The female general was reborn in the enemy's house? They all die!

After hearing this, Rong Sheng looked down at the sword in front of him again.

The sword surface is as smooth as a mirror, vaguely reflecting the outline of the person behind it.

He was also wearing a nightgown...

Rong Sheng murmured in his heart that this person was also in disguise, which meant that he, like himself, had come secretly to explore the secrets of the palace.

And since he could stay in the secret room safely, it meant that his martial arts skills must be no less than mine.

Who is he?

Thinking of this, she pretended to be a man with a deep voice and said, "My dear hero, I only know some secret techniques of mechanical devices. I accidentally discovered the secret passage of this palace and wanted to come in to steal some gold, silver and jewelry. This palace is very rich, so it's not too much for me to take some to supplement my family's expenses, right?"

"Besides," Rong Sheng paused and said in a kind tone, "Your Excellency was able to appear in this secret room unscathed. You must be a person of extraordinary martial arts. Since we have met today, it is fate. Why should we draw swords against each other?"

"You risked your life just to steal the gold, silver and jewelry?" The man behind him added a bit more strength, and a blood mark instantly appeared on Rong Sheng's neck. "I advise you to tell the truth!"

This guy is really hard to fool...

Rong Sheng felt a sharp pain in his neck and couldn't help but frown. It was not a good idea to continue in this stalemate. The longer it dragged on, the easier it would be for the people in the palace to discover him.

Thinking of this, she quietly clenched the flint in her hand while looking at the mechanisms on the surrounding walls.

"Why are you being so aggressive, my dear? I've already told you that I'm here for money, why don't you believe me?"

"The Jing'an Palace is heavily guarded. Even if you really come here for money, you may be able to steal but not spend it. Since you can enter this secret room, you are probably not a stupid thief. Tell me your true identity, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Since you are so ruthless, don't blame me for being rude!"

Before he finished speaking, Rong Sheng threw the flint in his hand with lightning speed.

The flint seemed to have eyes. It flew out at a high speed and accurately hit the defense switch on the wall above the two people's heads.

"Hush-hush-"

In an instant, countless arrows flew towards them from all around the secret room.

Seeing this, the person behind him quickly used the sword in his hand to block. Rong Sheng took the opportunity to break free, swiftly turned his body to cross the dense rain of arrows, and then landed in a safe place in the distance.

After catching his breath, Rong Sheng turned around and looked at the person who was still in the arrow formation.

This person has a tall and slender figure, with sharp and heroic features, and his sword dancing moves are also smooth and flowing.

Rong Sheng looked at it quietly for a moment, and suddenly his eyebrows twitched.

This sword-holding action, and this sword move...

How come he is exactly like Master...

She opened her eyes wide again and looked at the sword carefully.

This sword is...

Flying Snow Sword?!

She opened her mouth in disbelief, and the memories of her childhood as Shen Yun flooded into her mind again.

When Shen Yun first started learning martial arts as a child, her master Wei Xun gave her a set of Wei's unique sword manuals.

She was born in the General's Mansion. At a young age, she was interested in various martial arts secrets, and naturally she couldn't put this sword manual down.

As a little girl at that time, she practiced in the snow day after day without fear of the biting cold wind in late winter.

Within a month, the gifted girl had memorized all kinds of sword moves by heart, and gradually integrated them into her own, developing many sword techniques of her own.

Wei Xun was very pleased to see this, and he loved this smart and hardworking little apprentice very much.

When Shen Yun came of age, Wei Xun gave her a long sword he had made himself and named it "Feixue".

The Feixue Sword is made of the finest iron, with elegant snowflake patterns engraved all over it. The blade shines with a cold light and is extremely sharp.

Shen Yun was overjoyed and carried the Feixue Sword with him almost every day. He gradually mastered various sword moves to perfection.

Five years ago, in a multi-national martial arts competition held in the capital, Shen Yun was sent to compete against the Chidan Kingdom.

At that time, she and the fifth prince of the Chidan Kingdom were almost evenly matched. However, it was a martial arts competition after all, so Rong Sheng stopped at a certain point and did not use any ruthless force.

But who would have thought that the martial arts practiced by the opponent were so vicious and his moves were all deadly. In the end, the Feixue Sword was broken by the opponent in that competition.

After the competition, Shen Yun felt very sad holding the broken sword. After all, it was a sword given to her by her master and it was also her first sword, which she used quite easily.

During that period, she hardly practiced swordsmanship anymore, locked herself in the room every day, and was in a very depressed mood.

It happened that Wei Xun returned to the capital from the Southern Region. He saw Shen Yun for the first time and was very distressed to see that she was very depressed.

He took back the broken sword, stroked Shen Yun's head and said softly: "Yun'er, Master promised that I would make another one exactly the same for you!"

"Really, Master?"

"When has your master ever lied to you?"

"Haha, Master is the best!"

But later, things did not go as planned. Before the Feixue Sword could be re-appeared, Shen Yun died in Tuofeng Valley.

Rong Sheng withdrew his thoughts and looked at the man and the sword opposite him again.

Since this person has the Feixue Sword and knows Master's swordsmanship, he could be Master's subordinate.

Moreover, given the master's personality, he would never easily teach his unique sword skills to others, unless they were his closest and most trusted relatives.

Since he is the master's confidant, he is not my enemy.

Thinking of this, Rong Sheng immediately took out a flint from his sleeve and threw it towards the opposite wall.

The moment the flint hit the wall, the rain of arrows stopped abruptly.

The man in the arrow formation stopped what he was doing in surprise and turned to look at Rong Sheng.

"As you said, I am not a thief," Rong Sheng said quickly when he saw the man looking at him in confusion, "I just found this secret room by chance, and out of curiosity I wanted to find out what it is."

She looked down at the sword in the man's hand and continued, "I don't want to make an enemy of you. I just saw that the sword in your hand is really rare. Can I admire it?"

"My sword?"

The man looked down at the sword in his hand, nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, considering you helped me just now, why not show it to you."

Rong Sheng was delighted after hearing this, and looked eagerly at the man walking towards him with a sword in his hand.

As the man got closer, she could slowly see his features.

He has long, sword-like eyebrows and deep, bright eyes, revealing a rare heroic spirit and calmness.

Where have I seen these eyes before?

Rong Sheng searched quickly in his mind and suddenly thought of Ming Wang’s sharp eyes when he was in Ningyuan Temple.

Could he be...

Song Xuanlin?!