Wang Xianrui let out a low roar, and seemed to pounce on the green-shirted scholar like a mad tiger, but when his figure moved, it was like the wind that swooped down on the foggy mountain cliff beside him, and jumped directly down to the canyon below.

Seeing the figure of this medical officer suddenly disappear into the thick fog, the face of the green-shirted scholar did not change in the slightest, the canyon below is not high, even if a cultivator is injured, he will definitely not fall to his death directly, and in the canyon below, there is also a colleague whose cultivation is slightly inferior to him waiting.

No matter how fast the falling figure was, it couldn't be faster than the flying sword of a cultivator like him.

The thin sword light pierced through the dense fog at an astonishing speed, catching up with Wang Xianrui's body in an instant.

In the thick fog, Wang Xianrui gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to shoot the flying sword.

He didn't have any weapons on his hands.

With a soft pop, the flying sword pierced his palm as easily as it pierced through tofu.

However, when his true yuan and qi and blood surged through the runes of this flying sword, the power contained in this flying sword instantly collapsed.

Wang Xianrui let out a howl like a wounded beast and pulled out the flying sword that pierced his palm.

There was a bang.

He fell into the woods.

The figure of the scholar in the green shirt was already on the edge of the cliff above, but at this moment, the face of the scholar in the green shirt was extremely pale.

He didn't know what kind of means Wang Xianrui used, but his flying sword directly lost contact with him in an instant.

Sharp footsteps sounded in the mountains and forests, followed by a loud roar, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The scholar in the green shirt froze his nerves, pursed his bloodless lips like a big bird falling, and in just a few breaths, he reached the place where the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded.

A cultivator wearing a bamboo hat sat down on the ground in a daze, a clear fist mark on his chest.

Looking at the green-shirted scholar who appeared in front of him, the cultivator reluctantly raised his head, trying to force himself to speak, but in the next moment, he spurted a mouthful of blood with a wow, and then passed out.

......

On the official road in the distance, a horse-drawn carriage was continuing north.

A little later, some military information reached Chen Qianru in this carriage, including what happened in the mountains of Ningzhou.

Make suggestions, mobilize all the resources in your hands to do things for the master's family, no matter how good the plan, there will always be accidents, but in the past ten days, there seem to be too many accidents.

A few days ago, the ambush against this medical officer failed again and again, and it was a faint possibility that this medical officer possessed some special cultivation methods, which seemed to be able to render the true essence of ordinary cultivators useless.

And the battle that took place today has confirmed this.

Even the green-shirted scholar could not capture that medical officer, so unless he recalled the two subordinates sent elsewhere, it would probably be difficult to mobilize the cultivators in these states.

He pondered what to do next, and did not stop the convoy, but after a while, the convoy stopped, and the green-shirted cultivator, who was often called by him and would speak to him alone, arrived in front of the car.

"The matter of the Sword Pavilion is the crown prince. The green-shirted cultivator saluted Chen Qianru in the carriage and then said.

Chen Wanru breathed suddenly, his brows furrowed deeply, with some disbelief: "The news is correct?"

The green-shirted cultivator nodded, and said unusually simply, "Correct." ”

Chen Duru fell silent.

This was another big surprise.

He had always thought that if even the Chen family had no way to decide the matter of the Sword Pavilion, it must be that the Xiao family's attitude towards Lin Yi had changed, but he never thought that it was the prince in the palace who had always kept a low profile who finally contributed to this matter.

The emperor was in the prime of life, and the prince was too young, so he could only study with peace of mind, and before that, the prince in the palace was a good student in the eyes of the nobles.

However, no one doubted the emperor's affection for the crown prince.

Xiao Yan's cronyism is also reflected in this regard.

He almost never refused many of his son's requests.

It's just that Chen Qianru meditated for a long time, this prince, who was born in Liangzhou and came to the imperial city from his home in Liangzhou for three years in the Heavenly Prison, not to mention that he has no intersection with Lin Yi, and even has no intersection with Chen Baoyun and Xiao Shufei.

So who is the one between this prince and Lin Yi?

In the world of the powerful, there is never a thing where people are kind and help for no reason, only the exchange of interests.

In the matter of the Sword Pavilion, what is the prince plotting, and what benefits can he get.

Or rather, what is the immature prince who seems to have been completely ignored in recent years?

He thought silently for a long time, and then asked, "I can't bring this medical officer to him for a long time, is there any dissatisfaction on Hong Jin's side?"

"The personality and prestige of adults do not lie in the moment. He is more concerned about gaining a powerful friend here, even if it is just a friend who can only do business. "He is not dissatisfied, and he has told your Excellency that he will be doing something in the near future. ”

Chen Qianru understood what Hong Jin meant by doing something, he took some time to think about it, and then said, "Don't let the military department find out about this medical officer, and don't let Lin Yi find out about this matter." ”

The green-shirted cultivator bowed and retreated.

After finding out that the matter of the Sword Pavilion was the prince's handiwork, his opinion of Lin Yi in his heart had also completely changed.

Previously, Lin Yi seemed to him to be a child who wanted some candy at most, and he could beat it at any time, but now, Lin Yi was already an opponent worthy of their attention.

......

It's just that Lin Yi himself didn't know that he had won such an evaluation from such important figures in the Chen family.

He followed his own ideas and hurried unhurriedly.

Two days later, at noon, his convoy finally entered Luoshui City.

Pu Ming and the young cultivator went to the Tie Ce Army's barracks and waited for Lin Yi's arrival.

Because he understood the attitude problem that Pu Ming was talking about, this originally relatively gentle and humble cultivator did not feel the slightest displeasure.

When the convoy appeared in his sight, he and Pu Ming were at the same time aware of it, turning to look at the other side of the barracks.

In a laneway by the river, a young gray-robed cultivator was slowly walking out.

The cultivator's gaze was as sharp as a falcon, and the hostility in his eyes was undisguised and extremely strong.

"Do you want to stop him?"

The young cultivator beside Pu Ming slowly raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but ask softly.

Pu Ming shook his head and said, "We are not qualified to stop him, wait and see." ”

Looking at the returning convoy, countless sergeants in the Tiece Army camp cheered.

They didn't know what trouble there was at this time, but they knew that Lin Yi had made great achievements when he went out, and he had also obtained the allegiance of a cultivation place.

Such a general, of course, they admire it tightly.

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