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Xue Yao was unable to see the reason for her unhappiness on the face of the chubby little cub who had lost a bunch of weight.

With the onset of his puberty, Xue Yao realizes that he seems to be more respectful than when he was younger.

So ...... or maybe ......

"Of course, Your Highness's Taiji Mind Technique is also very powerful, it's another kind of powerful." Xue Yao tried blowing a rainbow fart.

[Land dive's security +2]

Xue Yao breathed a sigh of relief as the alarm was deactivated.

It's amazing that the little fat kid met the Sword Saint by chance.

In the original, Lu Qian did not participate in the war, after learning that his father and the crown prince died in battle, was imprisoned in the palace by Princess Tong, and then escaped from the palace with the help of Zhang Si, took the initiative to go to the White Mountain to learn martial arts.

In this life, the Sword Saint actually came down to the mountain to find his disciple, and it was really destined to be the fate of master and disciple.

According to the original story, Lu Qian will be able to practice swordplay in two and a half years, and after that, he will get stronger every year, and is about to become the top Dragon Ao Tian, so Xue Yao is very excited.

This life, the prince did not die in battle, the little fat cub should not need to worry about the affairs of the state, even if the character is slightly husky a little, but not too much impact ...... right?

However, if the Third Prince did not ascend to the throne, and the little fat boy did not escape, the harem that King Ning met on his way to exile in his last life would be out of luck, wouldn't they?

Xue Yao still had an ultimate mission which was [Cold Tyrant's Heartbeat], without his harem, how was he going to complete the mission?

Xue Yao pinched His Highness's face while secretly pondering, when his afterglow suddenly saw the crane-haired old man staring at himself with a heavy gaze.

Who's the old man?

Xue Yao recalled for a moment before remembering that he seemed to be the head of some sect?

"You're that what's-her-name Yao Yao." Sect Master Xu stared at Xue Yao.

Xue Yao immediately withdrew the hand that was pinching his face, sat upright and politely replied, "Elder knows me?"

"I heard Lu Qian say that you made him worship the Sword Saint."

"Ah, yes." Xue Yao laughed, "We have long admired the name of the Sword Saint, and we have learned that the Sword Saint senior ......"

Sect Master Xu immediately interrupted Xue Yao's words, raised his hand and said, "That's good, now you let him also worship old man as a teacher, this kid is stubborn, only willing to worship the master that you let him worship, old man this hand of the Green Dragon Stick Technique, the ranking of the jianghu is not lost to the old Qiu! Originally has been out of the jianghu, see this kid root bone is good, exceptionally accept him into the door."

"Worship you as your master?" Xue Yao lowered his eyes and looked at the broken walking stick in Sect Master Xu's hand ......

"What kind of disgusting look is that?" Sect Master Xu tapped his cane, "We usually don't go out with serious weapons! Do you understand? This walking stick is not a weapon of my sect!"

Xue Yao didn't mind His Highness learning one more "craft", but only: "Can His Highness learn from two masters?"

The Sword Saint raised an eyebrow and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm only afraid that Lu Qian won't be able to eat the two schools of martial arts, the foundation of the sword and stick is very different, with little overlap, and the bitterness of the two portions isn't something a normal person can withstand."

Sect Master Xu said, "It doesn't matter to me, it's just cheap for you kid."

Xue Yao worried, "Will the sword and stick be mutually exclusive? Will practicing the stick affect Your Highness's sword skills?"

The Sword Saint explained, "No, I'm just afraid that I don't have enough energy to learn the art."

Sect Master Xu tried his best to sell himself, "My Qinglong Sect's internal energy is pure yang, the more we practice, the more energetic we are, unlike their Sword Sect which is so obsessed with consuming qi and not returning to their yang yuan, their Sword Sect has to rest for ten days and half a month after fighting a hard battle, but ours is the more we fight, the more we get more energized!"

Xue Yao worriedly said, "Then how did your hair turn gray at such a young age?"

"You kid is simply looking for a fight!" Sect Master Xu stormed out, waving his cane angrily, "The old man is ninety-seven years old at the age of his teeth! It's hard not to still have a head of black hair!"

"You are ninety-seven years old!" Xue Yao looked at the old man's thirty or forty year old face in shock!

"Hmph." Sect Master Xu raised his condescending head, "How about it? Can't see it, can you?"

The Sword Saint's decade-old demolition of his old nemesis: "It looks like ninety-six at the most."

"Your Highness!" Xue Yao turned his head to look at Lu Qian, "Quickly worship this great master!"

Lu Qian froze, hesitantly and a bit disgustedly looking at Sect Master Xu.

