The "Blood Battle of Jiantian Valley" that made the entire Kaladia continent incredible three years ago is still full of doubts. Historians have different opinions, all kinds of gossip, secret and unofficial history continues to spread in the streets and alleys, which has evolved dozens of different versions, and has also cast a layer of inexploratory mystery. The most widely circulated and convincing historians is that when Xie Feng led a small number of teams into Jiantian Valley, intending to circle from the Kujit Khanate.

When Dao returned to Jiwading, he encountered 100 troops in the valley of Jiantian. At the critical moment when Xie Feng was in danger, a miracle appeared - God thought Xie Feng's life should not be extinct, so he showed miracles and killed all the 100 troops. As for why Xie Feng disappeared in the end, he was mostly taken away by God - yes, God, miracles. Now this can only be explained by this statement. Fortunately, most of the people in this era still firmly believe in the existence of God, so this explanation can be accepted by everyone.

"It's time to say it, it's time to go!" The minstrel spitted out countless saliva from his mouth, and the Lute qin, whose fingers kept fiddling, began to make a passionate tone. With this exciting sound of the minstrel, the minstrel continued to say: "Earl Clays drew out his sword, and the sword tip swung to Xie Feng under the valley! Suddenly, the troops were ordered and pulled the strings, and tens of thousands of arrows were covered with overwhelming rain from the above the valley..."

"Hey hey!" A guest who was closest to the minstrel in the tavern raised his wine glass and paused in the air, saying, "At that time, there were only 100 soldiers who were ambushing Xie Feng. Even if they were all crossbowmen, there were only 100 arrows? Where did tens of thousands of arrows come from?"

After being criticized by the guest, the minstrel didn't care at all. He continued to fiddle with the Lute Qin in his hand and said, "And Xie Feng, seeing countless arrows flying over, he had to resolutely draw out his sword when he had no choice but to learn his lesson!" This time he learned his lesson, and no longer said in detail how many arrows he had to say, "as if countless" ones.

The guest interrupted again, "The sword is not a shield, what's the use of drawing a sword?"

"Dun!" The minstrel's hand thrust hard on the strings, and the sound made scared everyone present to shock. Just as everyone was still in shock, the minstrel's hand trembled violently on the strings again, and the zither immediately made a more intense sound.

"Xie Feng pulled out his sword and started dancing around him. His hands became faster and faster, faster and faster!" Everyone didn't know whether Xie Feng's hands were getting faster and faster at that time, but only knew that the minstrel in front of him had started to get faster and faster.

The bonifer began to speak quickly and said repeatedly: "The sword in Xie Feng's hand transformed into countless sword shadows, and a sword wall formed next to Xie Feng. The arrow hit the sword wall and made a jingle sound. Hundreds of thousands of arrows, but none of them could injure Xie Feng!" It was really healed and forgot the pain. This time the number of arrows soared directly to hundreds of thousands.

The bonfire continued to say with great affection: "When the archers saw that they could not hurt Xie Feng, they continued to draw bows and shoot arrows. When Xie Feng saw that they were about to continue shooting arrows, they continued to dance the sword wall, and the arrow hit the sword wall, making a tingling sound again, but they still couldn't hurt Xie Feng! When the archers saw that they could not hurt Xie Feng, they continued to draw bows and shoot arrows. When Xie Feng saw that they were about to continue shooting arrows, they continued to dance the sword wall, and the arrow hit the sword wall, and made a tingling sound again, but they still couldn't hurt Xie Feng! When the archers saw that the archers still couldn't hurt Xie Feng, they continued to pull..."

"Hey hey hey!" The guest finally couldn't help but shouted, "Why do you always repeat these sentences? Can you just talk about what happened next?"

The minstrel jumped and said helplessly: "Okay." Then he turned his tone and said: "In the end, the crossbowman found that the arrows were gone, but looking at Xie Feng, he was still fine, and there was no arrow wound on his body."

