After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Chapter 378

A sword blocks the river.

A sword blossoms.

Flowers on the river.

The river broke through.

The flowers seemed to be swaying in the waves, then shattered, and then the sword was born.

So Wan Jian started.

"Dao Sword...!"

Huaipingshan exclaimed, "Wanxizhai Xiao Mantou, who are you?!"

Xiao Baozi was taken aback, Master Master has been called for nearly 20 years, could it be that Master's name is Xiao Mantou?

Sure enough, there is no culture!
She really is like a village girl!
Among those thousands of swords, Huaipingshan made another sword, and the sword swept across, and then he soared into the sky.

He didn't draw his sword again.

When he fell, the thousands of sword intents had been shattered under his sword.

He still looked at Xiao Baozi, and suddenly asked, "Did Xiao Mantou pick it up?"

Xiao Baozi raised his eyebrows, quite surprised: "How do you know that?"

Huaipingshan grinned meaningfully, and instead of answering her question, he asked again: "How about steamed buns?"

"...You mean the previous owner of Wanxi Zhai?"

"Exactly."

"She's in the ground."

"...Are you the current owner of Wanxi Zhai?"

"Yes, you haven't answered my question yet."

"What's your name?"

Xiao Baozi raised his neck:
"I won't tell you!"

"You have a piece of jade on your body, blood jade, with phoenix patterns!"

Xiao Baozi was shocked, "How do you know?"

"Come here, the old man told you."

Xiao Baozi pondered for a moment, after all, she still wanted to know her background, so she moved forward.

Just when she was about ten feet away from Huaiping Mountain...

Huaiping Mountain suddenly drew a sword!

The sword is like a frightening bird, and it is as bright as a shooting star!
This is the strongest sword in Huaipingshan's life!
He believed that this girl who was only about twenty would never escape his sword!
She must die!
Must die too!
What Xiao Baozi felt at this moment was Ling Lie's killing intent, which enveloped her in all directions, sealing her like a cage.

"go to hell!"

"Go to die with Xiao Mantou!"

Huaipingshan looked crazy, he laughed loudly, but suddenly...

His laughter stopped abruptly.

His eyes widened, eyes full of fear——

When he saw it, in his ultimate sword intent, suddenly a hand stretched out!

That hand came from heaven.

Just like that, it stretched straight and without any scruples into the sword cage that he intertwined with sword intent.

The sleeve of that hand was cut into pieces by the sword intent, flying like a butterfly in the sword energy.

But the hand was unscathed.

That hand grabbed Xiao Baozi's neck, and as soon as he lifted it, Xiao Baozi came out of the sword cage, and he struck out with a sword, which shocked the dragon!
"You actually lied to me!"

"Do you know that what I hate the most in my life are people who lie to me!"

That hand loosened.

Xiao Baozi went away with a sword, and his body followed the sword.

Most of Huaipingshan's internal energy was spent on the sword cage, and now he has no power to carry on.

He retreated, but not as fast as Xiao Baozi.

He swung his sword and blocked it.

After a burst of ding-ding-ding-ding sound of fine iron, he had already retreated to the cliff, and there was no way he could retreat.

Xiao Baozi is full of sword spirit and moves forward relentlessly.

A canopy of blood was splashed, Xiao Baozi pierced Huaipingshan's right chest with a sword!
The Bu Er sword pierced Huaiping Mountain's back, pierced into the rock, and nailed Huaiping Mountain to the rock alive.

Baozi Xiao didn't kill Huaipingshan, she stretched out a finger and sealed Huaipingshan's acupoints.

Then he drew his sword.

The sword in Huaipingshan's hand fell to the ground with a bang, his face full of despair.

Yan Jidao landed beside Xiao Baozi, one of his arms was bare.

"Thank you senior!"

"You don't have to thank me... If you want to thank me, thank you master."

"Senior knows my master?"

Yan Jidao smiled slightly: "In the past, Xiao Mantou was also a legendary existence in Kyoto!"

Xiao Baozi was suddenly curious: "So, my master has a story?"

