The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 89 Two fools

   Half a month later.

  Zhao Changhe sat by the stream drinking water to feed the horses, looking down at his own reflection in the stream.

The beard has become a lot of scum again, and the samurai outfit that Cui's family gave has already had several holes. He thought it was the taste of a young master, and once again became completely reckless.

  After being swayed by myself, the fighting in the past half month is not very frequent, and it seems far less intense and hard than when escorting Cui Yuanyang.

But this time the road is far away, the total number of battles is much more than that time, and this time I am afraid that my whereabouts will be leaked, so it is no longer the guerrilla mode of breaking out of the encirclement last time. It is really difficult to make sure not to let people go.

  This world is really stupid. They always say "thousands of miles apart" and "thousands of miles away". There is no standard number. According to actual calculations, sending Cui Yuanyang home will not exceed five hundred miles at most, and it will be at least two thousand miles to go to Jianhu here, which is almost from Hebei to Jiangbei, and the detour is even more ridiculous.

   Fortunately, there is plenty of time, otherwise it would be really embarrassing to be late for this reason.

  When seeing Han Wubing, the first sentence must be: Who the **** told you that two thousand miles is also called a thousand miles?

This time, thousands of miles... oh, two thousand miles of running, withstood wind and rain all the way, and was chased and intercepted, just to fulfill a martial arts agreement. I don't know how outsiders will think it is stupid. is comfortable.

  Picking up the flagon and sitting by the stream drinking, unconsciously thinking of Yue Hongling, maybe only she can say "it should be so", and Chi Chi and Yang Yang are really not sure.

   There is another more happy is the big summer dragonfinch.

  Originally handled by Cui Wenjing, Longque's murderous aura is not overflowing, and the blade is no longer bright and sharp, a little rusty, and looks ugly. As a result of these days of fighting, dragons and sparrows drank blood, the rust began to be dark red, and the color curved the blade, but instead condensed into dark patterns that resembled the wings of a vermilion bird. Anyway, I can't allow myself to become ugly.

  Zhao Changhe was quite dumbfounded, but he didn't intend to cover it up.

  Artifacts have spirits, even though they are not life, they should be respected.

  After running in these days, I have become more and more friendly with Longque, and I am more and more familiar with the control of the knife itself.

  Everyone thought that such a heavy broadsword must be dull, and even had to wield it with both hands, just like in the dream...however...

  Zhao Changhe held the knife in one hand, and wiped it on his chin at will, and Wuzhao's eyes widened in horror.

  A few tufts of beard fell off, and the chin was clean-shaven, showing the control of seconds to the top.

   "The sharpening of the knife is complete, and the sword lake is in sight." Zhao Changhe patted Wu Hao on the head: "The closer I get, the more likely others will block me. Are you afraid?"

   Wu Tie snorted, with disdain in his eyes.

   "Ha!" Zhao Changhe got on his horse and said, "Let's go, the last ride!"

  ...

  Gujian Lake.

"Ding"! The tip of the sword broke, Han Wubing clutched the wound on his shoulder, holding the broken sword back slightly.

  Besieged by countless enemies around him, his eyes are still impassive.

"Others say the name is reversed...Han Wubing, I think you are really sick." Someone asked him incredulously: "Sacrificing blood to old friends, beheading enemies, and leaving, how romantic is it? We read the book of troubled times and tried to come here." Look, I didn't expect you to be here at all, so what is this? You actually stayed here and didn't leave? What are you doing?"

  Another person said with a smile: "He may think that if he kills the enemy in Jianlu, he will have no enemy."

   "The newly promoted Qianlong Liuliu, are you so stupid? Hahaha..." Everyone laughed: "You have received so many bounties in black and white, and killed so many people, you really think you have no enemies!"

  Han Wubing finally said, "I'm waiting for someone."

   "Waiting for us hahaha..."

"It's just killing some insects. I didn't expect that the book of troubled times would record such a thing... It attracted others, and I didn't expect it in advance." Han Wubing said slowly: "But that's because Han himself lost his mind." , has nothing to do with the person I've made an appointment with. Since I've made an appointment with him, I have to wait."

  The laughter of everyone slowly disappeared, and everyone was in disbelief: "It's just because you have an appointment? Are you waiting for someone here?"

"good."

   "Even if you die here?"

   "Then die here."

   "What if the person you asked never came? Do you regret it later?"

   "That's his broken faith, not me. Why regret it?"

  People's eyes have changed a bit, some people disdain, some appreciate.

  But no matter whether it is disdain or appreciation, an enemy is an enemy, and after all, he will not hold back because of this appreciation.

  The atmosphere is chilling again.

  ...

   Less than ten miles away, on a necessary path to Gujian Lake, a few people sat on the edge of the bamboo forest chatting and farting.

  The sound of horseshoes approaching from far away, everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they all drew out their long knives and stood up.

   At the place where the smoke and dust started, Zhao Changhe rode his horse and came with ragged clothes and fresh blood all over his body.

  Seeing the people blocking in front of him, Zhao Changhe was stunned for a rare moment, and reined in his horse to look.

  The person in front sighed: "You really came here..."

"Um."

   "Why are you here?"

   "A date with someone."

The atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds, and the other party yelled: "Are you a **** fool? You have fought so many life-and-death battles all the way for this matter, look at the blood on your body, you are not breathing well, I really think you are Is it the **** who descended to the earth to pass the test?"

  Zhao Changhe dismounted silently, patted Wu Hao, and Wu Hao slid into the bamboo forest very spiritually.

  Zhao Changhe stood still with his sword behind his back, and sighed, "You should know about me..."

"Know? I know a fart. I said you are a smart person. What happened? What's the use of spreading a little smoke? If you get stuck in Gujian Lake, it's the same as when you sent Cui Yuanyang away! If you don't come, it's over." , don’t you understand this?”

