Chapter 599 Snowy Border Town

Ten days later.

In the north of Qingtan Kingdom, a tall border town built of huge bluestone stands on the earth. Like a huge beast entrenched there, guarding the northern border of Qingtan Kingdom.

Unlike usual, the gate of the border town is completely open, like the roaring mouth of a beast, revealing confident majesty.

Outside the city gate, a row of people and horses are neatly arranged.

The leader is an old man with silver beard and white hair. The old man is wearing a white brocade robe, his eyes are bright, and he rides a snow-white horse.

On the left and right sides of the old man stood a dozen attendants in blue clothes. These attendants all have swords on their waists, and they all have dragon eyes and tiger eyes, and their eyes are full of murderous intent.

The old man in white robe has been staring at the north, where the sky and the earth meet, as if waiting for someone.

"Master Prime Minister, we have been waiting here for an hour. The prince of Haori Kingdom, Yu Yang, will not not come." A servant beside the old man in white robe said.

"He will definitely come." The old man in white robe said firmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a circle of mystical energy visible to the naked eye rolled up from his body, and the stones on the ground fled to the side, and the white horse he was sitting on couldn't help but raise its front hooves and let out a long whistle.

The old man in white robe and his team stayed there, waiting persistently, without any intention of leaving. Their figures seemed to be integrated with the tall border town behind them, and they were all beasts.

Another half hour passed.

Suddenly, a large piece of dark clouds pressed down.

For a moment, the cold wind blew, and snow fell from the sky.

The snow shadows rolled, and the wind roared like a dragon, as if a white dragon was stirring in the sky.

The old man in white robe raised his head and said, "It's early autumn, and snow is flying on the Jade Dragon. What's the omen?"

After a while, the attendant next to him stepped forward and said, "Master Prime Minister, it's snowing heavily. The temperature here is too low. Why don't we go to the city and wait?"

The old man in white robe shook his head, his eyes firm, and said calmly, "He's coming."

The attendant turned his head and looked.

At the end of the sight, in the vast snow, a team of carriages and horses could be vaguely seen rolling in.

As the carriages and horses on the opposite side got closer and closer, the situation of the caravan gradually became clear.

The vehicles were filled with boxes covered with cowhide, and the surface of the vehicles was decorated with red silk, revealing a festive atmosphere. A row of red flags fluttered above the caravan, with the word "Hao" written on the flags.

At the front of the caravan was a young man in green, riding a heroic red horse.

"It's Yu Yang, he's really here." The attendant said, with excitement on his face, and one hand couldn't help but hold the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The old man in white robe stroked his silver beard with his hand, sat on his white horse, let out a neigh, and went forward to meet him.

The young man in green also saw the old man in white robe from a distance.

He thought, isn't this the Prime Minister? As usual, he doesn't have to come here to meet me in person. Then, the young man in green waved his hand behind him. The people behind him immediately stopped their horses and waited in place.

The young man spurred the horse, and the chestnut horse was like a rolling flame, with four hooves stepping on the snow, carrying its owner forward.

Green clothes, red horses, and white snow are also a landscape.

"This old minister has been waiting here for a long time on the order of King Qingtan." The old man in white robe clasped his hands and said.

The young man in green saw a layer of white snow on the shoulders of the old man in white robe, and knew that he had been waiting for a long time, and said loudly: "You are too polite, Prime Minister."

When the young man in green glanced behind the old man in white robe, he saw that the team of attendants were all dressed in tight clothes and had swords on their waists. And from the aura they exude, it is obvious that they have good cultivation.

The important thing is that the handles of the swords of the attendants were rubbed silver, and their palms holding the swords were thick and strong. Obviously, these people often use swords and are good at using swords.

Although the green-clothed boy likes to drink and looks unruly on weekdays. But he has been traveling outside. Traveling a thousand miles is better than reading ten thousand books. He is still very meticulous in observing things.

After observing, the green-clothed boy couldn't help but think in his heart: "The Prime Minister brought a team of elite generals here. Could it be that things have changed?"

The green-clothed boy simply said: "Today, the Prime Minister has mobilized a lot of troops. Why did he bring a team of elite generals? Could it be that there are still some bandits rampant outside this city?"

The old man in white robe saw that he couldn't hide it from the boy opposite, and his face suddenly became serious, and then said: "Let's not beat around the bush. The marriage between His Royal Highness the Prince and our princess may be delayed for some time."

"Why?" The green-clothed boy's heart jumped when he heard the words, and asked.

"A few days ago, the Southern Emperor sent a third-rank immortal official to Qingtan to investigate a case. It was said that you, the prince, had a private fight with Yue Lanran, the prince of March, and destroyed the March Sword, the treasure bestowed by the Southern Emperor on March. If the gift is destroyed, there must be accountability."

"So the Prime Minister is here to arrest me and bring me to justice and present me to the third-rank immortal official."

"I dare not. As long as the prince comes back with me, I can explain it to the third-rank immortal official face to face. Otherwise, Qingtan will be implicated in the crime of harboring, and even the king and the princess will not be able to bear the blame."

"How is the princess now? I want to see her first."

"Her Royal Highness is fine, but you can't see her for the time being."

The old man in white robe thought, if you were allowed to see the princess, with the princess's temper, she would not turn against the third-rank immortal official, and it would be a big trouble. I went out of this city to prevent the princess from meeting you, wasn't it?

