Zheng Fanli.

The Sword Saint's originally calm expression changed slightly; the name sounded vaguely familiar, as if he'd heard it somewhere before.

The so-called winds of the martial world no longer reached the Sword Saint's level, but he had still heard the name. He quickly recalled that the "North Gentleman" had given this name when facing the Qian Kingdom's Silver Armor Guards.

The Sword Saint didn't know how popular the name was because he lived next door to Zheng Boye (Earl Zheng). He didn't need to rely on "I heard" or "Did you know?" to understand Zheng Boye.

But regardless,

This act of claiming to be his number one retainer in front of the real deal

Was truly hard to stomach.

"Cough... cough..."

The Sword Saint feigned a cough to suppress his laughter.

But to outsiders, it seemed he was intimidated by the scholar's identity.

In fact, there were many versions of the "Zheng Fanli" story in the martial world. Originally, it was unremarkable; after all, the martial world was vast and filled with all sorts.

There were many stories to begin with, and even more people who insisted on fabricating stories to make a name for themselves.

But it couldn't withstand the rise of the Earl of Pingye in the past two years, his fame spreading far and wide, bringing with him the fame of the retainer under his command named "Zheng Fanli."

Some said that Zheng Fanli was a strategist, standing behind the Earl of Pingye, planning and directing, handling all the rear logistics and military supplies when the Earl of Pingye went on expeditions.

Some said that Zheng Fanli was an assassin, flitting between shadows, coming and going without a trace. He was the one who assassinated the Prince of Fu of the Qian Kingdom in the city, calmly leaving with his head after killing him.

Some said that Zheng Fanli was a military general, skilled in charging, and that the Earl of Pingye's thousand-mile raid on Xuehai Pass was his doing.

Others said that Zheng Fanli was a martial general, tall and burly, wearing heavy armor on the battlefield, wielding twin axes, capable of carrying a heavy hammer alone when attacking cities, and trampling like a bull when charging!

However, the last statement was not recognized by the martial world, after all, martial world people listened to martial world affairs. No one liked the idea that Zheng Fanli was some kind of big idiot. It lacked beauty and tainted the name "Zheng Fanli."

After hearing the scholar's claim,

Xiong Liqing first looked at Zheng Fan.

She knew who Fanli was.

But this person in front of her was actually telling her husband, in front of her husband, that he was the number one retainer under his command?

Wouldn't that make her his mistress?

Earl Zheng didn't laugh, but cupped his hands and said,

"I've heard of you, I've heard of you."

The scholar hesitated for a moment, seeing that Zheng Fan did not lower his stance.

Obviously, in his opinion, relying on the name of "Zheng Fanli" and the Earl of Pingye, even a nobleman in the Yan army would have to give way, not be so calm.

Earl Zheng didn't pretend to be surprised, feigning sincerity to cooperate with him;

Because,

Playing dumb to deceive others was also tiring.

The pleasure was for others, not for himself. So, he should put on a show for everyone else in this tavern?

If the one sitting here was the Yan Emperor, or the Marquis of Zhenbei and Marquis of Jingnan,

Then fine,

Earl Zheng wouldn't mind making a fool of himself, being obedient, and lowering his status to make them happy.

People lived in the world and always had to wear masks, but after all the hard work and struggle over the years, what they sought was to have fewer and fewer acting scenes in their lives, right?

To have Earl Zheng cooperate with teasing the scholar in front of him now

Was as inexplicable as an old monster of Nascent Soul cultivation of thousands of years still fighting to the death with others for a woman.

"The food is here."

Zhou Bian came out.

Pork lard mixed rice, two plates of wild vegetables, one cold, one stir-fried, and a pot of wine.

Earl Zheng lowered his head, smelled it, and thought, "Hmm, fragrant."

Normally at home, eating this would be too greasy, but when traveling outside, firstly, he was physically tired, and secondly, eating and drinking were inconvenient, so this was very suitable.

Earl Zheng spread out his right hand,

Xiong Liqing picked up a pair of chopsticks, poured wine on them, wiped them carefully with her handkerchief, and then placed the chopsticks, tips forward, in Earl Zheng's palm.

Earl Zheng shoveled a mouthful of rice,

Closed his eyes,

And said,

"Hmm, delicious."

Xiong Liqing washed and wiped a second pair of chopsticks with wine, stood up, and handed them to the Sword Saint, who was sitting diagonally opposite.

The Sword Saint had actually picked up a pair of chopsticks and was ready to eat, he didn't have so many requirements.

But seeing that the princess stood up and handed them to him, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly and accepted the chopsticks.

Too lazy to get up and accept,

Because the Sword Saint seemed to see through it,

This couple was the type who could import "A scholar dies for his confidant" by the truckload and then sell it in large quantities.

Others, after doing it for a while, if it was spread out or written in notes, would be a good story. In front of these two people, especially the man, it was directly large-scale and abundant.

