Jianghu is a matter of Jianghu. If he had to be desperate, he would not use the power of the court. This is risking the disapproval of the world. Once he crosses the red line, there will be endless troubles. Han Bing saw hope in Guo Chuanlin. Although it was slim, hope was hope after all. The step he took without hesitation was slowly withdrawn.
The world was turned upside down. Han Bing never expected that the master-disciple friendship between him and Guo Chuanlin would end in Guliang City.
On this day, the moonlight was like water, shrouding the houses and courtyards of Qin's house. Guo Chuanlin was practicing his sword awkwardly when a chuckle startled him. He put away his sword and shouted vigilantly: "Who is it? "Under the locust tree, next to the well railing, there is a tall figure. Could it be that Jiang Ermao borrowed his corpse to resurrect his soul and crawled out of the well to seek revenge? Guo Chuanlin sneered, if he dared to cause trouble, he would kill him again!
"Ha, ha, ha, is this called practicing swordsmanship? It makes you laugh out loud! Any charlatan who sells plasters is better than you!" The man walked out from the shadow of the locust tree, and the moonlight shone on his face. He is a big man with a beard, tall and tall, with long hands and feet. He carries a big sword on his back and looks majestic.
"Who are you?" Guo Chuanlin raised his long sword and made a "wind into the pine" stance.
"Young man from the Qingcheng sect, let me show you what real swordsmanship is." The big man drew out his big sword with his backhand, and it was as light as nothing. He touched the ground with one foot, jumped up with the sword, and turned half a circle like a big bird. , volleyed down.
In Guo Chuanlin's eyes, his pounce was as slow as a turtle crawling, and the whole body was wide open. He could chop off his hands as much as he wanted, chop off his feet as much as he wanted, and disembowel his stomach as much or as little as he wanted. The characters in the arena turned out to be such idiots. He kept thinking in his mind, deliberately slowed down the shot, and hurriedly raised his sword. However, the timing of this "lone branch to welcome guests" was not right. He focused on one thing and missed the other, which exposed the flaw of the boss.
Seeing that he could chop off the opponent's head with one swing of his sword, the big man couldn't help but shake his head. The sword is the king of a hundred weapons. With such a qualification, it is better to practice spear training. He snorted, turned his wrist, and the sword blade struck his shoulder flatly. Guo Chuanlin's knees weakened and he fell to his knees involuntarily.
"Remember, this is called swordsmanship. The two hands of the Qingcheng sect are not even worthy of carrying our shoes!"
Guo Chuanlin's heart was as clear as a mirror. The opponent was arrogant but had no intention of harming him. Veins popped out on his forehead and he tried hard to stand up, but the opponent's sword was placed on his shoulder and his inner strength was released slightly. Guo Chuanlin hurriedly pretended to be sore in his back. His legs were weak, he looked like he couldn't breathe, his throat was rattling, and he was unable to sound a warning. What is the origin of the other party? Could it be that they are coming for the Korean soldiers? Thoughts were swirling in his mind, and suddenly he heard a scream coming out of the sky, and it stopped suddenly, but it was Han Bing's voice.
The whistling sound was like a needle or a cone, piercing the big man's ears, like a dying snake, rolling and struggling in his mind. His face suddenly changed, his body swayed slightly, he hurriedly took back the sword, and looked carefully, but saw a man in gray. The old man staggered into the backyard, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Quick... hurry up... that guy's qigong..."
He had obviously suffered a great loss and suffered severe internal injuries. He was vomiting blood and was out of breath. Another scream soared upwards, resounding through the sky, and it could still gallop and change at extremely high altitudes. The expression of the old man in gray changed greatly, and he struggled: "He...has regained his breath...if he doesn't leave...it will...be...too late..."
The big man's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. He tapped several key points on his chest in an attempt to protect his heart, but the old man in gray still vomited blood. He smiled bitterly and said: "It's useless...Qingcheng Sect's...Double Collision..." Before he could finish his words, he fainted.
