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Chapter 88 The Old Master Wang Shouming
The west wind blew through the forest, rolling up a thin layer of dust.The warhorse neighed in a low voice, and the sound of the bowstring being drawn lingered.

"attack!"

Han Fan gave an order, and thousands of arrows flew out.

Ximen Chuixue raised his head, and the long sword in the black sheath suddenly unsheathed.

Clang!
Looking at the dense arrows, Ximen Chuixue stabbed only one sword.

A sword pierced Han Fan's throat.

Even though he was more than ten meters away, he instantly appeared in front of Han Fan.

There were clearly numerous arrows, but they came to Han Fan unscathed.

Time suddenly stopped, and hundreds of soldiers stared blankly at the white figure close at hand.

How did he get here?
Everyone has this question in their minds.

The sword was drawn from the throat, blood still on the tip.

Pfft!
Han Fan's body fell from the horse and fell to the ground like a pool of mud.

A pair of dead eyes stared straight at the bright sky.

The west wind is blowing, and the white clothes are hunting.

Ximen Chuixue rode on Han Fan's horse.

His horse was killed by an arrow.

da da~~
The horse's hoof tapped the ground and moved forward slowly.

All the soldiers stared at the white figure and did not move.

In an instant, Ximen Chuixue came to the bearded man.

"Step aside!"

The bearded man's pupils condensed, looking at Han Fan lying on the ground.

"The general is dead!"

he murmured in a low voice.

"Get out of the way!" Ximen Chuixue said again.

There is no fluctuation in the sound.

The bearded man looked at him with mixed emotions in his eyes.

Fear, unwillingness, fear, escape, etc.

Since then.

He rode sideways out of the way.

da da~~
The hooves sounded again.

There was silence in the west wind.

As the elite of Daikin, they have experienced countless lives and deaths, but they have never seen such a sword.

There are no gorgeous moves, just a dull stab.

However, this sword made their hearts of martial arts collapse.

How did the sword strike?
"Ximen Chuixue from Wanmei Mountain Villa in Western Beijing, please let me go!" Ximen Chuixue stopped in front of Beiyu Fortress and shouted.

On the city wall, countless soldiers looked at him.

White as snow.

General Heijia stared at him for a long time before waving his hand and saying, "Let go!"

He hadn't heard of Wanmei Villa or Ximen Chuixue, and he even wondered if there was any conspiracy involved.

But he still chose to let go.

Because he knew that this tall and majestic Beiyu fortress could not stop a grandmaster.

Grandmasters are scary because they can come and go freely among armies.

And he doesn't want to be the next Han Fan either.

Squeak!

The black iron gate slowly opened, and Ximen Chuixue rode into it.

The west wind was still outside the door, and the ranger was silent for a long time before leaving with Han Fan's body.

The horse's hooves in the door stepped on the bluestone ground, and the sound of da da echoed in the urn city.

"Li Fengzhong, the chief soldier of the Northern Tiger Army, pays respects to Mr. Ximen!"

Li Fengzhong wearing black armor came to Ximen Chuixue and said with hands.

Ximen Chuixue asked, "Can I go to Kyoto if I want?"

Li Fengzhong lowered his head and said, "Mr. Ximen, please!"

Then Ximen Chuixue rode through Beiyu Fortress and went all the way south.

And Li Fengzhong looked at Ximen Chuixue who was far away, and ordered in a low voice: "Report immediately, and you must report this person to His Majesty before he arrives in Kyoto!"

Immediately afterwards, a group of scouts galloped away.

……

Palace, Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Your Majesty, the North Tiger Army is urgently reporting." Eunuch Wei walked quickly to Zheng Qingsong and said.

Zheng Qingsong frowned slightly, opened the bamboo tube, and took out the letter.

"Ximen Chuixue!"

He looked surprised.

"Go check Wanmei Villa and Ximen Chuixue."

Eunuch Wei took the letter and glanced at it, a dignified expression appeared on the old face.

After half a day.

"Your Highness, it has been checked."

"Wanmei Villa is located in Guyuan Prefecture, West Beijing Province, where the Ximen family has lived for generations. Twenty years ago, the Ximen family fell into disarray, and its family members were dispersed. As a result, Wanmei Villa fell silent. Now Wanmei Villa is left in ruins." Eunuch Wei reported to Zheng Qingsong.

"Is there someone like Ximen Chuixue?" Zheng Qingsong asked.

Wei Gong said: "It is said that the owner of Wanmei Villa was Ximen Chuixue, but too much time has passed, and no clear evidence has been found for the time being."

Zheng Qingsong pondered for a moment and said, "Please go to see him, Master."

Although there are still doubts about the origin of Ximen Chuixue, he still wants to recruit Ximen Chuixue to join the worship hall.

Grandmasters not only represent powerful force, but also have extraordinary significance.

For him and the royal family, every strong master is a hole card.

He also wondered if this was a conspiracy of the Golden Dynasty, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible.

What conspiracy is worth making a grand master a pawn?
The majesty of the strong master can't allow such humiliation.

As for the rest, Zheng Qingsong didn't care either.

Maybe this person wants something, or maybe this person has some plans, anyway, as long as it doesn't overthrow him and the royal family, he can accept it.

……

outside of Kyoto.

A simple carriage was parked on the side of the official road.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and the white-haired Wang Shouming got off the carriage with a kind smile on his face.

"Is that little friend Ximen coming soon?"

He asked his disciple Lin Yi next to him.

"Go back to the teacher, Mr. Ximen should be here soon." Lin Yi bowed and replied.

Wang Shouming stood beside the official road, looking to the north, "I heard that little friend Ximen has entered the realm of a master at only 40 years old. I wonder if it is true or not?"

Lin Yi also looked curiously at the official road in the north, and said, "Eunuch Wei has already been investigated. If it's not fake, it should be real."

Just when the two were full of anticipation, a white figure appeared on the wide official road.

Wang Shouming stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the figure that was getting closer and closer, he smiled lightly while stroking his long white beard.

Ximen Chuixue came and stopped.

He looked at Wang Shouming, and Gu Jing Wubo's face was slightly emotional.

"Old husband Wang Shouming has seen little friend Ximen." Wang Shouming cupped his hands and smiled.

"I've seen seniors!" Ximen Chuixue dismounted and cupped his hands back.

Wang Shouming looked at him, the smile on his face became more and more prosperous, and his eyes flickered.

Boom~~
"I want to ask Xiaoyou Ximen's swordsmanship, can you?"

As the voice sounded, Wang Shouming's aura suddenly exploded, like a majestic mountain.

The aura of Confucianism is as great as it is rigid!
"Senior please enlighten me!"

Ximen Chuixue's expression moved slightly, and the sharp sword stance on his body was clearly visible.

"A gentleman is a man of words, and a man is forbidden to act..."

The words came out, and the aura filled the world.

The terrifying oppression caused everything around him to enter a state of stagnation, as if a chain had blocked the world.

Ximen Chuixue looked at the vigorous Wang Shouming, and suddenly pulled out the long sword in the black sheath.

Clang!
The sword protrudes like the wind, its momentum is invisible, and its heart is sincere.

The sharp-edged sword stance collided with the great and just righteousness, and the invisible coercion filled the world.

Lin Yi's eyes widened, his figure retreated again and again, and he was able to stabilize his body after retreating for hundreds of meters in a row.

He was shocked, horrified, awed and amazed.

Although he is a disciple of Wang Shouming, this is the first time he has seen Wang Shouming take action.

It is also the first time I have seen someone who can compete with Wang Shouming.

Such a collision of momentum has exceeded the mortal imagination.

(End of this chapter)