Yu Liancheng stayed in the back mountain for several days.
In the past few days, in addition to dealing with the second teacher Jun Mo's Wenjian and occasionally training other students in the academy, he had a drink with the master and discussed how to deal with Haotian.
For Haotian, Master is the most delicious snack and the biggest threat. Therefore, getting rid of Master is a top priority for Haotian. And after Haotian is removed, I am afraid that the next person to deal with is Yulian City.
Yulian City is not only slightly less delicious than Confucius, but also a visitor from outside the world, and the threat level is not low at all.
So in order not to be expelled or eaten by Haotian, the best way is to deal with Haotian together with Master.
After a few days of this, feeling extremely restless and thinking about the recent commotion in Chang'an City, Yu Liancheng decided to go down the mountain.
Before going down the mountain, Yu Liancheng took out the Buddha chessboard, and with a thought, a figure appeared in front of him.
The person who was put on the chessboard was, of course, "Little Heizi" Zhuoer. Zhuoer's appearance has not changed much from before. He is still like a black charcoal head, so black that it is appalling. However, his temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes. Compared with before, he is more solemn and cold, as sharp as a knife.
Practicing high-level martial arts requires the harmony of heart and mind. This is not surprising.
Zhuoer was slightly surprised by the change in the scene in front of him. Then he saw Yu Liancheng, and he quickly clasped his fists and bowed: "Zhuoer has met Mr. Yu."
"You have been practicing in the chessboard world for seven or eight years. Let me see your results." Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm.
"yes."
There was a hint of excitement in Zhuoer's tone.
After eight years of hard training, if you can't show it in front of others, wouldn't it be like walking in brocade at night?
With a "swish" sound, the long sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, turning into a blood-red sword light that swept across a radius of ten feet. The strong wind roared continuously, and its power was extremely shocking.
The sword light was just a light sweep, and the surrounding vegetation was immediately broken or even shattered. Even a square and a half man-sized piece of bluestone was easily cut open with this knife, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.
After a while, Zhuoer performed the "Thirty-Eight Stances of the Underworld" once, and when he drew back his sword, he was slightly out of breath.
"Although it is still far from the 'Netherworld comes to the world, strange and unpredictable', it is more than enough to deal with most masters who know their fate." Yu Liancheng nodded slightly: "Do you want revenge?"
"Of course I do." Zhuoer said without hesitation, and then pondered slightly: "It's just... with my current sword skills, it's not easy to defeat Xiahou."
"It's not Xiahou's hatred."
"That is……"
"You just come with me." Yu Liancheng turned around and said in a calm tone: "You must not only learn to use a knife, but also learn to kill people."
…
The spring rain continued.
It's not quiet tonight.
The Yulong Gang is the number one gang in Chang'an.
Over the years, the Yulong Gang has controlled grain distribution, warehouse transfer, water transportation, military logistics support, and household department warehouse guarding... Almost the most profitable secret work in Chang'an and even the Tang Dynasty has been occupied by the Yulong Gang. If a little soup water is given to the rest of the leading gangs, naturally some people will be dissatisfied.
If the rest of the gangs are just dissatisfied, we can just fight with real swords and guns. No one can speak with fists and water. The Yulong Gang is known as the Three Thousand Green Shirts and is not afraid of any gang.
But more importantly, the big names behind these gangs are dissatisfied.
Every big shot is a powerful figure in the court. Every time he stamps his feet, the whole of Chang'an will tremble. Now, the Yulong Gang has almost been pushed to a dead end.
Live or die, it's tonight.
In order to deal with the Yulong Gang, the big shots and other gangs also stepped in, dispatching nearly a thousand gang members, dozens of Tang Army elites, and a group of practitioners.
The courtyard wall is deep.
Dozens of Tang army elites wearing dark ponchos stood silently behind the courtyard wall, holding crossbows in their hands. They were as silent as a group of stone sculptures. Even if the wind and rain hit their faces, they could not wash away the cold and murderous look on their faces. The sergeants of the Tang Dynasty were the elite among the sergeants in the world, and the dozens of people in front of them were even more elite among the Tang army.
Behind these Tang army elites, two people were sitting on the wooden planks of the open building that were locked by layers of rain curtains. One was a middle-aged man with handsome features, dressed in a snow-white gown, with a long small sword quietly resting on the wooden floor beside him. The other man was wearing a hat and lowered his head slightly. His face could not be seen clearly, but judging from the monk's robe, a pair of bare feet and the copper bowl in front of him, he should be an ascetic.
One of these two people is a great swordsman from Nanjing and the other is an ascetic from Yuelun Kingdom.
Similarly, they are also the masters sent by the powerful people of the Yulong Gang who want to deal with them.
They are waiting.
Waiting for Chao Xiaoshu.
However, they did not wait for Chao Xiaoshu. What awaited them was a black charcoal-looking drow with a knife but no umbrella.
"In that spring rain that day, you almost killed me with just one move..." Zhuoer strode into the courtyard, letting the rain wash over his face, and looked at the long-robed swordsman.
For him, many years have passed since that battle.
But the thrill of the opponent's sword that day was vaguely due to Zhuo Ri.
"It's you." The swordsman in the star-white gown frowned and said with a hint of confusion in his tone: "You're not dead? Haha, it seems that the injury is almost healed."
"It's a pity that you didn't care about a little person like me at that time, and just used your sword casually. If you were a little more serious, otherwise I would definitely die." Zhuoer slowly unsheathed his sword and said in a very solemn tone: "But I will never If you don’t make this mistake, I will cut off your head and I will feel relieved.”
"Haha, for a little guy who has climbed up in the first realm, even if you recover from your injuries, you may even have an adventure, but so what?!" The long-robed swordsman's face turned cold, and he clicked and flicked the middle finger of his right hand. The sword beside him was already ready to try. With a soft groan, his dagger turned into green light and shot towards the drow.
The ascetic monks from the Moon Wheel Kingdom sit cross-legged, as motionless as a mountain.
sudden! chug! Chuchuchu!
At the same time, the elite of the Tang army pulled the trigger, and dozens of arrows shot at Zhuoer with a strong sound of breaking the wind.
Zhuoer squeezed the handle of the knife tightly with his palm, his expression solemn.
To be honest, he was a little panicked and frightened. In the past, he was only a first-level practitioner. Whether it was the flying sword of the swordsman in blue or the arrows that shrouded him like dark clouds, he could die several times. Although he joined the military and the Yulong Gang, he did not really wallow in the dead like Ning Que.
But he also knew that he had been in the chessboard world for several years, and it was no longer what it used to be.
The most intuitive point is that although the flying sword of the blue-shirted swordsman is fast, he can clearly catch it, while the arrows of Tang Jun even make him feel very slow.
The drow roared loudly, and the bloody sword light flew into the sky.
when!
Sparks flew everywhere and flying swords were knocked away.
Ding ding ding! !
A series of dense sounds sounded, and all the arrows were cut off.
He is really different.
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(End of chapter)
