"Is there anything like a hairpin? I don't think you have one on your head." Zhao Changhe suddenly asked.
"Yes, I have it in my bag." Cui Yuanyang didn't know what he was using it for, so he took out a gold hairpin from the small package in his arms: "Will this work?"
It is indeed a woman's bag, the same in both worlds. It looks small and has everything just like Doraemon's pocket.
"Okay." Zhao Changhe grabbed the hairpin, chopped off the sharp end with a steel knife, and quickly left the cabin. After thinking about it, I felt that this heavy steel knife was not convenient underwater, so I stayed on the boat. I went to get the thin knife used for picking fish, inserted it in my waistband, and plunged it into the water.
Cui Yuanyang hurriedly went to control the boat. Only then did he see the scene that Zhao Changhe was talking about. There were indeed many boats approaching in the shadows behind him. The originally peaceful river had an inexplicable sense of pressure like a water war. It was indeed abnormal no matter how you looked at it. .
Several of the ships were very close, and seemed to be within range of the arrows.
Not to mention whether the fish is poisonous or not, even if it is not poisonous, if you are really enjoying the fish there, your family will be able to eat it before long...
Cui Yuanyang anxiously rowed the boat to the other side, his eyes glancing at the ripples on the water from time to time, wondering what happened to Zhao Changhe in the water...
No, he, he can swim!
In the testable career of Zhao Changhe, Zhaocuo, Luojiazhuang, and Beimang were all places with only clear streams and water pools.
No one knows why Zhao Changhe can swim, but Zhao Changhe can really swim, and his water quality is quite good...
He plunged into the water, and sure enough, the first thing he saw was the captain at the bottom of the boat, taking out a chisel and working. It was inconvenient to work underwater, and the boatman's cut only opened a shallow hole. The sound of Zhao Changhe entering the water had already alarmed him, and he was extremely surprised when he turned around.
Did Zhao Changhe's alertness and decisiveness really come not long after he first emerged from the world? If this is not an old Jianghu, then there is only one possibility: a born Jianghu.
As soon as the thought passed by, the captain showed a hint of ferocity, abandoned the bottom of the boat, pulled out a splinter and swam towards Zhao Changhe.
Whether you can swim or not and underwater ability are two different things. Not to mention anything else, just being able to open your eyes underwater requires deliberate practice. How could Zhao Changhe deliberately practice this? Not to mention breathing, holding one's breath, and moving underwater. The martial arts of those who make a living on the water are even adapted to these techniques. They can hold their breath for longer and use the power of water flow more smoothly. Even the land gods have to stay in the water when they come!
Sure enough, when he arrived in front of Zhao Changhe, he pierced the water-splitting thorn. Zhao Changhe pulled out the fish knife and pushed it away. With one movement, he could clearly feel Zhao Changhe's jerkiness under the water. His eyes could only remain half-open and half-closed, and he looked uncomfortable. , the movements are obviously not as vigorous as those on the shore.
The boatman secretly thought that if your Zhao Changhe skills had stopped here, you could die here now. I am also at the third level of the Profound Passage. I wonder if I can directly replace you in the ranking of the Book of Troubled Times?
Thoughts flashed through his mind, he kicked his legs slightly, and already stepped closer to Zhao Changhe. Zhao Changhe's fish knife was cut awkwardly, and the boatman clamped it under his arm with both hands very skillfully, which was just the opposite of the battle in the cabin just now.
The boatman showed a smile, and stabbed Zhao Changhe's chest viciously with the water thorn in his right hand.
However, just as they were getting close to each other, Zhao Changhe's tight lips suddenly spat out.
A broken golden hairpin head was wrapped in internal force and sprayed out!
Being caught off guard at such a close range, even though the golden hairpin was actually quite slow in the water, it still became a death knell in the eyes of the boatman.
He was horrified and wanted to dodge, but at such a close distance it was too late. The hairpin had already viciously shot into his eye socket.
Blood spurted out, and the boatman instinctively cried out in pain, but the river water poured in instantly, and no sound could be made.
Are we the killers who are playing dirty tricks or you are the killers who are playing dirty tricks? How come you are more sinister than us!
This was the boatman's last thought.
In fact, before he died, the water-splitting thorn still stabbed Zhao Changhe's chest, but it lost strength. Zhao Changhe grabbed his wrist with his left hand, and it only penetrated less than an inch... but the water-splitting thorn was quenched with poison.
Zhao Changhe is not the only one who knows how to play dirty tricks...
Zhao Changhe didn't have time to pay attention to the injury and the poison. He used his internal energy to suppress the poison forcefully. He pulled away the trapped right hand with force, and the fish knife suddenly flew back.
The thin blade of the blade rotated, just slicing across the throat of the boat girl who was attacking from behind.
The boat girl's eyes widened and she couldn't understand it at all.
