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

Rong Sheng turned around and saw the black iron dagger that he once carried with him.

"Xuanlin, you actually carried it with you all this time?"

After a moment of surprise, Rong Sheng immediately took the knife.

Then she exerted force with her right hand, and as the sword was drawn out of the sheath, all the energy of the Cloud Wind Art was injected into it.

Her eyes flashed and she swiftly shot the dagger in her hand out of the window.

Song Zanqing also rushed out of the wooden house in a hurry.

I saw the blade passing through the air quickly, bringing up a strong wind.

Wherever he went, branches swayed and flowers and plants shook.

Regardless of his silver beard fluttering in the wind, Songtsenqen's sharp eyes always followed the trajectory of the dagger.

The dagger drew a clean curve in the air and then fell rapidly downwards.

Only when the blade penetrated the loose soil did the surroundings return to calm.

And Song Zanqing also breathed a sigh of relief.

"What a great skill—"

It is exactly the same as the heroic figure of General Shen Huo wielding his sword back then.

"Elder, now you should believe it."

Rong Sheng walked to Song Zanqing's side and pulled the dagger out of the ground.

Then he presented the knife handle to Song Zanqing and said, "My father once taught me to carve this kind of pattern. You can compare it. This pattern should be 90% similar to the one on my father's knife."

Songtsenqing was still savoring the shocking scene that had just occurred.

When he saw the pattern in front of him, he was stunned for a moment before finally coming back to his senses.

He looked at the lines carefully, and gradually the answer came to his mind.

"Ha ha--"

Under the gaze of Song Xuanlin and Rong Sheng, he suddenly laughed heartily a few times.

He nodded and looked at the pattern on the hilt in front of him again. At this moment, all the knots in his heart seemed to be untied, and even the wrinkles on his forehead were smoothed out a lot.

"How could such a coincidence happen in the world? The daughter of my savior could actually fall from the sky."

Song Zanqing slowly retracted his smile and looked at Rong Sheng with a sigh, "Since you are not dead, why did you come to this bitter and cold northern border?"

Seeing that Song Zanqing finally believed in himself, Rong Sheng also relaxed.

But when she thought of the past, the hatred in her eyes surfaced again: "The entire Shen family was harmed by the Chidan royal family and the current King Jin of Dazhen. Now that I have come back from the dead, I must make them pay with blood."

"So that's why you guys are fighting Wanyan Zongyu on the top of the snowy mountain?"

"That's right," Rong Sheng nodded, "My martial arts skills were originally on par with Wanyan Zongyu's, but now he has the evil magic of the Black Demon Clan, so I am at a disadvantage."

During the time she was in Prince Jin's Mansion, she had indeed been studying ways to deal with the Black Demon Clan's martial arts.

He also improved his own skills, but the secret skills of the Black Demon Clan after his tampering were truly powerful.

"I have seen a lot of the evil magic of the Dark Demon Clan,"

Song Zanqing stroked his beard thoughtfully, "At that time, the tribesmen wanted to use those evil spells that harmed people so much that they forced me to compromise. But after all, no matter how things change, they still have their roots in the orthodox martial arts of the Black Demon Clan, so they were not a threat to me."

"It's just that," he changed the subject, "I was outnumbered at the time, and they bewitched me when I was completely defenseless, so my body became so hunched."

"So that's it."

Rong Sheng suddenly realized. No wonder she felt a little strange when she first saw Song Zanqing.

It turned out that what she guessed was right. Song Zanqing's body was indeed corroded by the poison.

"I deeply sympathize with the elder's situation, but I also have a favor to ask."

Rong Sheng rolled his clear eyes and said, "I hope the elder can teach me how to break the evil magic of the Black Demon Clan."

Rong Sheng had this idea since Song Zanqing revealed his identity.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have worked so hard to prove herself and gain Song Zanqing's trust.

"I understand."

Songtsenqing was not at all surprised to hear this, as the hatred of genocide was irreconcilable.

Besides, she is the daughter of his savior, so no matter what her request is, he will try his best to satisfy it as long as he is able.

Thinking of this, he took out an exquisite wooden box the size of a fist from his arms.

As the lid of the box was gently opened, a dim light instantly poured out.

Rong Sheng immediately leaned over to look, and saw a teardrop-shaped black jade filling the entire space in the wooden box.

Although the light from the jade is dim, it always has a kind of mysterious energy that captivates the heart, making people unable to help but look sideways.

"Elder, what is this?"

Song Zanqing lowered his eyes and placed the jade stone in his palm, and said slowly: "This is the Black Soul Stone that only the elders of the Black Demon Clan are qualified to keep."

As he spoke, his eyes became somewhat cloudy: “This is also what those tribesmen really want to force me to hand over.”