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Cheng Qing wasn't actually that worried about the war. After all, with his military prowess, it would be difficult for him to be at a disadvantage on the battlefield with the overall information available.
On the contrary, he was more concerned about whether there would be anyone else who would come and save Yelu Mingguang in the recent days.
Because it was the final battle of the Hundred Miles Battlefield, when the next day came, not only would the Song Feudal Lords not go all out, their main forces would not stay in Zhen Yuan City.
However, there was bound to be no answer. Cheng Qing was not sure if the Qin family had made a deal with the Yelu clan, nor did he know if those great powers that might not exist had the mind and strength to rescue Yelu Mingguang before the decisive battle.
Song Xuejun wasn't here at first, but when Cheng Qing and Song Qianshu were halfway through their meal, the apple-faced little girl ran over.
It was actually a bit inappropriate to talk about running over here, because when they entered the yard, the lady suddenly stopped her speed and entered the house slowly in the strict manner of a lady.
After a meal, Cheng Qing bid Song Qianshu farewell. He still had to find Yang Ruoxi and ask her if she wanted to fight together tomorrow. Song Xuejun, who had always been eating in a proper manner and chewing on the food slowly, did not show any signs of being exceptional.
When Song Qianshu saw Cheng Qing out, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in scholarly robes walking leisurely through the crowd.
"Do you see that person?" That is the City Lord of Zhenyuan City, the general of the Imperial Guards from Beijing, Bai Xiuli. " Song Qianshu glanced at the middle-aged man.
"Bai Xiuli?" Cheng Qing looked at him but didn't say anything.
Bai Xiuli, a general from the Imperial Guards, from an influential family with an extraordinary cultivation base. In his previous life, when Cheng Qing led the million strong army of the Western Lion Empire to fight alongside the Uighur army, the other party was his right-hand man.
Wang Erdan Potion Shop.
As the sun set in the west, a pair of strong man's feet entered the door at the same time as the night.
After Cheng Qing and Song Qianshu left, the old man who had been reading behind the counter, whom even Wei Nian Ci had given to the shop assistant upon entering, stood up from his chair and closed the book in his hands, as if he had sensed something in his heart.
What appeared in Wang Er's line of sight was a middle-aged man with a resolute and refined appearance. His navy blue robes were spotless, and there were no stubble on his cheeks. He walked in a steady posture. Even when walking on the ground, he gave off the feeling of walking on thin ice.
His eyes were very bright, the kind of brightness that intentionally made peace impossible to conceal.
A smile appeared on Wang Er's face when he saw this middle-aged man. It was different from the smile he had when he was facing Chen Qing, which was filled with admiration and gratification. He was like an old man about to die.
The middle-aged man stopped in front of the counter and respectfully bowed with his hands cupped in salute, "Student greets teacher."
Wang Er smiled and said, "There is no teacher here. There is only an old man selling pills."
Even though he said that, but there was a hint of a proud smile in his benevolent smile, which showed his true intentions.
The middle-aged man took out two jars of wine from his Cosmic Bag and gently placed them on the counter. "This is teacher's favorite, Frozen Spring. I have brought two jars."
If Cheng Qing was here, he would have noticed that this middle-aged man was the Bai Xiu Li that he had just glimpsed.