Chapter 2 The sword is not worn properly
Dusk.
The setting sun is like blood.
Wild crows were circling around the isolated village, and their shrill crows were intertwined with the screams and wails in the village, making this place even more like a ghost prison.
Zhao Changhe stood blankly behind a tree in the distance, looking at the messy scene in the village. Before he could recover from the discomfort of traveling between two worlds, a small village on the verge of massacre appeared before his eyes.
Broken wooden pieces of doors and windows were scattered in a mess. The pungent smell of blood came from every house. Bodies lay messily in front of the door and outside the window. Naked female corpses were randomly abandoned on the road, with traces of humiliation everywhere.
There were still men in black wreaking havoc everywhere, breaking down doors, searching houses, and looting property. With enhanced vision, I could clearly see that someone pulled a woman out and humiliated her in the street, and a group of men in black laughed.
This is what is called "the initial position will be in a safe place"?
Appeared in the woods outside the village, not directly in the village. The murderers don't know his existence and can leave quietly. Is this considered safe?
But I saw a man in black leading an ox and pulling a pile of **** goods. He shouted impatiently: "That's it. How much fun can the village girls here have? The sun is going down. Kill them all. Don't leave any troubles in the future." ”
Seeing a man in black raising a butcher knife and about to chop down a child next to him, Zhao Changhe was so angry that he couldn't hold it back anymore. He picked up a thick stick in the forest and rushed out.
Speaking of which, why is the broadsword that I carried with me every time I dreamed gone? It doesn’t matter. I want your mother to be safe. Isn’t it just a dream? According to experience, you wake up after you die, and you just have to go back and ask the blind man what he is doing!
“Pa!” The wooden stick whizzed past, and the man in black was caught off guard, and the knife was swung away. Zhao Changhe kept moving his hands, swinging his stick across the board, and slapped the man in black on the face with a solid stick, causing blood to spurt out.
The man in black covered his head and screamed. The other accomplices looked over in shock. Zhao Changhe quickly grabbed the child behind him and turned around and ran away. It's obviously impossible to defeat a group of people, so saving people is more important.
Someone suddenly sneered: "There are still people alive. Kill them."
The people in black showed a ferocious smile and all chased after them. How could Zhao Changhe and his children outrun them? He clearly "saw" the scene behind him. A long knife was already slashing towards his neck.
The back eye, is it really effective?
Zhao Changhe turned sideways urgently and swung his stick, which was cut into two pieces. He dodged quickly, and the long knife drew a long **** mark on his face.
With such a delay, the child was chopped down by another person.
Zhao Changhe ignored the pain on his face and his mind went blank.
The child is dead...he is being hacked to death in front of him, unable to save him.
There seems to be no living person left in this village...
“What a fool!” Zhao Changhe roared angrily, slapping half of the stick in his hand like a crazy tiger.
"It turns out he is a peasant who has never practiced martial arts at all. He only has brute strength." The men in black were laughing. The man who had been opened by a stick dodged over and easily avoided Zhao Changhe's beatings. He held the long knife in his hand. Gently stroke towards his neck.
It’s over.
Can't escape.
What a **** nightmare! Not only is it more disgusting than before, but it's also more difficult!
Just as this thought flashed through my mind, there was a sudden whistling sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air. With a "ding" sound, the man in black's long knife had been knocked away.
At the same time, the sound of horse hooves came from far and near, and someone came riding a horse. Before the horse arrived, the knight on horseback had already passed by. Zhao Changhe only had time to see the figure in red clothes flash, the sword energy was cold, blood suddenly splattered around him, and several screams sounded almost at the same time in no particular order, and then suddenly cut off. .
The galloping horse arrived in front of him at this time. The red shadow turned and returned to the horse.
Zhao Changhe didn't see clearly until now that she was a woman dressed in red, with a high ponytail, a green-maned horse on her hip, a long red sheath sword hanging at an angle on her waist, her beautiful eyes were like lightning, and she had an awe-inspiring appearance.
"Plop" and "Plop" sounds were heard one after another, and the men in black around them fell to the ground one after another, and all of them died on the spot.
Zhao Changhe, who had been chopping and killing in a dream for so long, felt for the first time what the scene described in the novel was like a sword falling down nine wild geese.
This is martial arts! There really is such a thing!
The woman looked around at the miserable situation, with some sadness in her eyes, and whispered to herself: "I wish I had come here a moment earlier..."
Zhao Changhe was panting violently. The thrill of narrowly escaping death could not outweigh the anger caused by the tragedy in the village. He even forgot to thank him and looked up blankly and asked the woman: "Who are these people?"
The woman shook her head silently, and then said after a long time: "I was just passing by...but maybe there are some clues. First, let me ask, does Luojiazhuang take this road?"
Seeing Zhao Changhe's confused look, the woman understood his mood at this time. Without saying anything, she rode her horse around in a circle and saw a stone tablet at the entrance of the village with the name "Zhao Cuo" written on it. She nodded: "Zhao Cuo, when I asked others about the route before, they said it was dozens of miles ahead from Zhao Cuo, so that's the right way..."
