C39 White clove

"What are you thinking? If you really want to eat it, I'll cook it for you tomorrow at the mansion. If you really want to eat it, I'll cook it for you tomorrow at the mansion. Nan Feng laughed and began to flatter him. He was fine with this, but Nan Feng was good at interacting with people.

"You really know how to talk. Even dead people can be talked about alive by you. Sometimes, I really don't understand what sort of person you are." He Yi looked at Nan Feng and shook his head.

After eating, they looked at the Redbud Royal City that had snowflakes drifting about for a while before returning to their mansion.

After returning to the residence and drinking tea in the pavilion, Nan Feng brandished his blade in the snow.

When he cultivated till the point where steam rose from the top of his head, Nan Feng finally rested.

"Nan Feng, are you still wearing that weight bearing suit? Aren't you tired? " He Yi looked at Nan Feng and asked.

"Not bad, I've already gotten used to it. Actually, habits are very scary. Good habits are the power of success." Nan Feng said.

"You're tired too. Give me a small song!" He Yi said with a smile.

Nan Feng did not reject any of this. He returned to his room with the guitar and started playing a song.

"Nan Feng, yesterday, you were walking and singing a tune that is very nice to listen to, but I don't understand it." He Yi said with a smile.

Laughing, Nan Feng translated the words "affection" from Cantonese.

After chatting for a while, Nan Feng returned to his room to cultivate. He thirsted for more power, so he did not want to waste time.

Nan Feng could be considered to be used to staying with the Duke of Yi's Palace. No one would bother if he didn't know what kind of person he was cultivating.

Two days later, the man from the Residence of Duke Huang came. He was a Sergeant dressed in a golden armor.

"Master He Yi, Emperor invites you to head to Royal palace, and bring a person called Nan Feng." The Golden Armor Sergeant said.

"Alright, you go back first. We'll be back a bit later." He Yi said to the gold-armored Sergeant. That was the Forbidden Army, the guard.

"Alright, prepare yourself. This is your chance." He Yi said to Nan Feng.

Nan Feng nodded, but he did not have anything else to prepare, he just tidied up the Robe.

He Yi brought Nan Feng on the beast carts and hurried towards the core Redbud Royal palace of Redbud City.

Inside the main hall of the Redbud Royal palace, He Yi and Nan Feng stood to the side.

There was a man in his fifties wearing a white robe with Purple Thorn Flower s embroidered on it. The man was writing something down.

"He is coming." After finishing writing, the man put down his pen and looked towards He Yi with a benevolent smile on his face.

"He Yi greets Grandpa Wang." He Yi bowed towards the man in greeting.

Nan Feng paid respects to Lord Prefect, and Nan Feng bowed as well.

"You have to kneel down and pay your respects." He Yi's expression changed, because Nan Feng did not have any manners, even the Marquis would have to kneel and worship the Emperor when he saw them.

"There's no need. Young people have good bones. If you force them to kneel down, then their bones will be bent." The Redbud King shook her head.

He was magnanimous, his aura oppressing others, but very heroic. This was the feeling Purple Thorn Emperor gave him.

"This King has seen the blade diagram. Very good!" Blade, the Blacksmith's Manor has also been delivered, let's go to Martial Arts Practice Field and try. " Purple Thorn Emperor stood up and walked out of his seat, heading towards the exit of the hall. The Golden Armor Sergeant followed along, holding a box that was placed on the side.

Not far to the left of the hall was the Martial Arts Practice Field. The Purple Thorn Emperor walked over to the front of the Sergeant and opened the box.

Piercing blade lights tore through the air one after another, shooting very far, following the last slash, the stone lion on the side of Martial Arts Practice Field was sliced into two halves.

"Smooth, excluding the good points of normal Sabre, it is more suitable for hacking and slashing. The more they are waved around, the more smooth they feel, and what's more, I can unleash all of the power in my body, which is much stronger than the Sabre s that can only use the power of their wrists. Purple Thorn Emperor looked at the Sabre in his hand and nodded his head in satisfaction.

"As long as Grandpa Wang is satisfied, then that's good. This is the blade diagram he designed." He Yi looked at Nan Feng and said.

"This kind of Sabre s are equipped with a powerful army of Fighting power. If so, then the power of their charge will be much stronger. Very well, let's talk about it when we go back." The Purple Thorn Emperor put the Sabre back into its scabbard and carried it back to the main hall of the Royal palace.

"The name of the blade is Hundred Challenges? Why is it called Hundred Fights? " The Purple Thorn Emperor who sat on the throne asked Nan Feng.

"A man should have no regrets after a hundred battles. A Sabre should not be destroyed after a hundred battles, that's why it's called a Hundred Sabres." Nan Feng bowed and said.

"Haha!" Very good, Hundred Sabres s can display the same aura. " Purple Thorn Emperor was in high spirits, his laughter reverberating in the hall.

"Grandpa Wang, what about the reward?" He Yi asked softly.

First, let's let him be a guard in Royal palace, and then we can think about the rewards. You have to know, people who have contributed greatly to the development of the army are all bestowed with Iron, he seems to be lacking a little, and the other rewards are also a little low. Purple Thorn Emperor thought for a moment and said.

"That won't do, Tieshan's uncle said, I must bring him back, otherwise he will lose his temper again." He Yi said.

"Master of the Tieshan... He had an idea, all right! Although Grandpa Wang is unwilling, we can't give him any face either. " The Purple Thorn Emperor said.

"As for that reward, as for it being a bit inferior, it's not a big deal. We can make up for it. My lord, take a look at these weapons." He Yi took out a few other weapons and placed them on the table in front of Purple Thorn Emperor.

After a brief look, Purple Thorn Emperor started to look through them one by one, and started to measure and gesture with his hands.

Only after an hour did he raise his head and look at Xia Yi and Nan Feng.

"Although these Hundred Sabres s are not as effective as the army, their uses are different. This throat slicing scimitar, how can it be used in close combat and silent combat, it is especially suitable for scouting battles, night and sneak attacks." The Purple Thorn Emperor said.

"The Emperor is a wise man. The throat slitting scimitar is used for covert battles." Nan Feng said.

"This King isn't an enlightened person, how can This King manage a country? Your contribution points are enough, all of these added together are enough for a viscount. Where did you come from, and what sort of title do you want? " Purple Thorn Emperor put the design aside.

"Origin... I am a white cat, and my life starts with a white cat. " Nan Feng bowed and said to the Purple Thorn Emperor.

"Starting with Bunting? Don't you want your family to know your honor? Don't you want to bring your family honor? " Purple Thorn Emperor did not understand, because many people work hard to bring honor to their family.

"Please forgive me, Lord Prefect. Nan Feng doesn't want to live in the shadows of the past. Nan Feng explained.

"Alright, with ambition. This King can predict that you will not regret your decision to start with Bai Ding. This is your honor. Cultivate hard, and you will become a warrior of the kingdom." Purple Thorn Emperor said as he slapped the table.

"I will definitely become a warrior. Thank you Lord Prefect for your understanding and understanding." Nan Feng knelt on one knee and performed a Sergeant salute.