Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

Lu Yuan calmly took off the water bag from his waist, took a small sip, and put the water bag back again.

The martial arts he used was exactly the move of thirty turns in the air from the swordsmanship tradition.

There are many people who have heard of Kenshuden, but few people have actually seen Kenshuden. These people are so afraid of him because they don't know that this is a move from Kenshuden.

Only God knows how much internal energy he spent when he just used that move. If it weren't for the spiritual spring, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

If the old man had just taken the opportunity to make a sneak attack, he might not even have the strength to fight back. Fortunately, he has always had strong self-control and did not show his weakness for the first time.

"Old... old man, what should we do now?" The big man stared at Lu Yuan fearfully, his eyes full of fear.

He realized belatedly that if Lu Yuan wanted to kill him last night, it would have been easy, but he let him go.

The only possibility is that Lu Yuan did it on purpose and wanted to use him to find their location.

No wonder he would come alone. If he could possess such terrifying and weird martial arts, he would definitely not be afraid of it.

"Who are you?"

The old man's turbid and old eyes stared at him warily, feeling a little wary in his heart.

Generally, people with such martial arts skills should be ranked among the best in the world, but although he has not seen all the famous ones, he has seen almost all their portraits, and there is absolutely no such young person.

Lu Yuan rested on a big tree for a long time, and said with a smile: "I don't change my name when I'm walking down, and I don't change my surname when I sit down. That's the case for Lu Yuan."

"Lu Yuan?" The old man frowned, but what he was thinking in his heart was that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Old man, my subordinates have heard from military advisors that he is the son of the mighty general of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is also the undefeated myth among the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is said that none of the battles he fought were failed."

Hearing this, the old man suddenly realized: "So you are Lu Yuan, no wonder!"

Yes, although there were few rumors about this person in the world, he occasionally heard people talking about him, so naturally he had heard of it.

It is said that the young man was only sixteen years old, but he knew both astronomy and geography, and was deeply trusted by the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty. Now it seems that what those people said was not false.

If his son could be half as talented as someone else, why would he commit himself to those barbarian armies.

After all, if it weren't for him, how could his son, who only knew how to drink and have fun, become the leader of the barbarian army?

In two years' time, when he closes his eyes, how many of those people in the barbarian army will be able to convince him?

The old man sighed deeply in his heart, and his eyes looking at Lu Yuan changed from disdain to awe.

"Young Master Lu has such high attainments in martial arts at such a young age, but we have to decide the northern part of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

Being in the barbarian army, you can't help yourself.

In order to survive, they have no choice but to fight against someone as unpredictable as Lu Yuan.

If they don't work hard, they will starve to death one day, but if they work hard, there might be a glimmer of hope.

Lu Yuan opened his thin lips slightly, and just as he was about to speak, he heard the old man say again: "Young Master Lu, does he know that it hasn't rained in the north for several years?"

Lu Yuan frowned, unable to guess what the old man was thinking.

I just heard the old man think about himself with a wry smile and said: "Looking at you, you must not know. I tell you, it has been three years. The rain last night was already three years late. If it weren't for this river, we would have just I’m afraid I’ve already starved to death.”