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  Thanks for the reward from book brother's invitation, haha.

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  Although it was a thank you, Liu Feng couldn't hear any sincerity from Huang Chengyan's tone, it was as dull as a dish without any salt.

  Liu Feng's rescue of Huang Yue Mei was just a simple matter, he didn't have the intention of seeking reward or compensation for his actions. However, Huang Cheng Yan's cold response made it seem like what Liu Feng did wasn't saving his daughter's life, but rather just casually taking care of her along the way, as if it was an insignificant trivial matter.

  This attitude made Liu Feng feel very displeased in his heart.

  "Miss Yue Mei, I have already handed her over to Huang Gong intact. As I still have something to attend to, I will take my leave first." The other party's attitude was cold and distant, Liu Feng also didn't want to try to please them, so he decided to bid farewell immediately.

  Huang Yue Mei quickly pulled him back: "Today's medicine hasn't been changed yet, why don't I help you change the medicine and we can eat dinner together before leaving?"

  Huang Yue Mei's concern had dissipated Liu Feng's earlier displeasure, but before he could even open his mouth, Huang Yue Ying beside him said: "The young master's status is noble, and there will naturally be a dedicated doctor to help him change the dressing, so little sister doesn't need to get involved."

  Having said that, Huang Yueying bowed her knees to Liu Feng and smiled: "Thank you so much for taking care of my younger sister on this trip. I'm sure you have other important things to attend to, so we won't bother you any further."

  The ugly-looking woman in front of her, although her tone was much more polite than her father's, had a hint of not wanting to let Meibrow spend too much time with him, or rather, a sense of reverence and distance towards this young master.

  The attitude of the Huang father and daughter made Liu Feng extremely uncomfortable, but for a moment he couldn't guess whether their words and actions were due to the restraint of the monarch-subject relationship or if they had other intentions.

  Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Liu Feng showed a calm demeanor and smiled faintly: "Madam Huang is too polite, we are all family, no need to thank each other, then I'll take my leave."

  Turning around, Liu Feng's gaze coincidentally met Huang Yuemei's eyes, and from her gaze, Liu Feng vaguely saw a hint of reluctance.

  "Miss, take care of yourself. I'll visit you at the mansion again if I have the chance." Liu Feng didn't show much reluctance and bid farewell with a calm expression.

  Liu Jiajun's 5,000 troops entered the city, making this newly established Jiangxia government office a central city of Jingzhou for a time, after Xiangyang and Jiangling. People from all over who refused to surrender to Cao heard that Liu Xuande had not died in the Battle of Changban but had fled to Xiakou, where he joined forces with Crown Prince Liu Qi to raise the anti-Cao banner again, and they flocked to Xiakou from all directions to join him.

  As for Cao Pi, after two major victories in Dangyang and Handan, the army did not rush to Jiangxia, but instead marched south to occupy Jiangling, the seat of Nanjun. After capturing this central stronghold of Jingzhou, Cao Pi suspended his offensive, deploying troops to take over newly surrendered northern counties while sending envoys south to summon the surrender of four southern counties that had been in a state of semi-independence since Liu Biao's time.

  As the governor of Jiangxia, Liu Qi fulfilled his duty as a host and not only provided barracks and food for the Liu family army but also let his uncle live in his own government office. He himself moved to the military camp north of Xiakou City. As the eldest son of the Liu family, Liu Feng followed Liu Bei to move into the government office.

  Since the withdrawal from Fancheng, Liu Feng had been living a life of wind and rain for nearly a month, using the sky as his bed and the earth as his seat. Now he finally has a comfortable place to settle down and no longer needs to live in fear every day, going hungry one moment and full the next. With improved living conditions, after several days of recuperation, Liu Feng's wounds began to heal gradually.

  After dinner, Liu Feng walked out of the hall and took a stroll.

  The place where he lived was once Liu Qi's study, and in front of the door was a large courtyard. In the center of the courtyard was a neatly trimmed lawn, on which stood an ancient tree that seemed to touch the sky. The grey-green canopy spread out in all directions, almost covering half of the courtyard. On either side of the trunk were stone slabs, on which were placed weapon racks, holding various types of weapons. This courtyard must have been where Liu Qi practiced martial arts and trained his troops after studying.

  At this moment, a bright moon is sailing between the thin clouds, and the bright moonlight is leaking through the leaves of the big trees, sprinkling all over the courtyard. Liu Feng looked at the weapons on the rack, suddenly interested, took a few steps forward, and casually picked up a steel spear.

  A low whistle, the long spear in his hand transformed into a silver snake flying up and down, the fierce gust of wind shook violently with the flashing shadow of the spear. In the crisscrossing gusts of wind, the leaves of the ancient tree fell one after another, the birds between the trees were startled, flapping their wings to escape. At this moment, Liu Feng was like returning to the battlefield of thousands of soldiers and horses, his heart involuntarily surging with that thrilling feeling of confronting the enemy.

  His marksmanship was not delayed, and it seemed that his body had recovered as usual. Moreover, he felt that his marksmanship had made great progress compared to more than ten days ago. However, after several dances, Liu Feng's hand suddenly changed, and he always felt that there was something invisible that made the long gun in his hand unable to be used freely when dancing.

  Suddenly, he withdrew his gun, and in his mind, he couldn't help but recall the scene of his fight with Xu Chu that day. The first knife looked so ordinary, without any fancy moves or aesthetic appeal; such a simple move could be made by anyone, including himself.

  But whether it's strength or speed, can you reach Xu Chu's almost perfect realm?

  Beyond reach!

  Why is there such a big difference with just an ordinary slash? Is it simply due to physical differences?

  In his mind, the figure of Zhao Yun reappeared. When facing a hundred tiger and leopard riders, that one white shadow charging forward alone, sweeping away everything with an unstoppable momentum. Similarly, a silver spear in his hand, even Xu Zhu's one slash was hard to withstand, but in Zhao Yun's hands it seemed to merge into his body, and when he wielded it, it was as if he had entered a state of divine inspiration.

  Liu Feng once again picked up the silver spear, closed his eyes, and thought back to Zhao Yun's spear techniques with all his might. The silver spear began to dance, each move and style carefully imitating Zhao Yun's technique. Relying on his own intuition, the silver spear became more and more agile in his hands, sometimes like a dragon breaking through waves, sometimes like snowflakes swirling in the sky. At one moment, he seemed to be able to enter a state of complete absorption, as if he were Zhao Yun himself. The ambition in his heart, which knew no bounds, transformed into the flying shadow of the spear in his hand, with an aura that seemed to sweep everything away.

  In the blink of an eye, a massive formation composed of over a hundred tiger and leopard riders appeared in the distance. The gun technique that Zhao Yun used to break through the enemy lines was etched into his mind. Imitating his technique, the large gun tip advanced in a straight line, its blade transforming into endless silver rain threads halfway, with countless fantasies hiding the true style within.

  In the instant of collision, countless rain threads merged into a silver line. Just as he swung his hand out in an attack, he suddenly felt that all strength had left his sword tip, leaving it empty and hollow.

  Suddenly opening his eyes, a drop of sweat quietly rolled down from his forehead.

  At the last moment of drawing a gun, it was still a failure, and even Liu Feng couldn't figure out where the problem lay.

  "It seems I am not Zhao Zilong after all."

  Just as Liu Feng shook his head and sighed, a burst of applause suddenly erupted from behind him.

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