Chapter 257 Behind Enemy Lines
In the restaurant, Cui Yuanyong invited Zhao Changhe to dinner. I originally wanted to talk about something serious, but after being reported like this by the book of troubled times, the topic naturally changed to this.
"I didn't expect that Dangtang Dibang actually died here. If it weren't for the notification in the Troubled Times Book, I'm afraid no one would have known about it. Such a strong person died silently." Cui Yuanyong sighed a little: "Why did he come to the Central Plains? Coming? No one will know if you don’t tell me.”
Zhao Changhe said: "He came to the Central Plains to cause trouble. He wanted to provoke the Wang family to directly rebel. This would not only make the Central Plains more chaotic, but also draw away Yanmen's troops. For the Hu people, it should be regarded as an important sabotage behind enemy lines during the war. Come on, something unexpected happened..."
“What accident?”
"The Wang family still knows what is right. Wang Daozhong personally shot and wounded He Lei. He knew that he couldn't do anything and went back."
Cui Yuanyong stared at him expressionlessly, while Zhao Changhe drank as if nothing had happened.
Cui Yuanyong was not without information. He thought about it silently and marveled secretly.
To put it this way, it was actually Zhao Changhe who eliminated the storm virtually. The method of blaming the king was a stroke of genius. It seemed like a casual remark, but it had a profound impact. Not only was the Hu people's plan aborted, but the possible connection between the Wang family and the Hu people was also blocked.
By the way, in fact, the connection between the Wang family and the Maitreya Cult was also destroyed by Zhao Changhe, who killed the Maitreya Cult envoy in front of the Wang family’s gate...
Later in Jianhu City, it seems that He Lei’s exposure was also because of Zhao Changhe?
It seems reasonable to say that all the Hu people's troubles were ruined by Zhao Changhe's hands, and that No. 7 on the Dibang died at his hands.
It's a bit weird... On the surface, what he did doesn't seem to be a big deal, but the impact is surprisingly large. According to the sect, this is often a matter of destiny, and not ordinary people can afford it.
No wonder his father pays more and more attention to it now. He has to personally check on almost every detail of the information about Zhao Changhe. Others still think that he is looking for his son-in-law. This is probably not the only thing... Did Xia Longyuan back then have such a fate that depends on the sky? ?
However, Zhao Changhe was thinking about himself and sighing: "What I sigh about is that he is ranked seventh in the rankings. He died without any sense of heroism. He is no different from ordinary shrimps."
"...There is still a difference. If anyone dies, the book of troubled times will not report it. Besides, how do you know whether the scene was heroic or not? Maybe Suzaku also spent a lot of effort, and finally expressed sympathy for the tenacious opponent. Sigh?”
Zhao Changhe complained: "Have you read too many stories?"
Cui Yuanyong frowned and said: "Why, I think I can do it if I change it!"
Zhao Changhe sneered: "You are you, Suzaku will take one look at his body and I will lose, that old woman..."
Cui Yuanyong also complained: "I know you understand old women very well."
Zhao Changhe: “…fuck you.”
In fact, Zhao Changhe just saw that Xia Longyuan's sequelae had not yet recovered, and felt that all the people on the ground were like ants. Cui Yuanyong certainly could not understand this feeling.
However, seeing Zhao Changhe's sigh, Cui Yuanyong could not help but feel a little infected. He sighed: "You are right, the seventh person on the Earth Ranking died so easily, what about us? I always feel that after practicing for so long, we are still like duckweeds. But I still have to practice.”
Zhao Changhe said: "Stop it, brother, I know you are already at the ninth level of Xuan Guan. Being of your generation, I am also under a lot of pressure."
“You are so stressed out, we are the same generation as you and we are stressed out, okay? By the way, how do you know that I am a ninth grader?”
"Just a bluff. I think you won't fall behind. You are on par with Yue Hongling. How can you bear her being on the list? You are still a Qianlong? It should be more than a year since you entered the eighth level. It is not unusual to enter the ninth level. . Tell me, when do you plan to join the list?”
"Don't we still have to find opportunities to prove ourselves...According to the judgment of the Book of Troubled Times, Xue Canghai made up the list instead of me. This obviously thinks that I can't beat Xue Canghai. I don't accept it, so don't let me see him."
Zhao Changhe couldn't laugh or cry, feeling that Master Xue was really unlucky.
The most embarrassing thing in Lao Xue's life is that he was singled out by Yue Hongling, and he is still talked about by the world and still can't get over it. For the sake of the shame of blood, he probably didn't care about anything and was practicing hard. He planned to give Yue Hongling an information gap next time they met. Therefore, the Blood God Sect has ceased operations in the past few months, which is probably related to this.
I guess Lao Xue is jumping around and cursing in the Blood God Cult right now. What idiot can write a lousy book? Can he write a book?
