When Zhu Houzhao practiced the Haoque Swordsmanship for the twentieth time, he was overjoyed that he didn't feel any fatigue at all.
Hard work really pays off! He couldn't help but sigh.
Now that the problem of fatigue in practicing Haoque swordsmanship has been solved, the next thing we face is how to solve the problem of other evil arts mixed with his orthodox swordsmanship when competing with Yamada swordsmanship.
Zhu Houzhao has a headache! This problem is so difficult to solve! He is a little worried and dizzy.
But at this moment, Zhu Houzhao suddenly heard a burst of rapid, noisy footsteps and sharp panting coming from the quiet mountain path next to him.
"What is going on?" Zhu Houzhao was shocked.
Before Zhu Houzhao could figure out what was going on and react, he saw an old man in ragged clothes staggering out from the quiet mountain path and seemed to be seriously injured. Then he stumbled into the He fell into Zhu Houzhao's arms and didn't even give Zhu Houzhao a chance to dodge.
"What the hell, what's going on?" Zhu Houzhao's mind was in a mess, or according to the future
In later years, the term for this situation was called "brain freeze".
"This is... the sword manual of Ten Thousand Sword Techniques. It can deal with any messy sword skills in the world. As a master... I leave it to you... be sure to... hide it. ....."
Before Zhu Houzhao could figure out what was going on, the old man thrust an old yellow book into his hand with a sad look on his face, then his eyes gradually lost focus, and he finally fell to the ground.
What Zhu Houzhao could see was that when the old man fell, his eyes were full of expectation and hope. His skinny hands dropped down. He had no strength anymore, and his eyes were wide open and could no longer be closed.
"Sword Manual of Ten Thousand Sword Techniques? This is great information! I didn't expect that the swordsmanship that I and Yamada Kenbi talked nonsense about actually existed in the world! It's good now. If you want to fall asleep, I have a pillow. Believe it or not, learn it. After learning this sword manual, next time I compete with Yamada's sword, I will definitely kill him."
Zhu Houzhao first found a mouse hole in the grass and hid the sword manual. He also stuffed the outside with soil, and then stood there for a long time. It all happened very quickly. He had no idea what was going on. How funny this was. So he went up the mountain to practice swordsmanship, and out of thin air, a master fell from the sky and died in his arms, along with a sword manual.
What the hell is going on? ? It's so baffling! Zhu Houzhao's eyes were a little dull, and his mind was dull. In any case, this place was not a place to stay for a long time, and it would be very bad for him to stay.
Zhu Houzhao wanted to see if the noble man lying on the ground was still breathing, but he finally stopped.
In short, no matter whether the old man faked his death or died for real, he was destined to be less successful than Zhu Houzhao.
Faking death? That’s just cheating!
Zhu Houzhao could completely predict the bloody plot that was going to happen next. Soon, a group of strong and fierce men with weapons in their hands would suddenly rush out from the quiet mountain path.
The leader of the group of strongmen would glare at him first, and then shout directly at him: "Bitch thief, where are you going if you kill someone?" Then he asked whether the collision between people would kill someone or not. , they would shout and hold him tightly, and then ask him if he wanted to do it publicly or privately? Publicly? Let you go to the guillotine or eat peanuts, or privately? That's easy to say. Then that group of strongmen would offer a series of sky-high prices to compensate for medical expenses, nutrition expenses, mental losses, lost work wages, etc., so that Zhu Houzhao would not be able to afford it, and it would be best to let him rush to the street and become a pug.
And what if he was really dead? That would be the worst. He didn't say anything privately, but put on the hat of a murderer and directly sent him to the government, even though Zhu Houzhao did nothing.
After all, Zhu Houzhao didn't have the quality to bend down even under the weight of Mount Tai, and his face didn't change color and his heart didn't beat. He wanted to run away quickly, away from the place of right and wrong.
However, it was still too late.
Just as Zhu Houzhao expected, soon, a group of strong men with long swords and fierce looks suddenly rushed out from the quiet mountain path.
The group of people first stopped next to the old man on the ground, stepped forward to inspect him carefully, and then searched his body. They seemed to be disappointed and shook their heads.
Then, several people stood up one after another.
The leader actually rushed forward, glared at Zhu Houzhao, and then shouted directly at him: "Thief, where are you going after you hit and killed someone?"
In an instant, Zhu Houzhao had a cowardly look on his face, shaking his head like a rattle and blushing like a monkey's butt. He stepped back and waved his hands repeatedly, saying: "You guys have misunderstood, you guys have misunderstood." , It’s true that I didn’t hit him to death, it was the old man who accidentally fell and fell to death while walking.”
"You fell to death?" The leader of the strongman snorted coldly, and when he exerted force on his chest, his two chest muscles suddenly collapsed.
Suddenly he noticed the sword in Zhu Houzhao's hand and shouted sternly: "I think you killed him with a sword, right? Otherwise, why are there blood stains on your clothes? Brother, you are in trouble, it is a big deal. Let me ask you, Do you want it to be public or private?
Is it public? Let you go to the guillotine or eat peanuts. Is it private? Then everything is easy to talk about.
With sweat on his face and trembling body, Zhu Houzhao had no choice but to choose the option where everything was easy to talk about.
So the strongman headed by him confidently offered a series of sky-high prices to compensate for medical expenses, nutrition expenses, mental losses, lost work wages, etc. No matter if you have money or not, I am afraid that you will not be able to get the money.
"Uncle, I am just a poor student from this mountain. He is so poor that he almost uses his underwear for food. He really has no money!" Zhu Houzhao begged for mercy over and over again. As he spoke, he burst into tears and runny nose. .
"No money? I think you want to get married?" Beside the leader of the strongmen, a black-faced man wielded a sword and said fiercely.
"It's absolutely forbidden to be a male." Zhu Houzhao trembled and said, "To tell you the truth, I am a married man, with a three-year-old child waiting to be fed, and an eighty-year-old mother who has dried up her oil lamp."
Zhu Houzhao's body slowly retreated, as if he was about to run away. The black-faced man suddenly swung behind him and blocked his retreat.
"This won't work, that won't work either. It seems that you are really bullying us. If I don't give you some color to see, you don't know why the flowers are so red. Brothers, why don't we kill this kid with one strike now? , claim your life for that old man." The bones of the hand holding the sword of the black-faced man made a clicking sound, and he shouted angrily, and several big men wanted to swing their swords at Zhu Houzhao together.
Two fists are hard to beat with four hands/a single sword is hard to beat with multiple swords. Zhu Houzhao's face suddenly turned pale.
But at this moment, the leader of the strongman had a strange look in his eyes and said: "Don't embarrass this little brother, we can talk slowly if we have anything to say."
Then he said to Zhu Houzhao, "Little brother, it's okay if you don't have money. Big brother won't make things difficult for you. If you hand over the yellow book, I will let you go."
