Chitose words

After Princess Jiuwei left with the female officials and the guards from the Hanyong Imperial Court, Bo Xi sheathed the "Crying Dragon Huang" sword in his hand with a "swish" sound.

She turned back to look at Xie Zhao, frowned and said, "Although I don't know what old wishes Miss Xie has with the 'Lone Wolf Sword Immortal' or Princess Jiuwei, I don't want to find out.

However, please thank Miss Xie to pay attention to your own life.It's not always such good luck that someone happens to be able to help. "

Xie Zhao sighed.

"Sure enough, I am still more suitable for the days of eating and waiting to die. It was only the first few days of morning training when I caused trouble.

However, I heard your movements just now and guessed that you were watching the sunrise from a nearby height.

If you, the deputy envoy of the Hulu Holy Altar, hadn't happened to be here, today's matter might not have been so easily dismissed in front of Princess Jiuwei. Thank you. "

If Bo Xi hadn't happened to be watching the sunrise nearby, Xie Zhao would have been forced to do it himself.

However, if she takes action once, her previous efforts in the past few days may be wasted.

She didn't care about the pain. After being ill for a long time, Xie Zhao had already become accustomed to how to deal with this unusable body.

She discovered that as long as people don't die, there is nothing that they can't overcome.

However, Xie Zhao really couldn't bear the look of Ling You and Han Changsheng showing her worrying and dejected looks as if she was about to die every time her injuries recurred.

So if she could avoid taking action, she would try her best not to seek death, and just treat it as a blessing to save those two people's worries.

Bo Xi looked solemn when he heard this.

She looked at Xie Zhao up and down very seriously for a moment, then suddenly said:

"Can you hear me nearby? Sure enough, you are by no means a simple Jinyuanxuan realm, otherwise the Holy Envoy would not have such trust in you."

He even entrusted her to her.

However, what is the mystery behind this Miss Xie?
Bo Xi frowned, she really didn't see anything special.

——Let alone her, even Ling You, who was almost a level higher than her in martial arts, couldn't see the mystery of Xie Zhao's body.

The long-lost "Sad Flower Suffers the Moon" and the unique internal skill "Jialuo Heart Sutra" created by the "Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal" when he was 15 years old can reverse the heart pulse. The strange injury is the only one in the world. Damn it!
Except for the Nanxu High Priest who is from the same sect as Master Xie Zhao and has seen the magical effects of "Jialuo Heart Sutra", who among the world's masters can tell the truth from the truth?

Perhaps, the elusive "Xiaoyao Medical Sage" Min Xiaoyao in the Wulan Mountains can also see some of the truth.

Xie Zhao smiled silently.

"What, why is it 'not simple'? You guys think too highly of Xie.

Now I am indeed just a very simple waste. The Holy Envoy asked you to follow me, just because I think that my "dead pig is not afraid of boiling water" character is quite acceptable, so I want you to work on it in my free time on weekdays. To understand you, that’s all. "

Bo Xi smiled faintly when he heard the words, and did not say whether he believed it or not.

"Well, everyone has their own secrets. I'll just treat Miss Xie as a 'trash'."

Bo Xi shook his head slightly, but thought to himself: What Princess Jiuwei said just now is quite right. Miss Xie is indeed cunning and thoughtful, and you can get things out of her mouth, unless she wants you to know.

When Bo Xi heard these words at first, what seemed strange?

Xie Zhao scratched his chin and decided not to think deeply.

After Bo Xi finished speaking, he immediately stepped lightly holding his long sword and jumped onto the nearby roof again.

She faced the rising sun in the east and silently recited the Purana Sutra, ignoring Xie Zhao below.

Being so disturbed by Princess Jiuwei, Xie Zhao also lost interest in taking a walk in the garden.

She sighed and decided to keep a low profile.

Before the Guangling Martial Arts Festival, she never left her room. Isn't this wrong?
*
Ten days later, the north wind blew sharply.

In mid-November, there was heavy snow in Guangling City, and winter had arrived.

