He sent Xiaomanwu to the post station and handed it to Dong Zhuo. After Xu Qianqiu left, he did not rush to leave the city.

Up onto the city wall, looking at Gujian Pavilion from a distance.

Before leaving, Xu Xiao gave an explanation and asked him to find someone in Feihu City and bring a sentence.

That man was an old general of the Northern Liang Army.

Xu Qianqiu turned around and walked directly to a corner of Jiange.

On the wall, a sloppy man sleeping soundly and basking in the sun was lying, murmuring from time to time.

Suddenly, the man turned sideways and almost fell down the city wall.

Fortunately, he fell into the wall.

Xu Qianqiu just stood by and watched, but did not wake him up.

Seeing that he fell down, he didn't come forward to help.

The drunk sloppy man woke up, not the first time he was to be glad for the rest of his life.

Instead, carefully stroke the wine gourd hanging around your waist.

Seeing that the wine gourd was safe and sound, he looked up and looked around in a daze.

After seeing Xu Qianqiu, he was also indifferent.

The drunkard, with a bearded face, leaned against the city wall and raised his head to drink a sip of the strong wine.

He hummed a song from his mouth, but he used it in Beiliang accent.

Leisurely and uncomfortable.

This is a tall but hunched servant running to the top of the city.

In his hand, he held a pot of wine.

When I saw Xu Qianqiu, a hint of surprise suddenly flashed through my eyes that had been silent for many years in Mengcheng.

Although it was fleeting, it was still captured by Xu Qianqiu.

When the two passed by, the servant paused.

He remained silent and went forward to pour wine into the master's empty wine gourd.

This slave is a corny eye.

The half-drunk and half-awake man took out a dagger with pearls embedded in the handle.

Shave yourself, shaving your beard all over your face.

After being busy for a while, he looked at Xu Qianqiu with his eyes squinted and cursed:

"Young man, what are you looking at? I remember that back then, I brought two swords to this Feihu City.

One candle dragon was hung in the pavilion, and the other one was sold to the Chengmu Mansion, earning a thousand taels of gold.

You little face, why do you look at me with the look of looking at the drunkard?"

I?

Xu Qianqiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and in his eyes, a bloody light flashed in a flash.

A trace of blood suddenly appeared on the neck of the drunk and sloppy man.

The man who was drunk just now covered his neck and his eyes widened, full of incredible things.

Then, it fell on the haystack.

The blood gradually dyed the thatch.

That servant has always been a mute.

Seeing that his master was killed, he quickly turned around and kept bowing to Xu Qianqiu for mercy.

Xu Qianqiu smiled, turned around, looked at Feihu City, which had been destroyed by a huge palm print, stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly:

"Although your skills are so wise, to me, they are like a false picture.

Although I don’t have a good impression of your Wu Family Sword Tomb, today, I am not here to kill you.

Instead, someone asked me to send a message.

The man said, if you take out the pawn you brought out, you have to go back and wipe your butt."

After saying that, Xu Qianqiu paused for a moment, turned around and left without any delay.

The servant in front of me was the old man from Beiliang that Xu Xiao was looking for.

In addition, he also has an identity, Princess of Beiliang and Wu Su's younger brother.

The uncle of the new king of Beiliang today!

However, when the meeting ended, Xu Qianqiu did not call him uncle, and even had an indifferent attitude.

He called Deng Tai'a uncle, Shang Ke.

Valley proverb

As for the person in front of you.

Xu Qianqiu suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and slowly walked down the city wall.

This previous generation genius who came from the Wu Family’s sword tomb has been in the Northern Mang for so many years, hiding his identity and pretending to be deaf and mute.

Seeing the young man in white leaving, the hunched servant still looked into the distance, stretched out his hand to stroke his face, plainly, and said to himself:

"Prior yourself to the acupoints, close your cultivation, and not reveal your aura. This is already the best sword-drying technique in my Wu family's sword tomb.

Back then, after competing with Li Chungang, I occasionally realized something. I thought that I had achieved great success in my magical power, but I never thought that today I was seen through by a younger generation.

Xu Qianqiu? Land gods and immortals?

Why did we just look at it but only refer to Xuanchu Realm? Is the rumors wrong?"

Back then, he was angry at General Xu Xiao's failure to be the emperor, so he was disheartened and chose to practice the dry sword.

Thinking of the former ancestor of the Wu family, he once defeated ten thousand cavalry by nine swords.

Among them, there are four broken swords left in Beimang.

So he came.

In order to hide his identity, he did not hesitate to proclaim himself and pretended to be a deaf and mute person.

Even, he was a servant for others.

The servant's nails were portrayed on his face, and blood was oozing, as if he was disgusted with this face, and said slowly:

"The sword is ruthless. Sister, you are contaminated with emotions, even if you are under the guise of being a worldly world, your sword intent in this life will no longer be pure.

Just like when you were in the palace, you ended up only reaching the false realm.

In the end, it's just a mirage.

Otherwise, how can you not cure the disease?”

Although Wu Su is his biological sister, the two have never been in harmony and are not close.

In comparison, Wu Su is better at outsider Deng Tai'a.

Just like...

His uncle had a mediocre relationship with his nephews, Xu Qianqiu, Xu Fengnian and others. On the contrary, he was closer to Chen Zhibao.

Among the Northern Liang army, this "uncle" belongs to Chen Zhibao's faction.

Back then, Xu Xiao refused to let his general Huang Pao go behind him, and the younger brother of the Princess Wu had the intention of supporting Chen Zhibao to set up his own business and raise an army to become the king.

Thinking of this, Xu Qianqiu's murderous intent arose again.

If it weren't for an appointment with Chen Zhibao, he would have to kill this person today.

But this is only one chance.

Yiru, he also gave Chen Zhibao a chance.

Whether to choose betrayal or not depends entirely on how the two choose.

To destroy relatives for justice?

There is only hatred and no relatives in the Northern Liang Palace and the Wu Family’s Sword Tomb.

The servant stood at the top of the city, looked into the distance, and murmured to himself:

"The blood relationship cannot be denied, but after practicing the sword intent of the dead wood, I no longer care about blood relationship.

General, I have been waiting for you over the years.

However, I never expected that it would be my nephew who came to Feihu City in person.

General, General, move him with emotion and explain him with reason.

But you don’t know that Wu Qi, in this life, is the most ruthless and unreasonable!

So how do you know that Chen Zhibao has never looked for me?

You're just sending someone here now, not yourself, so it's too late!"

On the day when Feihu City was in trouble, the top scholar died in Gujian Pavilion and was killed by someone.

All the brothels in the city were filled with grief and invested together to bury this legendary man who made countless girls feel happy.

Those half-old pretty women who have grown up are secretly saddened.

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Heartbroken, heartbroken!
Chapter completed!