This knife came out of the blue, cutting extremely hard and hard. Jiang Ermao raised the mace, then lowered it weakly. After repeated attempts, he exhausted all his strength. "You...you...good boy..." He groaned and fell to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain, his hands and feet kept twitching, and he was dying in the blink of an eye.
Guo Chuanlin stepped on his chest, pulled out his sword, identified the spot, and chopped off his head with force. His face and body were splattered with blood, and he gnashed his teeth like a bloodthirsty evil ghost.
The middle-aged man shuddered and moved his lips, unable to speak. However, her daughter whispered: "Thank you, this brave man, for saving our father and daughter!" Her voice was soft and sweet, like the spring breeze. Crossing the river, the south of the Yangtze River spreads green for thousands of miles.
Guo Chuanlin glanced at the corpse, remained silent for a moment, and said bluntly: "You don't need to thank me... There are also rules for massacres in the city. You should find a place to hide quickly. You will be safe in two days."
The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly and thanked him. In the chaos of war, he encountered such a moral rebel. It was really a blessing from his ancestors and God's blessing.
Guo Chuanlin picked up Jiang Ermao's body and threw it into the well together with the mace. He stared at his hands for a long time and thought to himself: "That woman is thin and sick. Even if she is as beautiful as a fairy, she still doesn't deserve to be killed." That guy...could he be possessed by an evil spirit?" He vaguely felt that something was wrong, and felt a little nervous in his heart. Jiang Ermao was a man of brute strength, brave and good at fighting, and he could be considered a respectable person. He could kill him with one strike, so he might cause some trouble. Come on, let the soldiers come and cover up the water and earth, take it one step at a time!
He shook his head, went back to the kitchen, took down a few strips of bacon, put another bag of rice in it, put it on his shoulder and was about to leave. He said "Hey" and slapped his thigh hard. He was so restless that he almost forgot about important things. Guo Chuanlin found the baggage from the firewood pile and squeezed it. The jade jewelry and several old books were there. He thought to himself: "He put the books and the jade jewelry together. He obviously valued them very much. Why not take them back to Mr. Han to see?" , maybe you’ll like it.”
Having made up his mind, he strode out without looking back.
There was still one day and one night before the massacre of the city, and Guo Chuanlin left Guliang City. He did not go back to the warrior camp, but first went to the cook camp to find Zhang Bili, and stuffed rice meat and a bag of gold and silver into him. Zhang Bili squeezed the size, weighed the weight, smiled brightly, and trembled with fat all over his body, and patted him. I want to open a small stove for him, prepare two hard vegetables, and drink some wine.
Guo Chuanlin mumbled a few words casually, lowered his head and thought for a while, feeling a little uneasy in the end. He pressed the baggage in his arms and went to see Mr. Han again to ask him for advice.
Han Bing had an early dinner and sat alone in the tent, sipping a bowl of bitter tea. The candlelight flickered, illuminating his face, which was half yin and half yang, giving it a strange look. He was not surprised by the arrival of Guo Chuanlin. In his impression, this young soldier was different from others. He was very thoughtful and always paid attention to controlling his desires. He did not indulge himself in indulging in burning, killing and looting, and always maintained Stay awake.
Guo Chuanlin put down the baggage in his hand. Han Bing examined his face, tapped the rim of the bowl with his fingers, and said slowly: "You killed someone. There is the bloody smell of the wronged soul on your hands, and the anger is wrapped around his face. That’s not a good sign.”
Can you even see this? Guo Chuanlin's heart skipped a beat, and he admitted honestly: "Yes, I had no choice but to lose a life." He unpacked his bag, took out three pieces of jade jewelry, and respectfully presented them to Han Bing, asking him to taste them. two.
Han Bing's eyes lit up, he picked up the jade bracelet, looked at it carefully, and praised, "The harvest is good, this is an old green jade bracelet, transparent and perfect, very rare."
"Old type?" Guo Chuanlin scratched his head.
Han Bing explained patiently: "'Zhong' is the way jewelry products evaluate jadeite, also called 'Zhongfen'. They divide jadeite into 'old species', 'old new species' and 'kinds' based on color and transparency." 'New species', old species are rare and the most valuable."
He put down the bracelet and picked up the jade pendant again, "Like this one, it belongs to the old type of glass jade. It has fine texture, rich green color, and very fine carving. It was obviously made by a famous artist. It is rare." Excellent product. Chuan Lin, where did you get it?"
Guo Chuanlin smiled and said: "It's a large family in the west of the city that is engaged in jade business. A father and daughter are hiding in a dark room for refuge, and there is also a maid who is willing to give up his wealth in exchange for his life."
Han Bing seemed to remember something, frowned and asked: "Is the family in the jade business surnamed Qin?"
"I didn't ask and they didn't tell."
"Although the Guliang Qin family is a side branch, you can't afford to offend them. Have you ever made things difficult for them?" Han Bing's voice was a little distant. He seemed to know the details of that family, and there was emotion in his tone.
"No, I wanted to get people's money and eliminate disasters. I killed Jiang Ermao and saved their lives." Guo Chuanlin knew that he couldn't hide it, so he told the whole situation exactly.
"It's no big deal, it's just a ginger butcher!" Han Bing didn't care when he heard that the person who died was Jiang Ermao. He picked up the jade bead chain and looked at it carefully.
Guo Chuanlin did not dare to disturb him, so he waited patiently for a moment, and then said cautiously: "By the way, Mr. Han, there are also a few old books, which are placed together with the emeralds. They are well hidden."
"Old books? What old books?"
Guo Chuanlin hurriedly took the book and sent it to him. Han Bing flipped through a few pages and said disapprovingly: "Well, the Qin family has declined after all. Even this kind of thing is hidden."
"What's written in the book?" Guo Chuanlin didn't know a lot of Chinese characters, and he was a little curious.
Han Bing put down the book, patted it a few times, and said: "Qingcheng School's Kung Fu, one is boxing, one is swordsmanship, and the other is internal strength."
"Qingcheng Sect? Is it a famous sect?"
"It's still quite famous, but it can't be compared to the big sects. About ten years ago, the Qingcheng sect offended the Huashan sect. Hey, that's the famous sect. A few disciples came casually. Just wipe out the Qingcheng sect."
"Oh, that's right - so the Huashan sect's kung fu is very powerful?"
Han Bing heard that he wanted to practice martial arts, and he was moved in his heart and said: "The Huashan sect is very strict in selecting disciples, and you will not be able to climb up. However, the Qingcheng sect has no inheritance, and all the kung fu that has been passed down is in these three books." , if you want to learn, I can teach you."
"Thank you Mr. Han! I will definitely live up to Mr. Han's love!" Guo Chuanlin was overjoyed. He had long admired the martial arts skills of the martial arts masters, and it would be great if Mr. Han took the initiative to teach them.
Han Bing looked into his eyes and said solemnly: "After learning the Qingcheng sect's kung fu, you have entered the Qingcheng sect's door. If you encounter any troubles or disasters in the future, don't complain."
"No complaints, no complaints!" Guo Chuanlin pushed three pieces of jade jewelry to his hand, "Mr. Han, consider this my apprenticeship ceremony!"
"You didn't become a disciple, and I didn't accept you as my apprentice. I taught you to read and learn by yourself. You don't need to do so much by following the books and practicing by yourself. I accepted the bracelet. The flower pendant is of good workmanship. You can keep it yourself and send it to you later. For the woman you like, as for this jade bead necklace, I will help you forward it to Zhao Shuai."
The "Shuai Zhao" he refers to is Zhao Bohai, the leader of the rebels.
