Peng Wuwang has been coming out of Pengmen in Qingzhou for some time, and he is already in Xuzhou at this time. Until this moment, his heart was still chaotic, and sometimes he forgot why he came out of Qingzhou Pengmen in the first place. The weather in Xuzhou is warm in late spring, the wind and sun are beautiful along the way, and the pedestrians on the road are in a hurry. But he had no time to care about these, and countless images flashed back and forth in his mind: sometimes it was the sword fairy Hua dazzling Yue Nu swordsmanship, and sometimes it was the brilliant mountain flowers in the nameless valley of Lotus Mountain. He wanted to focus his mind on the purpose of his trip, the sword competition, but his heart repeatedly led him to the far away fortress.

"I really want to drink!" Peng Wuwang suddenly began to wish that he had completely forgotten everything and was drunk like a carefree idler. He licked his lips and smiled bitterly, "It's a pity that I'm only killed when I'm drunk." The memories of Shu Cottage made him shiver. "What should I do?" Peng Wuwang looked up at the sky, only to feel a disheartening sourness in his eyes.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from a distance: "Brother Peng, is it Brother Peng?" Peng Wuwang followed the prestige and found that Ouyang Xizhao's short and concise figure flew from far and near.

"Senior Ouyang!" Peng Wuwang said happily as if he had found relief, "Why are you here?"

"Brother Peng! It's a long story. What are you doing here? Go to Yishan!" Ouyang Xizhao came to his horse, raised his head and said.

"I'm on my way to Yishan." Peng Wuwang said uncertainly, "How do you know I'm going to Yishan?"

"Ahem!" Ouyang Xizhao sighed, "The Heavenly Demon has gone south, driving almost all the masters of the Central Plains to Yishan like a duck. Go quickly, too."

"Heavenly Demon, south?" Peng Wuwang asked blankly.

"Yes, I'm also contacting the last group of masters to rush to Yishan to fight against the Heavenly Demons. Brother Peng, be careful, I heard from the wind media that the Heavenly Demon has arrived in Songzhou, and it seems that you are about to arrive at the town of Bangshui by the Bianshui, so you had better take a detour to Yishan. Hurry up, huh?" After Ouyang Xizhao said these words, he patted Peng Hopeless's horse's head, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Senior Ouyang!" Peng Wuwang wanted to talk to him a few more words, but Ouyang Xizhao had already gone far away.

Peng Wuwang sighed, shook his head, and subconsciously urged the horse's head, and the tall horse let go of his steps and galloped down the street. "Did Senior Ouyang talk about Yishan just now, or did he come to Binshui Town?"

The astonishing sword light in the martial arts arena of the Khan's Mansion in Dingxiang City is like wave after wave of boundless sea tide, and it seems to be tearing the sky and the earth on the desert. Ke Zhan and Bashanhe, the two best masters, are like lonely boats in the angry sea in this rain of swords that can devour everything, desperately struggling.

The tough leather armor of the battle had been shattered into powder, and there were countless small scars all over his body. Although Bashanhe's clothes are neat, his legs and hands are bleeding, and he has suffered several serious injuries in a row, and he is in danger.

"Princess! Please, we can't stand it." But Zhan finally couldn't bear it anymore and begged for mercy.

"Humph!" Princess Splendid looked angry, and her beautiful face seemed to be covered with frost that had been incomprehensible for thousands of years, "You say, why do I keep thinking about a person, but I can't see him. If you can't see him, you can't be happy anymore. Can't be happy, but you don't know why?"

"Princess, this question is too complicated, I don't know how to say it." But he said tremblingly.

"Okay, look at the sword!" Princess Splendid shook her hand and stabbed at Ke Zhan with a sword, this sword was like a Luo sleeve thrown off by a neon fairy volley, drawing a moving curve and shooting towards his ring jumping hole. But Zhan was stunned as he watched this rainbow-like sword light shoot on him, dizzy, and even flashed a trace of reluctance to dodge. His body was thrown high by this sword qi, and he flew far away before falling heavily to the ground, his body was full of meridians, and he couldn't move.

"Useless things, you can't catch a sword with a little thought." Princess Splendid frowned, and locked her gaze on Bashanhe, who was holding the ground with a knife and couldn't stop breathing, "You said."

"Princess, please think about it again, I don't know who this person you keep thinking about is, and I don't know who it is, how can I answer." Bashanhe said bitterly.

Princess Splendid pondered for a long time, and suddenly said, "I can't think of it, I can't think of it all. All I know is that I hate you now, get up, let me stab you a hundred more times."

At this moment, a loud voice from the guards came from outside the martial arts arena: "See Second Highness!"

"The Second Highness has come down, Princess!" Kezhan and Bashanhe said in unison as if they had found a life-saving straw.

The person who came was the most powerful young general on the prairie, the second son of the Great Khan, and the leader known as the lion of the desert. This person's cheeks are slender, the eye circles are deep, the eyes are shining with wisdom, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, and there is a fold like a knife line on the left side of the face near the corner of the mouth, showing an innate aura of slaughter. His smile was soft and kind, completely diluting the cold feeling brought by the angular face, and people couldn't help but feel awe and love for him.

With a medium stature and a straight waist, he stood in the martial arts arena, and his momentum was impressive, as if there were thousands of troops and horses ambushed behind him at any time, and he was not angry and arrogant.

