The prince is very fierce

The bamboo sea is blue and white, with thousands of bamboos standing on the snow. The heavy snow bends the main trunk of the bamboo, like a full bow half hanging to the ground.

The snow is falling, the bamboo forest is dense, and the light on the ground between the bamboo sea is relatively dim. Ning Qingye, wearing a bamboo raincoat, stands quietly among the dense bamboo leaves with her embroidered shoes on two bamboos, with a black cloth covering her face, holding her breath and trying her best to cover the white mist of her breath.

Several figures at the end of the field of vision approach from far away. Ning Qingye narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his right hand that was a little stiff from the cold, and the long sword hidden in the bamboo leaves made the bamboo leaves rustle slightly.

The main purpose of sneaking into Longyin Pavilion last time was to snatch back the sword in his hand. The name of the sword is ‘Shangchun’, which was the sword her mother used when she traveled in the rivers and lakes.

More than ten years ago, her mother traveled around the world and made friends with heroes like ordinary people in the rivers and lakes. It was unknown when her mother came to Chang'an City. She wanted to go to the small shop that sold the strongest wine in the world. As a result, she met a scholar squatting at the entrance of the alley to sell calligraphy. In order to sell a piece of calligraphy, he kept talking to her mother for half an hour.

Later... the scholar failed the imperial examination repeatedly, and in anger, he wrote articles to curse the court, which caused a big trouble. Her mother didn't know why, so she ran to save the scholar, and the two of them wandered around together and became fugitives...

Ning Qingye only knew these things, and no one talked about the following things. She had met the nominal father several times, and each time he quarreled with her mother and left unhappily.

Ten years ago, the mother and daughter who were hiding in the mountains of Shu were finally found in the "Iron Eagle Hunting Deer". Her mother desperately sent her out, and then died under Zhang Xiang's knife.

Compared with Zhang Xiang, Ning Qingye hated the man who abandoned his wife and daughter more, because before her mother died, she wore the hairpin given by the man and buried her bones in the wilderness for ten years, but she never saw the man come to pay tribute.

Scratch -

The sound of footsteps on the snow surface came from far away.

Ning Qingye came back to her senses, and her cold eyes became sharper.

In any case, Zhang Xiang and the man must die. Today's opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and we must seize it well.

This time, she prepared in the bamboo forest for several days, and she remembered the position of each bamboo clearly. Just now, she deliberately made a small noise, and Zhang Xiang did as she thought, and asked the elite wolf guards to escort the queen mother away. Only Zhang Xiang and two wolf guards came.

A one-on-three victory is not big, but the trap was buried in the snow in advance. In a one-on-one situation, she was confident that she could kill Zhang Xiang before he could react.

Scratch——

The two wolf guards with their goose-feather knives unsheathed walked slowly under the bamboo forest back to back and looked up, but Ning Qingye was well disguised and almost blended into the dense bamboo leaves, so he was not discovered.

After the two wolf guards explored the way, Zhang Xiang, with his hand on his waist knife, walked over slowly, with a very steady breath, always paying attention to the surrounding movements.

However, in this murderous environment, there was a discordant conversation:

"Xu Buling, why did you follow me? I told you in advance that if you kill a good-looking little beast later, it will belong to me and I will give it to the queen mother. I just made the queen mother angry..."

The one who spoke was naturally the eldest son Xiao.

Xu Buling walked slowly with a long sword hanging from his waist. In order to pretend to be a young man from an aristocratic family who came to join in the fun, he was quite warm to Xiao Ting:

"What did you say to make the Queen Mother angry?"

Xiao Ting sighed: "It's all because of you. I remembered the poem "Tired of Combing Hair at Night" you wrote as "Combing Hair"... But I don't think there's any problem. Think about it, a depressed woman who is tired and bored at night and doesn't even have the energy to comb her hair must be lacking in sympathy. Just press her on the bed... ahem... I promise she won't make trouble, don't you think?"

Xu Buling frowned and thought for a while, then nodded.

Xiao Ting didn't expect Xu Buling to agree with what he said. After a moment of hesitation, he looked like a fellow traveler, looked around a few times, and leaned in and whispered:

"Xu Buling, you have been in Chang'an for more than a year. Have you been to a brothel? Do you want me to take you..."

Smash——

The sword was three points out, showing a touch of cold light on the snow.

Xiao Ting quickly shut up.

Zhang Xiang, who was walking in front, looked back, pondered for a moment, and said softly:

"Xu Shizi is very murderous. Young people with too much murderous aura will damage their minds. They should hide it appropriately."

This is the experience summarized by masters of all generations. It is difficult for people with violent personalities to achieve great things. Those who are as still as a mountain, as calm as water, and as powerful as thunder are the best choices.

Xu Buling knew this truth a long time ago. He was just trying to scare people at the moment. He nodded slightly and put away his sword, saying casually:

"How good is Lord Zhang's martial arts?"

Zhang Xiang is the most loyal guard of the current emperor. He was a dead man in his childhood and later entered the official career. He doesn't talk much. Hearing this, he thought:

"In the eight wildernesses and six directions, those who can take my three swords are all well-known in the case library, and they are considered to be masters."

Xiao Ting was quite interested in this and interrupted: "Does it mean that if you can fight Lord Zhang for three moves, you are considered a master?"

Zhang Xiang nodded.

Xiao Ting's eyes lit up, and he opened his hands excitedly: "Xu Buling, lend me your sword."

Xu Buling did not allow Zhang Xiang to refuse, and threw the sword out.

Xiao Ting took the long sword, pulled it out with great momentum, trotted forward in the wind and snow, and rushed towards Zhang Xiang:

"Master Zhang, take the sword!"

Zhang Xiang was helpless, but the son of the prime minister of the dynasty asked him to fight, so he couldn't just say "You are worthy?", so he could only symbolically raise the scabbard to fight.

Xu Buling's sword is the famous sword "Zhaodan" which is recorded in history books. It can cut iron like mud and cut hair. Ordinary iron can't block it at all.

Zhang Xiang loves swords like crazy, so he naturally refuses to use the scabbard to block it. The scabbard in his hand is like sticking to the long sword, moving back and forth and sticking to the blade tightly. No matter how Xiao Ting swings the sword, he can't touch Zhang Xiang at all, and there is not even a sound of metal hitting each other.

The two wolf guards in front did not find anything unusual, and they relaxed their vigilance a little, looking back with interest.

For Xiao Ting, three moves means three hits, which will pass quickly, and Zhang Xiang also knows the mind of this nobleman, so he immediately picked up the long sword, raised his hand and clasped his fists with the knife, and prepared to say something polite.

The action of holding the knife and clasping the fists is obviously not suitable for drawing the knife.

At this moment, a sharp sword sound rang out in the blue and white bamboo sea!

Shua——

The bamboo leaves flew, like the rustling evening rain.

Everyone looked up in shock, only to see a man and a sword descending from the sky above the bamboo sea.

The cold light startled the wind and snow, and the sword energy moved the sky!

This sword almost made the bamboo sea lose its color...