"Haha!" The guest laughed: "You brag too much. You said Xie Feng could use his sword to push away one or two arrows. I still believe that if you insist on Swadia's crossbowmen have shot all the arrows, I won't believe that I can kill you."

"Bang!" Suddenly, the minstrel slapped his hand hard on the strings, and the sound of the minstrel suddenly stopped. The guest was startled. Just as the minstrel could not help but get mad, the minstrel showed an intriguing smile on his face and said to the guest, "You don't know this."

The guest swallowed, and saw that the minstrel had no intention of attacking, so he said, "This... I really don't know..."

The minstrel smiled and said, "I have an information about it at that time, and you definitely don't know it!"

Everyone suddenly became happy, and the guest smiled and said, "It's another gossip? Tell me, what version is this time? Did Xie Feng suddenly grow wings and fly, or did he suddenly crawl out of the valley?"

The minstrel shook his head, and his fingers began to gently tweak the strings of the piano again, saying, "No, no, no, you are wrong. It's not a rumor, it's true. This information was told by my brother - you know the "Guardian" under the command of King Wilson of the New Virgia Kingdom? My brother is one of the Guardians."

"Oh?" When everyone heard this, their attention was immediately concentrated. If it was the rumor from the members of the Guardian Guard, it would be believed. Three years ago, when King Wilson was the leader of the newly restored coalition and fought against Yarogerke in a life-and-death battle with him to regain his throne, he heard that Xie Feng was in trouble and immediately organized 500 soldiers to rush to the Jiantian Valley for rescue. What was the situation and what phenomena were in the Jiantian Valley at that time, only about 500 people in the Kaladia continent knew about it. As King Wilson's personal guard, the Guardian must have been among the 500 people at the beginning. The rumor from them must have been paid attention to.

Seeing that everyone present had their eyes focused on him, the minstrel nodded with satisfaction, gently plucked the strings of the piano, making monotonous sounds, but he didn't speak.

The customer was anxious and said, "What's the news? Tell me quickly, don't keep it from being kept."

When the minstrel heard this, he reached out and touched his neck, as if he was talking to himself: "Oh, after talking for so long, his throat has become a little dry."

Hearing this, the guest hurriedly took out a copper coin from his arms, slapped it on the table, and shouted: "Boss! Give him a glass of iced ale! The money is mine."

Soon, the waiter brought a glass of cold ale to the bard.

The minstrel smiled slightly, took the ale, and took a deep sip. In the early summer, which was gradually beginning to hot, in the desert country where the temperature was extremely high, how could it be so cool? The minstrel who was drinking the cold ale was about to have a happy face.

Half of the drinks, although I still haven't finished my wish, the minstrel dare not drink any more... The next glass of ale has not yet settled. Although the ale is delicious, it costs a dinar one, which is really not cheap.

Seeing the minstrel put down the wine glass, the guest shouted anxiously: "You have also drunk the wine, so keep talking."

The minstrel was still immersed in the icy sip of ale in front of him. After savoring for a moment, he plucked the strings of his fingers and said, "My brother, I participated in the rescue operation in the Mitian Valley that year. When I arrived at Mitian Valley, that scene was simply..."

The guest interrupted, "It's bloody, right? Many versions mention this, and what I want to listen to is the key point."

The minstrel frowned and said, "Okay, okay, the point is that - the corpses in the Jiantian Valley are piled up like mountains, but Xie Feng's body can't be found or Xie Feng's people can't be seen."

The guest interrupted again, "We know this too, the key point is the key point!"

The minstrel gave the guest a blank look and said, "Listen to me - Xie Feng is gone. For King Wilson... He was still a prince at that time, and of course it was a big deal for him, so he immediately sent someone to search. And my brother finally found a sword."

The guest said, "What's so great about a sword? The ground was covered with swords!"

The minstrel suddenly stopped the sound of the piano, raised the half glass of ale that was placed aside and drank it all, then stood up with a "huh" sound and said loudly: "I won't say it anymore!"

