Chapter 55: Toward the little tree! Towards the little tree!
Chapter 55: Chao Xiaoshu! Chao Xiaoshu!
Seeing the usually brave subordinates being slapped away by the middle-aged man with a wave of his sleeves, seeing the other party getting closer and closer, Nancheng Master Meng, Shunsuke, Uncle Cat and other heroes who were swaying the night in Nancheng and West City, their bodies began to
Trembling slightly, I could not suppress the strong desire to retreat.
However, thinking of the real nobleman standing behind them, and the two real strong men in the house, they gritted their teeth and roared the fiercest: "Everyone rush up and surround him to death! Throwing axes!"
The fierce roar echoed in the streets and alleys around Chunfeng Pavilion. What was very strange was that when they heard the words "surround him to death", the gang members who mustered up the courage to rush forward with steel knives howling and dispersed as quickly as possible.
He opened the car and tried his best to stay away from Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que. The crowd in front dispersed, revealing two rows of strong men - those men had rough cloth belts tied around their waists, with four small axes in their hands.
Holding two small axes, he was about to throw them!
The people of the Tang Dynasty favored martial arts, and there was a fierce atmosphere between the government and the public. Therefore, the capital city of Chang'an could not help but carry swords. Even if it was a weapon such as a simple knife, as long as you did not take it out and wander around in the bustling city, the government would not care about you.
However, the control of long-range weapons such as bows and arrows is relatively strict, especially the powerful crossbows, which are strictly prohibited from private ownership. In this case, dozens of flying axes that break through the air become the most terrifying method.
!
At this point in the rainy night fighting, the calm expression on Chao Xiaoshu's face changed for the first time. He looked at the two rows of axe-throwers under the far wall. He showed no fear, not even vigilance. He just wrinkled slightly.
He frowned, as if he just felt there was some trouble, shook his head and said, "You know what to do."
This sentence was naturally meant for Ning Que, but Ning Que... didn't know what to do at this time. If the opponent's flying axes came like raindrops, he believed that he could escape, but he also believed that Chao Xiaoshu
He would not choose to leave before killing or defeating all the enemies. At this moment, he looked at Chao Xiaoshu's back, and suddenly remembered the battle at the Beishan crossing, and what the old man Lu Qingchen had said, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
Different colors.
As if hearing the shocked sound in his mind, the thin green steel sword in Xiaoshu's hand buzzed, vibrating at a terrifying speed, shaking all the rain and blood on the sword into powder.
Then it disappeared with a hiss, turning into a gray flowing shadow that tore through the rain curtain and flew towards the two rows of axe-throwers!
Like a gray flowing shadow, it is actually a swift sword. The traces of the sword are subtle and subtle. The direction of the sword's edge is like those raindrops hanging in the night sky that are disturbing spring dreams. They are pierced by grains, piercing the outermost part of the raindrops.
layer of skin, pierce its heart, and then penetrate out, pierce the outermost layer of skin of the human body, then pierce its flesh and bones, and then penetrate out, the fingers holding the ax handle are like lotus joints.
, and then blood began to spurt out from the fracture!
In front of the alley wall, I could only hear the sound of the sword tip piercing the raindrops, and the sound of fingers being cut off. I couldn't count how many fingers that were holding the ax handle were scattered together with the raindrops, and then
The heavy axes fell to the ground one after another, making muffled sounds when they hit the rain-covered ground, and finally there were countless miserable howls!
There were two axemen with the quickest reactions and quickest movements. When Chunfeng Ting Lao Chao raised his sword, they had already thrown the ax in their hands. However, in the flash of lightning, the gray shadow of the sword passed by.
Their wrists were cut off, only to see a surge of blood. They actually threw their hands together with the axe, and then drew a sad line of blood, and fell tragically to the ground not far away. The picture looked extremely bloody!
The Chunfeng Pavilion was completely silent under the night rain. Chao Xiaoshu stood in the rain, looking at the hundreds of Chang'an City gang members around him, watching his flying sword disappear and appear, triggering bursts of howls, with a calm and unmoved face.
.
Mr. Meng from Nancheng looked pale, pointed tremblingly at Chao Xiaoshu outside the pavilion, and screamed like a mad woman: "Chao Xiaoshu!... Chao Xiaoshu! Chao Xiaoshu! How can you be a... practitioner! You...
How can you be a great swordsman!"
"What kind of person do you need by your side?"
"Quick enough, ruthless enough, brave enough, but I can't blink my eyes when I kill, and I can't let anything fall on me."
Ning Que stared at the back of Xiaoshu in front of him, watching the middle-aged man's hands hanging outside the thin sleeves of his green shirt tremble slightly, his body couldn't help but feel a little stiff, and the thin sword finally turned into a silent gray shadow.
His guess was proven, and he finally understood the previous conversation in the shop.
In the battle at Beishan Pass, the great swordsman who was abandoned by the academy was accompanied by a warrior valet. After Lu Qingchen used a trick to trap the great swordsman, he killed the warrior valet immediately. It was precisely because the swordsman read the master
When such practitioners are in battle, they are most afraid of being killed at close range, just like Chunfengting Laochao who finally showed his true strength at this time.
At this moment, Chao Xiaoshu's mental energy is all tied to that elusive flying sword. It seems to be extremely powerful. However, the sword is no longer in his hand. He has lost all his defense capabilities. If someone on the other side can break through at this time, then
If you use a flying sword or quietly approach him to launch a sneak attack, he will be in great danger.
