Prince, who shall we kill today?

The mountain inn.

Rong Ze returned to the people under the eaves with frivolous steps.

"Father." He bowed and saluted, "The medicine was delivered, but he didn't want it."

"Yeah." Rong Xuechuan was not surprised, he was very clear about his son's temper.

The raindrops formed a bead curtain, which was blown towards him by the wind.Most of his clothes were already wet, and he didn't move his feet as if he didn't realize it.

Rong Ze saw that his father's back was like a mountain in a rainy night, tall and silent, he couldn't help trying to figure out what his father was thinking, but he couldn't concentrate, his lungs hurt so badly that he couldn't hold back a muffled groan.

"Injured?" Rong Xuechuan turned around and helped his son into the room, and healed his injuries.

He frowned slightly: "Why did you get hurt so badly? Didn't you just leave after a little testing?"

"He is a rare and powerful opponent with extraordinary strength. I can't help but love the fight for a while..." Rong Ze said with a wry smile, "I thought Han Che underestimated the enemy and exaggerated his strength. I didn't expect that I would do the same thing. mistake……"

"How? Is it like the knife technique I showed you before?"

"It's not like. The boy was hard to resist, so he had to distract him with words, and tricked him into doing a few tricks with me, otherwise it would be difficult to see more. But after some testing, it's really not like what my father showed me before. That set of sword skills. It should be said... Haier is considered to be experienced in many battles, but he can't see the shadow of swordsmen he has seen in the past from his sword skills."

Rong Ze turned his head slightly, and asked cautiously: "Father, what school and school are you using that saber technique?"

Rong Ze has been curious about this question for a long time.His father is a master of swords, and his ice-drinking swordsmanship is superb, and it is difficult to match him. He has never used a sword in front of him before. In the past few days, he followed Han Che and that man with his father, and saw that man confronting others. After the move, his father suddenly showed him a set of sword techniques.Today, he ordered him to look carefully to see if the man was using this set of saber techniques.Rong Ze was thinking, could it be that his father saw the figure of his old friend from that man?

However, he had never heard of any true friends his father had.

As far as he knew, the only friend his father had was the late emperor.But the father himself seemed less than willing to mention the matter.Being picked up by others, his complexion is not very good.

However, the first emperor did not use a knife.

Rong Xuechuan didn't answer his son's question, but instead asked: "Have you asked clearly? Is that man a foreigner?"

"No." Rong Ze said, "Han Che said that he has absolutely no intention of harming Daqi."

"Do you believe what he says?"

"Not exactly. But you can trust him when it comes to the safety of your home and country."

Rong Xuechuan didn't ask any more questions, healed his son silently, then called someone to take care of him, and left by himself.

He left the inn and stood at the door for a while, looking at the opposite mountain, silent.

A group of soldiers watched from a distance, not daring to hold an umbrella for him.

Rong Xuechuan raised his head slightly, letting the rain hit his face.

He closed his eyes and asked in his heart: "Han Che, are you dead?"

Not long after Rong Xuechuan returned to the room, he heard a commotion outside.I thought the soldiers and the shopkeeper could handle it well, but I didn't expect the commotion to get bigger and bigger, and Rong Ze shouted: "Catch him! Don't let him disturb father's rest!" Then he hurried past his door.Rong Xuechuan immediately raised his sword and rushed out.

I saw a group of people fighting downstairs, ten of them fought and failed to take anyone down.

The besieged man was wearing a dark green robe with white flowers flying around.His movement is extremely light, dancing like a butterfly.The figure of this person's sword is dense and dense, like spring flowers sprinkled one after another.He parried several long spears with his long sword, and then turned around and stabbed Rong Ze who joined the battle group.

"Back off!" Rong Xuechuan let out a low voice, and jumped down in the air.

The ice-drinking sword came out, and the frost and snow fell to the ground.Spring is suddenly cold, and the flowers wither in an instant.As soon as Rong Xuechuan got in hand with that person, he felt a strange feeling, and felt that his sword skills seemed familiar, but there was no trace to be found.That deja vu is the intention, but not the shape.Therefore, he was full of doubts and couldn't figure it out.

