Travel through the heavens

Chapter 245 The Crown Prince is Different from the Crown Prince

Fang Muye and his party walked slowly on the flat official road.

The snow-white horse under Xu Fengnian's crotch is indeed the king of horses among thousands of horses in the Western Regions. Even when other excellent war horses in Beiliang did not dare to get too close to the big cat, he still dared to run side by side with the big cat.

He turned his head and looked at Fang Muye who was looking leisurely, with an expression as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Fang Muye glanced at him and said helplessly, "Just ask whatever you want to ask. Is it necessary for you to keep looking at me like this?"

Xu Fengnian chuckled at first, then asked, "Wen Hua, does the method you mentioned really work?"

Fang Muye nodded: "The outcome will be clear in the evening, why would I lie to you?"

"Well, I'm just afraid that you are lying to me, so I want to beat me up on purpose." Xu Fengnian smiled shyly.

Fang Muye explained seriously, "Actually, I'm not beating you. Instead, I'm slapping you to stimulate your acupoints, draw out the dormant Qi inside, shape your meridians, and strengthen your muscles to help you achieve a Vajra-level physique."

Xu Fengnian said "oh" and began to feel anticipation, with a hint of heat in his eyes.

Old Huang died after challenging Wang Xianzhi. If he really became a master of the Celestial Realm, he would have the confidence to fight for him again. Also, the murderer of his mother's death was unknown. If he wanted to avenge her in the future, powerful martial arts would be essential.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves behind him. He turned his head and saw a group of cavalry galloping towards him from the direction of Fancheng.

"Stop!" Xu Fengnian shouted, then pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, rode past dozens of Beiliang light cavalry, and faced the pursuing cavalry.

Fang Muye patted the big cat gently, and the big cat immediately turned around and followed.

After a while, the cavalry arrived. Judging from their armor, they were clearly Qingzhou cavalry, and the leader was a fair-skinned young man wearing a general's armor. He was handsome, but there was a rebellious air between his eyebrows. He was Zhao Xun, the prince of Jing'an.

"Nice to meet you again. Is the wound on your face healed?" Xu Fengnian touched his face and asked Zhao Xun with a smile.

Zhao Xun didn't answer with a cold face, but shouted loudly: "Hand over the person, and I will let you go."

Xu Fengnian pretended to be confused and asked, "Which one?"

Zhao Xun's face was gloomy, and he asked, "You kidnapped my Princess Jing'an, do you think there is no one in Qingzhou?"

Xu Fengnian curled his lips, nonchalantly counted the Qingzhou cavalry behind Zhao Xun with his fingers, and teased: "You dare to come out to stop people with just these few people, your father doesn't know, right?"

Zhao Xun looked at Fang Muye riding on the ferocious big cat, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes: "This is a dispute between Qingzhou and Beiliang, and has nothing to do with the people of Jianghu."

Fang Muye ignored him and sat upright on the big cat, motionless.

Xu Fengnian laughed: "Are you scared?"

Ning Emei rode forward, shook the halberd in her hand, and said loudly: "The Phoenix Camp requests a fight. We are willing to capture this man and hand him over to the prince for punishment."

Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said to Zhao Xun: "How about this, I'll ask her for you. If she's willing to go with you, I'll let her go."

After saying that, he turned around and shouted to the carriage not far behind: "You heard everything, do you want to go back to Qifan with the prince?"

Zhao Xun stretched his neck and looked at the carriage expectantly, but after a long time, he did not hear the voice or answer he wanted to hear.

Xu Fengnian raised his eyebrows: "See, you're not happy."

Zhao Xun frowned: "How is that possible? You must have coerced her."

Xu Fengnian taught him a lesson: "Don't call her that. In terms of seniority, she is your mother."

Zhao Xun suddenly became furious upon hearing this, and drew out his sword abruptly, shouting, "Prepare to charge!"

The Feng Camp and Qingzhou Cavalry all raised their weapons immediately. For a moment, the situation was tense and murderous.

