Gazing out at the vast ocean

  Eating till full, rubbing one's belly in satisfaction.

  "Full?" Pan Yu Yang followed her hand and looked at Yan's belly.

  "Ah, Moon Sun, I'm so tired. These past few days have been spent sleeping in the horse carriage, my bones are almost scattered." Yan's face smiled as he lay down on his bed and pressed his hand against it again.

  "What's going on?" Pan Yu Yang also went over.

  "It's so soft, much softer than in a horse-drawn carriage." Yan'er lay on the bed, reluctant to get up.

  "Then go to bed and rest well." Rubbing her soft hair, Pan Yu Yang also got up to change clothes.

  "King of Moon?" Yan'er looked at him and was about to take off his helmet, but hurriedly stopped him.

  Pan Yu Yang looked at her with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong? Can't even serve her husband in dressing?"

  Her face, seeing through his thoughts, was a bit embarrassed: "I hate it!" She still walked over to help him undress.

  Qianer struggled to take off his iron clothes: "This thing is so heavy, how can you bear it?"

  "I'm used to it, I'll do it myself, little thing." Pan Yu Yang pinched her nose and easily took off the iron clothes.

  Her face felt a bit difficult, it turned out that what Baili Moyu said was true, Yuexiang had been cultivated as a killing tool since childhood, looking at him wearing those thick clothes, and saying he was used to it. She heard Baili Moyu say before that Yuexiang started following his father to fight at the age of 16, and started killing people at the age of 16, in order to survive.

  Thinking of this, Yan's face suddenly flushed and she tightly hugged Pan Yueyang: "Yueyang~" She rubbed her small face against his chest, just like a little cat, making Pan Yueyang feel itchy in his heart.

  He lifted her face, a light kiss, but it was like a flood that couldn't be stopped, fiercely pinning down the back of her head, as if he wanted to press her into his own body, crazily seeking a kiss from her.

  "Oh..." Under this teasing, her face weakly moaned a soft cry.

  Pan Yu Yang gave a sly smile, his fingers lightly snapping, the swaying candlelight in the camp was extinguished, he didn't want to let Bai see a shadowy figure outside.

  "Hush... baby, keep your voice down." Pan Yu Yang whispered in her ear, his hot breath also brushing against her earlobe, another thrill.

  She raised her face and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his head down to her body...

  In the early morning, the weather in late July was somewhat cool and refreshing, without the sweltering heat.

  Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she saw Pan Yu Yang had already started dressing and quickly got out of bed: "Yu Yang, let me help you."

  Pan Yu Yang's face immediately darkened.

  "What's wrong?" Her face was somewhat surprised, last night they were still affectionate and inseparable, but today early morning he had changed into a different person, this man was indeed quicker to change his face than to turn the pages of a book.

  "Go get dressed." Pan Yu Yang touched her waist.

  She lowered her head and took a peek, then blushed and quickly hid under the covers again: "I-I was in such a hurry, I forgot to put on clothes."

  Pan Yu Yang's smile faltered. If she were at home, she could have just forgotten about it, but this was a military camp, and if others saw her expression...

  "Brother Yáng, are you going into town today?" Yan'er started dressing herself.

  "It's fine for you to stay here." Pan Yu Yang didn't answer her question and lifted up the tent flap to leave.

  "General!" The soldiers had long been ready outside, just waiting for the general to come out. Although they didn't dare say it, they were all secretly delighted in their hearts, looking at the general's refreshed and spirited appearance... a small victory after the new marriage.

  "Ah, Moonlight, haha, you're in high spirits!" Gu Yin He couldn't help but tease him a bit after seeing that he had already come out of his tent.

  Pan Yuexiang's face turned stern as he looked at each soldier: "Today, when we enter the city, do not touch a single hair of the civilians! My rules are clear to everyone!" After finishing speaking, a small soldier led over his horse and he jumped onto it.

