Although he had expected it in his heart,

when he truly saw this scene,

Zheng Bo's heart,

still couldn't help but surge.

He just rode the Pixiu, stopping there,

Zheng Bo was clear,

behind the two of them,

there was no Yan army at all.

Marquis Jingnan had only told him, to go for a walk;

simple and ordinary as an after-dinner stroll, and in fact, it was indeed an after-dinner stroll.

A stroll,

and conveniently forcing the opposing Chu army to go home.

One man, retreating an entire army!

This was Marquis Jingnan, this was Tian Wujing, a man's name is like the shadow of a tree; when he appeared here, the opposing Chu army didn't even dare to probe, directly choosing to retreat.

Zheng Bo licked his lips, slowly closing his eyes, in his hand, clenching the longbow.

The boldness of *Man Jiang Hong* was copied by him, the following of the Great Chu princess was tricked by him;

if he could choose,

he also hoped that he could be like the current Marquis Jingnan,

doing nothing,

saying nothing,

I'm here,

here,

and everything is fine.

The atmosphere tonight was too quiet, even though the movements of the Chu people retreating in front weren't small, the torches lit during the retreat across the mountains and fields were like a galaxy falling to the ground.

But Zheng Bo still felt that tonight was very quiet.

Quiet enough that he didn't want to say another word, didn't want to make another move,

only wanting to continue quietly here,

watching the scene before his eyes.

Perhaps because he was too familiar, and the relationship between himself and Marquis Jingnan was too close, Zheng Bo didn't have the thought of "I can replace him," only extremely pure yearning and longing.

Tian Wujing turned his mount, the Pixiu taking two steps, stopping beside Zheng Fan.

"Let's go back," Tian Wujing said.

Since the Chu army had already withdrawn from the camp, they couldn't possibly return; even if the opposing general later discovered that the majority of the Yan army hadn't been mobilized, he couldn't possibly order a return; such a sudden change of orders late at night would be most damaging to morale.

So, the Chu army was definitely retreating.

Zheng Fan took a deep breath,

and said:

"Lord Marquis, let's stay a little longer."

Zheng Bo wanted to enjoy this feeling a little longer, light as a feather, truly light as a feather.

Marquis Jingnan said nothing, only silently turning the Pixiu, and together with Zheng Fan, continued to watch the scene of the Chu army retreating in front.

The evening breeze came slowly,

blowing over the two of them,

the clearly cold wind, yet made Zheng Bo feel as warm as spring.

Zheng Bo didn't ask Marquis Jingnan, how could he achieve this?

Because this question, there was no need to ask;

because the answer, Marquis Jingnan had already told him.

He had already told himself how to walk, and was helping him walk, even supporting him as he walked.

He,

still needed time.

The Demon Kings, in fact, didn't have that hint of a relationship beyond superiors and subordinates between their own lord and Marquis Jingnan.

In the eyes of the Demon Kings, Marquis Jingnan was more like a stone, pressing on everyone's heads.

If Great Yan was a black sky, then Marquis Jingnan was that towering peak.

You could be unrestrained under the sky, but the mountain range could easily roll down rocks to crush you to death.

The Blind Man had more than once lamented that as long as Marquis Jingnan was still around for one day, then they and others would have to be Great Yan's loyal and good men for one more day!

This was the truth, an irrefutable truth.

Personal terrifying strength, god-like ability to use troops, terrifying cohesion of soldiers' hearts, such an existence, not only made the opponent fearful, but even his subordinates would despair.

Finally, the Chu people in front had retreated by and large.

Zheng Bo woke up as if from a dream, he hadn't drunk alcohol during dinner, but at this time he was a little tipsy.

"Lord Marquis, let's go back."

The two of them, finally began to return.

It was still Marquis Jingnan riding the Pixiu in front, and Zheng Bo riding his horse behind.

Marquis Jingnan's back was still tall and upright,

but Zheng Bo, who was following behind, began to sway slightly left and right, looking like he was high.

The Pixiu stopped,

without Zheng Bo pulling the reins, the warhorse under him instinctively followed and stopped.

"Tired?" Marquis Jingnan asked.

Zheng Bo shook his head and said:

"I'm drunk."

Marquis Jingnan reached out and stroked the mane of the Pixiu under him,

and said:

"Useless."

Zheng Fan laughed "hahahaha",

and said:

"That's all the use I am."

"Let's sit down for a while."

"Okay, Lord Marquis."

Marquis Jingnan got down, sitting on the ground.

Zheng Bo also flipped off his horse, sitting beside Marquis Jingnan.

Looking around,

Zheng Bo said with some regret:

"If there was some wine and a couple handfuls of dried fruit, that would be great."

Marquis Jingnan said, "Someone will bring it."

Indeed, someone brought it,

the person was wearing cyan armor, reflecting a strange luster in the moonlight, middle-aged.

