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!”
After leaving the restaurant, the rain stopped, and Zhao Changhe felt a little better. He saw that his beloved horse was eating comfortably, and there was no such thing as horse stealing, which made him feel even better.
If you think about it carefully, of course no one would dare to steal a horse without looking at the terrifying knife he carries on his back.
Zhao Changhe rewarded the waiter with a broken piece of silver and was about to put his foot up when he suddenly remembered something and put his foot down again. He leaned over and carefully checked the stirrups and saddle for foreign objects.
The Cui family has lived a comfortable life, and almost forgot these skills.
After careful inspection, it was not found. Zhao Changhe breathed a sigh of relief and got on his horse.
The middle-aged man from the Demon Suppression Department had been standing at the door looking at him. He showed admiration when he saw this, and handed over a page of paper: "This is Han Wubing's information."
Zhao Changhe was not polite and took it directly: "Thank you."
The middle-aged man said: "I'm going to suppress the Demon Commander Wu Weiyang. Maybe we will meet again in the future. As for the turmoil here, the Demon Demon Commander will not take action. Please be careful along the way."
After saying that, the figure flashed and disappeared.
At this speed, at least the seventh or eighth level of the entrance hall... The Demon Suppressor still has some skills. Zhao Changhe didn't feel much. The ninth person on the list had already had tea in front of him, so he didn't care about this.
He actually felt that Wu Weiyang's words were a bit suggestive. He would not take action in the event of a storm and would be careful along the way. But what about after that? If you need help with something at that time, can you contact the local demon-suppressing company?
Zhao Changhe didn't think about this for the time being. He rode Tuxue Wuzui slowly along the official road, unfolding the information given by Wu Weiyang in his hand and looking at it carefully.
Han Wubing, nineteen years old this year... is actually younger than him. He was so cold-hearted and could not be seen in the ruined temple before.
He was originally an ordinary disciple of Bashan Sword House, but his qualifications were not outstanding. Because of his hard work in practicing swordsmanship, he was considered to be a middle-class disciple. He is taciturn and only likes to practice swordsmanship, so his popularity is average and his sense of presence is not high.
Three years ago, everyone in the Jianlu came to the Ancient Sword Lake to try their luck, looking for the legendary ancient sword left over from the previous era. Han Wubing was in the third level of the entrance at that time, and he followed the team.
The reason why the legend of the divine sword in Gujian Lake has always been in the market is not just because it is passed down from ancient times, but also because it exudes magic. Occasionally, amazing sword energy will arise from the lake, and those who come to look for the sword are often killed here inexplicably. But after further investigation, I found nothing. It was completely baffling, and I didn't even know where the sword energy came from.
Because of this, everyone believes that there is something magical here, but no force is willing to stay here to search for swords for fear of dying inexplicably. Therefore, no one has ever booked the ancient sword lake, but the occasional people who come here to try their luck have never stopped over the years. .
But after so many years, nothing was found. Cui Yuanyang also said before that the Cui family organized people to search for it many times but still couldn't find it. Cui Wenxia has the best intellectual and military power in the world. If he can't find it, others will have no chance. Therefore, the bigger powers gradually give up looking for this thing, feeling that it is a waste of time.
The big power is gone, but the people in the world who want to try their luck are still coming one after another. No one dares to live by the lake, but Jianhu City, which is more than ten miles away, is extremely prosperous and lively. The number of inns, brothels, pubs and casinos is probably the most in the world, more than the capital, because there are too many outsiders.
This also creates a place where Dong forces are complex and the fish and dragons are mixed. Its complexity is indeed not something that a newcomer with a third or fourth level of entrance can easily play in.
Han Wubing was with the team at that time. Of course, he was just going out with his elders and brothers to gain experience. It could also be regarded as a martial arts experience organized by Jianlu. He was not well-connected and did not go with his brothers, so he searched alone by the lake. However, he unexpectedly met a good friend. When they saw that they seemed to be compatible, they went together to search together.
As for whether there is any reason for this, why a person who is not popular can hit it off with someone else, the intelligence information of the Zhenmo Division cannot be as detailed as this. After all, the person involved, Han Wubing, will not be interviewed by you. It can only be passed on in one stroke.
