However, although his surname is Natsu, he does not allow his children to use Natsu as their last name. Instead, he changed the child's surname to his full name. His eldest son is called Xiahou Jing, and the second son is called Xiahou Sui, and so on. When the intellectuals of the imperial court asked about this, Xiahou replied arrogantly. "I wanted to create a surname for myself, I am an ancestor, and it will be passed down for thousands of centuries.

"So, from now on, the surname is Xiahou."

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General Xiahou is a celebrity. However, it wasn't for this reason that Ning Que kept his name in his head, from shocking narratives to disappointment to sarcasm.

This name, which seems to be engraved in blood and arrogance, has been deeply buried in Ning Que's mind since he was four years old.

He had never seen Xiahou before.

But he knew Xiahou's hobbies, his favorite concubine, and why Xiahou wanted to cook that concubine to death. He also knew that Xiahou had to eat three catties of mutton for every meal, and even ate it in his toilet every day.

He believed that he was the one who knew the Tang Dynasty generals best, and that no one in the world wanted to kill this man more than him.

Beneath the general's rugged and arrogant exterior was a cold and cunning heart. He is stern and ruthless, but he only trusts his own hands. Therefore, he would never just rely on the middle-aged scholar who was obviously not his descendant to assassinate the princess.

The general will surely send his most loyal assassins and subordinates to observe the ambush. He himself may jump out at a critical moment to complete the task.

In Ning Que's opinion, this is the best moment.

A crying little boy poked his head out of the half-collapsed carriage. A beautiful maid lifted her skirt and ran nervously towards him.

Ning Que quickly stretched out his right arm like a thunderbolt and knocked her down.

The branches above their heads snapped and shattered into pieces, obscuring the view of any onlookers. Two masked men dressed in black appeared in the rubble. They quickly threw two metal balls at Ning Que, and pulled out their long swords from behind their backs. The scene was very cold and scary!

The two accelerated metal balls are painted with red dots. They were kerosene grenades equipped by the elite troops of the Tang Dynasty border guards, and the burning effect was extremely terrifying.

Ning Que was familiar with these grenades, as he had been in the border fortress for a long time. He threw the bow away as fast as he could, reached for the hilt of the sword on his back, and then he screamed, "Umbrella!?

There is only one word: umbrella.

It is preceded by a verb.

Also, Ning Que didn't call out Sangsang's name.

Ning Que and his maid have lived together since childhood. After several difficult years in the mountains and grasslands, the two of them easily understood each other and showed excellent team spirit. Just eye contact, a gesture, or a word is enough to clearly convey what a person wants to do.

As soon as the word "umbrella" was spoken, Sangsang quickly ran to the maid like a squirrel, held the handle of the umbrella with both hands, and shook the umbrella vigorously. Immediately afterward, the black umbrella, which was huge compared to her thin body, was opened with a "whew", as if a pitch-black sky suddenly appeared over the dense forest of Beishan Road at night, blocking the light of the stars.

Two kerosene grenades fell to the ground and quickly ignited. The blazing flames rolled up the fallen leaves, further facilitating the burning. All of a sudden, the area was surrounded by an unstoppable flame.

The living bodyguards and steppe barbarians around the caravan looked at the fierce fire and thought of the nobles hiding there. They were shaking from head to toe. Unable to help the nobles due to their serious injuries, they screamed desperately and had no choice but to watch helplessly as the incandescent flames engulfed everything inside.

However, they didn't notice that the big black umbrella was still intact. The incandescent and ferocious flames strangely became feeble when they touched the greasy, sticky curtains of the black umbrella. What exactly is the cover of the umbrella made of? Miraculously, it not only blocked the stars like a black canopy, but also the fierce flames!

Under the big black umbrella, the thin and nervous Sang Sang closed his eyes and lips and lowered his head. Her hands gripped the handle tightly, and it withstood the terrifying flames that were close at hand. Her left hand gripped the handle head tightly, but then relaxed for a moment. She seemed nervous, or struggling with something.

The maid, with her slightly curly hair swaying between her delicate eyes, was also obscured by a black umbrella. The intense heat and the sight of flames spreading across the black umbrella made her very nervous. Then, when she noticed through the side of the black umbrella that the battle was about to unfold, a feeling of confusion and shock appeared in her eyes.

The black-clad assassin had been hiding in the forest for a long time. After silently observing and analyzing the countermeasures of the princess's guards, they finally figured out where the target was. Then, as the Great Sword Saint and the Great Cultivator managed to distract Lu Qingchen, they gradually moved towards the target area and suddenly launched an attack.

