The group of cavalrymen from the Kingdom of Jin were all tall and strong, and they had a strong aura on their bodies. Although there were only a few dozen cavalry, they stood together as if they had the aura of thousands of horses, and everyone around them couldn't avoid it.
The woman in the yellow shirt sighed, and murmured to herself: "No wonder the imperial court and the Kingdom of Jin have been defeated repeatedly. The people of Jin built their country with force, so it really shouldn't be underestimated."
Song Qingshu smiled slightly. Looking at the attire of these knights, they are the loyal army he has selected elites to form in recent years, and their quality is naturally much higher than that of ordinary knights.
Xue Pan was relatively heartless, so he quietly pushed Xue Baochai: "Sister, that little white face looks more pale and tender than yours."
Xue Baochai was speechless: "She is a woman disguised as a man." She was born in the Imperial City Department, how could she not see through this point.
"Women disguised as men?" Xue Pan's eyes lit up instantly, "Men's clothes are so handsome, but women's clothes are still good? But why do you think they look familiar?"
Xue Baochai spat: "You, don't you feel familiar when you see beautiful people?"
Song Qingshu secretly laughed when he heard this, thinking that this time Xue Baochai had wrongly blamed her brother. Of course Xue Pan looked familiar with the other party, because he had seen her once in the building outside Lin'an, and Xue Pan was moved by her beauty at the beginning Xin, did not know what to do and ran to the hero to save the beauty, but was kicked away by Xuan Ming and his elders.
This handsome young man has a perfect face. She inherited her mother's beauty, even from blue to green. In the past two years, she has become more and more beautiful. Even after disguised as a man, it is still enough to make people fascinated.
"I don't want a Xixia princess anymore, this woman is soft and soft, she must be very comfortable to hold." Xue Pan almost drooled.
Xue Baochai hastily tugged at his sleeve: "Keep your voice down, the Kingdom of Jin is a country of tigers and wolves, so it's not easy to mess with." She was responsible for the safety of this group of people during this trip, and she didn't want to cause trouble.
It's a pity that he was afraid of something, the little prince of the Kingdom of Jin seemed to hear Xue Pan's voice, and his face suddenly turned cold: "Slap me!"
At first, the two knights threw out their whips and lashed at Xue Pan's face. The movements of the two were extremely skilled and their wrist strength was astonishing. Hearing the shrill sound of the whips piercing through the air, if they were hit hard, there might not be a few teeth left. up.
When Xue Pan saw that the other party had a disagreement, he shot. He was so frightened that he couldn't react at all. Fortunately, Xue Baochai was beside him and stopped the two whips with a sword.
"Your Excellency's attack is too cruel, isn't it?" Xue Baochai didn't look at the two knights, but stared directly at Wanyan Chongjie.
Wanyan Zhongjie said coldly: "Since he can't control his own mouth, then don't blame others to control it for him."
"Too unreasonable."
"It really is a country of barbarians!"
"It looks pretty, but it's a pity that the heart is as poisonous as a snake."
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After the Jingkang Incident, the Jin and Song Dynasties had a mortal enmity, and they had been at war all these years, so the anti-gold sentiment in the country was on the rise. This group of sons and sisters are used to it in the country. How can they bear such a thing? , so they scolded them one by one.
Xue Baochai frowned, she couldn't stop the matter now.
The woman in the yellow shirt had a frosty expression on her face. Huanyiyuan had imprisoned many of her sisters and relatives back then, so she naturally hated the Jinren.
"Noisy!" Wanyan Zhongjie showed an impatient face, and the knights under him raised their bows and arrows one by one, aiming at the Southern Song Dynasty group.
The people from the Huangcheng Division immediately took out their god-arm bows and confronted them. Although the Jin people were good at riding and shooting, they were not as good as the Southern Song Dynasty when it came to bows and arrows.
Wanyan Zhongjie frowned slightly, regretting it secretly, it was too much, and at such a short distance, they would not gain any benefit if they shot at each other, and they would lose the mobility and impact of the cavalry.