His left hand was carrying a very large package, and his right hand was carrying two jars of wine.

From a distance, he stopped first, and then trotted over.

Zheng Bo was a little wary at first, but slowly relaxed.

The other party was only one person,

and he was sitting next to Marquis Jingnan,

to put it bluntly,

he really didn't believe that there were many people in this world who could kill him in front of Marquis Jingnan.

The person looked like a Chu general, walking to a few zhang in front of Marquis Jingnan and Zheng Fan, bending his waist, with a flattering smile, and said:

"Have some drinks? Have something to eat?"

Marquis Jingnan didn't speak.

Zheng Bo took the initiative to wave his hand.

"Okay, here I come."

The Chu general walked over, also sitting on the ground, he first opened the package, inside were two roast chickens and some other dried fruits, mixed together, but the aroma was intoxicating.

Immediately afterwards,

he patted open the mud seal of the wine jar, and immediately the aroma of wine filled the air.

Then, he grabbed things one by one and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowed them, and then took a sip from both jars of wine.

Finally,

he sent one jar of wine to Marquis Jingnan, and placed the remaining jar of wine between himself and Zheng Fan, apologizing to Zheng Fan:

"Sorry, I heard from my subordinates that Marquis Jingnan was accompanied by a flag-bearer, so I only brought two jars of wine; if this brother doesn't mind, then you and I will share one jar?"

Zheng Bo felt a little sad in his heart,

he felt that,

Marquis Jingnan forcing back an entire army by himself,

was a grand scene worth remembering.

And he,

was actually just a passerby in this grand scene,

although,

he was indeed just a passerby.

"It doesn't matter."

Collecting his emotions, Zheng Bo raised the wine jar very boldly, glancing at Marquis Jingnan sitting beside him, and seeing that Marquis Jingnan didn't mean to stop him, he then boldly took a sip.

"Refreshing!"

Putting down the wine jar,

Zheng Bo wiped the wine stains from his jaw with his sleeve.

"Heroic!"

This Chu general also picked up the wine jar that Zheng Bo had just put down, and took a big gulp.

"Alas."

The Chu general looked back,

and said:

"Your army's main force didn't come ah."

His tone was somewhat melancholy, and somewhat self-deprecating.

If only Marquis Jingnan had appeared alone, although he was a third-rank peak martial artist, he still wouldn't have been enough to scare away thousands of troops; if they had known this earlier, they might as well have directly charged forward with two thousand armored soldiers, using human lives to fill the death of this Yan's Southern Marquis!

But the Chu army didn't dare to gamble; they thought the appearance of Yan's Southern Marquis was an attitude, because this Southern Marquis loved to charge in front, and whenever he charged on the Pixiu, the Yan army knights behind him instantly became fearless.

So, the Chu army conceded, gave up the camp, and retreated.

Because today's advancement and expansion during the day had already encountered attacks from the Yan army.

The wine was drunk, the meat was eaten,

this Chu general then remembered to introduce himself,

he cupped his hands towards Marquis Jingnan, and smiled at Zheng Fan as a sign,

and said:

"Greetings to Great Yan's Jingnan King, I am Jing Renli, the Imperial Guards Colonel of Great Chu."

Marquis Jingnan was unmoved.

The Jing family could be said to be a great noble family of Chu, and its status and influence were no less than that of the Qu family.

The envoy Jing Yang who went to Yan to negotiate was also from the Jing family.

As a son of a great noble family, daring to come here alone, and also bringing wine and dishes, he had clearly put life and death out of his mind.

"Actually, our General Nian also wanted to come, but he was afraid of death, and asked the surrounding generals who dared to come and see the situation, so I took the initiative to take on this task.

Alas, I can't blame our General Nian for being timid, it's just that he heard that outside Xuehai Pass, the Wild Man general Gelimu was killed during negotiations, so he conceded.

That Pingye Viscount was really unreasonable first, after he did that, who would dare to negotiate in front of the army in the future? No one dares anymore!"

"........." Zheng Fan.

The death of Gelimu not only had a great impact on the defense war of Xuehai Pass, but also changed a certain form of future wars.

The reason was that Zheng Bo actually let the Sword Saint secretly be a flag-bearer, which was really insidious, but it was actually very difficult for others to learn.

However,

Marquis Jingnan could learn it, because the fact that Marquis Jingnan had defeated the Sword Saint was already known throughout the martial world and the imperial court.

So, Marquis Jingnan was destined to be very lonely, the kind of thing where the two armies faced each other and the generals came out of the camp to meet, after Zheng Fan opened that precedent, it shouldn't happen to Marquis Jingnan again.

This kind of opponent was even more tormenting, because you didn't even need to send assassins; why would an assassin who could kill Marquis Jingnan want to be an assassin? Wouldn't it be better for him to be the leader of the martial arts world?