Presumably during those dangerous battles in previous years, Chao Xiaoshu must have had those rumored to be extremely fierce brothers as his bodyguards. However, tonight, his brothers were all locked up in their respective camps by the government, so he needed to find someone to find him.
Someone who can be trusted and strong enough to protect his immediate safety.
So he went to Lin 47 Lane in the pouring spring rain, walked into the calligraphy shop called Laobi Zhai, stood on the wet ground outside the threshold, and looked at the young man who was sighing and eating noodles.
, said with a smile:
"I'm going to kill someone."
"I need someone by my side."
Chao Xiaoshu only knew what kind of things Ning Que had done, but didn't know what kind of person he was. But to entrust his safety and even life to him seemingly casually, there was no doubt that this was a conspiracy.
gamble.
This gamble, or trust, made Ning Que feel a little heavy on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, tightened the jaw of his right hand slightly, grasped the handle of the knife tilted toward the sky behind his back, and slowly pulled out the bright and traceless knife.
Pu Dao.
When rainwater falls on the ground, it is quickly stained by the dust that accumulates on daily basis. It gradually merges into a stream and flows to the sewers on the street. It is also quickly smelled by years of sludge. This is the favorite environment of the rats in Chang'an City. A fur
Some festering rats pounced on a severed human finger with two dirty black front paws, biting it excitedly, occasionally pausing to lick the blood on their fur. The human killings that took place in the view from above
It has nothing to do with it. It just hopes that the faint shadow can cut off a few more fingers, and hopes that the rain will wash those fingers in front of it. Master Haotian, bless you, and the food for the whole family these days depends on you.
With a snap, a roaring thing came crashing down, hitting the mouse in front of him, splashing sewage and blood all over the floor. Master Haotian thought he was too greedy, so he wanted to smash me to death? The mouse quickly jumped in fear.
When it ran away and was about to get into the mouse hole at the foot of the courtyard wall, it reluctantly looked back at the finger that was about to be chewed into bones, and then resolutely flicked its tail and got in. If it looked carefully, it found that
That thing splattered with rain and blood is a human head, and it will definitely regret its decision.
When the mouse got out of the mouse hole, it could no longer regret it. At the moment when it was trampled into flesh by the hard Tang Army military boots, it was unclear whether its regret was that it could not tell the same kind of people how wonderful the taste of human flesh was.
An elite soldier of the Tang Army slowly retracted his feet wearing military boots, glanced at the bloody rat at his feet, listened to the sounds outside the courtyard wall, slowly returned to the queue, gestured to his colleagues about the fighting situation outside, and then lowered his head.
He glanced at the crossbow arrow in his hand to confirm that the rain had not caused any problems with the machine spring.
Dozens of Tang army elites wearing dark ponchos stood silently behind the courtyard wall, holding crossbows in their hands. The sound of killing around the dilapidated Chunfeng Pavilion outside the wall was loud at the moment, but no one noticed their presence. These sergeants remained silent.
They are like a group of stone sculptures. No matter the wind, rain or fighting, the expressions on their faces cannot change at all.
Behind these Tang army elites, two people were sitting on the wooden floor of the open building that was locked by layers of rain curtains. One of them was a middle-aged man with handsome features, wearing a starry white gown. There was a handbag lying quietly on the wooden floor next to him.
The sword is a bit small in size. The other man is wearing a hat and his face cannot be seen, but judging from the monk's robe he is wearing, his pair of broad and dirty bare feet and the copper bowl under the eaves in front of him, he should be an ascetic.
companion.
The long-robed swordsman frowned slightly and looked at the silky rain curtain in front of him, and said softly: "He is actually a swordsman. No wonder two of us need to be used."
The ascetic monk lowered his head and said nothing. He listened to the faint sound of flying swords piercing the air and splitting the rain coming from outside the wall. He stared at the copper bowl under the wooden steps, watching the rainwater in the bowl being disturbed by the new raindrops.
Gradually, I felt that my Qihai had become a little uneasy, so I lowered my head and slowly and firmly plucked the ironwood rosary beads on my wrist with my fingers.
This mansion is the imperial palace, the residence of the Chunfeng Pavilion Lao Chao. This wooden open building is Tingyu Tower, the small building where Chunfeng Pavilion Lao Chao used to listen to the rain when he had nothing to do and pretended to be a scholar. These elites of the Tang army and these two
A strong man is waiting for him to come home.
Outside the courtyard wall on the other side of the imperial palace, there were two carriages parked at the alleyway where the spring rain was pouring. The horses in front of the carriages were a little impatient due to the rain. They wanted to snort from time to time but could not make a sound and wanted to kick.
He hit his front hooves twice but didn't dare to move. One carriage was dead silent, but a low cough could be heard from time to time in the other carriage.
No one knew who was in the two carriages, but if Chao Xiaoshu could see the middle-aged fat man standing next to the carriage at this time, he would definitely guess that the person in the carriage was not an ordinary person. The seemingly ordinary man
The middle-aged fat man is not a celebrity in Chang'an City. He does not have any official status. However, many officials will try to please him when they see him, because many people know that some inconvenient things for His Highness are handled by him.
be processed.
However, such a person who was more powerful than the prime minister's butler, even though he was soaked by the cold spring rain, he did not dare to sit in the carriage to take shelter from the rain. He stood quietly outside the carriage with a slightly bent waist, with an extremely humble attitude.