When the two sides were at a stalemate, suddenly a passionate and chilling zither sounded.
Everyone was startled, who is playing here
Xue Baochai is proficient in rhythm, and knows that Qin Zheng's tone is sour and exciting, but this sound is more mournful than ordinary guzheng, and every sound of this zither seems to be consistent with her heartbeat. When the iron zither sounded, her heart beat. The faster the zither sounded, the faster her own heartbeat gradually increased. She felt her chest thumping, which was extremely uncomfortable.
After listening to it for a while, a heart seemed to jump out of the tune, and Dou Ran was startled: "If his zither sounds more anxiously, wouldn't I want to cause his heart to beat and die?"
Looking at the others, I found that the faces of the masters of the Imperial City Division were all painful, and they could no longer hold the magic arm bow in their hands. As for the young masters, they were even more unbearable, their faces turned red, as if they were about to ooze blood. The only thing they could do was to cover their ears, but the sound still penetrated into their minds.
Song Qingshu's heart moved, and he looked at an old man in white in the Jin Kingdom's team. Ouyang Feng was the one who had this skill in playing the iron zither. It seemed that he really loved Wanyan Chongjie as his granddaughter, otherwise how could he He will accompany her to fool around all the way.
Suddenly there was a scolding sound, everyone felt relieved, and a figure had already attacked Ouyang Feng.
"Eh?" Ouyang Feng didn't dare to be careless when he saw the other party's strange and swift figure.
The zither sound stopped, and the people in the Southern Song Dynasty breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had been fished out of the hot water, sweating profusely.
"I didn't expect this Yang's martial arts to be so good." Xue Pan panted heavily, looked at the two figures in the distance, and sighed to his sister.
Xue Baochai's condition was much better, and upon hearing this, she replied: "Her martial arts are naturally excellent, so you didn't listen to me when I told you not to provoke her."
"Don't dare, don't dare." Xue Pan shook his head hastily.
"The old man in white should be Xidu Ouyang Feng. I don't know if there is something wrong with her." Although Xue Baochai's martial arts are not top-notch, but he was born in the Imperial City Division, and at the same time he is thoughtful and has first-class eyesight. Knowing the identity of the enemy, he couldn't help worrying.
"Don't worry, there's no problem." Song Qingshu comforted her. Although Huang Shinu's previous performance on Wudang Mountain was a little weak, it was because she was facing a life-and-death struggle with great masters, so it was naturally difficult for her to intervene.
But with her martial arts, the Lion Slaying Conference easily intervened in the battle between Zhang Wuji and Shaolin Sandu, and Zhou Zhiruo, who quickly won the battle, even separated Zhang Sanfeng from the sweeping monk—of course, the two had the intention of giving up .
Therefore, the woman in yellow shirt may not have as much combat experience as Ouyang Feng, but her strength has almost reached the point of five absolutes, so self-protection is naturally no problem.
After more than ten moves, Ouyang Feng suddenly jumped out of the battle circle, waved his hands and said: "No more fights, no more fights."
"Why?" The yellow-shirted woman knew that the other party would definitely not be able to beat her. Thinking of his reputation as a Western drug, she couldn't figure out why he would hold back.
"You are Boy Song's woman. I don't want him to settle accounts with me in the future." Ouyang Feng curled his lips. With his eyesight, he could tell that the women in yellow shirts were disguised as men. They had met each other during the Wudang Mountain battle. After fighting a few strokes, he recognized it.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" the woman in yellow shirt blushed.
"Brother Song's woman?" Wanyan Zhongjie looked her up and down after hearing the words, "It's a bit seductive, no wonder."
When a little sister said that, the girl in yellow almost fainted out of breath.
"However, capital crimes can be avoided and life crimes cannot escape." Wanyan Zhongjie suddenly changed the subject, pointing to Song Qingshu who was beside him, "Give us the person surnamed Jia, and I may consider letting you live."