"There are many stories. If you want to know more, you can go to the Tai Academy and find Hua Man Ting Hua Boss Confucianism!"

"……Oh!"

Baozi Xiao suppressed the curiosity in his heart, and looked back at the battlefield behind him.

……

……

The fighting has turned into a one-sided massacre in a short time.

Gathering in other fields, blood flows into rivers, and mountains of corpses are everywhere.

At dusk, the battle is over.

The [-] troops in Huaiping Mountain ran away by thousands, and more than [-] died.

And Huaiping Mountain was naturally captured by Baozi Xiao.

Although this battle was a great victory, no one had the slightest joy of victory on their faces.

Under the leadership of Zhou Zheng, the soldiers of Xuanjia Battalion began to clean the battlefield, and the small wooden building where Zhongli Ruoshui once lived had become a sacrificial hall at this moment.

There were three corpses and a dark jar in the sacrificial hall.

Li Chen'an was standing in front of the desk with the corpses on it, looking at these old people who were once very close, he suddenly shed two lines of tears.

He thought that he would never be moved, guilty, or angry for anyone in this world except Zhongli Ruoshui in his whole life.

He thought that things like this had nothing to do with him.

But now he has a sharp pain.

He thought of the kind old lady who was fishing by the pond under the big leaf banyan in Dingguohou's mansion.

He also thought of the intoxicating fragrance of orchids on Peach Blossom Island, and the learned and elegant old man in the fragrance of orchids.

There is also the old man who likes to lie under the crooked neck tree of Huangchengsi who spares no effort to help him.

Of course, there are also those old people who painted Pingdong and spent the nights with me and beat themselves with sticks.

They are all old people.

They are also old people who have given themselves a lot of warmth and care in the short time since they came to this world.

Now, they are all gone.

Madam Fan is because of the perseverance in her heart.

Shangdi is because of the illusory belief that he pursues.

The eldest grandson Jinghong is because of his promise to plant the crooked neck tree back then.

Wu Xichen did it because of an agreement at the beginning, and also because he wanted to see the door of the great master.

I don't know what the result of Mrs. Fan's perseverance will be.

Shang Di's belief may take a long time before he can see it.

The promise of Changsun Jinghong now falls on his shoulders.

Wu Xichen didn't know if he saw the door when he was dying.

Finally, ashes to ashes to ashes.

Just like Madam Fan said on her deathbed: This world belongs to young people like you after all!

It's just that this world once belonged to them.

Yan Jidao was standing not far behind Li Chenan.

He silently looked at those corpses, and then at Li Chenan's back, and after a while he asked:
"What do you plan to do next?"

Li Chenan pondered for three breaths: "Tomorrow morning, enter the capital!"

"Who are you going to kill in Kyoto?"

"I will kill whoever stops me!"

"and then?"

"Talk to the prince."

Yan Jidao thought for a while and said:
"A country cannot be without a king for a day. The emperor has passed away in Changle Palace. The eldest son of the emperor is still unknown. Xi Wei killed more than half of the ministers in the court..."

"How will the court operate next?"

"There is no need for so many ministers in the court. Some of them are still locked in the official prison. From now on, they will preside over the daily affairs of the court. Wait for me to bring the eldest son back!"

Yan Jidao didn't say anything more, but he was very worried.

I am worried that if Xi Wei knows that Li Chen'an has no intention of becoming emperor, I am afraid that Xi Wei will get rid of Li Chen'an without hesitation.

I am also worried about the great Ningguo, depending on how the remaining officials in the court will deal with this more complicated situation.

He was also worried about whether the eldest son of the emperor, whom Fan Taohua placed high hopes on, would have the ability to support Ningguo's sky!

……

……

It was night, and the lights gathered in Bieye lit up until dawn.

It was night, and the lights of the small building in the flower-filled courtyard in the backyard of the Taiyuan Academy had not been extinguished.

Su Muxin poured a glass of wine for Hua Manting, "It's late at night, it's time for the teacher to rest."

"hold on."

"Wait for what?"

"Wait for dawn."

"..."

(End of this chapter)