Chapter 89 Two Fools
half a month later.
Zhao Changhe sat by the stream drinking water and feeding his horse, looking down at his reflection in the stream.
His beard has become sloppy again, and the warrior uniform given to him by the Cui family has several holes in it. His shiny black hair is also dirty and gray. When he left the Cui family, he brought some angry horse clothes and others returned them. What I thought was a young man's smell turned into a reckless one again.
After being shaken around a bit, the fighting in the past half month was not very frequent, and it seemed far less intense and strenuous than when he was escorting Cui Yuanyang.
But this time the road is far away, and the total number of battles is much more than that time. Moreover, this time I am afraid of leaking my whereabouts. It is no longer the guerrilla mode of the last breakout. I kill all the enemies I encounter. From time to time, I have to outnumber the enemy. It's really difficult to make sure you don't let anyone go.
This world is really stupid. They always talk about "thousands of miles apart" and "thousands of miles away". There is no standard number. According to actual calculations, it would be no more than five hundred miles to send Cui Yuanyang home. The trip to Jianhu from here would be at least two thousand miles, which is almost from Hebei to Jiangbei. In addition, it is even more ridiculously far with the detour.
Fortunately, I have plenty of time, otherwise it would be really embarrassing to be late for this reason.
The first thing you say when you meet Han Wubing is: Who the **** told you that two thousand miles is also called a thousand miles?
This time I traveled thousands of miles... oh, two thousand miles, braved wind and rain all the way, and endured being chased and intercepted, just to fulfill a martial arts agreement. I don't know what outsiders would think of it, whether they would think it was stupid, but Zhao Changhe felt very sad in his heart. It's comfortable.
Handing up the jug and sitting by the stream drinking wine, I unconsciously thought of Yue Hongling. Maybe she was the only one who could say "it should be like this", but Chichi and Yangyang didn't necessarily think so.
An even happier one is the Great Xia Longque.
Originally, after being treated by Cui Wenjing, Longque's murderous aura did not leak out, and the blade was no longer bright and sharp. It was a bit rusty and looked quite ugly. As a result, after these days of fighting and dragon birds drinking blood, the rust stains began to turn dark red, and the color curved around the blade, but instead condensed into dark patterns that resembled the wings of a red bird. The low-key feeling of rust stains turned into "ancient vicissitudes of life". Anyway, I cannot allow myself to become ugly.
Zhao Changhe was quite confused about whether to laugh or cry, but he had no intention of covering it up.
The artifact has a spirit. Although it is not life, it should be respected.
After these days of running in, I have become more and more familiar with Longque, and I have become more and more familiar and light in controlling the knife itself.
Everyone thought that such a heavy broadsword must be slow and even had to be wielded with both hands, just like in the dream... However...
Zhao Changhe held the knife in one hand and wiped it casually on his chin. Ta Xue Wu Zui's eyes widened in horror.
A few tufts of beard fell off, and his chin was cleanly shaved, showing his ultimate control in seconds.
"The sword is sharpened, and the Sword Lake is in sight." Zhao Changhe patted Wu Zui on the head: "The closer I get, the more likely others will block me. Are you afraid?"
Wuzhui snorted from his nostrils with disdain in his eyes.
“Ha!” Zhao Changhe got on his horse and said, “Let’s go, the last leg!”
…
By the side of Gujian Lake.
“Ding”! The tip of the sword was broken. Han Wubing covered the wound on his shoulder and backed away slightly while holding the broken sword.
Surrounded by countless enemies, his eyes remained unchanged.
"Others said that the name is backwards... Han Wubing, I think you are indeed sick." Someone asked him incredulously: "Sacrificing blood to old friends, killing all enemies, and then walking away, how romantic is it? We saw the book of troubled times and tried to come here Look, I didn’t even expect you to be here, so what are you doing here?”
Someone else laughed and said: "He may have thought that he would have no enemies after killing his enemy in Jianlu."
