Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 51: The sword comes out of Beimang
The spring rain is continuous and pattering.
The distant visitor, wearing a raincoat, a bamboo hat on his head and a long knife on his back, stepped into the deserted street of the town in the mist and rain.
It would be wrong to say that there was no one... The long street was deserted. There was an old beggar at the corner, huddled under the eaves to take shelter from the rain.
The eaves could not block the falling spring rain, and the thin quilt covering the beggar's body was already wet. He shrank and shrank, looking very pitiful.
The visitor walked up to him, sighed, lowered his head and dropped a few coins.
"Thank you, thank you..." The old beggar trembled with his thin old hands as he picked it up.
The moment he received the coin, a wrist blade suddenly popped out of the old beggar's sleeve and stabbed straight into the visitor's abdomen!
The rivers and lakes are full of mist and murderous intent.
However, at the same time that the wrist blade appeared, the copper plate in the visitor's hand flicked, and with a "stretch" sound, it was inserted into the old beggar's forehead.
The wrist blade lost its power, and the visitor grabbed his wrist lightly. When he looked at the old beggar again, there was a **** hole between his eyebrows, and he was already dead.
"You're anxious too... The mud on your face is a temporary smear, not caused by not washing your face for a long time. You can still see it if you are careful..." The visitor sighed, turned and left.
The spring rain is still falling, washing away the blood stains, and the long street is still deserted. No one knows what just happened here.
There seemed to be wine flags flying at the end of the long street, and the rain hit the lanterns, making them creak and sway. The guests were standing outside the door, and they could hear the noisy sound of drinking glasses. Many drinkers were taking shelter from the rain and drinking inside, making it very lively.
"Have you heard about it? A ruthless person has appeared in the world recently."
"There are many ruthless people in the world, which one are you referring to?"
"? Paradox? Needless to say, it also refers to Qianlong 91, Zhao Changhe! Who else is more popular than him these days?"
The guest twitched his lips.
This time the verdict is...
No, there is a verdict.
But why can’t I get along with this ranking? It’s either 250 or 91. Mr. Zhao, who wrote this crappy book! How many years do I need to be sentenced?
But it felt very good to hear people talking about me. Zhao Changhe pushed the door open and walked in: "Shopkeeper, do you have a seat? Come to the Daxia set menu... Oh, two jiao of wine and a plate of cooked beef. By the way, beat two more kilograms of wine and pack it in a gourd."
"Okay, sir, sit down for a moment."
The drinkers in the conversation glanced at a young man with a clean shave, who looked very majestic. With a sunny and refreshing smile and a scar on his face, not only did he not ruin his image, but he actually looked cool. At this time, he was a little embarrassed due to the rain. He looked quite lively as he jumped on his feet and hugged his raincoat. Everyone glanced at him and continued talking without taking a closer look.
"Speaking of which, Zhao Changhe is really a ruthless person. If he goes to the Luo Family Village, he will kill the young master of the Luo Family. If he goes to the Half-Blood God Cult, he will kill the branch leader of the Blood God Cult. He is a rebellious person by nature and a demon seed."
Zhao Changhe: "..."
I thought you were talking about my heroic feat of killing a triple-killer and a fourth-level warrior. The Book of Troubled Times rarely gives me face. Can't you see the "powerful killing" I used? I was given a judgment that lasted for nine days, can’t you see it?
What are you talking about!
"Yes, what kind of person is this kind of person if he is not a ruthless person? Now there is a wanted order, and the right way is not tolerated. He has also betrayed the demon sect, and the demon sect's death orders are also issued all over the world. How many days can this person live? Huh?"
"The Demon Cult should be more generous. The bounty is actually a thousand taels of gold! What is that from the imperial court? The reward of one hundred taels of silver has not been touched for several months and is not taken seriously at all. I went to the city yesterday. The wanted notice posted on the door has been wiped out by the rain, and no one has replaced it. I want to see what Zhao Changhe looks like but can't find it."
"So it's not that difficult, right? In other words, the demon sect's pursuit is more difficult, and the government and the righteous side don't pay much attention to it?"
"How can it be that simple? The rewards from the Demon Cult are so high, and there are so many people who come for the money. How many killers and bounty hunters are there in the world? I heard people say that there are people in Xuelou who want to take action. ”
"Assassin's first floor?"
"Yeah..."
"Then he may wish himself well, but he must not miss his whereabouts."
"Why do you seem to care about him?"
"? Paradox? Haven't you heard? This stupid bird has a secret crush on Yue Hongling. When he was the owner of the cottage, even Mrs. Yazhai looked for someone who looked similar to Yue Hongling. The result was pitiful. Even the fake one was lost and he ran away. Did you feel suddenly down to earth and kissable..."