Cui Yuanyong said again: "When we talk about taking exams, aren't you doing it better than anyone else? I haven't been practicing martial arts for a year, look at how many people have been left behind by you... Can you calculate how much time you have to rest peacefully? "?"
Zhao Changhe thought for a while and secretly said that it really couldn't be calculated. It felt like it might only be about ten days, when he and Tang Wanzhuang were in Suzhou. Even at that time, I was still sorting out swordsmanship and learning piano... If there is such a volume in this world, I am afraid it will be in the northern Qing Dynasty.
He took a sip of wine and smiled a little self-deprecatingly: "Yeah, I'm just a cabbage, and it's me who is talking about cabbage."
Cui Yuanyong laughed so much that he spit out a sip of wine: "What you say is really interesting sometimes... If you are a dish, everyone else is a loser. Let me tell you where this description of Juan comes from. I have never heard of it, but it feels inexplicably appropriate."
"Zhao Cuo dialect." Zhao Changhe suddenly asked: "Hey, it stands to reason that Your Majesty will also speak Zhao Cuo dialect. Haven't you heard of it?"
"No, Your Majesty can't say so many weird things like you. I'm not from Zhaocuo, so how can I speak the Zhaocuo dialect?"
Zhao Changhe secretly thought that Xia Longyuan didn't know how he did this. He conquered the world and no other time-travelers wanted to promote industrial transformation and the like. He lived completely like a native, and maybe he happily leaked some things in front of him. modern words…
Many times, in order not to sound too weird, I consciously control myself. Now that I have traveled through time for almost a year, I have leaked out fewer and fewer modern words. But how should I put it? I feel that many words are the most appropriate after I am used to them. I will think about it for a while. It's not easy to find a replacement, such as this volume. It's really difficult to be like Xia Longyuan.
This shows that Xia Longyuan may not have been very old when he traveled through time. He was probably a middle-aged boy. His environmental adaptability and plasticity were much higher than his own. This also explains why his meridians are not as useless as his own. If we were to meet him at the same time, he would be a younger brother. Now that he is a father-in-law, he can only talk about the two concepts of "time and space", which are too mysterious.
It turns out that Xia Longyuan is still in my mind, and this time it has a great impact on my soul. Zhao Changhe shook his head and returned to business intentionally: "You said you entrusted me with something, what was it?"
"In our chivalry camp, people from the martial arts camp basically come to help on their own initiative. Each has its own division of labor. Some join the army directly, while others organize elite squads to raid enemy lines. This is very suitable for people from the martial arts world. Of course, as I just said, there are also those who work alone. , I don’t know how many died.”
Zhao Changhe nodded: "Well, I think I am also suitable to be a special soldier to harass the enemy's rear. How about you give me a map indicating the forces and troop distribution, and I will go and have a look."
"There are environmental maps, but don't think about maps such as forces and troops. They have changed too much." Cui Yuanyong said: "Don't interrupt. What we are talking about now is that a team disappeared a few days ago. We don't know whether they are alive or dead. We are organizing manpower to scout in that direction. If you are lucky enough to be alive, you will be lucky to be able to rescue the person. "
“Are you going to involve me in a search and rescue operation?”
"I think this suits you very well. You are fast, alert, and have a good brain. You are different from those swarming people in the world." Cui Yuanyong said, taking out a sheepskin map and pointing to a location. : "This is the topographic map of that area. There is a water source here. A tribe was originally stationed there. The information obtained was that there were not many people. I don't know why they fell so hard that not even one person escaped... maybe It’s not a trap, but someone with a clear mind should check it out.”
Zhao Changhe took the map and looked at it for a while, then put it in his arms happily: "Okay, I came here to find some specific work, so I knew that the knight camp was the right one."
Cui Yuanyong said seriously: "Don't die outside, like He Lei."
Zhao Changhe said: "If you say that, I'm worried about one thing..."
"Um?"
“Where is Yue Hongling?”
Cui Yuanyong's expression changed slightly: "That's not the case..."
"Here is so strong that he can die in the Middle Earth. What else can't be done? There are many strong people in the grassland."
Cui Yuanyong looked sad: "As you put it, it's been a long, long time since I last saw Yue Hongling..."
"Fuck!" Zhao Changhe, who was still in the mood to eat, stood up suddenly and strode downstairs: "Boss, prepare some dry food for me... Yes, more, I need ten days' worth!"
Cui Yuanyong chased after him helplessly: "What are you in a hurry for? Can you find someone with a hundred days of dry food?"
…”
"There is a yellow sand collection marked on the map. It is where the various tribes of the grassland trade. If you have the opportunity, you can go there to find out the news and get supplies. It is better than looking around like a headless fly... Just remember , you must be careful, the mix of fish and dragons there is far worse than that in Jianhu City."
(End of this chapter)