He was seriously injured on his back, and he originally planned to leave. Seeing that there was an opportunity to take advantage of the entanglement here, he thought of coming over to attack Zhao Changhe. As a result, Zhao Changhe turned his back to him during the fierce battle. How on earth did he know that he had sneaked over to attack him quietly, and how did he know where his throat was so accurately?
How on earth did he know?
No one can tell the boatman who is playing dirty tricks, and no one can tell the boat girl how Zhao Changhe saw behind her. Zhao Changhe covered the wound on his chest and rushed out anxiously, breathing heavily.
It sounds like a simple and quick exercise with few movements, but it actually lasts quite a long time, maybe two or three minutes. Normally, I would have been suffocated to death. If Xia Longyuan's internal strength hadn't been able to temporarily provide internal circulation, he wouldn't have been able to achieve such a sharp killing blow.
Zhao Changhe was thinking for a moment, if this inner skill can be practiced to a later stage, can it really be transformed into inner breath, without the need to breathe?
The situation did not allow him to think about the technique here. Zhao Changhe endured the pain of the wound and the raging toxins and took stock of the scene.
Cui Yuanyang said that he "knows a little bit" about rowing, but that's really just "knowing a little bit". At most, he just learns to play. Who would usually let the eldest lady do such rough work by herself... At the moment, she may not be able to row to the shore any faster. The speed of drifting is so good, that is, it is not spinning in circles. The river is quite wide. Seeing that it is still not far from the shore, the boats behind are getting closer and closer. Zhao Changhe can already see someone trying to draw an arrow with a bow.
At this time, his position was exactly between Cui Yuanyang's ship and the ship coming from behind. The distance was almost the same on either side. Zhao Changhe jumped up without thinking, crossed the waves, and boarded the boat behind him in an instant.
Several people were visually checking whether the distance was suitable for shooting. Suddenly a person jumped out of the water, and they were all startled.
Zhao Changhe had no weapons at hand. Without saying a word, he punched the bow holder on the temple, snatched the bow and arrow, and then flipped backwards neatly, directly into the water.
Only now did the people on the boat react, and they all shouted: "It's Zhao Changhe! The kappa and water eagle may have been killed!"
"His Qinggong is not strong enough to get back to the ship at such a distance! Look where he is swimming! Hurry, shoot him with an arrow!"
It's a pity that there was a delay in the chaos. When someone aimed a bow and arrow at Zhao Changhe, he had already swam more than half the distance. He quickly jumped up on the waves, flew in the air, and quickly approached Cui Yuanyang who was docking: "Yangyang ! The boat rope under your feet! Swing it over and pick me up!"
Cui Yuanyang decisively abandoned the oar, bent down to pick up the thick rope tied to the boat under his feet, and shook it hard.
Zhao Changhe caught it in the air, and used his strength to fly back to the bow of the ship. Arrows rained down from behind, none of which came closer than one foot behind him.
Cui Yuanyang only had one sentence left in his mind: This is not a god, what is a god!
But the god in his heart landed on the bow of the boat and soon stumbled, his face turned pale.
Cui Yuanyang saw the blood on his chest, which was already black: "You have been poisoned!"
"Well, I know how to play dirty tricks, and others are even better at it." Zhao Changhe leaned hard on the side of the boat, still smiling: "Fuck you, Duobaofu Loli, you won't let me down, right?"
Cui Yuanyang had no intention of joking with him. He hurriedly opened the small package in his arms, found a pill and stuffed it directly into his mouth: "There are different medicines for various poisons! There is no elixir in the Cui family!"
"It's enough to relieve the suppression." Zhao Changhe felt it, and it turned out that the medicine had the power to suppress the toxin from spreading. He was so satisfied that he picked up his knife with a smile, slashed around the wound, and cut off the poisoned rotten flesh.
The blood was pouring out, but there was nothing suitable to bandage. The pieces of cloth visible here were getting dirtier than the other, and random bandaging would lead to infection.
Zhao Changhe didn't pay much attention, took a gourd of wine and poured it on the wound, then stood up again. Turning around, I saw that the nearest ship behind had already entered the shooting range, and the opponent had a bow and a lot of arrows ready.
Zhao Changhe grabbed the bow and arrow he had just snatched, and filled the string with it. The arrow was like a shooting star.
With a "taut" sound, the opponent's sail suddenly fell, and the speed of the downwind suddenly slowed down. The next moment, arrows fell from the sky like locusts, but they happened to be out of range, and most of them hit the ship's deck.
Zhao Changhe took advantage of this opportunity to retrieve his steel sword, put the bow on his body, and tied the quiver. After finishing the equipment, he took a breath, glanced at the distance to the shore, and finally smiled.
For such a long time, the little rabbit was sweating profusely while rowing the boat. Even if the boat climbed, it would be almost to the shore!
Zhao Changhe picked up Cui Yuanyang and jumped towards the shore. Hefeng Xunxun brought him laughter: "Thank you for your help! See you soon!"