Seeing him, Princess Jinxiu took back the Zifeng Qingluan Sword, saluted Feng Jie, and stood aside with a displeased face.

"Splendid beauty, what's wrong? But Zhan and Bashanhe have made you angry again?" Feng Jie smiled and looked at the embarrassed Ke, and asked.

"I don't know, I just hate them, for no reason." Princess Splendid shook her head, thinking distressedly, "Maybe there's a reason, but I can't think of it."

"You must be too tired, maybe go back and rest and get some sleep, it will be better." Feng Jie said gently.

Princess Splendid nodded blankly, turned around and went back to her room.

"Come here!" Seeing the splendid princess gradually walking away, Feng Jie immediately said yes, and the two of them said in a deep voice.

Bashanhe immediately ran to Ke Zhan's side and helped him up, and the two of them staggered to Fengjie, ready to bow down.

"Excuse me!" Feng Jie raised his hand and said, "Why did Jinxiu's mistake happen again?"

But Zhan wanted to answer, but was secretly pulled by Bashan River. only listened to Bashan River: "Your Royal Highness, the princess is probably too tired because of the battle of Lotus Mountain, so that she ......."

"There's no need to hide it, Pua Man has already told me." Feng Jie said in a deep voice, "Is Jinxiu in love with a Han man named Peng Wuwang?"

Ke Zhan and Bashanhe glanced at each other, and said helplessly in unison, "Second Highness is wise."

"What the specific situation is, you can explain it to me clearly, and you must not omit anything." Fengjie snapped.

"Yes!" Ke Zhan said in a deep voice, "That day, Peng had no hope of tricking the princess to the top of Lotus Peak, and the two fell into the deep valley together. We struggled to find the entrance to the stream, and followed the dark hole in the stream to the valley, only to find that the princess was about to marry the Han man, Peng Wuwang, according to the Han etiquette."

Hearing this, Feng Jie's face sank, he slapped his fist high-five, made a bang, and said fiercely, "Jinxiu, you are so confused."

But Zhan paused, and then said, "When the princess saw us coming in, she said, 'I thought we could live in seclusion here, but it was all for naught. Let's go.'" She left a message on the willow tree to say goodbye to Peng Wuhope, and immediately dived out of the stream with us. Later, we traveled day and night and returned to Dingxiang. Along the way, the princess was pale and silent, and sometimes she could not say a word in a day. His face also became haggard, and he often felt tired and tired. After returning to Dingxiang, the princess finally collapsed and fell unconscious. When I woke up, I changed back to the appearance of a little princess."

Feng Jie looked up to the sky and sighed, and said, "Splendid and intelligent, at the age of fifteen, he was attracted by the Great Khan as an arm, working day and night, if he didn't often become a little princess and play around, I'm afraid he would have died of exhaustion. Only this time, it's been twenty days since she's become a little princess, and it's never been so long before, and I don't think she'll ever change back."

Bashanhe said in a deep voice, "The princess is physically and mentally exhausted this time, and she is overwhelmed, and I am afraid it will take time to recover. However, Shanhe believes that with the princess's care and love for the prairie, she will definitely wake up and regain her strength."

Feng Jie looked at him, nodded and said, "It's still Shanhe who understands her. You take good care of Jinxiu, and do everything according to her wishes. I hope she recovers soon, and commands the army to go straight to Chang'an and level the world. When the time comes, the prairie will have a good life, and she will be a little princess for the rest of her life, and she will be able to do it."

But Zhan Bashanhe's eyes showed eagerness, and Qi claimed that it was.

When Peng Wuwang came to the town of Waterfront, he was catching up with the overwhelming downpour. The torrential rain washed over the muddy roads of the town, and the new green branches of the trees along the road broke off and lay jagged on the ground. Peng Wuwang tied his horse to the porch of the roadside tavern, and found an empty table to sit down.

There were very few customers today, and the guy at the tavern seemed particularly enthusiastic, and he vigorously wiped the table in front of Peng Wuwang and said loudly, "Guest, come and have something, do you want to try our store's unique open wine, which is guaranteed to make you want to drink it again."

"Drink?" Peng Wuwang asked.

"Guest, this is probably your first time in Waterfront Town, right?" The fellow rejoiced, and said, "This is a must-have for our waterfront town. Not only mellow and sweet, but also spicy and enjoyable. It was our sake brewer who learned from the Hu people the winemaking technique of what is called tazira wine, and then mixed it with our Han experience. Drink it in your mouth, spicy to your heart, let you immediately feel relieved, and there is no more sadness. Do you want to taste it?"

Peng Wuwang's heart was pounding, and he suddenly felt a spat, he thought about it and said, "Okay, I want it."

"Okay!" The guy turned his head and was about to beckon someone to serve wine, but was suddenly pulled by Peng Wuwang.

"What's the matter? Guest?" The guy asked curiously.

"Are there bandits and robbers nearby, people who hurt heaven and reason?" Peng Wuwang asked.

"No, guest officer!" The man said with a smile, "Since the Son of Heaven succeeded to the throne, all industries have prospered, and there is peace and security here in Binshui Town, all of them are ordinary people living and working in peace and contentment, so you just have to drink with confidence."

Peng Wuwang sighed heavily, and said in a sour tone, "Forget it, give me tea."