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard the rhythmic sound of horse hooves, followed by a loud voice like a pig being slaughtered: "Prince, Lu Qiu'er is guilty, he must be cut into pieces, you are suffering."

When everyone heard the sound and looked, they saw a group of elite cavalry rushing towards them in the dust, with a huge force and momentum.

When they got closer, this group of cavalrymen reined in their horses and stopped suddenly in an instant. Their movements were exactly the same and their skill was far beyond the scope of ordinary soldiers who had experienced many battles.

"Prince, Prince, Lu Qiuer is late. Prince, Prince, please check on Lu Qiuer. Prince, is he injured? Is his skin broken?"

Chu Lushan, the leader, who was as fat as a ball, got off his horse, howled with all his strength, and crawled to Xu Fengnian's horse. He didn't mind the mud on his expensive brocade clothes, and knelt down with a plop, leaving two pits under his knees. His eyes were filled with tears, and he didn't care about his tears and snot, but was heartbroken, as if all his ancestors had died.

Such weird behavior is really funny.

Xu Fengnian was used to it. He jumped off his horse, reached out to help Chu Lushan up, and said calmly, "Fatty Chu, stop yelling. Show some demeanor of a third-rank general. Get up quickly."

Chu Lushan stood up staggeringly, sobbing, "Prince, Lu Qiuer was so confused this time that I am too embarrassed to go back to Beiliang to see the general. Fortunately, it is a blessing that you are fine, otherwise Lu Qiuer would be blamed for his death."

Xu Fengnian said unhappily: "Alright, alright, that's enough."

Chu Lushan finally calmed down, looked at Fang Muye sitting on the big cat, and asked Xu Fengnian, "Prince, who is this?"

"His name is Wen Hua, and he's my good brother." Xu Fengnian laughed softly.

Chu Lushan clasped his fists towards Fang Muye and said generously, "Hello, Brother Wen. The prince's good brother is Lu Qiuer's good brother. If you need Lu Qiuer in the future, just let me know."

Fang Muye clasped his fists and responded: "Thank you, General Chu."

Chu Lushan nodded, then turned to look at Zhao Xun and asked, "Sir, who is this?"

"Oh, Prince Jing'an, come to charge the formation." Xu Fengnian's expression was full of amusement.

"That would be great." Chu Lushan took the weapons from his subordinates, looked at Zhao Xun with narrowed eyes and smiled like Maitreya.

Zhao Xun asked coldly, "Chu Lushan, as a third-rank military commander, how dare you lead troops out of Beiliang without permission?"

Chu Lushan did not answer, but moved closer to Xu Fengnian and said grimly: "Stop talking so much nonsense, just kill him."

Xu Fengnian joked, "He is a prince after all, it would be wrong to kill him."

"That's easy." Chu Lushan narrowed his eyes and said, "Kill them all, and then burn them all to ashes."

"I heard everything. You still have time to leave now. If a fight starts, I won't be able to stop him." Xu Fengnian said to Zhao Xun seriously.

Zhao Xun was shocked. Chu Lushan was notorious and had many bad deeds. No matter whether it was a man or a woman, if they fell into his hands, they would be worse off than dead. At this time, his personal attendant advised: "Sir, Chu Lushan is famous for his brutality. If we really use cavalry to charge, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win."

Zhao Xun took the opportunity to retract his sword, pointed at Xu Fengnian and said viciously: "Today's shame will be avenged tomorrow!"

Two rays of cold light suddenly burst out from Chu Lushan's narrowed eyes and shot towards Zhao Xun. At the same time, he instantly drew out his sword and threw it, piercing the shoulder of the attendant: "You dare to point at my son again!"

Zhao Xun clenched his fingers into a fist and ordered in a hateful voice, "Go back to Fan."

Chu Lushan, however, stopped him: "Wait a moment."

"Don't push your luck!" Zhao Xun was very angry.

Chu Lushan smiled and said, "Give me back the knife."

Zhao Xun took the knife from his close follower who had pulled it out with great pain, threw it to Chu Lushan, gritted his teeth and shouted "go", then rode away on his horse, his back looking panic-stricken, like a dog that has lost its way.