It was not until the evening that Feng Ke heard from the anxious Tian Nan that Lian Shenwei was going to compete with Qiu Che.

He had packed most of his baggage, and all he could think about was how he and his father would fatten up Lian Shenwei after bringing him to the Feng family.

When I first heard about the competition, I was stunned for a moment, wondering if I had heard it wrongly.

He reacted immediately and went to Qiu Che's residence with a gloomy face.

There is no one here.

"Your master left too?"

Tiannan: "Mr. Qiu Che has gone to the agreed competition location, the master is still in the mansion."

…

Night falls.

Lian Shenwei changed into a set of neat and powerful clothes and took out the Cangshan Sword sealed in the sword box.

After getting the Fuxue Sword back, he never had the chance to give it to Li Ningfeng, so it is temporarily kept with him, together with the Cangshan Sword.

Bang!

The door was pushed open with great force.

Feng Ke stood outside the door expressionlessly: "Reason."

Lian Shenwei sighed: "I know about the Northern Barbarians. The border needs generals."

If his health was still as good as it was ten years ago, he wouldn't have to beat around the bush and would have asked to go on his own accord. But now his body simply couldn't stand the fatigue of traveling.

"You want Qiu Che to go?" Feng Ke was puzzled. "Some of his ancestors were generals, but it's been so long since then. Qiu Che has little knowledge of military books and is not suitable to lead troops at all."

"I have no intention of letting him lead the troops."

"So what do you want to do?"

Lian Shenwei said calmly, "It will take Ning Feng's leg about a month to recover. It will take more than half a month to rush from the capital to the border at full speed. Even if he recovers slowly on the road, he will be fully recovered in a dozen days at most when he reaches the border."

"A commander who is temporarily disabled will not be trusted by his subordinates, but if he has an invincible sword, he will be feared even if he is disabled."

"Qiu Che will be the sword for him during his ten-day recovery period."

Cultivating internal strength and swordsmanship to the level of Qiu Che is a kind of intimidation in itself. He is not confident about the origins of those who have higher cultivation than Qiu Che, and those whose origins he trusts, such as Ming Cang and Tian Nan, are not as good as Qiu Che in swordsmanship and agility. He is the most suitable candidate.

"He can't possibly agree," Feng Ke said, "Qiu Che's family doesn't have a good impression of the imperial court."

Lian Shenwei would not force Qiu Che to do anything. He just told him the matter objectively, let Qiu Che make his own choice, and made it clear that even if he refused, he still had other ways.

“He didn’t agree, but he didn’t refuse either.”

After Qiu Che heard what he said, he just told him, "There is a customary rule when we fight each other. The loser must promise the winner one thing. If you beat me, of course you can let me do anything."

Feng Ke was silent for a few seconds, "...Actually, as long as you open your mouth, Qiu Che will..."

Lian Shenwei shook his head: "Yes, as long as I ask, he will definitely agree."

"But there is a huge difference between asking him for help based on our past friendship and asking him for help based on the conditions of a duel when I defeated him fair and square. "

Moreover, he already owed Qiu Che because of Qiu Cheng. If he chose the former option again, he would never be able to hold his head up in front of Qiu Che for the rest of his life.

He lowered his voice, "Lian Shenwei can do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, abandoning his self-esteem and integrity, being dirty and despicable. But in Qiu Che's eyes, I am Ximian and Lian Yubai."

"These two names are clean and proud."

So you must give it your all, without any need for charity or sympathy.

Feng Ke looked at him: "Are these more important than life?"

Lian Shenwei replied: "Yes."

Feng Ke exhaled, rushed forward, grabbed his wrist, turned around and pulled him out: "I'll take you away."

Lian Shenwei tried to break away, but he couldn't use his internal energy now, so he was no match for Feng Ke. He said helplessly, "Feng Ke."

Feng Ke pretended not to hear him. "Let's go now. I've packed all my things. Take your sword and your sister's sword. You don't need the things in the Regent's Mansion. What kind of things doesn't the Feng family have? It won't be a pity to throw them here and burn them."

"I have also prepared the carriage. You don't have to worry about the food on the way. I—"

"Feng Ke!"

"Lian Yubai!"

Feng Ke turned his head suddenly, his eyes slightly red, staring at him fiercely, "Do you think I can't do anything to you?!"

"Didn't you promise me that you would go to the Feng family with me for treatment after Ying Jingjue ascended the throne? You are doing this to me now. Do you think I don't have a temper?"

Lian Shenwei was silent for a moment, then slowly opened his hands.

