Chapter 68 Blood-stained Qinghe Ye Weiyang
Someone said from the side: "The news of the battle across the river here should have reached the Cui family's ears. If nothing happens to the Cui family, it is probably Cui Wenjing who came in person... Calculating that this time is actually very short, has it been two hours since we crossed the river? "
"From the time we crossed the river, the news reached the Cui family, and people from the Cui family came to respond. The most dangerous time difference was over. It felt like a long time for us to watch, because the stormy waves came one after another. It seemed like a lot of things, but in fact it didn't take long."
"Based on the current situation, Cui Wenjing must be on the way. If we don't take action, maybe they will really pick him up... Tsk, this Zhao Changhe is really something... eh."
Halfway through, he looked a little weird, and suddenly remembered that Zhao Changhe and the Saint had had an unclear relationship before. It was said that when the Reverend Suzaku brought the Saint back, the Saint's lip was still broken, and it was obvious that she had just been raped by a man. I gnawed it, and it was very passionate.
I know more, and I also know that the saint had slept with that man in the same room for a month or two, and she had probably played all kinds of tricks.
Although there are no restrictions on the Four Symbols Sect's techniques such as not being allowed to lose one's virginity, and there are also seductresses seducing men in the sect, and there are also internal marriages, women with "love histories" are indeed not suitable to be saints. The position of the saint's son and saint in the sect is Theoretically, everyone is dedicated to God and cannot have other thoughts. Once you make a mistake, don't you think the lesson learned by the former White Tiger Saint is painful...
So Xia Chichi's sainthood test was much stricter than normal, and the twenty-eight constellations were all set up.
It turns out that this woman is really a born saint, so I won’t mention it anymore. Anyway, even now, as a saint of two sects, I still obey her from top to bottom.
No one found any signs that she missed men every day. They all felt that the saint knew who was less important and who was more important. Anyway, she was only seventeen after the Chinese New Year, and she was still young. The innocent and temporary feelings of the girl before were quickly gone, so it was nothing.
These Four Symbols believers saw Zhao Changhe's actions, and they really wanted to praise the young man. They secretly thought that it was no wonder that the saint would sleep with him in the first place. If it were me... well, he does have good taste anyway.
But think about it, you can't boast. What should you do if your praise makes the Saint Virgin's heart flutter and the old love rekindles? This person is a traitor to a subordinate sect after all. He should be killed. Why should he be praised?
Everyone else could see what this person was thinking and laughed. Then someone said, "So if we want to get rid of the traitors, we must take action at this time. It will be too late. Do you want to take action?"
Xia Chichi had an expressionless face: "What? When did our Four Elephant Cult become the lackeys of the Blood God Cult? Did Baba come all the way to help them get rid of the traitors?"
"Well…"
“What are you and I doing passing through this place?”
“I just happened to encounter this on my way to the Ancient Sword Lake to start the ceremony of sacrificing the sword.”
Xia Chichi said calmly: "So we are here to watch the show. Why do we have to get involved in the internal affairs of the Cui family and the Blood God Sect? What does it have to do with us?"
Everyone was silent. They always felt that you didn't look like a theatergoer. Looking at your appearance, you almost couldn't help but want to save people several times.
But Zhao Changhe performed so well that the saint didn't need to reveal this true meaning? Or is it because seeing him so good with a little rabbit made the saint's stomach explode with soreness? Forget it, no guessing.
An old man next to him finally said: "What kind of hero is bullying the injured? The Saint is right. Why should we help the Blood God Cult wipe their butts? The traitors from the third level of the entrance hall still want us to help them kill them. How could they?" What a **** loser."
Everyone nodded. Not to mention anything else, just take advantage of a third level enemy at the entrance to kill him while he is at the end of his crossbow. Everyone present is a protector-level figure from the second branch of the Four Elephants Sect, Blue Dragon and White Tiger. The old man is even a master in the rankings. How can he have such a face? It's even more impossible for him as a superior sect to go and collect rewards from subordinates. Wouldn't that be funny?
Thinking of this, everyone sighed: "Let's go, otherwise we will still be in trouble if Cui Wenjing really comes here."
At this time, Xia Chichi suddenly spoke: "The traitor is not incapable of being killed. When the time comes, I will personally let him choose a way to die. That's it, let's go."
Everyone could hear the gritted teeth in these words, and they were greatly relieved. Sure enough, the saint could still carry it!
Xia turned around and looked again. The sound of horse hooves over there had long gone away, leaving the ground filled with dust and sand swirling around.
No one knows that the saint only has two thoughts in her mind at this moment:
“Little Lang Hoozi, why are you pretending to be pure and cute? You’re not just hugging men casually!”
“He sent Yuan Yang thousands of miles away, what a hero he is! Brother Zhao~tui! Wait for me!”
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Not to mention the discussion among the people of the Four Elephants Sect, Cui Yuanyang and Zhao Changhe galloped on their horses over there, and the assassins from Tingxuelou were getting closer and closer.