"Please, Benefactor, accept a bow from my apprentice!" Xue Yao raised his hand and pressed the back of the little chubby cub's head, forcing the little chubby cub to give that great master a bow.

This was great, the fat cub had one more master teacher than in his last life!

However, the Ning King of the previous life seemed to be some kind of special physique, or what Zhang Si called the Return to Tour Physique, or the strongest category of this kind of physique.

Practicing swordsmanship just happens to draw out the excess yang yuan in His Highness's body, and in this life, if he practices another yang yuan-absorbing Green Dragon Stick internal martial art, will the excess yang yuan in His Highness's body have nowhere to be vented?

The ship docked, Xue Yao no longer think nonsense, focusing on the five pups full whiskers and tails to change back.

Originally, they were worried that the Khitans would resort to fraud, but now that there were two martial arts masters accompanying them in the hostage exchange, there was no need to worry too much.

The two tall men had planned to steal back or snatch back the fifth prince by force, but now that there was an exchange of hostages, it was more economical to take a few children straight into the enemy camp, that's how tough it was.

The remnants of the Khitan army had long since safely withdrawn from the battlefield, and the only ones left on the riverbank waiting for the exchange of hostages were the remnants of two battalions of Khitan soldiers and a general.

The first messenger sent by the Khitan to the Qi army camp has not yet been heard from, and the second messenger went across the river just two days ago and has not yet returned either.

Originally thought that the Qi army has abandoned their fifth prince, broken the promise, killed their only remaining prince, I did not expect, this day actually waited for a group of "old and weak soldiers" to send back their Khitan prince.

Because of the complete defeat, the Khitan generals no longer had the heart to provoke, and seeing the prince return unharmed, without saying a word, they took the group of Han people to see their fifth prince.

Walking outside the tent where the Fifth Prince was being held, Xue Yao heard the Fifth Prince's poetry recitation coming from the tent through the heavy felt cloth-

"A glass of turbid wine is a million miles away from home, and there is no plan for Yan Ran to return ......"

"Lift up your eyes and look up to the sky with a long and magnificent cry. Thirty miles of fame and dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon ......"

"You guys hurry up and take him away." The Khitan general urged Xue Yao and the others with his eyes.

"How could the Fifth Prince's voice be so hoarse!" Xue Yao protested angrily, "You mistreated the hostages!"

The Khitan general was speechless, "Try chattering for eight hours a day, anyone's voice would be muffled."

Xue Yao was speechless, although his family's five cubs talked more, this was an enemy camp, it was impossible for the fifth prince to talk so much with the enemy, how could he chatter on and on for eight hours a day?

As a matter of fact, the Fifth Prince really couldn't find anyone to chat with in this military camp.

Guessing that his father was planning to sacrifice himself and sever the bloodline of the Khitan royal family, the Fifth Prince lived each day as if it were the moment before the sacrifice, roaring some impassioned last words whenever he could.

One is to give himself courage, and the other is to leave the enemy with the image of his Daqi royal family's valor.

Unexpectedly, half a month had passed, the Khitans still did not make a move, the Fifth Prince roared until his voice was muffled, fortunately Xue Yao arrived in time to avoid embarrassment.

When he lifted the tent curtain, Xue Yao almost didn't recognize the brown man sitting cross-legged on the carpet with closed eyes and a bearded face.

"Live as a man, die also ......" The fifth prince heard someone lifting the curtain to come in, still closed his eyes, recited the last words of the generous sacrifice.

"Fifth brother?" Lu Qian was the first to recognize his own brother.

The Fifth Prince froze, closed his eyes and was quiet for a while, then let out a bitter laugh, "Is it another hallucination? Seventh brother, if you can hear, take care of Princess Hui for Fifth Brother, in the future, Fifth Brother can no longer ...... well!"

The Fifth Prince was halfway through his sentence when the Seventh Prince covered his mouth, "Go back and talk again Fifth Brother, they're pulling out of camp."

It really is Chitti's voice!

The Fifth Prince opened his eyes and raised his head in slow motion with tears in his eyes, looking at his seventh brother.

Chitti was thinner than he remembered, and his profile looked much more heroic than before.

"Chitti! It's really you!" The Fifth Prince jumped up violently and grabbed onto Older Seventh's arm, "Are you here to take Fifth Brother away?"

"No. Master came to visit his family, take a look and leave." The Seventh Prince had a cold face.

Seeing the silly fifth brother's face gradually turning white, the seventh prince put away his jokes and spoke solemnly, "In exchange for a little less talk from the prince of the Khitan than his brother, this deal seems to be quite cost-effective, but--"

The Fifth Prince looked at his brother blankly.

