C17

The army left the capital and headed north. Passing Rongdu City meant Mohe County. It was roughly a thousand three hundred kilometers, and it would take at least twenty days to make an emergency march.

Since there were many old, weak, and handicapped people in the army, Jun Ximo couldn't make them rush forward. As soon as the group left the capital, less than a hundred li away, he ordered them to rest where they were.

Vice General Lee Yan was confused and looked at him blankly. If they didn't go to support them, what were they waiting for?

"Lee Yan, count down the handicapped veterans that are over 50 and are no longer able to fight."

"... "Yes!"

"Yun Zhan, distribute a portion of the silver and grain to them." Yun Zhan, distribute a portion of the silver and grain to them.

"Fourth Prince, what are you doing?"

"Bringing them to the battlefield is just sending them to their deaths. It's better to let them retire than to let them die in vain. "In a moment, you can choose from the most capable ones and leave them behind. I am of use."

"Yes sir!"

"I still have something to attend to. I have to leave for a moment. There's no need to follow me."

After finishing his sentence, he whipped his horse and galloped towards another path. This was the path that led to the Cloud Pass. At the entrance of the Cloud Pass was a small inn, and that was where he had contacted a stronghold.

When he was marching last night, he smelled an unusual bird cry. It was the Vulture, a peerless expert often trained these kinds of eagles to transmit information to him. He knew that someone was looking for him.

Lian Yun Pass was a road that had to be passed between the Rongdu City and the capital. This place was a place of change, so there were a few merchants who sold goods here. Yue Lai Inn was the only inn that existed here. It was a god-like existence, and because the innkeeper provided communication for the people in the martial arts world, no one would dare to touch him.

This place was currently within the mountain, and it was extremely quiet and serene. Although it was late autumn, one could still see a trace of green here.

Before Jun Ximo reached the inn, he saw Baili Nange, who was standing under a pine tree at the edge of the cliff and seemed to be deep in thought. His wide white robe fluttered in the autumn wind, further revealing his extraordinary temperament.

He was not shocked because he had already expected that Yun Che would come look for him after the hall entrance of Ice Polar Palace had been massacred. He jumped off the horse and walked towards it with large strides.

Baili Nange heard the rustling footsteps behind him clearly, but he didn't turn around. When the aura approached, he suddenly leaped up and waved his sleeve towards Wu Tie who was slowly walking over. Two strong streams of inner strength were like a hurricane as they blew up a fallen leaf that flew over like sharp arrows.

Wu Tie's foot pointed as he rose into the air. He tore off his cloak, and with a wave, he completely wrapped it around the fallen leaf. Then, without waiting for Baili Nange to attack again, he dove down. However, the moment the wind from the palm landed on Baili Nange's body, he slapped towards Cang Song, who was beside him.

"Boom!" Cang Song had been cut in half from the middle, and it looked as if he had been cut by a knife.

"Cough cough, cough cough …"

Baili Nange glanced at him and started coughing uncontrollably. Jun Ximo landed on the ground and stared at his pale and colorless face with suspicion.

"What business do you have with This King?" "Time is of the essence, let's cut this short." He walked forward and stood at the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, coldly staring at the rolling green mountains in the distance.

They had not expected to meet again after ten years on this cliff. However, while Teng Qingshan was still alive, things had already changed!

"Was the assassination attempt on the Ice Polar Palace Hall secretly prompted by you? Can you tell me why? "

"Yes, This King expected you to win, but who knew …" Jun Ximo did not deny it. Because Baili Nange was not sure, he would not ask with such a assured tone.

"You've killed a lot of my people."

"Haven't you killed enough people? This King is here. Can you kill me? " Looking at his exhausted appearance, he sighed softly. "Your body is getting weaker and weaker. This King really doesn't want to see you die. The feeling of being alone and seeking defeat is very lonely! "

He said proudly, but by no means arrogant. If there was an opponent in this world, it would be Baili Nange. Ten years ago they had shared the limelight, but ten years later it was clear that he was. Sigh!

Baili Nange glanced at Jun Ximo and asked after a pause, "Are the three treasures that Luo stole in your hands?"

"Yes, but so what? This is something that I used a thousand years of ginseng for, and did not take advantage of. "

"... A thousand years old ginseng? "

Baili Nange was stunned and suddenly understood. His heart sank as guilt welled up within him. Could it be that Ling Luo had only taken the three treasures for the sake of exchanging them for a thousand years' worth of ginseng?

Luo exchanged a thousand years old ginseng from your hands? How did you identify her? "

He was sure that Jun Ximo still didn't know that Ling Luo was a woman. Ever since she was young, she had always been dressed as a man and had changed her appearance.

"Ke ke, do you think that an ordinary person would be able to snatch those three items in such a short period of time?"

"What do you want them for?"

"You don't need to worry about that. On the other hand, why would your Young Lord use such a precious thing in exchange for a ginseng? Is it for you to eat? "

"..."

Baili Nange was speechless. He believed that Ling Luo had heard from Long Xiao that it would take a thousand years for her ginseng and Holy Blood Herb to cure his poison.

"Oh right, is Ling Luo really Young Lord? and not Miss? "

Jun Ximo paused before asking again, because he saw the bite marks on the back of Ling Luo's hand when he made the deal with her, it looked like the injured hand of the woman he met in the palace, but he wasn't sure.

Baili Nange was slightly surprised, he glanced at him and said, "Do you think I can accept a woman as my direct disciple?"

"Then This King is probably overthinking it." He glanced at him and said, "Do your best, those people should be in the hands of Ninth Prince. As for the ones that died, I chose some capable veterans from the army to give to you, hoping to fill your vacancy. I also hope that you can treat them well."

Finishing his words, Jun Ximo looked at him deeply, then turned around and rode away.

Baili Nange frowned, but he felt even more guilty. He turned out to be … I was wrong about her. Would she forgive?