  Everyone also put away their minds, extremely powerful and majestic.

  Outside the city, Pan Yu Yang raised his hand and the troops stopped moving.

  "General Pan is under the city," said the guardian of Moon City standing at the gate.

  "It is indeed!" Gu Yin He Hui said, true ink marks, but still did not open the city gate.

  "Show your badge!"

  Pan Yu Yang slowly reached into his bosom, his movements slow. He felt something was off: "I was in a hurry when I came out and didn't bring it with me." He narrowed his eyes to observe the surroundings of Moon City.

  What's wrong with Pan Yu Yang? Does she have some kind of problem?!

  Pan Yu Yang coldly smiled.

  "You're quite vigilant, knowing that we are under General Pan's command. Go back and report to General Pan, and be sure to bring the token to request opening the gate!" Gu Yin He signaled with his eyes to the small commander beside him, who was also a clever person, quietly ordering the army to retreat.

  "Hahaha." Suddenly a burst of laughter carrying an icy chill came from the castle tower above.

  Pan Yu Yang tightly grasped the long spear in his hand.

  "Who in the world doesn't know that Pan Yueyang, the number one general of Banchao Country, wields a long spear?" The words were spoken with a hint of evil intent.

  "Withdrew more than half." Gu Yin said in a low voice to Pan Yueyang.

  The Moon City had long been lost, and the enemy army deliberately closed the city gate to confuse with false appearances. The messenger may not have had time to send the battle situation to the Imperial City before encountering misfortune. In other words, they only kept the Moon City and deliberately did not move forward, is there another plan?

  Pan Yu Yang was thinking repeatedly in her mind about a few reliable answers, catching turtles in a jar! Indeed sinister.

  "Everyone, retreat back to the camp at full speed, Ou He, lead the troops and leave this place first." Pan Yu Yang coldly gazed at the people on the high city wall.

  Wearing a purple robe, his voice carried three parts of evil charm, three parts of light madness and three parts of cold intent. He hummed, though he couldn't see the other's face clearly, he had already guessed a few things: "Tian Feng, the first warrior to observe Cang Hai, indeed lives up to his reputation."

  The man on the city wall smiled slightly: "Mutual understanding, I've long heard that the Pan family of Panshan is a martial general's family for generations."

  He looked at the retreating army and sneered: "Is that all?"

  Pan Yu Yang swung his long spear, bringing a gust of strong wind: "Disturb my rivers and mountains, die!"

  "Haha, dead? Then why did you make your troops retreat so quickly? Giving up without a fight?" Guan Canghai knew that Pan Yue had no intention of attacking at this time.

  It was said that at this time, a purple shadow flew down quickly from the sky above the vast ocean. Pan Yueyang jumped onto his horse's back and saw that this person did not seem to be in a hurry to start fighting, but rather wanted to fight with him alone!

  Gazing at the vast ocean, Pan Yueyang didn't have a moment to spare before a strange martial arts move whipped out silver threads. In an instant, he felt numerous threads flying towards him. With a swift turn of his spear, Pan Yueyang entwined the threads and stood face to face with his opponent.

  This is the time to exert internal force, all weapons are affected by internal force, and they stop in mid-air one after another. The silver thread is soft and fine, but it can take lives. Pan Yu Yang's long spear is holding onto the silver thread without relaxing for even half an inch.

  The two men also observed each other in this confrontation, and Guan Canghai couldn't help but let out an evil smile: "Hmph, I've long heard that General Pan's spear sweeps horizontally with no one able to match him. Today, let me see it for myself!"

  A silver thread, like a long sword, easily broke free from the long spear. Pan Yuanyang charged forward and just as Guan Canghai was about to retract his thread, he suddenly struck it open with his spear. Guan Canghai let out a low laugh, and another thread shot out from his sleeve. Pan Yuanyang flipped over to dodge the fatal blow, landed steadily on the ground, and inserted the long spear into the earth with a casual motion. It seemed effortless, but without sufficient internal energy, the ground was hard for three feet, and the spearhead was flat and round, something ordinary people couldn't do.