Even single combat before the battle seemed to have become a purely morale-boosting thing for others and a prestige-destroying thing for oneself.

Marquis Jingnan took a sip of wine, and said nothing.

Seeing that Marquis Jingnan ignored him, Jing Renli didn't feel embarrassed, but instead took the initiative to look at Zheng Fan, and said:

"May I ask who this brother is?"

Jing Renli naturally knew that someone who could sit on the ground with Marquis Jingnan would definitely not be an ordinary person.

Zheng Bo directly replied:

"Zheng Fan."

Zheng Bo didn't have much of a family background,

well,

he himself was the aristocratic family.

Who would have thought that,

after hearing the two words "Zheng Fan",

Jing Renli was stunned at first,

and then:

"Puhahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!"

Jing Renli laughed while clapping his thighs hard,

and then suddenly stopped,

looking at Zheng Fan,

and said:

"Is it really Viscount Pingye?"

Zheng Bo nodded and said, "It is."

"Hahahahahaha!!!!!!!"

Jing Renli continued to laugh loudly,

and then he saw that Zheng Fan wasn't laughing,

he busily pointed his finger at the sky,

and kept saying:

"That guy surnamed Qu, Qu Peiluo, Qu Peiluo, Qu Peiluo, hahaha ah ha!!!"

Zheng Bo nodded, and also laughed along with Jing Renli's rhythm:

"Oh, ah, hahahahaha!!!!!!!"

"That dog thing Qu Peiluo, relying on his good looks, has always looked down on people, thinking he's a white lotus flower, and we are all dirty things; I've long been displeased with him, Viscount Pingye did a proper job this time, beautifully, happily, satisfying!"

Clearly,

the relationship between the Jing family and the Qu family wasn't good.

Jing Renli and Qu Peiluo were of the same generation, and they couldn't stand each other even more; this had nothing to do with national dignity, because Jing Renli came here this time not for national affairs, but just to satisfy his curiosity.

If it involved the national level,

he would have been slapped to death by Marquis Jingnan long ago.

Tonight, here, there was only wine, meat, and chance encounters.

Zheng Fan busily raised his hand,

and said:

"It's not right to laugh at Brother Qu, it's not honest, and it's not what a gentleman should do."

"Oh?"

Jing Renli was a little surprised.

Zheng Bo reached out and patted Jing Renli's thigh,

and said:

"After all, Brother Qu is the best person Zheng has ever met in his life!"

Jing Renli nodded first, and then his mouth slowly opened again,

"Hahahaha, yes, Qu Peiluo is a good person, a very good person, come, Viscount Pingye, for a great person, cheers!"

Zheng Fan picked up the wine jar,

and went through the motions,

and said:

"Respect Brother Qu, cheers!"

Taking a sip,

Jing Renli took the wine jar, raised it in response and said:

"For the ancient virtuous style of the Qu family, cheers!"

Immediately afterwards,

he drank heartily.

"For Brother Qu's breadth of mind, cheers!"

"For Qu Peiluo's boldness, cheers!"

"For Brother Qu's generosity, cheers!"

"For Qu Peiluo's act of bringing people together, cheers!"

"For Brother Qu's noble character, cheers!"

Marquis Jingnan just sat there,

watching Zheng Fan and Jing Renli go back and forth, drinking large mouthfuls non-stop, as if watching, two idiots.

A jar of wine,

was quickly drunk to the bottom.

Jing Renli shook his head, a little drunk, and said:

"Damn it, it's the first time in my life that I've discovered that this Qu Peiluo is actually the best appetizer in the world!"

Zheng Fan also nodded and said, "With Brother Qu as an accompaniment, this wine is more and more flavorful."

"Exactly, exactly." Jing Renli nodded in praise: "Drinking for three days and three nights wouldn't be too much!"

Having said that,

Jing Renli looked at Marquis Jingnan,

slowly got up,

respectfully knelt down,

and said:

"King, our General Nian asked this humble general to bring a greeting; our General Nian's meaning is, we're tired of fighting, should we take a break?

Your army withdraws fifty li, and our Chu army will also withdraw to the Zhennan Pass line; this is our General Nian's meaning, I wonder what the King thinks?"

The Jingnan Army wasn't really going to attack the city,

Nian Yao could see this, and the senior generals in the Chu army could also see it.

But even if the Jingnan Army didn't attack the city, under the leadership of Tian Wujing, constantly compressing the defensive space of Zhennan Pass, the two sides had to keep deploying troops and confronting each other, which was really too much of a hassle.

The Yan people were better off, relying on their field advantage and cavalry advantage, they could come and go freely, but the Chu army, because of the existence of Tian Wujing, had to be twelve points on guard every time to deal with it.

It would be better if you really came to attack the city, but you always just thunder and don't rain, which is really exhausting.

Tian Wujing pointed to Zheng Fan,

and said:

"Now that he's back, then we won't fight."