You all chase the heroine? I married that devil woman.

"Why does he...only have 5,000 taels of silver?"

Shan Yue looked at the banknote in his hand and wanted to curse him, but he swallowed the words back because of the terrifying aura.

"For a complete book, I will offer 10,000 taels, but not for fragments." Shen Yian folded the rag into a small square.

Shan Yue opened his mouth slightly, as if this was the truth, he felt as if he had fallen into Shen Yian's trap.

"Now that we've come to this, can you tell me your name? Let's be friends." Shan Yue showed his big white teeth and said with a grin.

After knowing people for many years, he could see that this mysterious young man had a good character. When people walk in the world, they don't walk around fighting and killing, but all about human relationships. More friends mean more ways, and everyone can take care of you when something happens.

"Ye Beian." Shen Yian did not refuse and said the pseudonym he used when he was in the world.

The Northern Martial Alliance is a top force in the northern martial arts world, with its members spread across major cities in the north. There is no harm in making friends with it. If the barbarians attack in the future, it will be a powerful force to resist the barbarians.

"Shan Yue." Shan Yue bowed.

Ye Beian? This name sounds more familiar, familiar and familiar, but I can't remember who he is. Strange.

"Leader Shan."

"Ahem, you're too polite."

Shan Yue put away the book and winked, "Are you really not going to buy such a good rare copy? Wouldn't it be great to buy it back and study it carefully?"

"No, you can keep it for yourself."

Shen Yian rolled his eyes. He had learned from so many "teachers" in his previous life, so why did he need this thing?

"Alas, there will be no such store after this village!" Shan Yue stood up and patted his butt to pretend to regret.

"Leader Shan, take care." Shen Yian chuckled.

"Alas~ Let's go."

Shan Yue sighed again, picked up his roast chicken and jumped up towards Tianwu City.

"Your Highness, who is that senior?" Ye Liyan asked curiously after Shan Yue left.

"The leader of the Beiwu League, Shan Yue." Shen Yian stood up and said.

Beiwu League!

Cheng Hai was a little surprised. He had once belonged to the Saibei Army, so he had naturally heard of the Beiwu League.

I didn't expect that the famous leader of the Beiwu League would look like this.

"Beiwu League..."

Ye Liyan murmured. She had only read a little information about the Beiwu League in the [Jianghu List] given by her grandfather, and she knew very little about it.

"Cheng Hai, this sword technique is very suitable for you. Don't let this king down." Shen Yian handed over the small cube.

Cheng Hai was shocked and half-knelt on the ground: "Your Highness, please think twice about such a precious sword technique!"

This was purchased by His Highness with a full five thousand taels of silver. How could he, a mere warrior, have the virtue and ability to do so?

"If I tell you to take it, take it. If you don't practice it, I will punish you." Shen Yian said in a tough tone, revealing an unquestionable attitude.

"Thank you, Your Highness. I will not let you down!" Cheng Hai knew his Highness's temper very well and respectfully took the small cube with both hands.

After the episode, everyone continued to have a picnic until the sky was red and the carriage slowly returned to Tianwu City.

"Your Highness, we have arrived at the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion."

In the carriage, Shen Yian let go of Ye Liyan's little hand and whispered, "This prince will marry you soon."

The slender and long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were intertwined with joy and shyness. The little head lowered slightly, and Ye Liyan replied softly, "Liyan will wait for Your Highness forever."

Shen Yian pointed to his face and said like an old gangster, "Won't you give this prince a farewell kiss?"

"Your Highness..."

Ye Liyan lowered her little head even deeper in shame.

Why is Your Highness always so bad...

Seeing this, Shen Yian stopped teasing him. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a familiar warmth and coolness on his cheek.

When he came back to his senses, Ye Liyan had already got up and got off the carriage with red ears, leaving only a gust of fragrant wind lingering in the carriage.

Shen Yian smiled gently, "Cheng Hai, let's go back to the mansion."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Prince Chu's Mansion

"Your Highness, your sword is back." Fu Sheng said respectfully, holding the long sword in both hands.

"Long Yuan."

Shen Yian shouted coldly, and the sword trembled excitedly, and suddenly flew out of the sheath and fell into his hands.

The dragon in the abyss will soar to the sky.

Yin Zai and Fu Sheng's pupils shook at the same time.

At this time, His Highness stood proudly like a peerless sword immortal. Although the two had never stepped into the sword path, they could clearly feel the terrifying sword intent that could annihilate everything around Shen Yian, and even the space seemed to be slightly distorted.

"Ka!"

Long Yuan returned to the scabbard, and Shen Yian once again returned to the state of being introverted and harmless to humans and animals.

Sure enough, Long Yuan finally regained his former sharpness after being raised in Jianhu for so long.

I still remember that when he first met Long Yuan, he thought he had picked up a broken iron lump and almost threw it away..

After putting away Long Yuan, Shen Yian noticed the sword marks on Fu Sheng's hand that had not yet recovered.

"Did you fight with that old man?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Don't move yet, I'll help you eliminate the remaining sword intent of the old man in your body first."

Shen Yian's palm was full of true energy and pressed it hard on Fu Sheng's chest.

With a muffled groan, a mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of Fu Sheng's mouth, and the sword intent suppressed by the true energy in his body was quickly swallowed up by another true energy.

After a while, Fu Sheng only felt an indescribable sense of lightness all over his body.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

After taking the healing pill, with the help of Yin Zai and Shen Yian's exercise, Fu Sheng's condition quickly recovered to the peak state.

"Yin Zai, have Wolf Head and Ghost Face arrived in Gusu?"

"Your Highness, they have arrived and met with Si Snake and others. They are looking for those Japanese wanderers."

"King Song's people have been dispersed and settled in the inn of the Chamber of Commerce."

"Okay, when everything is ready, let's start. Don't leave anyone alive." Shen Yian's eyes were murderous. He would settle accounts with anyone and any force that participated in that incident.

"I understand!" Yin Zai lowered his head.

Your Highness is about to start making moves on the chessboard.

Daqian Palace-Shoutian Pavilion.

In a white Taoist robe hanging lightly on the ground, with long hair as white as winter snow and clear eyes, Lu Wenxuan, who looked like a teenager, sat cross-legged under the dome, staring at the bright night sky in a daze.

For countless days and nights, he sat cross-legged like this, watching the stars in the sky, using the power of the stars to predict the future of the world and predict the good and bad fortune of the Daqian Dynasty.

"Pavilion Master, His Royal Highness the King of Chu wants to see you." The little Taoist boy called softly.

"King of Chu? Why is this kid here again?"

Lu Wenxuan showed a helpless expression.

After Shen Yian returned to Tianwu and was confined to the palace, he would come to him whenever he had something to do and said he wanted to learn.

At first he thought it was interesting, but gradually he found out that this brat was not asking for a lesson, but was really using him as a tool.

Every time he thought about it, he felt a headache. It was the first time he was so angry that he lost his composure.

"Let him come up directly." Lu Wenxuan flicked his whisk and sighed.

"Yes." The Taoist boy responded and went down immediately.

After a while, Shen Yian, wearing a silver four-claw dragon robe, came up carelessly.

"Teacher, long time no see!" Shen Yian bowed and saluted.

Lu Wenxuan stood up and returned the greeting, "Your Highness, Prince of Chu."

When their eyes met, Shen Yian felt scared every time he saw that face that was younger than his own. An old man who was almost seventy years old had such a youthful image. No wonder everyone who saw him called him a fairy on earth.

"I wonder why Your Highness, Prince of Chu, is free to visit me today?"

"Please tell me a fortune for me, teacher."