“The newly promoted Qianlong Sixty-Six, are you so stupid? Hahaha…” Everyone was laughing: “You have received so much bounty from the Black and White Paths and killed so many people, you really think you have no enemies!”
Han Wubing finally spoke: "I'm waiting for someone."
“Wait for us, hahaha…”
"I just killed some insects. I didn't expect that the Book of Troubled Times would record even this little thing... It attracted others. I didn't expect it in advance." Han Wubing said slowly: "But that was Han's own miscalculation. "It has nothing to do with the person I made an appointment with. Since I made an appointment with him, I have to wait."
Everyone's smiles slowly disappeared, and everyone was in disbelief: "Just because you made an appointment with someone? Are you waiting for someone like this?"
"good."
“Even if you die here?”
“Then die here.”
“What if the person you made an appointment with didn’t come at all? Will you regret it later?”
"It was him who broke the trust, not me. Why regret it?"
People’s eyes have changed a bit, some are disdainful, some are appreciative.
But whether it is disdain or appreciation, enemies are enemies, and they will not hold back because of this appreciation.
The atmosphere is chilly again.
…
Less than ten miles away, on a necessary path to Gujian Lake, a few people were sitting on the edge of the bamboo forest chatting and kicking.
The sound of horse hooves came closer and closer, and everyone's expressions changed slightly. They all drew out their long knives and stood up.
From where the smoke and dust started, Zhao Changhe came on horseback, his clothes in tatters and covered with fresh bloodstains.
Seeing the people blocked in front of him, Zhao Changhe was stunned for a rare moment, reined in his horse and looked away.
The person in front sighed: "You are really here..."
"Um."
“Why did you come?”
“to make an appointment with someone.”
The atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds, and then the other party yelled: "Are you a **** fool? Just because of this, how many life-and-death battles have you fought along the way? Look at the blood on your body. You can't even breathe. I really think you are Is it a **** coming down to the earth to defeat a general?"
Zhao Changhe dismounted silently, patted Wu Zui, and Wu Zui scurried into the bamboo forest in a smart way.
Zhao Changhe said: "Because someone with a status like Master Xue will not be stupid enough to sit around and wait for more than half a month. Those who do this must have no status. I can handle it."
The visitor twitched his lips: "Are you going to scold me again?"
Zhao Changhe continued to sigh: "It's just that I really don't want to bump into you on such an occasion."
“Oh, he even used honorifics.”
“I don’t want to **** fight with you, won’t you hide and live in retirement?”
Sun Hengchuan: “…”
The Blood God cultists next to them also had a little cold sweat on their foreheads.
Zhao Changhe looked around at the congregants on the opposite side and asked curiously: "Why are you leading the group when we see this scene?"
Sun Hengchuan said: "My superior, Protector Ding, is leading the team, but as soon as we arrived, Holy Girl Xia asked her to do odd jobs, so I will be leading the team here."
"Oh, then you really can't beat me... If you lead the team, I really don't want to fight, let's discuss it, let's give way?"
Sun Hengchuan laughed angrily: "How can I not know how much you weigh? You even think you can beat me, you are just laughing..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes bulged.
Zhao Changhe held a four-foot broadsword in one hand and pointed horizontally to the right.
With one strike per person, the entire road was blocked tightly.
Paired with the wet blood on his body, his aura was as straight as a dragon or a tiger, and it was breathtaking just to look at it.
Sun Hengchuan was stunned. Is this a knife or a door panel? Can this knife be used with one hand?
"I am at the fourth level, not the third level as reported in the Book of Troubled Times a while ago. My sword is also different from what you thought. The shape has changed, and the path of the sword is completely different." Zhao Changhe said slowly: "Teach me , It is said that you are also at the fourth level, I am not boasting, so far, no opponent of the same level has passed the third level under my sword, I suggest you not try."
Sun Hengchuan: “…”
Finally, a Blood God cultist next to him became impatient: "You are so tired that you can't even catch your breath. You have already run out of ammunition and food, and you are still here pretending. Let's just capture him without any help!"
