The night wind was getting colder. Other than the falling yellow autumn leaves and the rustling of the treetops, there was nothing left.
The entire Yintai Mountain was like a giant beast in hibernation. Under the moonlight, it looked even more mysterious and desolate.
Lin Chuan stood at the top of the mountain and watched as the fire in the village extinguished one by one. The banquet had ended and after everyone's revelry, the place was in a mess.
Chang Le was sent back to his room to rest early, while Zhangsun Chong and Zhangsun Wuji had already returned to Chang 'an.
He had thought about what happened today a long time ago.
However, when he arrived and met an old friend, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
If life is only like the first time, why is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
There weren't so many ifs in life.
Lin Chuan shook his head slightly, and his star-like eyes became deep.
Beside him was a huge boulder that looked like a seal. Under the faint moonlight, one could see that there were densely packed names engraved on it.
This was the name list of the western expedition army three years ago.
They had no bones, and their names would not even be recorded in the history books.
This was the tombstone that Lin Chuan had erected for them.
"Hualala-"
It was the sound of the wind blowing his robes.
Someone stepped on the withered leaves and the wind.
Lin Chuan looked up and saw a saberman in a dark blue warrior robe standing on a distant treetop.
His hoarse voice carried the cold autumn wind into Lin Chuan's ears.
"Lin Shuai is really unwilling to return?"
"His Majesty has been looking forward to it and sent me to beg you. He is sincerely remorseful.”
"Let's just let the old matter from three years ago go.”
Lin Chuan's beautiful face looked hazy under the moonlight.
He picked up a tree branch from the side and gently swept the dust on the platform as he spoke indifferently.
"Some things will not fade with time.”
"It's not like you can make up for it by saying that you're wrong.”
"If there are so many reincarnations and regrets in the world, how can there be any regrets in the human world?”
"My 90,000 brothers are buried in another country. Do you think Li Shiming will have a chance to choose again just because he said something wrong?”
"I know what you want to say. Whether the Great Tang is facing internal and external troubles, or whether Li Shiming is truly repentant, it has nothing to do with me.”
The macheteman pondered for a while and sighed.
Half of his face revealed from the shadow of the tree gradually became firm."What if this one insists on Lin Shuai returning?”
Lin Chuan smiled.
The dark clouds in the sky just happened to dissipate at this moment. The silver moonlight just happened to shine on the hillside, and the wind rose and fell like a beautiful painting.
"You want to fight me?"
He held the branch in his right hand and leaned forward slightly to his chest.
With his left hand behind his back, his clothes fluttered in the wind. It was clearly a tree branch, but in his hand, it was like an immortal sword.
Li Junxian lightly stomped down from the treetops.
The weapon in front of his chest was pushed out half an inch from the scabbard, revealing a bone-chilling cold light.
"Thanks to Lin Shuai's guidance, Junxian has made some progress in his saber techniques over the past seven years.”
"I came here today to ask for advice."
"If Junxian is lucky enough to win today, how about Lin Shuai follow me back to Chang 'an?”
Li Junxian's tone was incomparably firm. Seven years ago, he had been bestowed this frigid steel saber by Lin Shuai and had received his guidance.
His martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds, and there were not many people in the Great Tang who could defeat him in a one-on-one or infantry battle.
In the past three years, he had improved even further!
Li Junxian was extremely confident in his martial arts.
Since Lin Shuai couldn't move him, he could only use this method to bring him back.
He believed that as long as Lin Shuai arrived in Chang 'an, there would be a solution.
Thus, Li Junxian unsheathed his saber.
The Cold Iron Thousand Stain was a divine weapon!
It could cut through iron like mud, and it could break anything!
With a whoosh, even the air trembled slightly.
"Are you the number one sabersman in the world now?”
Under the moonlight, Lin Chuan suddenly asked with a smile.
"Not yet." Li Junxian shook his head.”
He paused.
Then, he looked at Lin Chuan with determination in his eyes."Just wait until I defeat Lin Shuai!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the saber light arrived in an instant!
The cold light turned into thousands of afterimages in the night and instantly enveloped Lin Chuan.
Li Junxian didn't dare hold back against Lin Chuan!
After all, the Great Tang's Heavenly General had been the number one expert of the Great Tang seven years ago.
Li Junxian's blade was as fast as a storm. Just as it was about to land on Lin Chuan, he moved!
He turned his body slightly and stabbed the tree branch in his hand at an extremely strange and tricky angle.
This action even seemed a little clumsy.
However, it was extremely effective!
With a clang, the tip of the tree branch touched the side of the Thousand Stained Cold Iron Saber.
It was as if he had pierced through something.
Li Junxian felt a massive force rebound from the hilt of his saber, and he staggered, passing by Lin Chuan.
Under his horrified gaze, Lin Chuan swung the branch in his hand and slapped his wrist!
"Buzz!"
The Cold Iron Thousand Stained Saber immediately flew out of his hand and spun a few times in the night sky. With a swoosh, it sank into the ground behind him.
"His blood essence is very thick, his moves are very exquisite, his speed is very fast, and his strength is very sufficient.”
"His movement technique and footwork are perfect."
"It's just that you're too rigid with the saber technique I taught you.”
"You practiced every move and stance according to what I taught you. How can you surpass me?”
Lin Chuan shook his head slightly.
He was the one who had deduced this saber technique, so he knew all its strengths and weaknesses.
No matter how much Li Junxian trained, he would be unable to withstand a single blow.
But this didn't mean that Li Junxian wasn't strong.
It was just that Lin Chuan's unlimited martial arts talent was too terrifying.
"I lost."
Li Junxian lowered his head, utterly convinced.
Lin Shuai had only used one move while he had trained for three years.
This was the difference.
"Whoosh!"
Lin Chuan walked to the distance, pulled out his Thousand Stained Cold Iron Saber, and tossed it to Li Junxian.
"If you can derive your own moves from this set of saber techniques, you might be able to last 30 rounds against me next time.”
"Now…"
"It's not bad to be the world's second best macheteman?”
Li Junxian shook his head and bitterly smiled.
"Lin Shuai, not everyone has your talent. I used a total of seven years to comprehend the saber art you taught me.”
Lin Chuan smiled and didn't comment.
"Do you still want to take me back to Chang 'an?”
"Lin Shuai has his own plans. Since I've lost, I won't mention this matter again." Li Junxian shook his head.”
"It's just that His Majesty won't give up so easily.”
"I'm not afraid of Li Shi Min, but I'm annoyed by you old friends.”
Lin Chuan untied the wine jug from his waist, took a sip, and handed it to Li Junxian.
He didn't buy Li Shiming's words, but he couldn't bear to hurt his old friends.
Li Junxian took a sip of liquor and beamed."Then Lin Shuai will have a headache."
"His Majesty was just about to send Lord Wei to persuade you.”
Lin Chuan was stunned, and Wei Zheng's appearance could not help but appear in his mind.
Then he smiled,"Hasn't this stubborn old man been executed by Li Shi Min?"”
Li Junxian smiled as he told Lin Chuan about Wei Zheng's imprisonment in the Supreme Court.
Lin Chuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
When did this Wei Zheng learn how to act shamelessly?
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