Zhao Changhe was riding his horse halfway when he suddenly reined in his horse and looked up at the sky.
"April, Qingming Festival. In front of Han Wubing's tomb, he learned swordsmanship and entered the fifth level of the entrance. With one stick of incense, he killed thirty-two enemies in the sword house and sacrificed blood to his close friends. Among them, there was one enemy of the same level, and no one below him was an enemy. Murderous intent permeates the sky."
"Changes in the Hidden Dragon List."
"Qianlong Sixty-six, Han Wubing."
"If you have no disease, your enemy will have no life."
Zhao Changhe looked at it for a long time and suddenly smiled: "In the past few months, the profiteers who compiled the books have been talking about it. I heard that the books in troubled times did not change so frequently in the past. Is this because the storm is coming and heroes are coming out in large numbers? Sign?"
He touched the horse's head and said with a smile: "Wuzui, do you feel impatient?"
Stepping on the snow and Wu Zui:
I am a horse, what are you talking about.
"Let's go." Zhao Changhe spurred his horse and galloped away: "My opponent is waiting for me in front, how can I lag behind!"
It's a small town again, misty and rainy, full of flying catkins.
Zhao Changhe, who had always relied on his good health and thought it didn't matter if he got wet in the rain, finally began to agree with Cui Yuanyang's scolding about the bad weather.
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and poets can narrate leisurely. When you are a pedestrian on the road, you will naturally only curse. What's more, this is a journey of thousands of miles. This journey takes a long time, and it is not like going to visit relatives in the next village.
Going out was so inconvenient in ancient times, so whenever we were separated, countless ancient famous stories would be born. Because you don’t know if this time of separation, thousands of miles away, will there be a time to see you again.
Now that he had just gotten a famous horse, he felt particularly sorry for Tuxue Wuzui, fearing that it would be damaged by the rain. He had no idea whether the horse was afraid of being caught in the rain.
He was free and easy when he left, but his mood was bad in this misty rain. Instead, he began to miss Yangyang very much. I wonder if she cried at home.
So I also understood what it means to ask one by one how much leisure and sorrow there is? Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and plums are yellow and rainy.
Presumably this is what Yangyang had in mind when she leaned on the tower and looked out into the distance.
That's it, I'm a young man again. It's also strange. It's said that as a liberal arts student, I couldn't memorize a few poems before, so I turned around and returned them to the teacher. After half a year of being away from the classroom and wandering around in the world, more and more poems came to my mind.
I don’t know if it’s because of the increase in memory caused by cultivation, or because the mist of the world itself is particularly poetic. Just like when I face Yue Hongling, I am often younger than other times. ,
"Housekeeper, look after the horse for me. It's the best fodder." Zhao Changhe led the horse to the door of the restaurant and asked the waiter to look after the horse. He then poked his head inside to see if any of the drinkers were scolding him for being stupid.
The waiter came up to him and said, "Don't worry, sir, we are the best at watching and feeding horses! What a good horse!"
"That's right." Zhao Changhe's eyes were a little wary. Damn, could there be something like robbing a horse or stealing a horse?
The waiter touched Ta Xue Wu Zui with some admiration and said with a smile: "Please come in, sir. You haven't said what you want to eat yet."
"Well, I'll just have a bowl of noodles. Anyway, I'm starving to death and I can't starve my horse."
The waiter felt very sad, and he would be the same as well.
What a really good horse!
Zhao Changhe suddenly thought that this might be a limited edition Da Lao in this world... The Cui family gave it away casually without even asking.
"Have you heard? Another ruthless person has appeared in the world recently."
Such a familiar line, Zhao Changhe burst into tears and sat in a corner to listen to what others said about him.
"Yes, Han Wubing is really ruthless. Jianlu is where he was born. He killed thirty-two brothers in one breath."
Zhao Changhe:
never mind.
"Why are the people who have come forward recently so rebellious? This time Han Wubing, last time Zhao Changhe."
Zhao Changhe:
I still have a role to play, right?
"Haha, Han Wubing is ruthless, but Zhao Changhe is more fun. Didn't he escort the Cui family's daughter thousands of miles last time? Everyone said that he would be the Cui family's uncle this time, but the Cui family still has the same temper, and they don't recognize the gangsters. , and blasted him away again. It was really a waste of time, I don’t know if he was hiding somewhere and crying, hahaha..."
"I feel more and more that this baby is quite tragic. He always wants the kind of woman who can't get it. It's either Yue Hongling or Cui Yuanyang. Why bother? It's better to be pragmatic..."
"Isn't this just you and me?"
"Ah hahaha, what you say makes sense! I want to give Zhao Changhe the title of Hidden Dragon, the first in grounding energy! Does anyone object?"
"I object." Zhao Changhe couldn't help it anymore: "Can you tell me about Han Wubing? I can hear Zhao Changhe being cocooned all day long. Is it interesting?"
"Who are you? We just like to say that you can control Zhao Changhe. Riding a good horse is amazing. Do you think Cui Yuanyang should belong to you young masters? You don't feel comfortable hearing this about Zhao Changhe, right? We support it. Zhao Changhe fucked Cui Yuanyang, you bite me?"
Zhao Changhe ate the noodles helplessly: "Okay, okay, Zhao Changhe will also thank you for your support here, you continue."
Another person said: "Actually, the Cui family is trying to cover up the situation. Zhao Changhe and Cui Yuanyang have been on the road for so many days. What have they not done before? Can his girl still get married?"
