In other words, since Zhang Xing traveled through time a few days ago, he was faced with gods, natural disasters, and wars, so he was already cautious. Not only had he been reminded, but he had just witnessed killing people like chickens, which made him even more worried. But after working hard for so many days, I became more aware of the pros and cons of being sleepy again. If I didn't get a good rest, I would have no confidence.
Therefore, after thinking for a while, Zhang Xing just placed a stool behind the door, then took off the straw and bedding from the bed, spread them on the ground behind the door, and then placed his clothes, helmet, and long-handled eyebrow-point knife on the ground. On the inner side, I felt a little relieved and lay down to rest.
Perhaps he was too tired. As soon as he relaxed, he immediately fell asleep.
But suddenly, he didn't know how long he had been in a drowsy sleep. With the sound of a bird chirping on the roof, the traveler suddenly woke up. The next moment, he clearly heard some movement outside the door, and he immediately held the handle of the Pu Dao. Secretly stood up.
A hand reached through the crack in the door, moved the stool away, and then the almost ajar door was slowly pushed open... At this time, the rain outside seemed to have stopped, so I don't know whether it was the moonlight or the starlight, which clearly illuminated a figure. out.
As this person entered, Zhang Xing, who had been walking at the end these days, recognized behind the door almost instantly. This was the short man named Wang, who was also a partner of the Changshui Army with the tall man named Han whom Du Meng had reminded him before. At noon He even came to help him spread straw, but the memory of it now makes people shiver down his spine.
Except for the door, the room was dark. Sergeant Wang took two steps into the room, pulled out his dagger, and carefully groped toward the bed.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Xing hid behind the door and had nothing to think about. He waited for another breath, and when he saw that no one else followed him outside the room, and there was no other figure, he stood up suddenly, and then drew the long knife with his backhand. , almost using some kind of muscle memory to strike behind the opponent with all his strength.
But as soon as the knife was struck, Zhang Xing's heart became cold... It turned out that the small side room of a country house was a cramped place behind the door, and it was impossible to swing a half-length weapon like the eyebrow-tip long knife. When the knife was struck, the blade hit the rammer. The earth wall deformed his movements, causing Zhang Xing to stumble.
Fortunately, the sergeant named Wang was also startled and did not seize the opportunity to fight back. When the man came to his senses and raised his dagger to stab, Zhang Xing had already abandoned the knife and hurriedly used his helmet to block it.
The dagger hit the helmet, striking a spark and deflecting away. Zhang Xing did not dare to neglect, and quickly stretched out his other hand to pinch the wrist of the opponent holding the dagger, and the two hands connected. As a result, the opponent also stretched out his other hand to grab the helmet, and finally Just with their arms crossed, the two of them twisted together, but the house was small. After several struggles, they simply rolled to the ground.
At this moment, Zhang Xing, whose mind was blank and almost relying on his instincts to fight for his life, felt that the so-called true energy between his chest and abdomen surged out again, but he took advantage of the situation and used it. The arm turned around, then back to the chest and abdomen, forming a circle, and the arm filled with the so-called ice energy also instantly increased in strength, immediately suppressing the opponent, and the hand holding the helmet broke away.
"you……"
The sergeant named Wang was shocked when he noticed something, and then he opened his mouth not knowing whether to shout or say something.
However, Zhang Xing was unyielding. While holding down the opponent's dagger-holding wrist, he used his true energy, picked up his helmet, and smashed it toward the opponent's front door. After several consecutive hits, the sergeant named Wang was silent.
But in the dark, Zhang Xing didn't dare to gamble at all, and repeatedly smashed it dozens of times until he felt something was wrong, then he released his true energy and took a breath.
After a while, he pulled the body under the moonlight inside the door, only to find that the other person's head had been smashed to pieces by himself. Although he couldn't see it clearly, it was obviously in the shape of some kind of jelly, and it was still emitting a strand of silk under the moonlight. A hint of cold air.
