Demon Lord Tang Dynasty

"Xiang'er, how do you feel?"

An old man and a young boy strolled slowly across the lush green meadow, like tourists enjoying a spring outing.

The old man was hunched over, with a full head of white hair. If it weren't for the young man beside him supporting him, he would seem to be at risk of falling at any moment, like a candle flickering in the wind.

But the old man's eyes were exceptionally bright, without the slightest cloudiness, and did not look like those of someone his age.

At this moment, the old man was smiling as he looked at the young man beside him.

The young man had a solemn expression, and when he walked, the distance of each step was exactly the same, as if he had measured it with a ruler.

"Xiang'er, relax, it's alright."

The old man shook his head helplessly.

"Yes, Uncle."

The man nodded, but neither his steps nor his movements changed in the slightest; he was methodical and precise, as if he had been meticulously planned in advance.

The old man sighed helplessly:

"I don't know if your temperament is good or bad. I should have had you study the Doctrine of the Mean; perhaps it would suit your personality better."

Upon hearing this, the man showed no reaction whatsoever, remaining expressionless and unmoved, not even his gaze wavering.

The old man shook his head again: "Alright, Xiang'er, what do you think of this place?"

The old man repeated his previous question.

Upon hearing this, the man paused for a moment, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings.

"I have often heard that the barbarian tribes beyond the Great Wall are savage and uncivilized, mostly people who eat raw meat and drink blood. But today I see that this is not the case."

The man responded, his tone firm and forceful, clearly very formal.

"Although I haven't seen the whole picture on this trip, I can still see that the tribe is well-organized and full of vitality."

"Aside from lacking literary flair, it deserves the description of being magnificent and boundless."

The old man nodded: "It is indeed an eye-opener."

"The chief of this tribe must be no ordinary person, but..." Just then, the man suddenly changed his tone.

"The environment in this tribe is far too relaxed. We haven't seen a single person on guard along the way. This kind of relaxation is probably..."

"Hahaha……"

Upon hearing this, the old man burst into laughter.

"Uncle, did I say something wrong?" The man asked nervously.

"No, no, Xiang'er, you're absolutely right." The old man smiled broadly, a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"However, sometimes you shouldn't focus solely on one aspect; you should look at the bigger picture. Only by observing the overall trend can you understand the world, and only by understanding the world can you plan strategically..."

The old man smiled and gave pointers, but he didn't finish his sentence, stopping halfway through.

"It's alright. You're still young. You'll understand after a few more years of experience."

A thoughtful look flashed in the man's eyes: "Uncle, what do you mean?"

"Sometimes, don't trust your eyes too much. What you see may not be the truth; it may just be something someone deliberately sets up for you to see."

The old man squinted and smiled, "Alright, help your uncle along, let's walk a little further and take a look."

"Yes"

The man nodded respectfully, then helped the old man walk in another direction.

But at that moment, a figure appeared not far ahead.

In fact, the two were not alone as they walked.

We also encountered many herders driving cattle and sheep along the way.

But these people ignored the two of them completely, as if they couldn't see them at all.

Not only did they not question him, they didn't even get a step closer, as if they had received special instructions.

But the people in front of us are different now.

At this moment, a woman appeared, dressed in a pure white samurai outfit, carrying a long sword on her back, and wearing a light veil hat that covered her face.

Even so, it is still certain that this woman's appearance is of the highest caliber.

In terms of both temperament and demeanor, this woman was clearly from a different world than the previous herdsmen.

An old man and a young boy stopped in their tracks.

The woman opposite her was the same.

If the woman's attire was unusual, the same was true for the old man and the young woman.

Their attire was completely out of place in the border region and among the tribes.

The young man was alright; he was dressed in a dark, tight-fitting outfit.

But the old man was wearing a loose-fitting scholar's robe.

Dressed like a Confucian scholar, he was an anomaly among anomalies on this northern grassland.

When the two men noticed the woman's unusual behavior, she naturally also noticed their unusual nature.

Almost instantly, a strange light flashed in the eyes of both the old man and the young man.

The woman's expression also changed. Unlike the two men's simple surprise, a clear look of disgust appeared in her eyes, even mixed with a hint of murderous intent.

"Sui dog".

The woman parted her red lips slightly and uttered two cold words.

The old man narrowed his eyes, but his expression did not change significantly.

But the young man beside him was furious.

"Where did this barbarian woman come from, daring to utter such arrogant words?"

The man's eyebrows furrowed, adding an even more imposing air to his already solemn expression.

"Hehe, Xiang'er, guard against anger and impatience."

The old man gently tugged at the man's arm and chuckled.

After he finished speaking, he looked up at the woman again.

"She possesses both physical and spiritual qualities, and her sword intent is restrained. This young lady is from Liaodong."

The old man chuckled, his tone extremely certain despite being a question.

The woman's expression changed, and the sword on her back emitted a long whistle before falling into her palm in an instant.

"Who are you?"

With her longsword in hand, the woman's gaze towards the old man remained extremely wary.

The woman was indeed from Liaodong, and was Fu Junzhuo, the first disciple of Fu Cailin, the Grand Master of the State of Goguryeo.

The reason for such vigilance was precisely because of the old man's simple eight words.

Fu Cailin's most prized martial arts skills were two: Nine Mysteries and Chess Sword.

Swordsmanship goes without saying, but the other Nine Profound Great Law begins with eight characters: "The inferior guard the form, the superior guard the spirit." The first level, or foundation, of the Nine Profound Great Law is the unity of form and spirit.

In other words, the old man's eight words just now directly exposed her true colors.

There are only two possibilities: either the old man knew her long ago and was very familiar with her, even with her Buddha.

Secondly, the old man could see through her true strength and weakness. If so, his strength must be terrifying.

"Haha, I heard that Fu Cailin is old but young at heart, and has taken three twin-flowered plants as his apprentices. It seems you must be one of them."

"You old scoundrel, how dare you disrespect your master!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Junzhuo flew into a rage, and her longsword was drawn from its sheath with a whoosh.

"How dare you speak so disrespectfully to your uncle!"

As soon as Fu Junzhuo finished speaking, the young man also flew into a rage.

Before the old man could speak, he rushed towards Fu Junzhuo.

"Well……"

The old man's beard trembled, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes once again.

"Hmph, then I'll kill you first, you little Sui dog."

Seeing the man charging towards her, Fu Junzhuo's eyes flashed with cold light. She raised her longsword and thrust it towards the man like lightning, the blade aimed directly at his throat.