The three began to eat rice with wild vegetables.

The scholar who had just introduced himself was awkwardly left to the side.

The Drunkard licked his lips, took another big gulp of wine, smiled, lowered his head, and began to poke at the salted egg used as a snack.

Over there,

The female warrior spoke:

"Come back."

These words were naturally directed at the scholar.

The scholar's face was uncertain, obviously feeling a little embarrassed, but facing the three people who were eating in front of him, he didn't have the courage to attack.

The female warrior stood up, walked over, grabbed the scholar's shoulder, and pulled the scholar behind her.

The scholar still wanted to move forward, but the sword in the female warrior's hand suddenly trembled.

The scholar hesitated and stopped.

The Drunkard looked at this scene and rarely spoke again, as if he wasn't the one who had been commenting so eloquently before.

The female warrior held her sword and bowed,

And said to the Sword Saint:

"This sir, the sword is originally an instrument of uprightness and light, why not let it be seen?"

The Sword Saint ignored her and continued eating.

Earl Zheng was too lazy to pay attention to Zheng Fanli, and the Sword Saint was naturally too lazy to start chatting with a little girl he met on the road who was carrying a sword.

The female warrior was still persistent,

And said:

"This sir, all the swords in the world have their luster. Now, sir, you wrap it up, so that its luster cannot shine through. Have you not heard the lament of the sword?"

The Sword Saint was still eating, and by the way, picked up a chopstick of vegetables.

Zheng Fan ate the earliest, so he also ate the fastest. People who have stayed in the army for a long time tend to eat very quickly.

Xiong Liqing immediately put down her chopsticks, took out another handkerchief, and carefully wiped Zheng Fan's mouth.

The Sword Saint noticed this scene out of the corner of his eye,

And felt a little lost for a moment.

Zheng Fan looked at the Sword Saint and asked, "Missing your wife?"

The Sword Saint nodded and said, "I didn't feel anything when I was unattached before. After starting a family, I didn't feel anything either. But once I go out, I start missing her."

"Hehe."

Zheng Fan smiled.

The female warrior, like the scholar, was left to the side.

The woman raised her head, revealing an amused expression,

And said again:

"Sir, have you not heard the lament of the sword?"

Earl Zheng raised his head, looked at the female warrior, and said:

"Can swords emit light?"

The female warrior replied: "Naturally."

"Oh." Earl Zheng nodded and said, "Hiding it is not that I don't want you to see it emit light, but I'm afraid of blinding your eyes."

After a pause,

Earl Zheng took the toothpick handed over by Xiong Liqing,

And said:

"Want to see it? Go outside, open your eyes wide, and look at the sun. It's the same."

"So, according to this young master, this gentleman's sword is enough to make us ashamed?"

Earl Zheng pondered for a while,

Fingers stroking his chin,

And said:

"You have no chest."

"What?"

"Also too thin."

The female warrior then realized that the black-clad young master in front of her was commenting on her figure. Immediately, a look of shame and anger appeared on her face, and she said:

"Do you know that just based on your two sentences just now, I have reason to cut off both of your hands? Yes, the Yan people have entered Jin, but you Yan people are not in the big cities, but are still so presumptuous in this wilderness. Are you really deceiving that there is no one in my Jin land!"

Earl Zheng shook his head and said:

"I don't mean that."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I mean, you're not my type. You look like a hemp stalk, and it's easy to get poked if you move around a little.

Men are generally tolerant of women, but because you are not good-looking enough, my tolerance is also limited.

So,

Now,

Sit back,

Eat your food obediently, don't bother me anymore."

Xiong Liqing took out an iron box, opened it, took out a cigarette, and put it to Earl Zheng's mouth:

"Don't be angry, Husband, have a Huazi."

Because this time Xiong Liqing was accompanying Zheng Boye to Beijing, although she was going to use her identity to help Zheng Boye make a name for himself, she was not purely a vase for display.

She herself didn't want this, and Fourth Sister wouldn't allow a cold and aloof vase to show her face in the family.

Even Liu Ruqing was blushing and being asked by Fourth Sister to practice the songs of the Eighteen Touches.

As for Xiong Liqing, Fourth Sister told her all the details of the Earl's life and his hobbies, so that she could take good care of him.

The princess took out a fire starter and lit the cigarette for Earl Zheng.

And this scene,

Completely fell into the eyes of the Drunkard,

The hand holding his wine bowl trembled slightly.

After that,

His gaze fell on the Sword Saint in white clothes, and the wine in the bowl spilled out.

The female warrior drew out her sword,

And said:

"This is the first time someone has said these things in front of me."

"Girl, that's because the people you usually come into contact with are too low-class."

The female warrior smiled slightly,

And said:

"Is that so? I've basically been with my master all these years. Perhaps, in your eyes, my master is also considered low-class?"

