Chapter Eighty-Three: A Thousand Miles to Ride Alone

A bloodstained black horse gallops in the setting sun.

A young man in ragged clothes lay motionless on the back of a horse, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

"Bang!"

Suddenly the horse stumbled and hit the ground with a heavy load.

......

I don't know how long it took, Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?"

A man's deep voice sounded in his ears.

Lin Xuan's gaze condensed slightly, and he exhaled softly.

"With such a lineup to deal with me, you can't help but look down on me too much!"

He looked at the middle-aged man in armor beside him, and his eyes showed helplessness.

"Alas!"

Lin Xuan shook his head and stopped talking.

At this moment he was in the middle of the army, and there were indescribably many soldiers here, lined up in rows, with almost no end in sight.

Lin Xuan was lying on the station car, and beside him sat a figure who looked like a general. The chariot was in the middle of the military formation, surrounded by countless soldiers.

The sound of horses' hooves was monstrous, and the footsteps of the army were even more shocking.

In the moonlight, you can even see the dust covering the sky.

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Xuan, his gaze revealing appreciation.

"You are much calmer than General Ben thought, I thought you were just a martial artist, but it doesn't seem to be more than that!"

Lin Xuan was stunned for a moment, and only replied after a long time: "You are not Marshal Murong's person?"

According to Murong's military order, the first thing he should do should be to kill himself.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly, and he said slowly: "This general is Zhao Zilong, the first general under Marshal Murong, and he is deeply trusted by Marshal Murong. ”

"But at the same time......"

"General Ben is still the person of the former King of Liang, but not many people know about it. At least in this team, the only people who know about this are you and me!"

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, he moved his body and leaned on the railing.

"I see!"

"Then why are you telling me this secret?"

"Isn't it ......"

Zhao Zilong nodded, and he said in a deep voice: "King Liang wants to see you!"

Lin Xuan closed his eyes, and his lips moved.

"No! I don't see anyone!"

"The Immortal Sword and the Overlord Sword came back alive from the Divine Sword Villa together, and they dodged many attacks and killings by Marshal Murong along the way, shaking the entire rivers and lakes. ”

Zhao Zilong's gaze crossed Lin Xuan and looked into the distance.

"You were originally two people, why are you the only one left?"

Lin Xuan's face was calm, and he said lightly: "A lot of people came that day, and he snatched a horse and left me on horseback. ”

He turned back to stop them...... That was the last time I saw him......"

His expression was flat, as if he didn't care about it at all.

"Do you hate them?"

"Why don't you join us, and we'll help you get revenge!"

Zhao Zilong's expression was straight, and he stared at Lin Xuan with burning eyes.

"Immortal Sword...... What's your idea?"

"...... alive," Lin Xuan replied softly, "I just want to survive in this troubled world......"

"The emperor left an edict...... Pass the throne to the former King of Liang...... Your Majesty has already ascended the throne a few days ago!"

"And you...... Immortal Sword ......"

"Your Majesty has taken that position, and you have contributed a lot. His Majesty the Emperor is not an ungrateful person, so it was decided to give you two choices. ”

"One...... Join His Majesty's side and serve him!"

"II...... Accomplish one thing!"

Zhao Zilong took out a bag from his arms and handed it to Lin Xuan, and the emotion on his face flashed.

"This is what His Majesty the Emperor has asked you to do!"

"Hah!"

Lin Xuan smiled bitterly, his bloody hair fluttering in the wind.

"He's exalted me too much, and now I'm just a waste......"

Zhao Zilong retracted his gaze, he lowered his head and laughed: "The famous Immortal Sword, will you also have such a lonely day?"

"Creation makes people...... Have you changed, or has the world changed......"

Lin Xuan rubbed the long sword at his waist, silent, and looked a little embarrassed.

The whole chariot fell silent, dead silent.

Lin Xuan suddenly spoke: "I want a horse...... A good horse!"

Zhao Zilong nodded, and he said softly: "Okay! General Ben can give you a bloody horse!"

"My strength has dropped a lot...... I'm not sure it will work!"

"It's okay......"

A cold wind blew, and the brocade bag in Lin Xuan's hand fell to the ground.

Through the faint moonlight, I can vaguely distinguish the handwriting on the bag.

There is only one word on the letterhead, a "frustration"!

......

The emperor made a bet with the people of the world, a bet that no one else could refuse.

He sent the immortal sword Lin Xuan to test the people of the world and the soldiers and horses of the world.

He needs to fight alone with one man and one sword. He needs to be seriously injured to outperform those famous generals.

As long as the Immortal Sword wins, the person who loses to him in the future must first give thirty miles after seeing the emperor.

If the Immortal Sword is defeated, in the future, the emperor will also need to retreat thirty miles when he sees the person who defeated the Immortal Sword.

It's a big gamble, a gamble that will make the world boil.

In just half a day's work, the news has spread to all forces in the Great Zhou.

Sanssouci City.

The old master of the flower family sat on the pine chair, and his face was calm.