"Are you sick? This is called amiable? This is called stealing my wife! Even if there is no reward, if he dares to show up in front of grandpa, he will chop off his head with a knife!"
"Come on, you can dream better than him." The crowd burst into laughter: "Don't mention it, he seems to be the only one on the Qianlong list who is so embarrassed. The others are not lofty and unattainable. The kind? ”
"Yes, I would probably buy him a drink in front of him and ask him what it felt like to be dumped by Mrs. Yazhai, hahahaha..."
"Don't let this man die too early. I still want to have fun. When will Yue Hongling see him? Hahaha..."
The wine shop was filled with happy air, and the veins on Zhao Changhe's forehead twitched.
Thank you very much for your concern.
Where is my heroic record? Where is my power cut? Where is my verdict? I finally pretended to be cool?
Can't you just focus on the key points and talk about business!
By the way, who just called me stupid? I didn’t notice it for a moment...
The waiter brought the wine and food over and said with a smile: "Guest? Miluping? The reed is a bit old. We also sell wine bags in the store, made of cowhide! Do you want to change it?"
Zhao Changhe glanced at the old gourd, smiled slightly, ignored the words, and asked nonchalantly: "Hey, is it not illegal to kill a cow?"
The waiter said "hiss": "We are old cows. We have been reported to the government, so don't talk nonsense."
"Die of old age?" Zhao Changhe picked up a piece of beef and smiled more playfully: "But why do I think... he died of poisoning?"
The waiter's expression suddenly changed, and a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand.
Before he could pull it out, the chopsticks in Zhao Changhe's hand were already heavily inserted into his palm and nailed to the table.
The waiter's earth-shattering scream scared the entire restaurant into silence. Everyone looked at the place in shock, at a loss.
"As expected of the underworld, he is well versed in all kinds of things." The shopkeeper slowly walked out from behind the counter, shook his head and sighed: "As expected of Qianlong Ninety-One, what a quick hand."
People stayed there for a long time without saying anything.
Qianlong Ninety-One? Isn’t he the protagonist everyone was talking about just now? We talked about it for a long time, and they just sat on the sidelines and listened!
The one who just scolded him for being stupid had already sneaked away, and the one who said he had chopped off Zhao Changhe's head covered his crotch and disappeared.
I thought he was a lively young man before, but now he pinned the waiter's palm to the table with chopsticks, and he looked like a terrifying monster amidst the screams of the waiter.
Zhao Changhe grabbed the chopsticks with one hand and said leisurely: "Actually, I don't understand your kind of world at all. It's just that I was assassinated outside just now, so I was extra careful and bluffed this waiter. Brother, I didn’t expect it to be fake..."
The waiter was so painful that he was sweating: "Help, help me..."
"Whoa!" The sword flashed, and the shopkeeper's knife cut off the waiter's hand: "Trash!"
The waiter rolled to the side, holding his broken arm and wailing, looking at the shopkeeper with a look of gratitude or hatred.
"Tingxuelou?" Zhao Changhe said lightly: "A bit cruel."
"It's not as good as Mr. Zhao's sword to chop the boss's traitorous bones." The shopkeeper dusted off his clothes and said seriously: "Listen to Xuelou Yu Zhuifeng, please tell Mr. Zhao..."
Before he finished his pretense, a steel knife struck him head and face: "An assassin who is engaged in assassination is still here playing the role of a gentleman and acting like a martial artist, and he is acting like a fool! Die!"
The shopkeeper never expected that this guy who was sitting and talking and laughing just now and seemed to be very calm would suddenly burst out into violence without any sense of martial ethics. He didn't expect that his knife would be so fast. His hand didn't even move, and the light of the knife was already coming. body!
He was caught off guard and suddenly dodged, and the poisonous needles under his clothes fell to the ground.
Sure enough, dusting the corners of your clothes in a pretentious manner is not a good thing, Zhao Changhe is still very alert.
A gentleman's martial ethics?
I never play with these people.
The shopkeeper lost the opportunity and clumsily dodged Zhao Changhe's wave after wave of swords. He shouted angrily: "Zhao Changhe, you are wanted by evil and evil. There is no place for you in the world. Now you are still here." Are you going to offend me Tingxuelou to death again? Why don’t you form a good relationship and keep me as your queen..."
Zhao Changhe chased after him without saying a word and cut off the shopkeeper's neck: "What a lot of bullshit!"
"..." The shopkeeper didn't finish his words and fell to the ground in disbelief.
The waiter hugged his broken arm and shrank back in horror. Zhao Changhe pointed his long sword in the distance and sneered: "Zhao Changhe's sword came out of Beimang and wants to test the world. If all the heroes in the world are like you and others, I will be really disappointed!"