CHAPTER 933: CHAPTER 129: ONCE IN THE MARTIAL WORLD, TIME RUSHES BY (END OF VOLUME)

The person snuggled intimately against the palm of that person’s hand.

Someone in the room pushed the door open and entered, a gentle voice said: "Young Master..."

That person, however, smiled and said: "I’ve told you, when no one else is around, just call me Erlang, Wugou. You still adhere to formalities so rigidly."

Changsun Wu Gou replied: "I dare not."

This sister of Changsun Wuchou had become even more gentle and beautiful over the past two years, her figure graceful, an exceptionally stunning beauty. Countless people were envious, due to her noble lineage. If it weren’t for being early on protected by the Second Young Master of the Duke Mansion, who enjoyed riding horses and flying eagles, and brought into the mansion, she might have been taken in by some young lord a long time ago.

Changsun Wu Gou lifted her eyes to look over there, and although it wasn’t the first time she saw him, an expression of amazement still appeared in her eyes.

This was within the inner courtyard of the Duke Mansion, with no outsiders present. That ’Second Young Master’ only dressed like this in his own courtyard, wearing a loose robe, having just bathed and changed, his black hair cascading down his back, fair skin, and sword-like brows slanting into his temples.

With soaring eyebrows, possessing the bearing of a Dragon and Phoenix, a golden-red vertical mark on the center of his brow, indescribably noble.

A figure both voluptuous and tall, eyes downcast with a smile, a falcon spreading its wings on his arm.

A noble presence, a charming intent, unparalleled in the world.

Like a phoenix from the celestial skies, descending to the mortal world.

Yet such a peerless beauty, who could truly witness their visage?

Changsun Wu Gou thought, as Li Zhaowen untied a letter, glanced over it, and smiled faintly: "Li Guanyi is coming."

Changsun Wu Gou thought of the young Imperial Guard from Jiangzhou City two years ago.

Now renowned across the world as the Heavenly Strategy General.

Changsun Wu Gou knew about the letter Li Zhaowen sent to Li Guanyi, yet was surprised by his ability to come easily due to his status, and also pleased.

Thinking that at this moment, the Second Miss is not only troubled by the Regent King and the Dangxiang Kingdom, but also criticized heavily by the Duke and the Eldest Young Master. If Li Guanyi could come, it would solve her urgent problem, saying:

"Did he promise to come?"

Li Zhaowen let the Golden Winged Great Peng soar into the air, smiled and said: "Why wouldn’t he come? The Western Regions is one of the two most crucial places in the land, for Mr. Li, it’s the most critical spot this time around."

"Once in hand, a trapped dragon will soar to the heavens."

"It’s just that I seem to have made an agreement with him back then..."

Li Zhaowen seemed to recall something.

Changsun Wu Gou approached, securing the hair of the leisurely seated Li Zhaowen, curiously asked: "What agreement?"

Li Zhaowen, while flipping through a military book, paused slightly, then laughed:

"Perhaps, if he came."

"I would let him see my true face."

Hearing this, Changsun Wu Gou paused, the comb in her hand slightly trembling. Such words, even her gentle nature, felt her face blush just from hearing them, her cheeks burning, secretly admiring, the Second Miss worthy of being the Second Miss.

To utter such words so freely.

Changsun Wu Gou thought as she combed for Li Zhaowen, inadvertently glimpsing the bright mirror beside them, the mirror reflecting Li Zhaowen’s face, a Dragon and Phoenix bearing, unmatched beauty, only a trace of blush appeared on the cheeks.

Just that trace of blush was enough to captivate the soul.

Changsun Wu Gou’s movements paused slightly.

Li Zhaowen gazed at the vast sky outside.

The world was in turmoil, unpredictable changes, the Chen Country and Ying Country at odds, while the south of the Yangtze flourished, the Regent King and the Dangxiang Kingdom contending in the Western Regions, Lu Youxian and Yuwen Lie galloping across the battlefields, scholars emerging from the Academy, literati entering this world!

In the vast desert, camel bells rang incessantly.

A white-haired guide swung his whip, and a young man with purple eyes lay upon the camel, holding a wine jug. Breaking Army once again journeyed into the desert with this initial guide, the vast heavens and earth, the young strategist laughed and said:

"Ha ha, after the Lord, we will come to this Western Region."

"I’ll wait here, find Qibi Li and the Gold Talon Cavalry, manage everything, and just wait for the Lord to arrive."

"When the Lord comes, he’ll surely be moved beyond control!"

"Holding my hand, saying I am his strongest strategist and thinker."

"Ha ha ha!"

Having tasted the Western Regions’ fine grape wine, the young strategist was full of joy, the elderly guide rolled his eyes, muttering in his heart to hopefully not encounter events like two years ago again.

Breaking Army took a sip of wine, placed the jug on his waist, then strummed the regionally unique Huqin, singing freely and flamboyantly, handsomely unrivaled, with carefree abandon, sang loudly: "The moon rises over the Western Sea, the wind strengthens along the border!"

"Traveling ten thousand miles through passes and mountains, the wasteland appears ever-changing!"

The voice was unfettered and vast, merging with the desert, sky, and thrumming camel bells, so carefree, even the old guide had to admit, this was a rare great talent in the world. And at that moment, the handsome youth said: "Ha ha ha, just like this."

"Shaking Light, oh Shaking Light, how will you defeat me?"

"How will you win?"

The old guide: "..."

Still, there’s nothing he can do.

This is exactly the appearance one would expect from this great talent, Breaking Army.

The Red Dragon roared in the sky, and Shaking Light pondered.

A silver-haired girl snuggled into Li Guanyi’s embrace.

Concerned about those like Mr. Lei and Shi Dalin who have weaker martial arts, the Red Dragon slowed its pace, yet still reached the Western Regions before dusk. Li Guanyi gazed upon this vast sea of clouds, his heart opening wide.

Western Regions!

The world!

Having left Jiangnan to enter the Western Regions, witnessing the myriad changes of the world, Li Guanyi grasped one of them as well!

The young man clenched his fist.

Stepping into the Western Regions.

Yet as he rushed into the Western Regions, the Nine Cauldrons within him suddenly changed.

Roaring incessantly.

(End of Volume)