Then she looked around at the corpses of the men in black, frowned and whispered again: "Then are they here? But why are they so alarmed?" She squatted down and carefully searched the two corpses of the men in black, only a small amount of money was found, and nothing else. logo. The woman frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out. She turned around and saw Zhao Changhe still standing there blankly. She sighed and said, "You...do you still have any relatives?"
Zhao Changhe still shook his head.
The woman said: "I have something to go to Luojiazhuang. You might as well go with me. The people from the village can take care of the funeral here, and you can find a job there to settle down."
Where to go to Luojiazhuang to find a job? Zhao Changhe felt that he had deviated from what he should do when he was dreaming... But if he was asked to find a goal, where should he go?
Seeing his hesitation, the woman advised: "In this chaotic world, if you have never practiced martial arts, you will only be bullied. After all, Luojiazhuang is a famous family in Daxia, and it is said that it has a lot of connections with the royal family. If you can If you learn one and a half tricks there, you will have hope for revenge, and it will also be the foundation for settling down in the future.”
Daxia…
This dream also has a world view?
Zhao Changhe was too lazy to think so far for the moment, and subconsciously blurted out: "Sister, you are so powerful, if I want to learn martial arts, can I learn from you?"
"Sister? It's hard to say who is older between you and me." The woman smiled, shook her head and said, "I am wandering around the country and cannot teach disciples. Luojiazhuang is quite suitable for you. If I take you there, they may give you some advice. Give me some face.”
Zhao Changhe could only say: "Okay. I was at a loss just now and forgot to thank the girl for saving my life. Can I ask her her name?"
"Yue Hongling." The woman answered casually, but she was a little curious: "You talk like you have read a book. What is your name?"
“Zhao Changhe.”
Unexpectedly, it also fits the Zhao family here.
Yue Hongling didn't say anything more. She stretched out her hand and Zhao Changhe felt himself flying up into the clouds and mist. He quickly landed on the horse and sat behind Yue Hongling.
The slim and straight back is just a few inches in front of you, and you can still vaguely smell the fragrance of her body. Zhao Changhe, a single mother and child, was embarrassed to have random thoughts, so he held on to the saddle at the back. He felt that this dream was even more outrageous than the previous one, because it was too detailed...
There are dialogues, there is a fragrance, there is a sassy chivalrous woman, and she is free and easy, she is basically a real person.
The thin snow around and the galloping wind are very cold. The ends of Yue Hongling's hair that she picked up when she was galloping lightly brushed her cheek, making her feel slightly itchy.
These are things that you would never experience in a dream state where there were no other projects other than hacking and slashing before, so detailed.
The wound on his cheek that had been scratched by a knife was still hurting. When he reached out and touched it, there was blood all over it.
Zhao Changhe looked at the blood in his hands and suddenly felt a little panic - what if this was not a dream?
His heart was in confusion, and he didn't know how to ask Yue Hongling something for a moment. He was speechless all the way.
After walking for about dozens of miles, a large field appeared in front of us. It was early winter, there was a little snow in the fields on the left and right, and no one was working. At the end of the fields was a continuous manor, with towering walls, and it was unknown how wide it was. In the middle of the official road leading to the manor is a huge archway with the words "Luojiazhuang" gilded on it.
Yue Hongling slowed down her horse, looked at the guards in front of her, and sighed: "It seems that the village is still fine."
Soon a villager stopped in front of him: "Visitors, stop!"
Yue Hongling reined in her horse and clasped her fists in a polite manner: "Please inform Master Luo that Yue Hongling from Luoxia Villa is here to visit."
The sound is not loud, but like morning bells and evening drums, it can be heard far away. Zhao Changhe was envious in his heart, this is internal strength, right? But it’s not like me, who almost suffers internal injuries from riding a horse...
Before the villagers could respond, hearty laughter came from the village: "Why did the wind blow Miss Yue to our village? It's really bright and beautiful. Open the door and welcome the guests!"
The villagers hurriedly opened the middle door, and a middle-aged man with a long beard strode out to welcome him. He smiled when he saw him: "Sure enough, at dusk, the red feathers of the setting sun reflect the sunset. It is so beautiful that it is not like the scenery of the world. It is indeed not the world's praise." It doesn’t make sense.”
Zhao Changhe: "vomit..."
Yue Hongling: “…”
Zhao Changhe didn’t mean it. The first time Pegasus jolted, he was really vomited. If he had a choice, he would really like to agree with the other party - Yue Hongling is really beautiful.
The middle-aged man’s eyes fell on Zhao Changhe, his eyes asking, “This is...”
"Ahem." Yue Hongling coughed dryly, helped Zhao Changhe down, and said with cupped hands: "Hongling has met Master Luo. I came here to tell you some secrets. This person is related to this matter..."
Zhao Changhe pricked up his ears.
The second card has a jade pendant on the card, which is said to point to the initial position. However, the initial experience is inexplicable, and it cannot be seen that it has anything to do with the jade pendant. Could the secret thing Yue Hongling was talking about right now be referring to this?
(End of this chapter)