When the guest heard this, he quickly shouted, "Ah! I was wrong! I won't interrupt anymore!" Then he took out a copper coin and slapped it on the table, shouting, "Boss, give him another glass of iced ale!"

The minstrel smiled secretly and then sat down slowly.

After the minstrel sat down, the waiter handed over another glass of ale. The minstrel held the ale in his hand, stopped playing the piano, and spoke directly: "That sword is Xie Feng's sword - the sword of the Atonement and Soul-Suppressing Sword." After that, he raised his cup and took a sip.

When everyone heard this, they began to whisper. Although it was Xie Feng's sword, it could not explain anything. The guest was about to ask a question, but he looked at the minstrel at the mouth and held back.

The minstrel pretended to be deep and said, "I know, you must be thinking in your heart - just a sword, what can it mean? Right?"

Everyone nodded at the same time.

The minstrel continued, "But you must not have imagined that Xie Feng's sword was broken when it was found, and each piece of fragment was no more than the size of a fingernail."

Everyone was uproaring. It was normal to say that the sword was broken, but it was indeed a bit incredible if it was broken and broken into the size of a fingernail.

After a long time, someone asked, "Why did the sword break?"

The minstrel did not answer, and drank most of the wine in the cup, and then said, "Didn't I just say that, Xie Feng used a sword to block arrows, blocking millions of arrows, and then the sword could not stand it, so he broke small pieces!"

"Tsk..." Everyone shouted in unison, then ignored the minstrels and chatted with their companions.

"Hey!" The minstrel hurriedly said, "Otherwise, how can you explain the shattering of Xie Feng's sword? No one knows what happened in the Miantian Valley at that time. This is the best explanation."

Obviously, the words of the minstrel did not arouse the interest of everyone. The minstrel sighed, and then drank the half of the remaining glass of ale. After putting down the glass, he raised his head and saw a young man watching him in a corner of the tavern. The young man had a slutty hair and a stubble face. He was holding the wine glass in his hand and drinking the ale in one sip - it was the smallest wine glass, and only one sip. The young man had been drinking the wine with the smallest wine glass, and there was a waiter who poured wine for him at any time.

The minstrel smiled slightly, stood up, walked to the young man, and said with a compliment: "You think I'm right?"

The young man ignored it and said lightly: "I just think what you said is interesting."

The minstrel's eyes lit up and said, "I also wrote a poem for Xie Feng's 'Blood Battle of the Mid-Tian Valley'. Do you want to listen?"

The young man drank wine and said lightly: "You can talk and see."

"It's okay to say...that..." As he said that, the minstrel glanced at the wine glass in the young man's hand.

Seeing this, the young man smiled slightly, then turned to the waiter who could pour wine for him at any time, and said, "Give him a pot."

On the other side of the tavern, a middle-aged man kept watching the minstrel's every move. When he saw that the young man was so generous, he asked the minstrel to drink a pot of expensive ice ale, he said to himself: "Who is that young man? He seems to be very rich, and he specially asked a waiter to pour wine for him."

An elderly man sitting next to him heard this and said, "You just came to Dukuba, are you?"

The middle-aged man was stunned and turned his head and replied, "Although it's not the first time I've come here, I don't come often."

The old man smiled and explained, "No wonder, almost everyone here knows him."

The middle-aged man asked, “Is he so famous?”

The old man smiled and said, "As for being famous, it's not considered a good person, but when it comes to his name "Feng Xie", he dare not say that the entire Dukuba is at least within several streets in this area, most people know it."

PS1: Last week, the graduation thesis was prepared, so it was closed for one day and today it was updated. I only notified the original post of this novel. For readers who did not have the notification in place and had a little love for this novel, I sincerely say I would like to say sorry. PS: The name of this volume should be "Nirvana", and the second word is a "mu" character under the character "Pan". However, when inputted, it is automatically converted to "Nirvana". No matter how you change it, you cannot change the character "pan". I don't know why. (To be continued)
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