Chapter 181: Swordsmanship in the World: You Should Give Me a Drink

Style: Heros Author: Liangliang doesn’t work overtimeWords: 2034Update Time: 24/01/11 18:01:46
By the time Yun Zhongxing turned around, the sky was already bright outside. When he was confused, a very tall scholar patted him on the shoulder and helped him up.

There were two corpses lying in front of the young man.

One is short and fat, the other is tall and stocky.

"By the time I get here, the injuries of these two people are already so severe that no one can save them. Even if our master comes, he may not be able to save them." The scholar said softly.

The young man sat slowly in the muddy water and opened his mouth numbly, "Who are you?"

The scholar was stunned, but still replied: "I am your senior brother, and my master ordered me to come and take you back to the mountain."

"Why not earlier." The young man asked slowly, his face still expressionless, "Even if it were an hour or two earlier, these thirty or forty people would not have died in a foreign land."

The very tall scholar didn't say anything, he just gathered up his torn clothes and sat with the young man in the muddy water.

"The head of the family once told me that after this trip and two or three more trips, I would be able to save enough money to build a medium-sized house in the mountains, where I could return to old age with Lao Sanjin and the two of them, and have cockfights and drinks. , The idle clouds and wild cranes are quite comfortable."

"Lao Sanjin said that his pair of broken hammers had one corner missing in the east and one in the west. He was thinking that during this autumn fair, he would find a blacksmith traveling around the streets to replenish the hammers, so as not to make people laugh when he went out. He said this The caravan is poor."

"My brother just left not long ago. He was walking in front of him, but then he was walking in the back. This kind of thing happened. He is such a thief on weekdays, how could he end up in this place?" Sitting on the ground in dry mud, his eyes were filled with emptiness.

After a while, the scholar sighed, considered his words for a long time, and said, "Junior brother, it's my fault. If I had known this, I would have rushed on faster. The reason is that I won't allow my brother to wait for you until we are on the way back to the mountain." Come slowly."

"People say that life and death are determined by destiny, and wealth is in heaven. Don't be overly sad. In the final analysis, I don't blame you."

Having said this, the scholar seemed to have thought of something, and gently raised his hand to his side, "Speaking of which, I have to show you someone. I guess this person is probably closely related to the attack on the caravan. "

The young man didn't raise his head, and was still staring at the two corpses not far away, lost in thought. The scholar didn't say anything, he just used some unknown method to lift a person in the distance out of the air and threw him in front of the young man.

"This person is carrying the badge of Blue Bird and Yellow Crane. He is the hidden target in front of Prime Minister Qi Ling. I guess it was this person who led his soldiers to intercept the caravan, causing the two men on the ground to die in battle. I have already dug this man The orifice is sealed, and even if you think about it, there won't be any waves. If Junior Brother is still angry," the scholar frowned and pondered for a moment, then stood up and walked away from the distance, "This person can be left to Junior Brother's disposal. There is no need to hold back. .”

After a long time, Yun Zhong raised his head, his expression full of fatigue.

That man was none other than Han Xi, who led his army to surround and kill the caravan a few hours ago. Seeing the young man raise his head, Han Xi smiled happily, licked the blood dripping from the corners of his lips, and said, "Brother Yun, don't wait. You're fine."

After Yun Zhong was stunned for a long time, he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Why exactly."

"Everyone is his own master. Your master killed my master's successor. As my master, I naturally have to attack and kill you on the way." The young man's face became even more twisted, and he said fiercely, "Then why You haven't taken action yet? Instead, you want to kill all the caravans here. Do you really have such a hatred for this caravan and just want to get rid of it?"

"If I just kill you, there will be so many opportunities along the way." Although Han Xi felt that his muscles were broken and his bones were broken under the pressure of the scholar formation, he still grinned miserably and said, "No matter it is a time of literary fighting or drinking in the city , or when leaving the desert city, I have a sure-hit method, even when you are sleeping soundly during the day, I can stab you to death."

"I believe that the poor and virtuous scholar has told you about the badge I carry with me. Since I am a secret agent, I must act in such a way that no one can find out what I am doing. Furthermore, as a close minister of Chongqi, I naturally cannot be exposed to the public. In the eyes of the thirty or forty people in the caravan. Looking at the world, only the dead have the worst reputation. Moreover, in the towns encountered on the way, Master Zhang has already asked people to post lists along the way. The master and Lao Sanjin must have the ability to see six directions. I also guessed that you are the person in the portrait. If I kill him easily, the name of the murderer will definitely fall on me. I am also a little afraid of Tang Bufeng's sword, so I hid it and did not use it."

After saying this, the man was obviously a little exhausted, so he smiled casually and said to Yun Zhong, "Do you have any wine? Let's drink a few cups before we go on the road. It's not in vain that we got to know each other all the way. The taste of the summer heat is indeed very pleasant. , it’s actually cheaper than that Tang guy.”

Yun Zhong did not stand up, but simply said, "The last two altars have been given to Tang Bufeng, and there is no wine to drink at the moment."

Han Xi, who was kneeling on the ground, curled his lips and said, "It's so boring." Then he stirred his tongue in his mouth and chewed something.

Throughout the ages, there have been holes in the molars of Anzi, and a strangely poisonous pill was stuffed inside and sealed with wax. This was so that when captured, the poison could be licked out, chewed and swallowed, without using half a stick of incense. It can kill you due to poison, but you can also suffer less physical pain.

Han Xi is the prime minister of Qi, and naturally there is a poison pill wrapped in his teeth.

But until now, the young man still made no move, let alone raised his sword. Instead, he still said, "In the desert city, it turns out that you invited me to the banquet just to confirm whether the person who posted the list is really me."

"Otherwise? Could it be that I went out to discuss loyalty with you?" After swallowing the poison pill, Han Xi's face was slightly distorted, and countless beads of sweat the size of peas appeared from his forehead, which was full of pain.

"But since I have confirmed my identity as a follower of Wu Shuang, why didn't you make a move when we left Mocheng? It should be noted that the caravan was trapped in the fog at that time. With your arrow skills, you must have been able to shoot me off my horse. Go through it and abandon the body in the foggy desert. Even if people in the caravan ask about it later, they may not put their suspicion on you, so why not shoot?"

The man was about to answer, but there was an extra blade in his chest.

The scholar fed Lao Lu an elixir, and he had been awake for a long time. Yun Zhong and Han Xi were talking to each other, and all of it fell into the ears of the already awake Lao Lu. Finally, he couldn't bear the anger in his heart and raised the issue everywhere. He stabbed the kneeling Han Xi with his knife.

Lao Lu stabbed Han Xi thirty or forty times with his knife until the latter's chest was torn into pieces.

But Han Xi was still smiling. Why didn't he shoot the young man off his horse at that time? The man never told him until his death. Until many years later, Yun Zhong still didn't understand whether it was because the man had so many scruples or was just a little unbearable.

But the man's eyes were extremely clear, just like the water of that big spring lake.

"Kouzu should be given a drink." The young man murmured.

The sun shines down, the chrysanthemums are hung with crimson, and the sky is filled with red clouds.