Following the words, he slashed diagonally with his sword, hitting Zhao Changhe's left shoulder.
Zhao Changhe watched him coldly as he rushed over. It was not until the moment the sword was about to reach him that he suddenly made a move.
The congregant’s wrists were suddenly grasped tightly, as if they were being held by him. The next moment, the dragon bird came roaring and stopped right on his neck, not moving against his flesh.
Everyone in the Blood God Sect was silent.
This power, this speed, this control.
There is nothing wrong with the mold or the Blood God Sword Technique, but it seems to be almost unrecognizable.
Sun Hengchuan's eyes became very complicated. No matter how many times he read the book about troubled times, no matter how outrageous the rumors were, in his heart he was always a young man who taught him step by step. How could he be as exaggerated as others said... He Deep down in my heart, I still thought that I could capture this young man alive, and then go back to plead for mercy and let the leader let him go...
To this day, he is discovering, where is this still the impression in his mind?
Zhao Changhe is actually a rising star who has experienced hundreds of battles. He has lost many people under the long sword. His reputation on the Hidden Dragon List has never been wasted. Among those at the same level, he can do things that others cannot. That is what he is. Qianlong...
Sun Hengchuan felt like a child who beat his father when he grew up, but he also felt that it was very honorable. This feeling is extremely complicated.
Zhao Changhe let go of the knife and pushed the member of the cult back: "The Blood God Cult has no enmity against me, but rather has the kindness to take me in. The so-called grievances between me and the Blood God Cult are nothing more than an injustice to one person. Even if the teacher is not here, I am not willing to kill other members of the Blood God Cult. Zhao Changhe hopes that you will pass this on to Master Xue."
The voice was faint, and the person had already jumped over the heads of everyone. Wu Zui scurried out from the bamboo forest, Zhao Changhe turned over and fell, just sitting on the horse. In the blink of an eye, the people and horses were gone, leaving only dust and smoke.
By the side of the Sword Lake, Han Wubing's broken sword was already full of blood.
Man was wounded, his sword was broken, and he was outnumbered, but he still killed many people with his sword. The besieging enemies were a little frightened, but they knew they could never let such a person escape.
His sword is so fast that almost no one can defeat him alone.
If he doesn't take advantage of this moment when he is exhausted to surround and kill him, it will be everyone's nightmare in the future.
"Dang!" A heavy sword came at him. Han Wubing was exhausted and couldn't move away, so he had to block it with his sword.
The long sword that had broken the tip was broken again, and only the length of a dagger was left in the hand...
"Han Wubing, you are indeed very strong...but that's it for now. Go and wait for the person you want to meet." The swordsman laughed ferociously and slashed with his sword again.
The sound of horse hooves came from far and near, the horses neighed, and the sound was like the roar of a dragon.
The swordsman was stunned for a moment, then turned around to see a big man leaping on his horse with a sword drawn and charging toward the formation.
From where the broad sword rose in his hand, the sword of those who blocked the way flew off, his clothes and armor passed by, and blood spurted out. The swordsman subconsciously glanced at his heavy sword, and suddenly thought, is this still a **** sword?
The besiegers were already in chaos: "Who is coming? Why are you causing trouble!"
“I’ve fought through wind, frost, snow and rain, thousands of miles away, just for a promise. Damn it, I’ve been killed by you when I got here, and my work this month has been in vain? Get out of here!”
Han Wubing, who was covered in blood and holding a broken sword, looked at Zhao Changhe, who was also covered in blood, and his dead face suddenly smiled.
Zhao Changhe looked back, and the first thing he said must be: "Who the **** told you that two thousand miles is also called a thousand miles?"
Han Wubing pointed at him and smiled hard: "You said so yourself just now!"
Zhao Changhe: “Grass!”
On the treetops in the distance, Xia Chichi stood quietly with fluttering clothes and smiled slightly: "Two fools."
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