Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 170: The Youth in Sanyuanli (Part 2)
Li Guang was stunned, looking at the two knives in the other party's hand, not knowing what to say. Zhang Nianzu said anxiously: "We are going to lose, why are you still being stunned here?"
The woman realized it at this time, and was frightened and said, "What can you help me at such a young age?"
Zhang Nianzu waved the knife in his hand and said, "You can chop people with a knife. I have seen many duels in Chang'an City over the years, and I have seen blood. I know how to chop people."
Li Guangdi hesitated a little and looked back at his mother. He has not had a father since childhood and is extremely filial to his mother. Even if his mother inexplicably gave birth to a young girl, he did not change his attitude towards his mother.
Zhang Nianzu was a little angry and said, "The country people really don't have the courage."
After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the yard.
Li Guangdi called him, took out a steel fork from the corner of the woodshed, walked out of the door, and said, "When I used a fork to hit the melon field, you didn't even dare to kill watermelon."
Zhang Nianzu looked at him and said happily: "Li Si, I did not read you wrong."
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The wind and snow were like anger, extremely cold, and thick snow was accumulated on the street.
Chang'an City has been frozen, and the silent on the Vermillion Bird Avenue seems to be at the bottom of the snow lake. There is no sound, only a few coughs come from the depths of the snow.
The eldest brother coughed on the other end of Fengxue.
When Ning Que attacked the city but still failed. He was about to be killed by the audience, he had no choice but to wait any longer, so he and his third senior sister Yu Lian came to the wind and snow.
Ning Que has not been able to use Chang'an City to isolate the snob from Haotian's world. This is definitely not the opportunity Yu Lian is waiting for, so they failed again.
The owner walked towards Ning Que on the other end of the street. His injuries were even worse and he began to cough, but his steps were still so stable. He stepped on the thick snow on the street, leaving only very light footprints.
The door next to the street is closed, and the market not far away is quiet like a tomb.
Ning Que sat on the snow street, covered in blood, and the snow under him was dyed red, so it was difficult to stand up.
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Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi hid in a house. They looked at the situation on the street through the crack of the door. The weather was too cold at this time, and snowflakes fell on their faces, as if they had frozen them.
The two teenagers have been peeping for a while, but they have never moved. They are not really frozen, but because they feel lonely and scared.
There is no one in the streets and alleys, and the whole world is so quiet.
They had no helpers, did not see the hooligans who were rampant in the market on weekdays, did not see the rogues who were extremely enviable on weekdays, did not see the Yulin Army that all the Tang teenagers regarded as idols, nor did they see the legendary Nanmen Temple
Practitioners, they can only see each other's pale faces and eyes full of nervousness and fear.
They were very brave, but after all, they were just ordinary teenagers. When they saw the gentleman in the academy being defeated by the blue monster one after another, their fear was diluted by passion and blood again occupied their body and mind.
"what to do?"
Zhang Nianzu's voice was a little trembling, and he would cry out the next moment, just thinking that this was his own proposal, and he didn't want the country children to be looked down upon, so he forced himself to endure it.
Li Guangdi was relatively calm, but his pale face also revealed his true mood at this moment. He looked at the blue-clothed Taoist priest walking on the snow street like a god, and said in a trembling voice: "I'll listen to you."
Zhang Nianzu wanted to swallow his saliva and calm down, but found that because he was too nervous and afraid, his lips and tongue were extremely dry and he had no saliva at all. He couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Shame is the truest source of courage, especially for the Tang people.
Zhang Nianzu grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a little, and said, "I'll go first."
Because there was ice and snow in his mouth and because his voice was a little ambiguous, Li Guangdi did not hear it clearly.
The next moment, he suddenly noticed that Zhang Nianzu kicked open the wooden door and ran to Xuejie with a knife. Only then did he understand what was going on, so he quickly grabbed the melon fork and followed it.
When he came to the snow street, he saw the monster in blue. With the courage raised by the snow, Zhang Nianzu suddenly disappeared, his arms were soft and weak, and the kitchen knife and hatchet in his hand were dragged behind his body.
It seemed very funny, but he was still running.
"Monster, come and take your life!" he shouted.
Li Guangdi followed him with a melon fork and rushed over. His face was paler than the snow on the street. His arms kept trembling, and it seemed that the fork could fall to the ground at any time.
"**Your mom!" he shouted.
They didn't know who the Taoist priest in Qingyi was, nor who his mother was, but they knew that the other party was a monster that even the academy master could not beat, so they knew that the other party was terrible.
They were scared, but they rushed over.
Because there is a breath between their chest and abdomen.
They probably don't know what that aura is because they have no strength, but they know that if they don't rush over at this time, they will look down on themselves.
Chang'an City in the wind and snow is silent and the viewer is invincible.
At this time, two young men from Sanyuanli rushed out with kitchen knives and hatchets, holding steel forks guarding the melon fields, and cursing and swearing.
Their voices were trembling, and they sounded like they were crying.
They cried and rushed towards their unimaginable enemies.
This picture looks ridiculous.
But it's not ridiculous.
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Chang'an City is quiet, but of course there are people.
In the streets and alleys under the morning snow, countless pairs of eyes were paying attention to the movements on the Suzaku Avenue.
The viewer knew very well that he could feel the hostility behind the cracks in the door more clearly.
He didn't care, because although this war took place on earth, it had long surpassed the scope of the human world, and no ordinary person was qualified to participate in this war.
In today's battle, the Academy and the Tang Dynasty did not use any military power, which is a clear proof.
So when he saw two teenagers rushing towards him with knives and forks, he was a little surprised.
The observer's expression was slightly stern, and then he realized that he would return to calm like the melting of ice and snow.
He looked at the two teenagers and smiled slightly.
It is not mockery, but pity, but there is no respect, because it is worldly value.
He is the spokesperson of Haotian.
He looked at the two boys, like he was standing tall in the sky, looking at the ants on the ground.
The struggle of ants will not make Haotian feel too much emotion, but will only feel a little interesting.
There is still someone on the snow street.
Ning Que, sitting in the bloody snow, his expression changed slightly.
His expression changed subtly.
Not a slight change.
This change came suddenly.
Looking at the two teenagers, he felt that there was something meaningful in the world.
What he did for Chang'an City was meaningful.
In other words, this Chang'an City and the people living in the city are worth working hard for it, such as these two pale and staggering teenagers.
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