The two looked at each other and understood each other's intentions. Whether they were enemies or friends was determined in one thought.

"Well, everyone should take responsibility for their own actions. The people following me are all innocent, so I can ask them to leave first." The green-clothed teenager said.

"Of course. If this case can be resolved, the prince and princess can still get married as scheduled." The white-robed old man explained.

The green-clothed teenager said to a middle-aged attendant behind him: "You first escort the carriages and horses back to the nearest camp behind. If I don't return within three days, you will return to Haori Country on your own."

"This?" The middle-aged attendant was surprised. After hesitating for a while, he still didn't dare to disobey the order, so he simply turned around and led the convoy back.

Seeing that the red color of the convoy behind him was completely hidden in the wind and snow, the green-clothed teenager said: "Prime Minister, let's go."

"Prince, please."

After that, the green-clothed teenager followed the white-robed old man towards the city gate.

As soon as the group arrived at the city gate, a team of sword-carrying attendants behind the white-robed old man suddenly changed their formation and surrounded the green-clothed teenager.

The white-robed old man said solemnly: "In order to clear the suspicion of the King and the Princess of harboring. I suggest that I temporarily tie you up with shackles and send you to the third-rank immortal official."

When the green-robed young man heard this, his good mood was gone, and four words popped up in his mind: "getting more and more."

"Hmph! I come freely and I go freely. Since I promised to go with you, I won't run away. What, Prime Minister, are you worried that I will regret it halfway? There is no shackle in the world that can tie up Yu Xiaoxian." The green-robed young man said confidently.

After speaking, the green-robed young man took off the shiny purple wine gourd on his waist, skillfully opened the cork, and gulped down a mouthful of wine.

The tenth rule of the drunkard is that you will have strength to fight after drinking.

"In my Qingtan country, except for His Majesty the King, there is no one that I can't lock up." The white-robed old man said with a cold look.

The two looked at each other, with only cold hostility in their eyes.

Almost at the same time, the two jumped off their horses.

Without stopping for a moment, the old man in white robe leaped forward, his white robe rolled up the snow.

He stretched out his hands one after another to make eagle claws, and rushed towards the green-clothed boy opposite him like a snow eagle.

His five fingers were like the wind, and five clearly visible scratches were drawn in the air, which was as fierce as a divine weapon.

The green-clothed boy's eyes condensed and released his divine consciousness. He had a judgment in his mind that the power of this Prime Minister was at least above the divine level.

Not daring to neglect, the green-clothed boy leaned back, but his heels seemed to grow on the ground. His body bent almost to the ground, like a drunken willow playing with the wind, swaying without breaking, full of tenacity.

As the green-clothed boy swayed, the white snow around his body also moved with the mysterious energy on his body, like a silver snake dancing, and it was extremely chic.

The white-robed old man grabbed more than a dozen times in a row, seemingly touching the boy's body, but always missing by a hair's breadth.

"What a great "Wine Immortal Art", what a great "Wine Immortal Steps". Your Highness, I advise you to surrender, so as not to hurt the harmony of your in-laws." The old man in white robes tried to test him while taking action.

"We have already taken action, what harmony can we talk about. Do you think I am a three-year-old child? Since you are not polite, Prime Minister, I will punish you with three cups."

As soon as the green-clothed boy moved his feet, his figure appeared in a series of phantoms, and at the same time, his wrist spun strangely, and a suction force suddenly appeared in his palm.

In an instant, the flying snow around condensed into a palm-sized snowball in the hands of the green-clothed boy.

Without stopping for a moment, the green-clothed boy slapped out with one palm in succession.

"Bang bang bang."

Three balls of snow bombs bombarded the white-robed old man opposite.

On the surface of the snow bombs, lines of mysterious power visible to the naked eye kept spinning, whistling like a cannonball.

Seeing this, the white-robed old man protected his face with his arms and silently recited the art in his heart.

A flash of light flashed on his arms, and the surface of his arms suddenly became as rough as tree bark.

"Immortal sandalwood shield!"

Instantly, a sandalwood shield about ten feet long appeared on the arms of the white-robed old man. On the wooden shield, runes kept flowing, and it was many times harder than copper and iron.

"Boom boom boom!" Three explosions sounded in a row, and the snow bomb exploded, and a dragon shape rose from it.

The silver dragon roared, and the flying snow turned into blades.

The surface of the wooden shield seemed to be cut by countless sharp blades, wood chips flew everywhere, and the bursting airflow exploded the snow all over the sky.

The figure of the white-robed old man retreated seven or eight feet before he stood firm, and a gully was stepped on, revealing the color of the black soil under the white snow.

At this moment, the wooden shield technique on the white-robed old man's arms had disappeared, and his body was finally not injured, but there were some scratches on the surface of his arms.

The old man in white robe was shocked: "I still underestimated this boy's means. If the mysterious force bullet just now was not condensed from flying snow, but from the wine in his hand, I am afraid that I will be injured this time. It seems that he still left room for me."

For the green-clothed boy's mercy, the old man in white robe did not express a bit of gratitude, but aroused his fighting spirit to kill.

"Set up the formation and capture him!"

The old man in white robe gave an order, and a team of sword-carrying attendants around him drew their silver swords and stood in the corners of the eight directions, surrounding the green-clothed boy and forming a knife-chopping formation.