Old Zhou glanced at Xu Ruxian and continued: "I heard from Feng Miao that the boy has been in the limelight at the Xuanmen pass recently and is about to take away his title of military God."

"After all, he is the descendant of Yang Wuqi."

Xu Xiang received it casually, but his words seemed cold. For a moment, the courtyard was quiet.

After a while, perhaps feeling a little depressed, Xu Xiang opened his mouth again and said, "I heard that the shadow pavilion has moved again recently?"

"Last time, they wanted the lives of the whole people in Los Angeles and were confused by that bastard's unreasonable hand. This time, according to the news from Fengyuan's men, they seem to want to do something near the capital."

Mr. Zhou touched a mahjong card, hesitated and played it again.

Then, he looked at the cards that had been played on the table, looked at Xu Ruxian beside him suspiciously and said, "when will Xu Xiang monotonously listen to one? It's not like your temperament!"

Xu Ruxian smiled and said something that people half understand and half don't understand: "sometimes, if a thing has great hope, I think it's easier."

Then he reached out and picked up a mahjong card on the table. After touching it with his hand, he smiled mysteriously.

"Hu, all the same, give me the money."

With that, Xu Ruxian spread out the mahjong cards in front of him on the table. The original elegant temperament on his face disappeared. When he looked at the people around him, his expression was very much like the face of a philistine.

Mr. Zhou and Mr. Yu, as well as another person who had not said a few words since entering the small courtyard, looked at Xu Ruxian's card face, touched several spirit stones and patted them on the table.

The sun gradually sank in the noise.

After Xu Ruxian's Hu card, old Zhou suddenly stood up and said, "don't play anymore."

"I said Lao Zhou, how old is it? I can't hold my breath for a while?"

On one side, Mr. Yu looked at Mr. Zhou with a smile and said something funny. The four played nearly 30 laps in one afternoon. Except Zhou Lao, everyone else had at least one hand of cards.

"Xu Xiang..."

Old Zhou suddenly changed his expression and looked at Xu Ruxian unkindly: "you see the sun is going down. As the host, should you prepare the food?"

"Food? If you don't tell me, I forgot. I caught two big fish near the fairy Pavilion yesterday and kept them in the water tank in the kitchen. I'll try my best to let you taste my craft today!"

Xu Ruxian was about to get up. Suddenly, he looked up at the sky.

"Eh?"

After an exclamation, Xu Ruxian stretched out a hand that looked almost the same as the woman's Qianqian plain hand, pinched his fingers, changed his face for a while, and said, "it seems that I don't need to deal with the things in the shadow Pavilion."

Then he looked at Yu Lao and saw that Yu Lao was also looking at himself. They looked at each other and smiled. It seemed that they had something in common.

"The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is all over the building. It seems that Da Wei will not be peaceful again soon..."

Xu Ruxian stretched lazily and walked towards the room with a whisper in his mouth.

Great Wei is a natural danger outside Xuanmen pass.

In the barbarian barracks, the prince looked at the war report in front of him with an iron face. After Yang Xuan came to the Xuanmen pass, although the barbarians would not suffer too much losses on the front battlefield, every time the two sides fought, Yang Xuan always killed from an insignificant corner in an unexpected way and beat back the losses of several other armies on the barbarians.

"Report to the prince, the second army of our army fought with the Huben army of the state of Wei. After an hour of fierce fighting between the two sides, nearly 10000 people of the Huben army were seriously injured, and the casualties of the second army were only 5000. We won the war."

A herald ran in from the door, knelt down in front of tantan and said to him.

In the past six months, the barbarian army and the army of the state of Wei have been handed over. It is not much. It is the news of victory. Hearing this, tantan's face eased a little.

But after two minutes, another soldier rushed in from the door and hurriedly said to tantan: "report to the prince, on the way back to the deciduous plain, the Feilian army led by Yang Xuan ambushed in the woods in the northeast, with heavy casualties. The general Weihe of the second army is watched by Yang Xuan. At present, he is seriously injured and his life and death are uncertain."

As the soldier said, he dared not lift his head and knelt on the ground.

With a fierce contraction of his eyes, he looked at the map spread on the desktop.

To the east of Qingfeng gorge is the place where the barbarians camped before. There used to be a dense forest, but it was completely burned by Yang Xuan's fire. It also made the barbarian army burning one side of the natural defense line have to retreat twenty miles.

"How is that possible?"

Collapse Tan looked at the map in front of him. The forest mentioned by the soldiers had no one close to it except that Feilian army had sent someone to pull wood a few days ago. However, after Fei Lianjun went in, he also photographed spies to check for insurance, but found nothing.

In fact, such things have happened countless times outside Xuanmen pass. Every time the barbarians want to launch a large-scale charge against Xuanmen pass, Yang Xuan can always sneak out with Feilian army from a corner of the battlefield to save people from water and fire.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the tent. A soldier rushed in from the door in a panic and said, "prince, Yang Xuan is outside the door at this time and said he has something to discuss with you."

For the man who has ruined the actions of the barbarians again and again, everyone in the barbarian army wants to peel off his skin and bones, and his appearance has been engraved in the mind and bones of every soldier in the barbarian army.

"Really?"

Collapse Tan hesitated for a moment, afraid of fraud. But a moment later, he made up his mind and walked towards the door.

"Prince Tatan, long time no see. How are you recently?"

The tent is. Yang Xuan is wearing a red cloak behind him. It is late autumn. The wind is hanging in the air. It is very majestic to float in the wind.

"General Yang hasn't left the Xuanmen pass all day. I can't rest in my heart for a moment."

Collapse Tan said with a sneer, revealing his hatred for Yang Xuan.

"Yes, I won't ask such boring topics."

Yang Xuan didn't change his expression at all because of the strong hatred shown by collapse tan. His face looked at collapse Tan very calmly. His chin with fine stubble moved slightly and said: "I don't know whether Prince collapse Tan has received the news. The second army of your army is blocked by my soldiers, which is ten miles away from the barbarian camp?"

"What? If you're here to show off your strength, I advise you to go quickly. Although general Yang uses his arms like a God, after all, this is my barbarian barracks. Before that, you're not afraid that I'll send someone to hunt you down?"

"Don't worry, you know, I don't like taking prisoners, so I want to make a deal with you with these 40000 people."

"Transaction?"

The barbarian prince was stunned and didn't hear what Yang Xuan meant.