After several strokes, the two stopped at the same time.Rong Xuechuan said: "Who are you?"

The other party let out a breath of white air, wiped the frost on his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Ask something."

This is an extremely elegant man with long hair like ink and unique facial features.At first glance, it is different from ordinary people, but when you look closely, it is a different kind of beauty.Judging from his appearance, he is about thirty years old.Looking at the skill, the sword state is already good.Everything is beautiful, but it's a pity that he doesn't have a good voice.When he made a sound, his voice was hoarse and slender, indistinguishable from male and female, and it sounded a little harsh.

Rong Xuechuan thought to himself that this person could tell at a glance that he was not from Qiguo, so he asked him again: "What's the matter?"

The man's sword tip picked up the paper on the ground and showed it to him: "Fall."

Rong Xuechuan frowned, the paper was a wanted portrait of a certain curly-haired man.I saw him pick up another portrait from the table and shake it: "There is this one." This one is Han Che.

Rong Xuechuan said: "Why are you looking for them?"

The man shook the portrait on the tip of the sword: "Apprentice."

"You are his master?" Rong Xuechuan wondered, "You use a sword, he uses a knife, how did you teach him?"

The man pursed his lips and said nothing, lowered his eyes a few inches, then raised his head again, and changed the subject: "Answer."

This person cherishes words like gold, Rong Xuechuan didn't want to waste any time talking with him, he said indifferently: "I haven't seen it before." Then put away the sword, turned and went upstairs.

The man said "Thank you", and then seriously folded up the two arrest warrants, apparently planning to leave.

Rong Ze stared at him, thinking what a weirdo, isn't the arrest warrant posted all over the street?

Speaking of which, His Majesty the Emperor really took great pains to order someone to paint a [-]% portrait of his younger brother, for fear that the people all over the country would not be able to recognize him.But the curly-haired man didn't have this kind of treatment. He was painted like a savage, with a big head, small eyes and big nostrils, which was far from his real person.

While slandering, Rong Ze paid attention to the movement of the strange swordsman. He thought he would leave after finishing the arrest warrant, but unexpectedly, he saw him walking towards the counter, put some broken silver, and said in a low voice, "Sorry."

The young couple hiding behind the counter popped up and said in a panic, "It's okay, it's okay..."

The proprietress didn't know whether she was frightened or she was in a hurry, she couldn't help coughing, and it landed in the swordsman's ear, causing him to turn around.

He stared at the proprietress and said, "Let me see."

The proprietress was at a loss.

The swordsman said, "I am a doctor."

"Are you a doctor?" Rong Ze said suddenly.

The swordsman looked back at him and nodded slightly.

Rong Ze looked up upstairs, and his father had already returned to his room.He clenched the hand holding the sword slightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm sick too, help me take a look."

The swordsman had doubts on his face, and spit out a word: "Wait."

Rong Ze said, "I'm in a hurry."

The swordsman said: "Wait."

Rong Ze let out a sigh of relief, turned around and walked upstairs.

Half an hour later, the swordsman went upstairs to look for him.But in the blink of an eye, he rushed out, followed the mountain road to the opposite mountain, and disappeared in an instant.

He was very good at lightness kung fu, and he was guided by someone, so he found the Wind and Rain Pavilion that Rong Ze had mentioned in a short while.

From a distance, he saw a dim light hanging in the pavilion.There was a figure sitting kneeling under the lamp.

When he got closer, he heard the man crying and thinking endlessly.

The swordsman leaped on the path, before the man arrived, the scabbard arrived first, and a powerful blow sent the crying man flying away.

Hearing a loud "ah" from the man, he rolled down the hillside with his scabbard in his arms.

——This familiar way of greeting...

As Xue Man rolled down, tears poured out when he saw his relatives.

"Master!"

##### The front row accepts Father Rong and Master Huahua. ╮(￣▽￣")╭