Nightfall Chapter 55: Chao Xiaoshu! To the little tree!
Chapter 55 Chao Xiaoshu! To the little tree!
Seeing that the usually brave subordinates were shot flying by the middle-aged man with a light swipe of his sleeves. Seeing the other party getting closer and closer, Nancheng Meng, Shunsuke, and Uncle Cat, these heroes slamming the night in the West City of Nancheng , The body began to tremble slightly, unable to suppress a strong desire to retreat.
However, thinking of the real nobles standing behind them, thinking of the two real powerhouses in the mansion, they gritted their teeth and yelled the most fiercely: "Everyone rushed up and besieged him! Flying axe!"
Li Hou echoed in the streets around the Chunfeng Pavilion. What is strange is that when the three words besieged him, the helpers who mustered their courage and howled forward with steel knives used the fastest The speed spread out, desperately staying away from Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que. The crowd in front spread out, revealing two rows of strong men—those men had rough cloth belts around their waists, and four small axes in their hands. There are already two small axes, and they are about to throw them!
The people of the Tang Dynasty are keen on martial arts, and there is a fierce atmosphere flowing between the ruling and the wild, so the capital city of Chang'an can't help carrying sabers, even weapons such as pak swords, as long as you don’t bring them out in the bustling city, the government will not Regardless of you, but the control of long-range weapons such as bows and arrows is relatively strict, especially the powerful crossbow arrows, which are strictly prohibited from private ownership. In this case, dozens of flying axes that break through the air become the most Terrible means!
At this moment in the rainy night, the calm expression on Chao Xiaoshu's face changed for the first time. He looked at the two rows of throwing axemen under the wall in the distance, without fear, even without alertness, just Slightly frowned, as if it was troublesome, he shook his head and said: "You know what to do."
This sentence was naturally addressed to Ning Que, but Ning Que... didn't know what he should do at this time. If the other party’s throwing axe was flying like raindrops, he believed he could escape, but he also believed Chao Xiaoshu 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 remembered the words of the old man Lu Qingchen. A strange color flashed.
As if to hear the shocked sound in his mind, the thin green steel sword in Xiaoshu's hand buzzed with a sound, shaking at a terrifying speed, shaking the rain and blood on the sword. It turned into a powder, and then disappeared with a sizzle, turned into a gray stream, tearing the curtain of rain, and flew to the two rows of throwing axe hands!
Like a grayish shadow, it is actually a swift sword. The trail of the sword is subtle and subtle. The direction of the sword. The raindrops that are disturbing the spring dreams seem to be pierced by the particles and pierced by the raindrops hanging in the night sky. The outermost layer of skin pierced its heart, and then penetrated, pierced the outermost layer of human body, and then pierced its flesh and bones, and then penetrated out. The fingers holding the handle of the axe are like lotus joints. After the general paragraphs, blood began to spurt from the fracture!
In front of the alley walls, only the sound of crackling swords piercing raindrops, and the sound of fingers cutting off, I can’t tell how many fingers holding the axe handle just like that. Scattered, and then the heavy little axe fell to the ground one after another, slamming on the ground full of rain, making a muffled noise, and finally there were countless miserable howls!
There are two axe players who react the fastest and move the fastest. At the beginning of the spring wind pavilion’s sword, they had already thrown out the axe in their hands. However, at the moment of the electric flint, the pale sword shadow They swept over their wrists, and only saw a surge of blood. They actually threw their hands together with the axe, and then drew a tragic blood line, and fell to the ground not far away. The picture looked abnormal. bloody!
The spring wind pavilion under the night rain was deadly silent, standing in the rain towards the little tree, watching hundreds of Chang'an city gangs around, watching my flying sword occasionally cause miserable howls, and a calm face Not moved.
Master Nancheng Meng's face was pale, and he tremblingly pointed to the Chaoxiao tree outside the pavilion, and screamed like a mad woman: "Chaoxiaoshu!... Chaoxiaoshu! Chaoxiaoshu 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, hard enough, brave enough, you can't blink your eyes when you kill, and don't let anything fall on me."
Ning Que stared at the back of the small tree in front of him, watching the middle-aged man's hands trembling slightly over the thin sleeves of the blue shirt, his body couldn't help feeling a little stiff, and the thin sword turned into a silent sound. Hui Ying finally proved his guess, and he finally understood the conversation in the shop.
In the battle at Beishan Crossing, there was a warrior close to the academy’s abandoned great sword master. After Lu Qingchen used a trick to trap and kill the great sword master, he killed the warrior close waiter in the first place because of the sword. Practitioners like Shi Nianshi are most afraid of being killed in close quarters in battle, just like the old Chunfeng Pavilion who finally showed his true strength at this time.
At this moment, Chao Xiaoshu’s heart and energy are all tied to the elusive flying sword. It seems to be too powerful, but the sword is no longer in his hand. He has lost all his defense capabilities. If the opponent has someone at this time Able to break through that flying sword, or approach him silently to launch a sneak attack, he would be in great danger.