Earl Zheng exhaled a smoke ring,

And said;

"May I ask, who is your esteemed teacher?"

The female warrior said proudly:

"My teacher's surname is Yu, and he is the Sword Saint of Jin!"

"..." Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint put down his chopsticks; he was finished eating.

Earl Zheng then laughed:

"Then, that monk master must be Sakyamuni?"

"Amitabha, Benefactor, the Buddha must not be insulted."

The young monk stood up and solemnly warned Earl Zheng.

"This is also interesting."

Zheng Boye said to Xiong Liqing:

"Pay the bill."

Xiong Liqing took out a piece of silver and put it on the table.

Earl Zheng got up, and the Sword Saint also got up;

Seeing the three of them preparing to leave,

The female warrior immediately blocked them with her sword,

And said:

"I haven't seen the sword yet. I love swords as much as my life. Today, I must see it!"

Earl Zheng's gaze turned gloomy.

He didn't mind people using the name of "Zheng Fanli," because the martial world was big and he couldn't control it.

What he minded was that these three people had gone beyond the scope of entertaining him while he ate, and he had previously reminded her that she wasn't very good-looking.

Not wanting to bother with you was because his threshold was now high, but did you really think that this Earl, who had been built up with military merits and heads, had a good temper?

"I'm annoyed," Zheng Fan said.

The Sword Saint nodded, "I'm also annoyed."

When that girl pretended to be his disciple, the Sword Saint, who had been watching from the sidelines, purely watching a show, was annoyed.

To put it bluntly,

How could the temper of the Sword Saint, who could assassinate a king with one sword, force his brother to rebel, and dare to enter Litian City alone to fight the Marquis of Jingnan, be good?

Yes, the days in Shengle City and Xuehai Pass had allowed the Sword Saint to taste another kind of life, but at the end of the day, he was still the Sword Saint.

He cared about less things than before, but he cared a lot about matters of lineage.

The Sword Saint had never founded a sect because he was a person with a lineage, and it was his master who led him out of the poor and down-and-out Yu clan life, allowing him to walk his own path.

It could be said that even if you slandered the Sword Saint in front of him, saying that he was unworthy of his name, or that he was a butcher, the Sword Saint would mostly laugh it off and ignore it.

But,

This female warrior had offended his pride.

The Sword Saint took action,

To begin with,

They didn't need to hide their identities.

The Sword Saint didn't use Longyuan, and directly pointed his fingertip at the female warrior.

The female warrior's eyes narrowed, and she immediately felt a terrifying aura attacking her. She immediately raised the long sword in her hand and guarded it in front of her.

The Sword Saint's fingertip pointed at the sword, and the fingertip stopped its forward momentum, but the sword intent contained in the fingertip penetrated the long sword in an instant and directly entered the female warrior's body.

"Be careful!"

The young monk let out a low roar, pushed forward with both palms, and patted the female warrior's back. Then, with his palms facing down, the sword energy that the Sword Saint had just injected into the female warrior's body was guided out of her body by the young monk and shot into the ground.

The ground was immediately shot out with a small hole.

The Sword Saint retracted his finger after one finger and stood in place.

The female warrior spat out a mouthful of blood and was held in the young monk's arms. She was not so unbearable, but she was wrong in trying to use her sword energy to resist the sword energy of the man in front of her, which caused her sword energy to collapse in an instant, and then the other party's sword energy was able to drive straight in.

If the monk hadn't taken action in time, the sword energy that had already entered her body would have shattered her internal organs in one fell swoop.

The Sword Saint was not Chen Daxia (Great Hero Chen). Chen Daxia always had a compassionate feeling towards the Qian people, but the Sword Saint didn't like being long-winded.

Either, he laughed it off;

Or, you died.

"Amitabha."

The monk handed the female warrior to the scholar next to him, put his hands together, and said:

"Benefactor, we met by chance, why do you have to move such killing intent when you come up? You must know that heaven has the virtue of good life."

Earl Zheng reached out and took Xiong Liqing's hand, leading her back a few steps.

At the same time, he sighed:

"In the past few years, I've chopped down quite a few people, but the three of you are about to become the people I want to chop down the most."

One by one, they came up to provoke the fire,

Hurrying to their deaths?

Today,

The weather was originally good,

Earl Zheng planned to first go to Tianhu Mountain to pay his respects, and then join the main force with Blind Man and the others to enter Litian City.

Originally, he was in a peaceful mood, but who would have thought that eating a meal at a small shop at the foot of the mountain would cause him to feel murderous.

The young monk took a step forward, intending to regain the situation. There was a faint golden light flowing around him.

The Drunkard let out a sigh:

"Buddhist Vajra Body."

Martial arts cultivation seems to be a broad road, but there are actually many branches. The key to the branches lies in the different ways of body training.