The big man made a decision immediately, carried the old man on his shoulder with his left hand, grabbed Guo Chuanlin's vest with his right hand, clamped it heavily under his arm, kicked off the high wall with both feet, and ran out of the city like lightning. Guo Chuanlin struggled desperately. The big man was upset and clamped hard. Guo Chuanlin relaxed his body, lowered his hands and feet, and pretended to have fainted.
Han Bing stood on the wall, stroking his chest, watching them disappear into the night, with a trace of pain on his face, his hands trembling, and his face so red that he almost bled. "Hey, Huashan Sect, Qiu Zhuye, the 'Double Sword Master'... What a trick! So powerful!" He tried his best to suppress the surging blood in his chest, and slowly adjusted his inner breath.
Just now, he and Qiu Zhuye exchanged seven palms. Although he severely damaged his opponent with his "double collision force", he was also seriously injured. He could only watch as they took Guo Chuanlin away. "He fell into the hands of the Huashan faction this time, and I'm afraid it will be a disaster!" Han Bing couldn't help but sigh, feeling restless and unable to calm down.
Concern leads to chaos. He thought that he had cultivated to the point where "gains and losses are no longer lingering in his mind", but when things came to pass, he couldn't avoid it. Shouts were heard everywhere, fires lit up one by one, and the awakened soldiers gathered from all directions to protect Qin's house. But they were a step too late, and they only found Mr. Han leaning sickly by the locust tree, lowering his head and thinking about something. No trace of the enemy was found.
The big man knew Guliang City very well. He was beating around the bush, scurrying high and low, and chose quiet places to hide. The noisy rebels were as dark as under the lamp, but he couldn't see anything close at hand. After leaving the city, he saw empty hills and rivers in front of him. The big man took a deep breath, spread his legs and ran for dozens of miles at once. He had superb internal skills and long energy. Even though he had one person on his shoulders and another under his arm, his steps were not disturbed at all.
After running along the Jian River for more than ten feet, a carriage stopped under the shade of a tree. The big man breathed a sigh of relief and slowly slowed down. The rider came forward with a horse-like face and called out "Master". He was startled when he caught a glimpse of the old man in gray on his shoulder. The big man ran for most of the night, moving as fast as a galloping horse, bumping like a galloping horse. Qiu Zhuyeye had been awakened. He grunted a few times and said feebly: "Boy, don't stand there stupidly. Give me a hand!" He recovered. I have gained some strength, and at least I can speak clearly.
The handlebar hurriedly took Qiu Zhuye, half-supported and half-hugged, and carefully placed him on the car. A bright girl stuck her head out, rolled her eyes, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Daddy!" The big man said "hmm" and threw Guo Chuanlin to the car. He was anxious and urged: "Let's go quickly. Let’s go quickly, there’s a big commotion in the city, and the rebels will catch up at dawn!”
The driver turned around and jumped onto the shaft, shook the reins, and drove the carriage down the Jianhe River. After walking for more than half an hour, they rounded a shoal and reined in the horse with the handlebar "Xu Xu". The big man jumped out of the car, picked up Qiu Zhuye and ran all the way down the river embankment to a fishing boat. After a few words, the fishing boat Raise the sail and go down the river, disappearing behind the satin in the blink of an eye.
The Jade Rabbit fell to the west, the night was fading, the sky was bright, and the sound of horse hooves could be faintly heard from the direction of Guliang City. There was not much time left for them. The big man returned to the carriage, his eyes fell on Guo Chuanlin, he couldn't help but snorted coldly, and said angrily: "This time it is really embarrassing, and it makes people keep talking behind their backs!"
The girl stuck out her tongue and said with a low smile: "Chew your tongue as long as you chew your tongue. You are not afraid of the shadow when you are upright. Besides, when Sister Qin asks for help, even the head has to show off her face..."
The handlebars eagerly urged the horses and drove the carriage away at a gallop.