"But he can't even memorize Fifth Brother's favorite, Full River Red." Lu Qian looked at Fifth Brother, "As for Princess Hui, Brother should keep it for his own care."

Xue Yao stepped forward and straightened the Fifth Prince's messy hair, tearfully whispering, "We should go back, Fifth Highness, everyone is waiting for you."

Facing death at any moment for more than half a month, the Fifth Prince was brave for more than half a month, but at the end of this valor, wow, he cried out.

With both arms in one hand, he wrapped his arms around Xue Yao and Seventh Brother, whimpering and complaining, "What took you guys so long to get here!"

Walking out of the tent, the Fifth Prince found that Xue Yao and his brother actually did not bring any guards, just two people so stupid to exchange hostages, this is also too life-threatening.

Upon closer inspection, the two old men who had been following them did not seem to be Khitans.

"You guys just brought two old men here to replace me?" The Fifth Prince was incredulous.

"This is a Sword Saint!" Xue Yao reminded with a serious face.

"Ahem! Cough!" Sect Master Xu stood tall and reminded Xue Yao not to forget to introduce him.

"It's that Sword Saint that Zhang Si said had reached the state of realization in swordplay!" Xue Yao was so preoccupied with blowing up the Sword Saint that he completely ignored Sect Master Xu.

Lu Qian had to add an introduction for the young companion, raising his hand to introduce Master Xu for Fifth Brother, "A Grand Master."

Master Xu: "I can't thank you enough!"

"Sword Saint?!" The Fifth Prince, selectively invisible to Sect Leader Xu like many mortals, turned to the Sword Saint and marveled, "You really are Senior Sword Saint!"

The Sword Saint humbly shook his head and sighed, "It's just a false name, you are Lu Qian's elder brother? Just now, I heard you recite with resounding words, truly worthy of my Da Qi's good men with iron bones."

The Fifth Prince knew that his chance to perform had come, and in order to leave a good impression on the Sword Saint, he immediately cleared his throat, put on a deep air, raised his hand and tapped the shoulder of the seventh brother beside him, and spoke in a subdued manner, "My brother once asked me: fifth brother, do you think that your life is more important or the honor of your family and country? I told him at the time--"

"Master didn't ask him such a stupid thing." The Seventh Prince did not cooperate with Fifth Brother's performance.

"Let's just cross the river and return to camp first." Xue Yao was worried about the Fifth Prince's sudden gushing and hurriedly interrupted, "It's only safe to wait until we see the Crown Prince."

"Big brother has returned?" The Fifth Prince sighed in relief, "I was worried that Third Brother would cause trouble if Big Brother returned to the palace."

"Back to the palace?" Lu Qian looked at Fifth Brother in confusion, "Didn't Big Brother cross the river and get captured?"

The Fifth Prince came up to the Seventh Brother's ear and said, "It's a long story, is Father's wound healed?"

"Not so good." Lu Qian whispered to Fifth Brother, "Father has been sleeping for the past few days."

The Fifth Prince frowned and said, "He may have contracted a wind-cold, and will have to step up his efforts to return to the palace to recuperate."

The brothers' faces became sullen, and without the will to say more, they bowed their heads and left the Khitan camp at a quick pace.

"Hey!"

As they walked out of the camp, the crowd heard the voice of that Khitan prince from behind them.

Turning back, I saw the Prince of Khitan running quickly to Xue Yao, and his hand seemed to be tightly I this something.

"Can you tell me your name?" The Khitan prince stared solemnly at Xue Yao.

"Can't." Lu Qian stepped forward and shielded his little companion behind him, staring at the little wild dog of the Khitan with a provocative face, "The next time we meet will be goodbye forever, there is no need for Yao Yao to memorize the name of someone who is going to die."

Xue Yao was startled and looked at the back of the little fat cub's head in disbelief.

Who did the little fat boy learn to provoke with such ferocity? Is it those crooks?

"And your name is Yao Yao?" The Khitan prince tilted his head to look at Xue Yao behind Lu Qian, reaching out and handing him a wolf's tooth engraved with a totem, "Take it, I owe you my life, and if you are in trouble in the future, you can bring him to me."

"No need." Xue Yao smiled politely, "We're just taking what we need, no one owes anyone anything."

The Khitan prince didn't say anything and refused to stop, insisting that he take the wolf's teeth.

The author has something to say:

Xue Yao: Your Highness has no one in the entire harem, so pitiful!

The palace maids and eunuchs looked at the lonely little petite rabbit companion in the harem with a ghostly gaze.

Still don't know who to pity.