The ancient sword was not found, but Han Wubing and his friend were lucky enough to find the corpse of a senior who had died here, and got some swordsmanship inheritance and a sword. The friend divided the sword, and Han Wubing shared the secret book and everyone was happy.
As a result, Jianlu's fellow apprentices met and bullied him, saying that this should be Jianlu's thing, whether it was a sword or a secret book.
In the end, his friend was killed and the sword was taken away. Han Wuyi angrily tore up the secret book and left the sword hut. From then on, he wandered around the world, became more taciturn, and made a living as a bounty hunter.
The incident was very simple, and there was no exaggeration in the records given by the Demon Suppression Division. They just explained the situation dryly. Zhao Changhe couldn't seem to get his emotions moving, so he secretly thought that Han Wubing's story, which he had been curious about for a long time, was actually a story that could be seen everywhere in the world. Taking advantage of the situation to seize the treasure and kill people, and the children run away in anger, even if you put the starting point to open the book, it is a template that was only used ten years ago.
But having said that, Han Wubing was very loyal. He tried his sword in three years, went to the fifth level of the entrance hall, worshiped at the tomb during the Qingming Festival, and killed all his enemies. It was a great pleasure.
Zhao Changhe couldn't help but open the wine gourd and took a sip: "It's a pleasure. Only when such an opponent invites you to fight can people have expectations. Unlike those monsters and monsters, even if the road is paved along the way, they are just like flies and annoying."
After saying this, he put away the gourd, suddenly flicked his hand, and a copper coin whizzed out.
On the treetops on the roadside, someone suddenly screamed and fell from the tree.
"Do you really think that I am so absorbed in reading that I don't even know that someone is coming?" Zhao Changhe laughed loudly and rode away: "A knife from the sky? It's nothing more than a whetstone!"
"Whoosh!" Several sword beams burst out in front of him, and the sword energy roared sharply, piercing the door in front of him.
As Zhao Changhe galloped forward, he reached back and grasped the handle of the knife protruding from his shoulder.
When the sword arrives, the horse arrives.
"Choke!" Dragon Bird unsheathed it and swung its sword furiously.
The attacking assassins were all horrified, but how could a person in mid-air avoid such a wide range of swords?
Several long swords were placed on the path of the sword, and a shattering sound came. The swords were broken, and blood rained all over the sky.
Wu Zui rushed through the broken limbs in the snow, with blood raining all over the sky behind him, and the Great Xia dragon bird screamed excitedly.
There were assassins ahead who wanted to take action, but everyone was dumbfounded when they saw this scene. How could they dare to move?
A little further away, it seemed like someone was ambushing me and pulling up a snagging rope.
Zhao Changhe saw it with sharp eyes, turned his horse and rushed straight to the road.
Before the man could pull up the rope, Taxue Wuzui's charging speed was far beyond his expectation, and before he even raised his hand, the horse was already in front of him.
The length of the blade and the attack range exceeded expectations... The people behind watched helplessly as a dark red arc passed through, and with a "click", the sword broke in two.
Only half of the body was left, and he stood there stupidly, still holding one end of the trip rope in his hand. Wu Zui, who was treading the snow, had already jumped out more than ten feet away.
"It doesn't matter whether you are the Blood God Cult, Tingxue Tower, or Xiao Xiao who snatches the horse and sword..." Zhao Changhe put away his sword and jumped on his horse, laughing and left: "I will not hide my tracks along the way, just come if you want!"
Wu Weiyang stood at the back and looked into the distance, tutting his tongue: "With such bravery, the leader is actually worried that he is in danger on the road... He said he doesn't want our help, but he is probably already excited inside because he is afraid that others are not strong enough."
A subordinate next to him sighed: "If such a person does not fall into the world early, he will definitely dominate the world." ""
Wu Weiyang did not answer, knowing the subtext of his subordinates.
The chance of such a person dying is still relatively high... But recalling Zhao Changhe's careful inspection before mounting his horse, Wu Weiyang still felt that this person would not die.
Although he may look heroic, he is serious at heart. He really thinks he is a rude man. Now the grass on his grave is already three feet high.
"Go back and report it to the Chief. I wonder if she will really come to see you in person." Wu Weiyang muttered in confusion: It's strange that the Chief's attention to this person is somewhat extraordinary."