  Zhao Changhe said: "Because the status of Master Xue will not be foolish enough to sit around and wait for half a month. If he would do this, he must have no status. I can handle it."

  The man twitched the corner of his mouth: "Are you going to scold again?"

  Zhao Changhe continued to sigh: "It's just that I really don't want to bump into you on this occasion."

   "Hehe, I even use honorifics."

   "I **** don't want to fight with you, won't you hide for the elderly!"

  Sun Hengchuan: "..."

  The Blood God Cultists next to them also had cold sweat on their foreheads.

  Zhao Changhe glanced at the few congregants on the opposite side, and wondered: "Why do you look at this scene and lead the team?"

  Sun Hengchuan said: "My boss Ding Hufa led the team, but when he arrived, he was called by Xia Shengnv to do odd jobs, so I will lead 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 let it go?"

  Sun Hengchuan laughed angrily: "How can I not know how much you weigh? You want to beat me too, just laughing..."

   Before he finished speaking, his eyeballs bulged.

  Zhao Changhe held a four-foot broadsword in one hand and pointed horizontally to the right.

  One person with one knife will block the entire road tightly.

  Coupled with the wet blood on his body, the aura is as straight as a dragon and a tiger, just looking at it is breathtaking.

  Sun Hengchuan is stupid, are you a knife or a door panel? Can this knife be used with one hand?

"I'm quadruple, not the triple that was reported by the book of chaos a while ago. My saber is also different from what you think, the shape has changed, and the path of the knife is not the same thing." Zhao Changhe said slowly: "Teacher , It is said that you are also quadruple, I am not boasting, so far, none of the opponents in the same realm have gone through the triad under my sword, I suggest you not try."

  Sun Hengchuan: "..."

  Finally, a member of the Blood God Cultist next to him became impatient: "Just you who are so tired that you haven't even caught your breath, you've already run out of ammunition and food, and you're still pretending here, grab it!"

  Following the voice, he slashed obliquely at Zhao Changhe's left shoulder.

  Zhao Changhe watched him rushing coldly, until the moment when the sword was about to approach him, he suddenly moved.

  The wrists of the congregation were suddenly tightly grasped, as if they were sent up to be grasped by him. The next moment, the sparrow roared over, and it just landed on his neck, not moving against his flesh.

   Everyone in the Blood God Cult was silent.

  This power, this speed, this control.

  Mo Zi still has nothing wrong with the blood **** sword technique, but it seems that he is almost unrecognizable.

Sun Hengchuan's eyes became very complicated. No matter how many times he saw the book of troubled times, no matter how outrageous the rumors of the world were, in his heart he was always a young man who taught by himself. How could it be as exaggerated as others said... He Deep down in his heart, he still thought that he could capture this young man alive, and then go back to plead for mercy and let the leader let him go...

   Until today he was discovering, how could this still be the impression in his mind?

In fact, Zhao Changhe is already a rising star who has experienced many battles, and his heads are like rain under the sword. The Qianlong list has never been in vain. Among his peers, he can do things that others cannot do. Qianlong ah...

  Sun Hengchuan has the feeling that a child has grown up and beat his father, but at the same time feels that he has a lot of face. This kind of mood is extremely complicated.

Zhao Changhe let go of the knife, and pushed the congregation back: "The Blood God Sect has no enmity with me, on the contrary, they are kind enough to accept me. The so-called grievances between me and the Blood God Sect are nothing more than Fang Buping, even if the teacher is not here, I also don't want to kill the other members of the Blood God Cult, Zhao Changhe's words, I hope everyone will pass on to Leader Xue. Please leave now."

  The voice was faint, and the person had already jumped over the heads of the crowd. Wu Zou slanted out from the bamboo grove, Zhao Changhe rolled over and landed, sitting on the horse's back, the horses and men went away in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing but dust and smoke.

  By the bank of Sword Lake, Han Wubing's broken sword was already covered in blood.

  Injuring people, breaking swords, outnumbered, many people were still killed by his sword, the besieging enemies were a little terrified, but knew that such people must not be allowed to escape.

  His sword is too fast, almost no one is his enemy alone.

   If he doesn't take advantage of his exhaustion to surround and kill him, it will be everyone's nightmare in the future.

   "Dang!" A heavy knife struck, Han Wubing was exhausted and unable to move, so he had to block it again with his horizontal sword.

  The long sword whose tip had been broken was broken again, leaving only the length of a dagger in his hand...

   "Han Wubing, you are indeed very strong...but that's all for now, go wait for your appointment under the Nine Springs."

  The sound of horseshoes approaching from far away, the horse neighing like a dragon's chant.

  The swordsman was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look, and saw a big man leaping forward with his sword on his horse.

  Where the broadsword was raised in the hand, the sword of the road blocker flew with its head broken, the armor was flattened, and blood gushed out. The swordsman subconsciously glanced at his heavy knife, and suddenly thought that this is still called a knife?

  The besiegers were already in a mess: "Who is coming! Why are you making trouble!"

   "I broke through the wind, frost, snow and rain for thousands of miles, just for a promise. Damn, I was cut down by you when I got here, and I did it for nothing this month? Get out!"

  Han Wubing, who was soaked in blood and held a broken sword, looked at Zhao Changhe, who was also soaked in blood, and suddenly smiled with his dead face.

   Zhao Changhe looked back, and the first sentence must be said: "Who the **** told you that two thousand miles are also called thousands of miles?"

  Han Wubing pointed at him and smiled hard: "You said that yourself just now!"

  Zhao Changhe: "Grass!"

  On the treetops in the distance, Xia Chichi stood quietly with his clothes fluttering, and smiled slightly: "Two idiots."

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