"From a personal point of view, Jingjue is my nephew and I don't want to see him in trouble. From a public point of view, the people on the border are innocent, and the dead soldiers are innocent. The sooner this problem is solved, the fewer people will die."

"I don't have as many thoughts as you think. I, Feng Ke, am a selfish person. The medical ethics I uphold were taught to me by my father. I only want my relatives and friends to be healthy and happy. What does it have to do with me whether other people live or die?!"

Feng Ke raised his habitual sarcasm and took a step back: "You are so great, Lian Shenwei. You are the best in the world. You are the greatest. But you were scolded by others and you turned around to risk your life for a peaceful world. Who remembers that?!"

He turned around coldly and said the last sentence: "You are awesome, I am leaving, you always make yourself half dead! I won't save you anymore!"

His figure carrying the medicine bag quickly disappeared. Feng Ke took the luggage and led the horse, and left the Regent's Palace directly.

Tiannan glanced at his master.

Finished.

Originally, I wanted to let Mr. Feng Ke persuade the master, but now, Mr. Feng Ke got angry and left instead.

"I'll go get Mr. Feng back."

"No."

Lian Shenwei said, "It's good that he's gone. He treated me for so many years and he rarely came home."

At midnight, he picked up the sword case and said, "Let's go to the cliff where we were last time. If you and Ming Cang follow us, be sure to stay away from us."

The cliff was not very high, and below it was a green bamboo forest where few people came. He also chose a very late time so that no one would see them.

When Lian Shenwei arrived here, Qiu Che was polishing his sword.

Qiu Che: "The Infinite Sword has not been unsheathed for ten years. I have been waiting for this day."

"I heard that you have earned a reputation as a sword master," Lian Shenwei said with a smile, holding the hilt of the Cangshan Sword with his left hand, "I wonder if you can hold out for a little longer under my hand."

Qiu Che glanced at his right hand which was not holding the sword.

He knew about the injury on his hand, but since Lian Shenwei didn't tell him, he pretended not to know.

Qiu Che also used his left hand. "Since it's a competition, it must be fair. You can use your left-handed sword, and so can I."

He took a step forward, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, with the tip of the sword pointing downward, and bowed.

"My name is Qiu Che, please advise me."

Lian Shenwei was stunned for a moment, then raised the corner of his lips, and the internal energy surged in his meridians. He slowly drew out the Cangshan Sword, took a step forward, lowered the sword, and saluted.

"I am sleeping, please advise me."

Immediately, they raised their eyes, their gazes as sharp as a knife.

"Xi Mian, I have never defeated you once."

Qiu Che's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and his coldness was ignited by his eagerness. The tip of the Infinite Sword touched the ground, producing a tiny spark of fire.

He suddenly rose to his full height and shouted, "I will definitely beat you this time!"

Ximian held the sword in his hand and smiled, his eyes and eyebrows showing some of his former unruly look.

"You've never said that before!"

This may be the last exciting battle of his life.

The wind from the mountain ridge whistled past, and two figures flew down from the cliff and landed on the swaying bamboo leaves. With both sides going all out, the powerful sword energy was like a landslide.

…

Know the country.

At the moment when he controlled Lian Shenwei's body to draw the sword, Gong Du pinched himself hard in his sea of ​​consciousness and woke up for a while.

He pulled out the script and used a pen to cross out a certain paragraph.

Then he nodded happily.

Not bad, not bad, soon he will be able to decay along with his broken body.

——

“Come on!”

Feng Ke reined in his horse and looked at the road ahead with serious eyes. His fingers gripping the reins slowly tightened, and his knuckles turned white.

He walked and stopped, being blown by the cold wind for such a long time. He had always had a bad temper, and he knew that he could not stop Lian Shenwei and had no reason to stop him, so he got angry for a while. Such a long time was enough for his feverish brain to gradually cool down.

He was angry at Lian Shenwei, but more importantly, he was angry at himself.

He was angry that he had no way to cure him.

This was the outskirts of Beijing, not far from the battle location Tiannan had told him about. He could even faintly hear the sound of swords clashing.

The dark blue night sky was covered with stars. Such a beautiful night scene could not stop someone from seeking death. At this time, the fight should have been going on for a while.

The load caused by this intensity of internal force impact is completely different from the last time.

madness!

So stupid!

Fool!

Feng Ke’s face became increasingly cold.

He turned his horse around and said, "Drive!"

The horse ran faster and faster, heading back the way it came.

You bastard Lian Shenwei, you better hold on.

Wait for me to pick you up.