Zhao Changhe looked behind him and silently estimated.
The assassin's speed is faster than that of a horse... He must be a master of the fifth level or even the sixth level of Xuan Guan. At this level, his combat power seems to be comparable to that of the fifth level, at least one of the light skills is comparable - Zhao Changhe remembers Yideng catching up with the galloping horse. It was good to be praised by the soldiers of Xiangyang City. Although the horse was carrying two people at the moment, it should be about the same.
In other words, Xia Chichi, whom he pushed against the wall and gnawed randomly, was actually a five-level master, and his own level should be at the same level as Quanzhen Seventh Son and Mei Chaofeng? This realization made Zhao Changhe look a little weird, and he had too many words to say.
He took two deep breaths, silently mobilized Xia Longyuan's internal energy to nourish and regulate his weak body, and slowly took off the bow that had been hanging on his body unused since he shot the sail earlier.
Even if you are the Five Ultimates, you are not invulnerable!
There were only five or six arrows in the quiver... Zhao Changhe took one, suddenly opened his bow and nocked an arrow, turned around and shot. The arrow shot through the air with a sharp whistle.
The assassin was also surprised. He didn't expect Zhao Changhe to turn around and shoot so accurately without even turning his head!
He swung his sword to deflect the arrow, but his flying pace was hindered. After a moment's delay, the galloping horse galloped away again.
The assassin couldn't help but admire him in his heart. Not everyone can do so much when they are injured, exhausted, and out of ammunition... But is it useful? How many arrows can you have?
He chased after him again, and sure enough, as soon as he got within range, an arrow flew towards him. The assassin was prepared to move it away and continued to pursue.
After four or five rounds of this, Wei County got closer and closer.
The assassin also had some hesitation in his heart.
He also knew that this place was very close to the Cui family's sphere of influence, and when Zhao and Cui appeared to cross the river before, people near them received the news. Could it be that Wei County could not receive it? In other words, you may encounter someone to pick you up at any time, and it is very dangerous to continue chasing.
But he was about to succeed, and was blocked by such weak arrows? Ridiculous or not, can you still sleep when you get home?
Look at the way Zhao Changhe is stretching his bow at this moment, his arms are shaking, and the bow is almost full of strings...
Turn around and go back in this situation?
The assassin gritted his teeth and continued to pursue him.
Zhao Changhe set up the last arrow, gritted his teeth hard, and slowly aimed with trembling arms.
Cui Yuanyang, who had been galloping wildly without saying a word, suddenly shouted: "You are still looking! Still looking! If you look again, I will never pay attention to you again!"
“Stretch!” The last arrow left the string.
Almost at the same time as the string sounded, a sword beam fell from the sky, flying from an unknown distance. Zhao Changhe's arrow had not even reached it, and the sword beam had already penetrated the assassin's eyebrows.
A sword that surpasses the speed of sound.
Nineth on the Heavenly Ranking, the head of the Cui family and Cui Yuanyang’s biological father.
Cui Wenjing of "Purple Qing River".
“Hello!” Cui Yuanyang reined in his horse and sat on the horse panting, looking at his father under the moonlight.
She wanted to cry, but found that her face was stiff at the moment and she could hardly make any expression. I wanted to jump off the horse and hug my father, but I felt that all my strength had disappeared, and I couldn't even make the move of dismounting.
Finally, this thorny road is over.
Cui Wenjing looked quietly at her daughter, who was dirty and unnatural but quiet and neither crying nor fussing. Then she looked at the man behind her daughter who stuck out half of his head to look at him... No matter how well the man hid, he couldn't avoid his gaze. The color of the bellyband exposed on the chest is simply too dazzling.
I don’t know what kind of emotion is in Cui Wenjing’s eyes, whether it is appreciation or something else...
At this moment, Cui Yuanyang thought that his father's attitude towards Zhao Changhe was not necessarily friendly. His heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to speak, golden light suddenly flashed in the sky.
The Book of Troubled Times has released a new chapter.
The three of them couldn't help but look up.
"In March, Zhao Changhe sent Yuan Yang thousands of miles away, crossed mountains and rivers, and fought through the siege. Killing people all the way was useless, his clothes were soaked in blood, his sword was gaped, and his arrows were broken and his bow was broken."
Cui Wenjing's eyes moved slightly. Cui Yuanyang, who had always been quiet, looked at it and suddenly started crying.
“When he was injured and tired, he and Cui Yuanyang killed Qi Buoyong together, and escaped from the pursuit of the silver medal killer of Tingxuelou.”
“The Qianlong list has changed and new seats have been added.”
“Qianlong eighty-eight, Zhao Changhe.”
“Qianlong Two Hundred and Thirteen, Cui Yuanyang.”
“The clear river is stained with blood at night.”
Different from the previous two times...this time, the world was shaken.
(End of this chapter)