C22 The Old General of the Night's loner met Gui Hou

Late at night, the sky was filled with stars. Within the mountain forest, a few horses were either lying down or standing up. Several brave warriors lit a fire and were sitting around to roast two wild rabbits. An old man, in his late twenties, with a head of white silk tied with a jade hairpin. He wore a grey, narrow sleeved uniform, and hung a treasured sword at his waist. He stood there quietly, his hand gripping his longsword tightly. His face was filled with worry, and from time to time, he would even sigh.

"Old General, the meat is ready. Eat some."

"Alright, bring me some wine. This old man wants to drink a few cups to my heart's content." The old man walked towards the bonfire and sat down with the other warriors.

Suddenly, a person walked out from the dark forest. This person was the one-armed, black-clothed person. He lightly smiled and said, "This old man is so elegant. I wonder if I could drink a few cups with you?"

When the old man looked at the junior, he immediately recognized the evil spirit sword hanging around his waist. He knew that he would be living with Swallow King, so he did not say anything and just pointed. After comprehending it, he came to the bonfire and sat on the ground.

The old man picked up a jar of wine and threw it to the young man. The young man took the jar and placed it on his lap. The boy held the jar with one hand and took a sip, "Good wine! "Good wine!"

The rest of the group ignored him as they continued to eat and drink their wine.

After three rounds of drinking, the youth then asked, "May I ask where this old man is going?"

The old man glanced at him, then carefully sized him up, and said: "Forgive me for not being able to tell you! I wonder what this little hero is going to do? "

"Old man, even if you forgive me, you can't tell me!"

"Come, drink!" The old man said.

"Okay, drink!" The black-clothed youth raised the wine jar with one hand.

The few muscular men had long been drunk on the ground, leaving the old and young sitting facing each other, drinking to their heart's content. He stood up and said, "General, this one is willing to support the general with his sword dance!"

"Oh!" Do you know who this old man is? "

"How could I not know the name of the old general?"

"Alright!"

The young one put down the jar of wine in his hand, raised his sword, and with a swing, the evil spirit sword was unsheathed and soared into the sky. He leapt high into the air, his left hand grabbing onto the sword hilt.

"Monarch system of six combined, fierce Qing Jiuzhen. A war horse was like a dragon or tiger, what was the point of a mausoleum? A general in the Northern Wilderness. The sword danced like lightning and lingered in the wind. Ascending the mountain, the white snow is at Cui Wei. Entering the array to break the proud abductors, the prestige of the thunderous. One shot for a hundred horses, then another shot for ten thousand men. The Huns did not dare to fight, so they called each other back and forth. "If you succeed in giving it to the Son of Heaven, you can draw the same stage."

"Good!" "Good swordsmanship." The old man could not help but stand up, while the black-clothed youth kept his sword on his back and walked towards the old man.

"General Geng lived a carefree life, following the grand elder in his war against the world, but he never thought that he would end up like this after just one defeat!"

"Young Hero, why do you say that? How can there be any grievances in defeating an army? Furthermore, I am already nearing the end of my years. Young Hero, would you mind drinking a few more cups? "

"Alright!"

The little boy once again arrived in front of the old man and began to drink.

"Young warrior, I believe that you are not here to drink with this old man for a month? What is it, Young Hero? "

"Take the general's head!" The black-clothed youth coldly said as he stared at the old man.

"Ha ha!" The old man laughed heartily, "It must be that Swallow King wants my old life."

The black-clothed youth did not say anything, only staring at the old man. Then, he took a sip of wine.

The old man stood up and put his hands behind his back. He looked at the sky and said, "In your drunken state, you pick up a lamp and look at your sword. Eight hundred miles under his command, the sound of fifty strings being drawn over the wall, and the autumn soldiers on the battlefield. The horse galloped like a thunderbolt. He won the title of the Emperor while he was still alive. What a waste! Grand Ancestor, this old subject is incompetent. After I die, I will no longer have the face to meet His Majesty. But Young Hero, do you think you can take this old man's life after drinking my wine? "

"No one dares to disobey the orders of the King!"

"Haha, what a great King's Mandate. Isn't this old man the King's Mandate as well? Young hero, today, you and I can be considered to have shared some wine together. Can you agree to one of my requests? "

"Speak!"

"Could you spare the lives of my subordinates and bring my corpse back to its homeland?"

"Alright!"

"When I was young, I followed the grand elder and defeated Zhang Shicheng. I asked for the Central Plains, Kedong Mountain, and served the grand elder on his journey north and south. Following Marshal Xu's request for Shaanxi, they defeated Li Siqi and Zhang Siqi. The town of Shaanxi, connected the ditches, paid respects to the Marquis of Changxing, galloped the horse out of the city, defeated Nell without spending any money, won Yunnan, settled the barbarians, and went from the Marquis of Yongchang to the fishing of the sea, captured the demons, captured Shu Kou, and kept the eastern part of Liaoning as well. I feel that I am inferior to the Swallow King, but I have been defeated by him, so I can only guard the city and wait for an opportunity to make my move. Who knows that after His Majesty hears my slanderous words, he will send a child to lead the army on my behalf, and sooner or later, the world will fall into his hands. This old man, what face do you have to see the Dragon King under the Nine Springs?

After speaking, Old General Geng drew the sword at his waist. Although it was like a extinguished candle flame, it was still like a shooting star in the night sky. He stood there, but he didn't look like an old man at all.

The black clothed youth took a sip of wine and stood up. The evil spirit sword was also in his hands, he looked at the old general, and was stunned for a while, but then he rushed over with his sword, the old general was not afraid, and welcomed him with his sword.

While the black-clothed youth held the sword with his left arm, his sword moves were strange, like the dance of lightning snakes, like the dragon and the water. The old and young duo began to fight, only to see sword lights dancing in the air, the two of them buried themselves within, how could they be seen clearly, only the sound of the clashing of the treasured sword could be heard, instantly becoming pleasing to the ear.

In the beginning, the old general was too exhausted to defend and had no time to attack. After twenty or so rounds, the old general felt that his strength was lacking, and knew that he was old enough, if he continued for too long, he would be dragged down to his death. Clenching his teeth, he decided not to defend his vital points, and changed his moves to attack the black clothed youth's fatal points.

However, General Geng was an old man after all. He was already sweating profusely after more than fifty rounds, and was panting heavily. He could only barely manage to defend himself. As for the black-clothed youth, his moves were pressing and pressing, his sword becoming faster and faster. Suddenly, with a crisp sound, the old and young both stopped their attacks. General Geng looked towards his sword and discovered that it had already come from the middle. Those few warriors were also awakened by the drunkenness. Seeing the situation, they hurriedly held their swords and stood in front of the general.

"Forget it!" Forget it! You can leave now! "

"General!"

"Step down!"

"Yes sir!" Everyone had no choice but to obey the general and retreat behind him.

"Young hero, remember our agreement, do not harm my subordinate's life. Great Ancestor, this servant has come to see you!" With that, Old General Geng took his own life with a broken sword in his hand. The few warriors shouted and wanted to step forward to avenge the old general. As soon as the black-clothed youth slashed down with his sword, everyone felt a bloodthirsty sword aura rush over. As it entered their souls, they felt a chill run down their spines and no longer dared to move forward.

The youth said, "Don't you dare follow the old general's orders!"

The black-clothed youth turned around and walked away, and those few warriors hugged the old general's corpse as they cried.