Of course, he couldn't care much at this time. Zhang Xing suppressed the vomiting in his chest and abdomen. Without even having time to look at the night sky, he picked up the long knife at the tip of his eyebrow, found the dagger, put on his sticky helmet and rushed out, then stepped out. Walking on the muddy ground towards the house where I stayed in my memory... Ever since I crossed over, this helmet has never been clean!
Turning to the present, just a few dozen steps away, the rammed earth thatched house not far away suddenly burst into flames, followed by constant noises, shouts, and roars.
This made Zhang Xing suddenly startled, and then he accelerated forward.
But even so, when he arrived at the house, it seemed to be too late - in front of the thatched house whose roof was on fire for some reason, a tall sergeant named Han, carrying a bloody dagger, happened to walk out of the door with a sinister smile on his face. Get out.
Of course, his smile immediately froze on his face because he also saw Zhang Xing.
Zhang Xing took a deep breath and swung the eyebrow-tip knife in his hand again. The sergeant named Han on the opposite side did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly came to greet him.
The two sides fought in the open space in front of the house, and Sergeant Han suffered a big loss, because the outdoor open space is suitable for the use of long weapons. With just one swing of the Meijian knife, Sergeant Han raised his sword to block it, and the weapon was broken. He also stumbled to the ground.
However, the latter did not panic at all. He rolled on the spot and fled back to the rammed earth thatched hut where he saw smoke coming from the roof.
There must be Du Meng's long-handled weapon in the house. What's more terrible is that it's hard to say whether Du Meng is dead or alive at this time. Zhang Xing didn't dare to give the other party time, so he directly dropped the long knife, picked up the dagger and chased after him.
As soon as they chased him, they only took half a step into the room. Amidst the thick smoke and darkness, Sergeant Han turned around and rushed out of the room. It seemed that he had calculated correctly. He thought that Zhang Xing was not injured enough, so he forced Zhang Xing to abandon his sword. , and then lure him in for a physical fight.
This time, Zhang Xing had gained experience and did not panic at all. He immediately circulated his true energy to his limbs and started rolling and wrestling with the opponent in front of the door.
But as soon as the melee fight began, the time traveler further realized the reason why the opponent pushed into the room, because at the same time as he used the ice energy, he also noticed the sudden increase in the strength of the opponent's limbs, and there was a heat coming from the opponent. The heat surged from his limbs and met his own coldness, canceling each other out.
Not only that, Zhang Xing only felt that as soon as he slowed down his Qi, the opponent's heat invaded his body, which in turn made him extremely hot and exhausted.
In the mud in front of the door, the two of them were in a mess, sometimes standing up and wrestling, sometimes rolling and tearing. Under the firelight and moonlight, both sides could clearly see the shock in the other's eyes. At the same time, both of them could only They worked hard to activate their true energy, constantly consuming each other, not daring to stagnate at all, and not daring to have the slightest intention of escaping from the fight.
For a while, it was a stalemate.
By this time, the other two defeated soldiers had already heard the noise and came over.
Besides, Zhang Xing is not a fool. In the past two days, he has been secretly using Lao Shizi's Qi. He has long realized that although this Qi has miraculous effects, at the current level, it is by no means something that can make heaven and man different once it is used. At such a point, he wielded the sword and came down, but he still couldn't stop it... At this time, he didn't know what the methods of the remaining two defeated soldiers were, and whether they colluded?
As soon as he thought about this, Zhang Xing was in a stalemate with the other party, but he took advantage of the situation and let go of his throat: "What are you doing standing there stupidly? This guy surnamed Han is not authentic. He wants to take us to Luocao and prevent us from going home. Neither I nor I can do it." From now on, I will come to sneak attack... This kind of villain, if he wins, will he still be better than you?"
This argument was not intended to save the two men, but to disrupt them and prevent the remaining two defeated soldiers from participating in the battle.
"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Sergeant Han was frightened and angry, and his true energy surged out. He rolled to the top again, but he also took advantage of the situation to talk to the defeated soldiers. "I saw the Hongshan barbarian named Du killing innocent people indiscriminately and not taking the lives of my brothers seriously, so I offended them..."
