Xiao Nanhui gasped on the ground like a dead fish for a while, then slowly climbed up, supporting himself with the gun.
"I've been traveling together for many days now, but I've never seen Master Yao's weapon before. Now that I see it, it's truly extraordinary."
Xiao Nanhui looked at the culprit's feigned amazement and was furious. "That was all thanks to Brother Zhongli. If it weren't for Brother Zhongli recruiting these black-clad brothers, I wouldn't have resorted to such a risky move to save my life."
When Ding Weixiang heard this, his loyal and devoted face was exposed again: "Brother Yao is so capable, why did he need the master to rescue him when he was in the mire that day?"
Shrike acted as if he had just heard a huge joke, not disguising his sarcasm on his face: "Is your master trying to save people? It's all for that broken rock!"
Ding Weixiang was really angry this time, and his usually pale face was stained with a little red: "What nonsense are you talking about?! The master clearly knew it a long time ago..."
"Wei Xiang!"
Ding Weixiang stopped talking abruptly. The person who called his name did not look angry, but he only needed to look at the person's eyes to know that he was trying to warn him.
Xiao Nanhui looked at the scene in front of him in bewilderment as it suddenly turned cold. He clenched his five fingers and moved them slightly. The majestic silver spear in his palm, which was more than a person's height, shrank back to less than three feet in length. When it was retracted to his back, it was only the length of a dagger. I really don't know what kind of ingenious design was involved. It was truly amazing.
"There are less than two hours left until dawn. If we just stay here, things might get out of hand. But we don't have a carriage to transport our luggage..."
"There is still a carriage." Zhongli actually walked past Xiao Nanhui and came straight to a hidden bush.
Xiao Nanhui was puzzled at first, but when he looked closely, he found that there was a pre-prepared carriage hidden behind the bushes.
Ding Weixiang had already led his horse over to relocate the luggage. As he passed Xiao Nanhui, he hummed softly, "This road is dangerous and difficult to travel. If we hadn't even been prepared for this, we wouldn't have chosen this path in the first place."
Xiao Nanhui felt suffocated and short of breath, feeling choked by the master and servant. He simply ignored them and got into the car first.
When Zhongli entered the carriage, Xiao Nanhui was wiping the tip of the gun, which had just been cut into the cliff wall and was covered with mud. She cherished this gun that had accompanied her through life and death, and it had just saved her life.
Zhongli actually lowered his eyes, lifted up his skirt and sat opposite Xiao Nanhui.
"I was deeply moved when Brother Yao saved me just now."
Xiao Nanhui paused in his movements.
His tone sounded very sincere, but for some reason, every time Xiao Nanhui saw those dark eyes, he always felt an instinctive shrinkage. He wanted to respond with "Don't worry", but swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.
Zhongli didn't seem to mind, his eyes slid to the silver spear.
"This spear is called Pingxian, am I right?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Xiao Nanhui suddenly looked up at the man.
There are many famous guns in the world, but only one is possibly the most retractable, and that is the Pingxian. Everyone who has seen the Pingxian will never forget its uniqueness, but few truly know its name. Xiao Zhun once warned her not to reveal the name of this gun to anyone, as this was the only instruction from its creator.
She never thought that this person who had nothing to do with martial arts could actually call out this name.
"How would I know? Are you thinking about that?" The other party's voice was very calm, as if he was stating a very common fact. "Some things aren't known only to Qing Huaihou. Besides, he originally begged for this gun from someone else."
Zhongli Jing's hand suddenly stretched out, and Xiao Nanhui was startled. After reacting, he realized that he had just placed his hand on the flat string.
The place where he placed his hand was a little uneven, with some patterns carved on it to conceal the position of the mechanism. His white fingertips, which had obviously never touched anything rough, gently slid across the flat-stringed gun barrel, as if he was not holding a tube of fine steel, but the warm skin and bones of a beautiful woman.
"Xiao Nanhui, do you know the story behind this gun?"
Xiao Nanhui shuddered almost subconsciously.
Whenever this person called her name, she felt uneasy. What on earth was she afraid of? The other person probably couldn't even hit her with a toe.
Thinking of this, Xiao Nanhui's expression became tough again.
"People like to compare husband and wife to a zither, and the bond between them is like the strings of a zither. This spear is designed for women to wield, and the name Pingxian is a metaphor, signaling to the world that women can fight in battle, on an equal footing with men."
Zhongli Jing's expression was strange for a moment, and his beautiful lips stretched into an arc. Then he withdrew his hand, and his face returned to its original dull look.
"It seems you only know one side of the story. The person who gave you this gun didn't tell you much."
After saying that, he closed his eyes.
Outside the car, Shrike and Ding Weixiang were still arguing about which road to take, but Xiao Nanhui seemed to be having trouble listening.
Until now, she still believed that General Xiao had given her the Pingxian in the hope that she would learn martial arts to be as good as men. Beyond that, she didn't think about anything else.
She looked down at the silver spear in her hand that had accompanied her through life and death, and held it tightly in her hand, as if only in this way could the inexplicable uneasiness in her heart be calmed.
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