Presumably, when fighting against Xiaoshu in the previous years, there must be those rumored extremely fierce brothers as close attendants, but tonight his brothers are locked in their respective camps by the government, so he needs to find one People, find someone who can be trusted and strong enough to protect his close safety.
So he went to Lin 47 Lane in the pattering spring rain, walked into the shop called Lao Bi Zhai, stood on the wet ground outside the threshold, and looked at the noodles who was eating noodles with a sigh. Xiao Lang Lang said with a smile:
"I am going to kill."
"I need someone by my side."
Chao Xiaoshu only knows what Ning Que has done before, but he does not know what kind of person he is, but in this way, he seems to entrust his safety and even his life to him at will. There is no doubt that this It is a gamble.
This gambling, or trust, made Ning Que feel a little heavy on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, tightened the mouth of his right hand slightly, grasped the handle of the knife that was slanting to the sky behind him, and slowly pulled out the sharp and unmarked simple knife.
Rain water fell on the ground, was quickly stained by the dust accumulated on weekdays, and gradually merged into a stream that flows to the sewer by the street, and was quickly smelled by the year-round sludge. It is the favorite environment of Chang'an City rats. A mouse with some festering fur pounced on a human severed finger with two dirty and black front paws, chewing and biting excitedly, occasionally licking the blood stained on the fur, which happened in the high vision. Those human beings have nothing to do with it. It only hopes that the faint shadow can cut a few more fingers, and hopes that the rain can rush those fingers to its front. Master Haotian, bless you, the food for the whole family these days depends on you Rewarded.
With a snap, a bunch of things smashed over, just in front of the mouse, splashing sewage and blood on the ground. Master Haotian thought he was too greedy, so he wanted to kill me? The mouse ran away quickly in horror. When he was about to get into the mouse hole at the foot of the courtyard wall, he looked back reluctantly at the finger that was about to be bitten into bones, and then resolutely flicked his tail and went in. I looked at it and found that the thing splashing rain and blood was a human head, and it would definitely regret its decision.
The mouse got out of the mouse hole, and there was no way to regret it anymore. At the moment when it was stepped on by the hard Tang Jun army boots and became muddy, I don’t know if its regret failed to tell the taste of similar human flesh. .
An elite soldier of the Tang Army slowly retracted his foot in military boots, glanced at the **** mouse beside his foot, listened to the sound outside the courtyard wall, slowly retreated to the queue, and gestured to his colleagues about the fighting outside. , And then looked down at the crossbow arrow in his hand to confirm that the rain did not cause any problems with the machine spring.
Dozens of elite Tang Jun wearing dark ponchoes stood silently behind the courtyard wall, holding crossbow arrows in their hands, and the dilapidated Spring Breeze Pavilion outside the wall was killing at this moment, but no one noticed their existence. These sergeants were silent like a group of stone sculptures, no matter whether it was wind or rain or fighting, they could not change the expressions on their faces.
Behind these Tang Jun elites, there were two people sitting on the wooden floor of the open building that was locked by layers of rain curtains. One was a middle-aged man with good-looking eyes, a star-white gown, with a small sword quietly resting on the wooden floor next to him, and the other was wearing a hat, without seeing his face, but from the monk robe he was wearing, Judging by the wide and dirty pair of bare feet and the copper bowl under the rain eaves in front of them, they should be ascetic monks.
The swordsman in the gown frowned slightly and looked at the silky rain curtain in front of him, and said softly: "I am a swordsman. No wonder we need to use the two of us."
The ascetic monk lowered his head and did not speak. He listened to the faint sound of flying swords breaking through the rain from the wall, staring at the copper bowl under the wooden steps, watching the rain in the bowl disturbed by the new raindrops. Startled and uneasy, I gradually felt that my sea of anger had become a little uneasy, so his head lowered, and his fingers flicked the iron wood rosary on his wrist more slowly and firmly.
This mansion is the court house, the mansion of the old Chunfeng Pavilion, this wooden building is the Tingyu Building, the small building that listens to the rain when the Chunfeng Pavilion is a literati, these are the elites of the Tang army. And these two strong men are waiting for him to return home.
At the entrance of the spring rain on the other side of the courtyard wall, there were two carriages parked. The horse in front of the carriage was a little impatient with the rain. He wanted to snort from time to time but couldn't make a sound. I wanted to kick my front hoof twice but didn't dare to move. One carriage was dead and silent, but there was a low cough from time to time in the other carriage.
No one knows who is in the two carriages, but if Chao Xiaoshu can see the middle-aged fat man standing next to the carriage at this time, he must be able to guess that the person in the carriage is not an ordinary person. The seemingly ordinary middle-aged fat man is not a celebrity in Chang'an. He does not have any official status. However, many officials will be pleased when they see him, because many people know that His Royal Highness is inconvenient for certain things. , Are all handled by him.
However, such a person who is more powerful than the butler of the prime minister, even though he was soaked in the cold spring rain, he did not dare to sit in the car to avoid the rain, and stooped slightly to stand outside the car, with a particularly humble attitude.