"That's not necessarily the case. I really don't believe that such a life-and-death siege can be carried out there. The Cui family dares to do this, and they have the confidence to prove that their girl is still innocent."
"Perhaps Zhao Changhe is a silver-colored gun, and he can finish it in three strokes?"
"Hahaha, my dear, brother, this is very possible!"
Zhao Changhe's forehead was throbbing with veins.
I thought I was a group of fans, but turned out to be a group of scumbags.
"Let's see in three years. Maybe this guy will be on the list. I've never seen anyone practice so fast, and I've never heard of him."
"So the Cui family is not completely unjust this time? At least they have some thoughts."
"Yes, it's hard to come back. There's really no chance for this person."
"One day, I'll treat everyone to a drink!"
There are actually fans who invite others to drink for their weddings... You are more confident than I am. Zhao Changhe was in a trance as he ate the noodles.
The agreement between myself and the Cui family has indeed achieved its results. Yangyang's honor and integrity have not been lost. Most people still feel that it is impossible to do anything, and most people are happy to say that it is done after three times. And the Cui family doesn't carry too many ungrateful comments. Anyway, the virtues of the family are like that. Most people actually think it's great if they can leave you a thought...
It means that good people can't do anything, and bad people leave a ray of grace, but people won't scold them. Is this the truth?
And Zhao Changhe's reputation in the world is not as bad as that of the anti-bone gangsters before. He gave the girl a gift for his righteousness. Although everyone didn't say it, they probably gave him a thumbs up in their hearts. Then he was driven away again, and he became more and more down-to-earth, like a civilian idol... even though his fans are all black guys.
What's more important is that along the way, I found that the wanted order was cancelled, and I was no longer a gangster who could not walk in the sun with a crime on his back.
Everything you did before that came to fruition.
"Fortunately, after surviving the confrontation with difficulty, people finally got tired of talking about Zhao Changhe, and started talking about Han Wubing: 6 I had never heard that Han Wubing was from Jianlu before, and I thought he was a lone ranger. Who said just now that he came from Jianlu?"
"Shit, how can anyone who has made a name for himself in the world really have no background? Even Yue Hongling has a background in a third-rate sect, and Zhao Changhe is still using the Blood God to teach his skills. A lone ranger? Even a true lone ranger. , that was also taught by an expert hermit. How can there be a lone ranger who really jumps out from the cracks in the rocks?"
"So why did he fall out with Jianlu?"
"I don't know. The Lord of Jianlu is the eighth on the Earth Ranking. I wonder if he will personally take action to deal with this rebellion?"
"How can such a strong person be dispatched to deal with traitors at every turn? Xue Canghai is not even on the list, so he will not go out to find Zhao Changhe himself. There are not many things that can be done."
Zhao Changhe covered his head and said Han Wubing when he said Han Wubing. I really want to hear this story. Why do you turn your every sentence on me? It’s none of my business...
As a result, after listening for a long time, there was no useful news at all.
It seems that everyone can hear about the so-called "rumours". In fact, only a few people know the real inside story. If you listen to people's wild guesses, you will be led astray.
"Want to know more about Han Wubing?" Someone suddenly sat in front of him and said with a smile, "Actually, there is a place where you can learn about almost all events in the world as quickly as possible."
Zhao Changhe looked up and saw a middle-aged man with ordinary appearance and no distinguishable features.
He finished eating the noodles in a few seconds and said calmly: "If I want to know about Han Wubing, I can just ask him directly. I'm just here to eat and listen out of curiosity. Don't think that I am interested in other people's gossip. I don’t even bother to ask you how old your leader is this year and whether you want to find a husband.”
The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly: "Why do you know that I am coming from the Suppressing Demon Division? Just based on my words?"
Zhao Changhe smiled: "It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you... I have a few words, please tell Mr. Tang."
The middle-aged man cupped his hands and said, "Please tell me."
Zhao Changhe wiped his mouth leisurely: "First, I have an appointment with someone, and I have to go to Gujian Lake to keep the appointment. I don't have much time, and I don't have time to care about other things. I don't have to go wherever someone tells me to go. "
The middle-aged man said helplessly: "Chief Tang's advice is that the situation in Gujian Lake is unpredictable now, so it's best to avoid it and not go there."
Zhao Changhe was unmoved: "Since we have an appointment, I will go even if the sky drops a knife. What's more, Han Wubing can see it, but I can't?"
The middle-aged man sighed: "You must keep your promise, and I respect you. But the sky may really strike. At least this way, the Blood God Church has high-level officials to deal with you. The more famous you are, the more embarrassing they will be." Don’t go down. If you are willing to talk to us, we can also help you solve this matter, otherwise I’m afraid it will be difficult for you to walk to Gujian Lake.”
"You don't need to deal with it. The matter of the Blood God Sect can be regarded as my personal grudge. I will handle it myself without any favors from you." Zhao Changhe suddenly laughed out loud: "The most embarrassing thing about the Blood God Sect is that Leader Xue was killed." Is someone overstepping his rank and beating him up? This is just a slap in the face to me."
Middle-aged people:
"Second, although I reject you, I don't have any objections to you... It's just that if Tang Wanzhuang wants to talk to me about something, I hope she can take the time to talk in person instead of going around and around. Crooked, I’m annoyed.” Zhao Changhe stood up and said, “Shopkeeper, pay the bill!”