Green smoke rose from the incense burner beside him, and he sniffed the aroma in the incense burner and exhaled softly.

"Old Fellow......"

"King Liang's bet is clearly aimed at you!"

"Humph!"

Behind the bead curtain made of jade beads, there was a cold snort of disdain.

The old man behind the curtain flipped over the secret letter on the table, he thought for a long time and sneered.

"Everyone in the world underestimated the courage of the King of Anle, the old man thought that he had the chance to win, but he never thought that this kid would take the lead!"

"But since he wants to gamble...... The old man will accompany him to the end......"

"Left and right is just a seriously injured swordsman, what kind of splash can he make?"

The old master of the flower family listened to the old man's words, and his eyes showed sarcasm.

"Once you lose, it's not just about the bet, it's about morale!"

"Once your morale is thwarted by the Immortal Sword, you will no longer be the invincible iron army you used to be!"

"Old fellow...... Are you kidding?"

"I, Murong Zhuang, have never lost once on the battlefield, and the old man will never be defeated!"

"What's more...... That kid is nothing more than a dying wreck......"

The old man's voice grew colder, but anyone could hear the arrogance in his words.

The old master of the flower family frowned, and then smiled lightly.

This old guy has never been defeated in a battle in his life, he has an invincible heart, but at the same time, he has also developed his invincible character.

He...... So proud!

This is both a good thing and a bad thing!

He is just a general, he doesn't understand the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't understand martial arts.

In the past, he was invincible on the battlefield, but now it is different, his opponent is no longer an ordinary person.

Now his opponent is a top master of the first class in the rivers and lakes.

Bai Yujing.

Palace.

The emperor wore a dragon robe, reviewing the folds on the gold case.

King Liang stood aside with a bow, he looked at the emperor who was meticulously flipping, and his eyes showed envy.

"Father...... Erchen doesn't understand!"

"The Immortal Sword may be able to deal with one person, ten people, or a hundred, but it is still impossible to deal with a thousand or ten thousand people!"

"Why did you send him to do this, and wouldn't that put us at a disadvantage?"

The emperor's eyes were a little complicated, and he replied coldly: "What good is it for him to win us?"

King Liang pondered for a moment, and then replied: "It will hit the prestige of Old Marshal Murong in the army, and it will hit their military spirit!"

"What if he is defeated?"

King Liang hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Yes...... will break the face of my father......"

The emperor smiled lightly, and he raised his head to stare at King Liang.

"The Immortal Sword has a grudge against Marshal Murong, and he will only target the Murong clan...... If he loses, he will naturally lose my face. increased Murong's prestige. ”

"It's just, at that time, can he Murong Clan stay out of the matter?"

"The troubled times have begun, once this happens, who will be the real target?"

"Is it the Murong clan who disobeyed me, or is it the righteous inheritance of the throne?"

King Liang's body trembled, and he got up and bowed.

"Father's ......"

"Good calculation!!"

The emperor waved his hand, and he said softly: "I have sent someone to order the Immortal Sword, and he will go to the prince's mansion first...... Do you know what to do then?"

"The prince will not die for a day, and we will always be unjustifiable. Because as long as he lives, he will always be the crown prince! As long as he lives, he will be qualified to inherit the throne after all!"

King Liang's eyes rolled, and he asked tentatively: "As long as we blame the Murong clan, then we can reap the benefits of the fisherman." ”

"Not bad!"

The Emperor stood up from the dragon chair, and he stared at King Liang tightly.

"I allowed the prince to flee to Jiangnan just to borrow a knife to kill people, and your mind has become complicated...... It's both a good thing and a bad thing......"

King Liang's face turned pale instantly, his legs weakened, and he took a few steps back.

"Father is too careful...... Erchen will never have a half-hearted ......"

The emperor nodded, there was no trace of superfluous emotion on his calm face, and he said lightly: "This is naturally the best...... Otherwise......"

Gangnam.

A quaint yard.

Lin Xuan, who was covered in blood, limped from a distance.

He was dressed in bloody clothes and hair, and he was unusually eye-catching against the background of the setting sun.

"Stop coming!"

When the two guards at the gate of the small courtyard saw Lin Xuan's figure, they immediately stepped forward and blocked him in front of him.

Rise.

Lin Xuan glanced at the person blocking the road in front of him, and he shook his head slightly.

"I'm just passing by, why are you stopping me?"

As he looked up, the two guards saw his face as well.

He was in his twenties, with a languid face, and seemed to be seriously injured.

He was ragged and covered in blood, which was rare.

Well?

This is?

They looked at the long sword on Lin Xuan's waist and stared.

The sword was three feet long, and the sword was covered in blood.

This kid is by no means a simple person!!

Assassin?

Or is it something else?

"Ahem!"

One of the guards coughed dryly, and he asked aloud, "Where is Childe going?"

Lin Xuan reached out and put his hand on the shoulders of the two of them in the surprised gaze of the two.

He gasped heavily, then let out a long sigh, "It's not where I'm going that matters......"

"It's ......"