Twenty miles north of Qiling Post, the Beimo army was stationed here. The endless white tents shone together in the snow, clusters of flames rose. In the big tent in the middle, the little prince of Beimo Mengge sat above with a cold face, looking down at the people below. The atmosphere was very dull, and everyone lowered their heads and said nothing.

In the tent, the charcoal fire was red and the heat was steaming. Mengge held a shovel and poked it gently, and a lot of ashes suddenly flew up. He waved his hand gently, put the iron elm down, and said dullly: "Why don't you stop talking? Before coming today, everyone was very enthusiastic? Now they have failed in a small county."

Mengge continued with a little ridicule, "I always think I am the most powerful army in the world, but now I am beaten to pieces in front of the cowardly Xia people. I have thrown my face from the Beimo Royal Court to Changshengtian. Is there nothing you want to say about a mere ruined city wall that has damaged more than a thousand warriors in my grassland?"

In the last sentence, Mengge almost roared. His army has always been the most elite troops in the Northern Desert. He has always been invincible on the grassland. He has never been as frustrated as today. Not only has he lost thousands of soldiers, but even his first general was defeated and Qiling Post. He couldn't help but spread his anger here.

The tent was still quiet, and no one even said a word of atmosphere. No one spoke. They were all fooled by the two wars today. In their consciousness, Xia Kingdom was a cowardly country. They came whenever they wanted and left whenever they wanted. In winter, when did Xia Kingdom come to rob him?

But this year, not only did they not loot anything, but they also suffered such a significant loss in a small county town.

After a while, Huaxun, a great practitioner who had been closing his eyes to rest, slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the people in the tent with disdain and sarcasm. Suddenly, everyone in the tent, except for Mengge, felt an inexplicable pressure, as if the sky had collapsed, pressing heavily on them. Knowing that Huaxun spoke, the pressure immediately dissipated.

"Little Prince, I have said a long time ago that Xia Guo is not as simple as it seems. This failure is regarded as a lesson, and the next step is the highlight."

Mengge calmed down, turned to look at Huaxun, and asked, "Senior Brother, don't you know what plan you have? Are you and Senior Brother Here ready to take action?"

Although Mengge was arrogant, Huaxun was a great practitioner, so he still had to have the necessary respect. What's more, being beaten by Gu Qingci today also made him realize that he could no longer look at this battle with an old eye.

Huaxun shook his head slightly and said, "We can't take action for the time being. The time is wrong. The reason why Here and I don't take action today is because there are experts in Xia Country!"

Mengge said in shock: "In a small county town, can there be masters who both of you fear? How is this possible?"

Here on the other side suddenly spoke: "On the city wall today, the old man standing with a knife is a great practitioner, and the Taoist nun on the other side is not innate, but the sword intent is really terrifying, and we are not sure to take her."

Mengge has been watching from afar today, and naturally he also saw Ning Qing and Qin Keqing standing with Ling Feng. However, he didn't expect that these two great gods were actually two great gods. He was thrilled for a moment, and his heart calmed down and murmured: "That..."

Huaxun waved his hand and said, "Little Prince, don't worry. As long as we are here, those two masters will not take action. Little Prince, you still have several martial artists in the Hidden Qi Realm. You are the most powerful Hidden Qi Realm. You don't have to worry at all."

"No," Here said: "You don't have to worry about high-end combat power. The only thing you need to pay attention to now is not to let the people from Changling County go to Weicheng to invite troops, otherwise, the Xia army will arrive, and there is no need to fight this battle!"

The two great practitioners were qualified to possess the vast mountains and rivers. They took a few words to break everything apart, allowing Mengge to see the essence of this battle more clearly.

Mengge nodded, looked up and said lightly: "Today's white-clothed swordsman is Gu Qingci, the county magistrate of Changling County. He is an interesting person. I really want to meet him for a while!"

That night, the sky was as poor as a bath, only as dark as an ink pond, without a single star. Under the entire sky, there was only a piece of white snow with a slight light. In the place where the northern desert was stationed, more than a dozen cavalrymen galloped away in the night and headed towards Weicheng.

...

The coldness of Qilingyi was still there. Gu Qingci was still wearing the white clothes covered in blood and had already condensed. Only the white clothes could be seen on his back. The rest of the room was covered in blood. The Jade Bone Sword was held in his hand and slowly leaned against the ground. His chest was a little painful.

He didn't pay attention during the day. He just went to the fortune camp and found some pain in his chest. However, he always pretended to be nothing. After he ordered the preparations, he quietly came to the hills, with only some broken walls and a little snow around him.

Sitting on the ground, he slowly lifted the clothes on his chest, and a three-inch-long knife edge was exposed. Looking at the wound that was still bleeding and not very deep, it seemed that he had been cut in his mind during the daytime battle, but he was only concerned about killing people at that time, but later he forgot.

He slowly took out a bottle of golden sore medicine from his waist. Just as he was about to apply medicine, a white shadow suddenly caught a glimpse of the corner of his eyes. He immediately put down the medicine bottle, reached out to hold the sword, his clothes covered the wound, and shouted, "Who?"

The sword was unsheathed and was immediately retracted.

The person who came was Qin Keqing. Her Taoist robe was still pure and flawless, and she was slightly holy. Even if there was a fierce battle today, there was no dirt. She had a sword hanging around her waist, looking at Gu Qingci quietly in the night, then took a step forward and appeared in front of Gu Qingci.

Shrinking the ground into an inch, as if crossing space.

This is not the first time Gu Qingci has seen Qin Keqing's method, so he was not too surprised. He stood up, bowed slightly, and said, "Miss Qin, thank you today!"

Gu Qing's etiquette was very appropriate, thanking him from the bottom of his heart. However, his behavior was completely meaningless in front of Qin Keqing. Qin Keqing just looked at his chest quietly and said lightly: "You are injured."

Gu Qingci was slightly stunned, and then smiled helplessly. He always admired Qin Keqing, and said a question in a declarative tone.

Punching the sword on the ground, Gu Qingci smiled slightly and said, "I was hurt a little, but it's nothing serious. Miss Qin, please avoid it, I..."

Gu Qingci was still talking, but he was stunned because Qin Keqing suddenly appeared in front of him, then quickly lifted his clothes, reached out to suck the golden sores on the ground from the ground, and gently sprinkled it on his wound. Qin Keqing's voice came from his ears:
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