The young monk had previously suppressed the accountant by relying on his Buddhist Vajra Body.

The Sword Saint spread out his hand,

"Buzz!"

The sound of the sword trembled, and Longyuan was unsheathed and flew into the Sword Saint's hand.

The accountant sitting on the side showed a shocked look in his eyes when he saw this sword.

On the contrary, the Drunkard next to him had already guessed it in his heart, so he was not so surprised, but his face became a lot more solemn.

Longyuan,

Was a famous sword of the current world, personally forged by the sword-making master of the Chu Kingdom for the Sword Saint. Its shape and form had actually been circulated in the martial world for a long time.

The army likes knives, and the martial world likes swords.

First, the sword is a handy weapon for the martial world to fight in pairs. Second, the long sword is with the body, and the clothes are fluttering, which is very consistent with the aesthetics of the martial world.

When many young people first enter the martial world, even if they sell all their belongings, they have to equip themselves with a sword, otherwise the martial world will lose its taste.

The sword style of Longyuan is also a must-have sword style for many forging masters in the martial world.

Large cities and important towns, where management is relatively strict, the forging of civilian weapons is restricted in their blacksmith shops. After all, the rulers do not want ironware to flow into the folk on a large scale.

But cats have cat ways and mice have mouse ways. The martial world is a different name from the orthodox. Jianghu people buy knives and swords, and naturally have their own channels, and there are also blacksmiths who specialize in making a living for Jianghu people. After all, how many copper coins can hoes and rakes earn?

And in the martial world,

In most of the blacksmith shops, there is always a fake Longyuan in the shop. It is only missing because it is sold out and there is no time to copy it.

Therefore, everyone recognizes Longyuan as soon as it comes out.

As for whether the sword is real or not, it depends on the person who uses the sword.

Previously, he forcibly injured people with sword energy from his fingertips, and then summoned a Longyuan sword. The identity of this person was already obvious!

However,

Just when the Longyuan sword appeared,

The female warrior in the scholar's arms suddenly shouted:

"Why is my master's sword in your hand!"

"..." Zheng Fan.

"..." Sword Saint.

Isn't this woman a fool!

"Amitabha, you hurt Qingqing girl, and you dare to use her master's sword. This poor monk has never seen such a shameless person!"

After saying that,

The monk actually directly attacked the Sword Saint.

Moreover, he forcibly suppressed it with his Buddhist Vajra Body!

This is a fighting method often used by warriors, that is, relying on their own physique to fight down the opponent in the simplest and most brutal way. Of course, the premise is that the other party does not have the ability to break through your body in a short period of time.

However,

Even when the former Marquis of Jingnan fought against the Sword Saint,

The Marquis of Jingnan would not choose to face the Sword Saint's sword directly, but would use his own physique to consume the Sword Saint's sword intent, and then use unorthodox techniques to make a surprise move at the end.

In this world,

Few people

Dare to face the Sword Saint's Longyuan directly.

But this monk dared,

Because he seemed to be sure that this was not a real Sword Saint, but a fake!

Then,

The battle,

Became simple.

To be precise,

The Sword Saint hadn't fought this kind of fight for a long time. The opponent actually crashed directly into his own sword!

"Crack!"

The sound of shattering came,

Longyuan pierced through the monk's Vajra Body without any suspense. The monk's eyes showed shock when he saw this, and he hurriedly pushed his hands forward.

The Sword Saint did not continue to push his sword forward, but chose to slash back, because he also felt that these three people were too stupid.

The sword swept an arc,

The young monk retreated, but there was a bloody cut in his chest, and his hands were also covered in blood.

He lowered his head to look at his injuries,

And couldn't help but sigh:

"Although it's not a real Sword Saint, your sword should be able to trace the shadow of the Sword Saint."

At this time,

The scholar also took out a signal arrow from his arms,

And said:

"Once this arrow is fired, the troops outside Litian City will immediately come here, and then you will have no way to escape!"

Xiong Liqing immediately lowered her head to look at her husband's waist,

Zheng Fan shook his head and said:

"I don't have that."

Yes, the real Earl Zheng didn't have this thing either.

It was simple to mobilize the troops from Xuehai Pass, but to mobilize other troops outside, without a tiger talisman, he could only rely on Earl Zheng himself to show his face.

At this time,

The Drunkard got up and left the table,

And knelt down to Zheng Fan,

Kowtowing and said:

"Greetings to the Earl of Pingye, greetings to the Sword Saint, greetings to Her Highness the Princess.

Earl,

These three people are not crazy or stupid. If this commoner guessed correctly, they should be from the Hun Sect, practicing the method of deception.

They are not deliberately acting crazy and foolish in front of the Earl and the Sword Saint, but they themselves now think that they are Zheng Fanli, and the Sword Saint's disciple.

This is the method of self-deception in the Hun Sect,

So,

They have now deceived themselves."