The Guangling Martial Arts Festival hosted by His Majesty Tuoba Hong, Emperor Hanyong of the Northern Dynasty, finally came as scheduled.

Xie Zhao shivered, wrapped in a plain cloak, and sat in the Yuwen tribe's tent.

In order to better watch the games in the field, the big tent has no curtains facing the grass field.Heavy snow fell into the large tent at the viewing table, and Xie Zhao's eyelashes were covered with large snowflakes in a matter of seconds.

Yu Wenjia, despite Princess Jiuwei's disapproving look, quietly walked up to Xie Zhao's seat at some point.

"Hey! You are indeed here! I asked my eldest brother so much before, but he refused to answer me. I don't know the news about you, so I'm going to be worried to death."

Xie Zhao smiled, cupped his hands and said:

"Thank you for your concern, Princess. 'Lone Wolf Sword Immortal' is a kind person and treats guests very thoughtfully."

Yuwenjia looked like he had seen a ghost!

what?
Who?
Her eldest brother is kind and considerate to guests?
Could it be that Xie Nuxia has been sick for a long time and lost her mind?

However, at this time, the little princess had no time to complain about her elder brother.

She looked around and asked bluntly:
"Where's Young Master Ling?"

Han Changsheng laughed and joked:
"Azhao, look, the princess only has Ling or in her eyes."

Yuwenjia rolled her eyes at him and said half ashamed and half annoyed:

"Both you and Xie Nuxia are sitting here. Only Shaoxia Ling is missing. Naturally, this princess will pay attention to him."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Han Changsheng grinned heartlessly.

"I'll take it for granted for my brother, hahaha!"

Yu Wenjia was furious and slapped him hard on the back.

Xie Zhao laughed.

She raised her head against the wind and snow and motioned Yuwenjia to look towards the field.

"Don't worry, Princess. He is waiting and will be out in a moment."

Yuwenjia's eyes lit up.

"Does Shaoxia Ling want to participate?"

Xie Zhao nodded lightly.

"He is competing on behalf of the Hulu Shrine this time."

"That's great!"

Yuwenjia's eyes were bright with joy, she clapped her hands and said happily:
"The Hulu Holy Altar is a branch of our Yuwen Department. Ling Shaoxia is so advanced in martial arts. If he is willing to take action, wouldn't he be able to win this year's Guangling Martial Arts Festival for our Yuwen Department?"

Xie Zhao smiled and said: "If the Yuwen tribe wants to win the championship, wouldn't it be easy? When the 'Lone Wolf Sword Immortal' was young, he should have won a lot of glory for the tribe, right?"

Yu Wenjia curled his lips and sighed: "You also said, it was 'back then'. My eldest brother has since entered the Holy King realm and no longer participates in the competitions of these Northern Dynasty nobles. He looks down on those who show off their skills and embroider their legs. The sons of nobles do not want to fight with him."

After thinking about it, she added: "But, the eldest brother is right. Those fat-bellied and fat-brained dignitaries in Guangling City are not worthy of my eldest brother's participation in the competition - let me tell you, neither should Ling Shaoxia." How do they deserve to end up?"

Xie Zhao smiled and just said:
"You are a young man with a high spirit, but he is not as good as a weak one. He sees a chance and wants to give it a try. I also want to thank the 'Lone Wolf Sword Fairy' for allowing him to fight. I wonder where your brother is?"

Yuwenjia smiled and said: "My eldest brother is too lazy to come. He is practicing swordsmanship in the house. As for the second brother, he is in charge of the animals for this competition. He is probably setting up in the forest at the moment."

Xie Zhao nodded.

"I see."

As they were talking, cheers and shouts suddenly came to mind on the field.

Several people heard the sound and looked down the stands, and sure enough they saw the emperor of the Northern Dynasty, Yi Zhan, entering the venue from a distance.

Immediately behind the emperor, those who entered the stage were Hanyong's 36 warriors participating in the Guangling Martial Arts Festival.

Thank you Baozi Joey for being Xiao Qiao’s monthly ticket~