Zhang Xing was determined and knew that the two men had no collusion with the sergeant named Han, but he still kept saying:
"You really pretend that others can't see what your intentions are. Who is innocent? The one who wants to rape the widow or the people in this village who provide us with food, clothing, and beds?"
"You are pretending to be sick and have evil intentions!"
"You sneak attack in the middle of the night, how shameful and ridiculous!"
"you……"
In this way, while the two of them were shouting to win over the two remaining soldiers, they were fighting desperately in the mud. Their true energy was flowing out without any reservation, and it was impossible to tell the winner.
There is no clear winner or lose, the whole story is unclear, and there is no companionship between the two of them. Which of the two defeated soldiers dares to attack?
"You bitch, lie down for me!"
Suddenly, as the sergeant named Han turned his back to the burning earth house, a voice suddenly sounded behind him, and then a person jumped out of the house like a cannonball, holding a long knife, first shouted loudly, and then the handle of the knife was heavy He knocked it on the ground and made a move to strike out at one of them.
It turned out to be Du Meng, whom he thought was terminated before.
Hearing this sound, Zhang Xing was naturally overjoyed, but the sergeant surnamed Han was panic-stricken. In a hurry, the latter immediately tried to hide and escape, but Zhang Xing could not allow him to evade, and at the same time increased his energy movement to counterattack. , but on the other hand, he raised his head back and slammed his helmeted head against the opponent's door - this was one of the methods he had thought of to defeat the enemy when he went out and put on his helmet, and it happened to be used at this time. .
The expected help from Du Meng did not arrive. Instead, the collision caused Sergeant Han to be completely at a loss, and the energy in his arms also lost its continuation.
Zhang Xing did not hesitate, and continued to hold the opponent with one hand. The other hand holding the dagger stabbed the opponent repeatedly as if he had killed the short sergeant before, almost poking a hornet's nest into the opponent's body.
However, a moment later, almost like a stop-motion animation, Zhang Xingfu suddenly froze again, and his whole body stopped in place.
Because he clearly noticed that suddenly, an invisible scorching power surged out from the other party's body, and then attached itself to his own body... And it was different from the previous infuriating attacks between the enemy and ourselves. This time, this time The burning energy is friendly and even attached.
Invisible hot air poured into the body, circulated around the limbs, and returned to the chest and abdomen. For a moment, some strength was restored and the energy was high.
That's not all, Zhang Xing's heart moved slightly. After a little luck, he was shocked to find that the place where the true energy was stored in his chest and abdomen was filled again, and he could freely regulate the two types of true energy, cold and hot - the cold energy in his left hand. Unchanged, the dagger held in his right hand actually started to simmer. This was due to the blood stains on the dagger evaporating under the high temperature.
What is this, getting experience from fighting monsters?
The second time travel golden finger presented by Taishang Laojun?
Or does this world originally have such rules for how Qi operates?
In surprise, what pulled Zhang Xing out of his wild thoughts was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground - Zhang Xing turned his head blankly, only to see Du Meng, who had been so majestic just now, suddenly fell to the ground. , he quickly dropped the dead man in his hands and turned around to help Dumeng.
Du Meng lay paralyzed on the muddy ground not far from the house, relying on his hands to support him and barely sitting up. His breathing was rapid and difficult. When he saw Zhang Xing coming over, he complained: "Your kid is healed, how can you hide it from me?"
"I was too careful, but if I hadn't kept it secret, both of us would have died at this time... That Wang also attacked me sneakily, and I only came here after I stopped him." Zhang Xing was also helpless. "Brother Du Meng, how is your injury?"
"I can't live anymore..."
Du Meng sighed. "The man surnamed Han sneaked in, got lucky, and stabbed three times in a row. His hands were as dark as yours, all in the chest and abdomen. At first, I wanted to pretend to be dead and fight back, but as soon as I got up secretly, I knew it was hopeless. It's gone...the internal organs are probably broken, and he won't be able to hold on for a few moments...I can only cry out."
Although they had only known each other for three to five days, Zhang Xing still couldn't help but feel a sore feeling in his nose.