Countless sawdust fell from the trees to the ground. Two black-clad assassins carried out a relentless and accurate raid at the perfect time. After throwing two kerosene grenades, they quickly attacked Ning Que from a short distance. In this way, it would be impossible for Ning Que to take advantage of his excellent archery skills.

They are not powerful cultivators, but they are more professional assassins than cultivators.

On this starry night, with the sudden appearance of the two assassins, there was hardly any change or sign of panic on Ning Que's face. He just threw away his bow and arrows like a broken shoe, and then jumped up with force when the two kerosene grenades hit the fallen leaves.

The muscles in his waist, abdomen, and legs suddenly tightened and relaxed. Without any preparation, his legs jumped out of his static state as if they were springed.

At the same time, kerosene grenades began to burn, and his shadow was exactly on fire. It looks like he, stepping on an incandescent lamp, drifting in flames.

Ning Que forcibly flew through the raging flames, and the empty fist naturally swung from the side of his face to his back. His legs are tilted back and his body leans forward in a very natural and coordinated motion, like an attractive bird gliding. At the same time, his empty fists almost touched the hilts of the two swords leaning against his back.

While jumping over the flames and soaring into the air, Ning Que's attention kept staring at the two black-clothed assassins. From his expression, only calm, focused, and calm can be seen, without any distracting thoughts.

The black-clothed maid looked through the thin slit of the black umbrella and looked at Ning Que's figure jumping out of the flames, the calm on her face, somehow, she felt extremely cold from head to toe.

At this moment, she remembered what she had seen and heard when she followed Canyu to hunt on the grassland half a year ago.

In that case, a young and fierce tiger jumped from the bushes and pounced on her, gently holding her with its front paws and gently and deftly contracting its hind legs. However, its eyes showed only extreme calm and concentration, without any cruel and bloody expression. For a moment, a calm, even graceful quality, attached to the beast. Unfortunately for her, the expression in its eyes was the most terrifying she had ever seen, and sometimes she was even awakened by the calm and peaceful gaze of the tiger in her midnight dream.

Calm without any emotions represents strength and self-confidence, and focus means will and determination. When tigers go in search of prey, they attack in a focused and sober but not grim way. Tearing enemies to shreds is just their talent and survival instinct, it's not that they want to unleash the enemy's wrath, they just need to be clear about their talents or talents.

That memory and thought appeared in the maid's mind when she saw Ning Que's face reflected from the flames.

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The man who has been killing people at night all his life is the most dangerous creature. Even the maid could feel the determination and cruelty hidden behind Ning Que's calm and focused expression. The two black-clothed assassins were also subconsciously shocked and nervous when they watched the young man jump over the fire, even more nervous than when they assassinated Yan Cavalry. Strangely, their hands became a little stiff as they held their swords.

With the sound of the howling wind, Ning Que jumped between the two assassins, the flaming tail of the cotton robe depicting a few faint flames in the dense forest at night.

Two rusty water chestnuts quickly jumped from behind his shoulders and headed straight for the enemy. Then, suddenly, there was a series of metal blades crashing through the forest. As the wind became more intense, the faint flames were divided into more subtle sparks, which illuminated the battlefield more than before.

The wave and the sword collided violently. Ning Que bounced up, landed on the fallen leaves, and then forced his way between the two assassins after a few steps. He controlled Viburnum's wrist to change direction and dragged the weapon diagonally towards the enemy like lightning, through the back edge of the sword. Completely outclassing his opponents, Ning Que slammed directly on their ribs with two sounds, leaving them no chance or space to react!

The heavy blade sliced diagonally through the assassin's sternum, stabbing into their chest, their flesh squeezing out of the blade. The two black-clad assassins let out a miserable howl. However, before the end of their lives, they threw away their swords and grabbed Ning Que's two waves with their hands and bodies, showing Tang Bing's strong willpower!

At this moment, another black-clothed assassin appeared, like a ghost, holding a sharp short sword in both hands, and slashed straight at the back of Ning Que's neck!

There's a third assassin in the forest!

By any measure, the two Assassins were supposed to be the last attempt. But amazingly, they still kept the other one as a backup, and although it didn't seem necessary, it was full of ruthlessness and determination at the cost of the lives of the entire team!

No one had expected this situation, except for Ning Que and his maid under the black umbrella.

"Six! Two!

The maid curled up nervously and closed her eyes as she watched as the third assassin slashed at Ning Que, shouting these two words with all her might.