  Guan Canghai also suffered a small loss, just as the opponent saw his other silver thread come out and dodge his attack by changing direction. However, the ten-layered power of the long gun came over, and in the blink of an eye, he was shaken by the opponent's strong internal force. In their exchange, the opponent's internal force was pure and had a strong yang energy that was too fierce, while Guan Canghai's internal force was yin and gentle, so he couldn't win in a prolonged battle.

  Seeing a long spear thrust into the ground three feet deep, gazing at the evil smile of the dark sea, with one shake, the silver thread behind him flew out again.

  He didn't expect that Pan Yu Yang's exceptional marksmanship and his long spear that never left his hand were not his true weapons, but the soft sword at his waist!

  Just as the silver thread was about to reach Pan Yueyang, he turned around and drew out the soft sword from his waist. The soft sword and the silver thread were both flexible yet powerful weapons. Pan Yueyang's soft sword instantly merged with his body, transforming into countless sword lights that launched a fierce attack on the opponent's weak points.

  The silver thread launched a long-range attack, easily entangling the opponent. However, the soft sword was not afraid of being entwined. In an instant, Pan Yueyang had already shortened the distance between himself and the silver thread. The silver thread suddenly retracted, and another wave of attacks unfolded. With a fierce onslaught, he still couldn't get close to his opponent's body. Pan Yueyang grew somewhat irritated, his soft sword striking faster and more accurately at his opponent's vital points. Every time he reached a critical moment, his opponent would withdraw their attack, not allowing him to get close.

  After several rounds of watching Cang Hai, Pan Yueyang couldn't help but admire him, able to wield the soft sword with such mastery!

  Seeing the man in purple clothes had the intention to retreat after receiving the invitation, Pan Yueyang did not go after him. Since the other party has already occupied Moon City and hesitated to advance, he must have a purpose. He wanted to go back and discuss with Gu Yinhe!

  "Ha! Hearing about someone is not as good as meeting them, General Pan is indeed a rare opponent!" Guan Canghai smiled and chatted, with silver threads pouring into his sleeve mouth, what a elegant demeanor.

  "Admittedly! General Guan is also a high-ranking official, and in just a few years, he has become the most powerful person in Fengguo that no one can surpass. Pan Mou is even more admiring!" He thought back to when he, Pan Yu Yang, was 16 years old and followed his father to fight wars, from a small general to a commander-in-chief who fought for 12 years before being recognized by his father and family, and now has the current status. However, this mysterious Guan Canghai with an evil aura suddenly appeared in Fengtian Country and became the most powerful Grand Marshal and Minister of War in just a few short years! In this battle at Moon City, he even took to the battlefield personally. Pan Yu Yang had thought that under his leadership, no one would dare to invade Longwang Country, but since Guan Canghai appeared, Fengguo has been constantly harassing the borders of Longwang Country, and it's getting more and more arrogant.

  "We'll meet again someday." A faint smile spread across his face, accompanied by an endless chill.

  This temperature is ten times more ruthless than Pan Yueyang's coldness!

  "Follow to the end!" Pan Yu Yang slanted his eyes, looking at the horse not far away. He thought that today was just a duel between two generals, and there were no other factors involved. The opponent had obviously lost interest in fighting. With a surge of internal energy, he flew onto the horseback with light footwork. A palm wind blew, and the long spear was pulled out from the ground not far away.

  Another surge of internal force came over, Pan Yu Yang looked at his long spear standing upright in mid-air for many years: "Heh, I didn't expect General Guan to be interested in hard weapons too."

  "I roughly understand." He glanced at the long spear, eight feet long, with a dark gold tip and sparkling silver light; "What a good Dragon Head Dark Gold Spear!"

  "Good morning!"

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