"Why are you crying? This is my retribution... Do you know retribution?" After saying this, Du Meng raised his head to look at the two retreating soldiers who were timidly preparing to come up, and scolded him on the spot. "Both of you, men and women, don't know what's good or bad... stay away, I have something to say to my brother."
The two were eager for this, and immediately turned around and ran away. Instead, several villagers appeared on the periphery at this time, looking at the burning house with their hands tied from a distance and the two soldiers who clearly showed goodwill during the fire.
"brother."
The earthen house behind him had been soaked by rain for many days. At this time, the fire was boiling out from inside, and it was already filled with smoke. Du Meng looked at Zhang Xing again, but his breathing became more and more rapid. "It's my fault. We are obviously brothers of life and death who escaped together, but I have the evil intention of taking advantage of your situation to seize your family heirloom treasure. This is the first time I have seen such a good treasure that can be used without infuriating energy. Is it true? I really deserve it... The thing is behind my waist, you can take it yourself."
Zhang Xing shook his head repeatedly and just came to help the other party: "I will carry you to the side. The smoke here is too heavy."
"Okay." Du Meng nodded in agreement.
However, as soon as he put his hand to support him, Du Meng's expression changed violently, and he waved his hands repeatedly.
Zhang Xing understood and had no choice but to let go.
"Forget it, I'm going to die. I won't die on Luolongtan. I won't die in front of Laojun's ruined temple. Dragging me here is like borrowing your luck to change my destiny." Du Meng calmed down before speaking again, breathing more rapidly. , but the tone is calm. "But brother... Even though I deserve it now, I still have to entrust you with one thing... If you are willing to help, I will help you. If you don't want to, I won't blame you, but I still count on you to help... You You must know that I am from Hongshan, the most important..."
"I know that the most important thing is for fallen leaves to return to their roots." Zhang Xing blurted out. "You saved my life at Laojun Guan, and I will risk my life to bring your body back and bury it in your home."
Du Meng felt as if he had been granted an amnesty, and his breathing suddenly became intense, and then his lungs were tugged, as if it was as unpleasant as a broken bellows.
Zhang Xing quickly called to the village elders who were watching from a distance and asked a few questions. He had no choice but to come over with a bowl of warm water and continue to sit down in the mud with his head bowed.
Just like that, I don't know how long it took, the breathing of the person beside him became more and more difficult, and suddenly it stopped, but Zhang Xing did not raise his head.
After waiting for a while, he lowered his head and carefully laid down the person leaning on him, and then poured some so-called ice energy over it, so that the body could quickly cool down and be easily refrigerated... again After hesitating for a while, he reluctantly took off the compass.
To be honest, after this incident, Zhang Xing learned more or less that he should not rely on external things - if his heart desires something, he will point it out. He dare not say it is a tempting thing in a fable, but treat it as a tempting thing. If you continue to use your golden finger unscrupulously, you will probably suffer big losses sooner or later.
What do you say to the visitor? Blessings lie where misfortune lies, and misfortunes lie where blessings lie. Excessive pursuit of superficial desires may lead to disaster.
The irony is that these words were actually produced by Laojun. He is the one responsible for both good and evil, and he also has the right to interpret.
Putting away the compass, Zhang Xing turned to look at the local villagers gathered around him, then looked up at the sky. Just as he was about to speak, he felt something was wrong. Then he looked at the sky again, and then lowered his head to look at Du Meng. After looking at the corpse three times, I finally realized what the problem was:
It turned out that there were actually two moons hanging high in the sky above our heads.
There are two moons, one big and one small. The big one seems to be no different from the moon on the earth. It is also colorful and dark, and even somewhat similar. The slightly red little one is only the same as the big one, but its outline is clear and clear. Unmistakably different from other stars.
The two moons are not far apart, one is bright and the other is red, complementing each other.
Zhang Xing stared at it for a while, then quickly accepted the reality.
It was as if he had quickly accepted that he had easily killed two people, and he had also quickly accepted the death of his temporary and only companion.
PS: Thank you to the leader Mr. Yang Hanzheng and Shi Haihai.
