Chapter 1394 - 341: Xue San Returns

Chapter 1394: Chapter 341: Xue San Returns

Tian Wujing seemed to only come to have a look and, after confirming Zheng Fan was fine, he left directly.

This probably exemplifies the conduct of Prince Jingnan of Yan—being able to effortlessly switch between the big picture and the details.

In the morning, he can arrange the new round of battle plans for hundreds of thousands of troops, and in the afternoon, he can walk alone outside the military camp to observe, just because he is Tian Wujing.

The Sword Saint once said that when a Martial Cultivator’s physique reaches its peak, it is the strongest reliance.

Even back then in Jin State’s capital city, when the Sword Saint faced Tian Wujing, who refused to retreat and wanted to first wear him down—which was assisted by the might of Longyuan in the Sword Saint’s hands—merely chopping down Tian Wujing’s protective Qi and blood took a long time, to the extent that the Sword Saint felt deeply exhausted.

Under the precondition of no extreme accidents, Tian Wujing doesn’t even need to bring many guards around him, because whichever side attempts "catching the king first before the thief," the scale of the power dispatched will not be small, and this will inevitably trigger responses from the nearby Yan Army corps, with Jingnan Army cavalry promptly deployed to protect their prince.

This kind of confidence, Lord Zheng does not have, because the right kind of confidence must be built upon a clear understanding of one’s own strength.

Thus, Lord Zheng always believes that many times his acts of following his heart are not because he is cowardly;

If he had Tian Wujing’s strength, he could also be high-spirited, wearing golden armor and riding the Pixiu, strolling leisurely in front of the armies.

Yet alas,

he does not.

After Old Tian left,

Lord Zheng sat down on the threshold, basking in the sun.

Gou Moli silently approached;

He knew the importance Prince Jingnan placed on Lord Zheng, who was in front of him, and just now, he clearly felt it.

Prince Jingnan asked if he should go over to Gongsun Zhi’s and Gong Wang’s divisions to take another look.

The implication being,

Can you control these two persons?

If there’s still an issue, I can help you deal with it.

The reason for specifically asking himself was to place him alongside Gong Wang and Gongsun Zhi, as a means of intimidation.

"Lord,"

Gou Moli asked softly,

"Are you well?"

Zheng Fan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, saying:

"Do you know what I’m thinking now?"

"I just came from outside, went through the back door, so I didn’t know Prince Jingnan was here. Therefore, I reckon what you’re thinking now, Lord, is that the people around you are not complete enough."

Not complete enough,

is a euphemism.

The deeper meaning is that Prince Jingnan comes whenever he pleases.

Zheng Fan looked at Gou Moli, reached out to pat his shoulder, and skipped the topic directly, saying:

"Go call them over, we need to discuss something."

"Yes, Lord."

Gou Moli didn’t ask who "they" were, and just left.

Immediately,

Lord Zheng got up from the threshold and walked inside the house.

The Sword Saint was leaning against a pillar, saying, "Maybe it’s because he knows I’m by your side, so there are not many armored guards arranged outside."

The East Mountain Fort had been taken, inside and outside the fort were Yan Army soldiers, and here with Lord Zheng, there was the Sword Saint standing guard.

Ordinary assassins, if they come, can be dealt with by the Sword Saint, but large-scale assassins won’t even make it in, hence the defense here seems somewhat lax.

Lord Zheng chuckled and waved his hand, saying;

"Don’t listen to that Gouzi’s nonsense; how could I care about that?"

"I somehow feel that you do care about this."

"You’re overthinking it, Old Tian wouldn’t harm me."

"But what if next time it’s not Tian Wujing, but another master?"

"Don’t I have you around?"

"You speak so logically."

"That’s right."

"But I agreed to accompany you this time; next time, I might not."

"Manpower is still insufficient. Back when I was in Yanjing City, the Sixth Prince had gathered his entourage, usually arranging defenses in his mansion, using his carriage as the center when going out, with multiple masters providing protection and response.

Now this is wartime, and at the time when manpower is required, it’s not hard to manage. Next time, once the troops are enough, these arrangements can also be followed up.

By then, you’ll be able to rest at home teaching the sword maid the art of swordsmanship, and teach Dahu to read; oh, by the way, while Tian Tian is growing up, why don’t you consider taking him on as a disciple?"

"How old is the child?" The Sword Saint asked somewhat exasperated.

Tian Tian just learned how to talk, and he’s going to start learning the sword?

Even the sword maid, at this age, he didn’t rush her to raise her skills.

Of course, the most important point is that Tian Tian is Tian Wujing’s son, and regardless, when asked he would agree, a dignified Sword Saint of Jin land, does he not care about face?

"You take him as a disciple, and I’ll take Liu Dahu as an adopted son?"

Zheng Fan offered his condition.

Lord Pingye had only one adopted son, which was the only offspring of Prince Jingnan.

If Liu Dahu could worship Lord Pingye as his foster father, then in Snow Sea Pass he could walk sideways, and even become Tian Tian’s sworn brother.

For a young lad from an ordinary family, this is an opportunity to soar.

The Sword Saint shook his head, saying, "Liu Dahu is now my son; he need not covet wealth and honor. Moreover, in my view, life does not necessarily need to pursue grand wealth and luxury, appreciating tranquility is enough."

Zheng Fan immediately retorted:

"You’re saying this just because you say so easily; you’ve even killed an ’Emperor’, witnessed large magnificent scenes, and have a legend in the street, and your name is also spread in the royal court.