Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 55: Cui Yuanyang

"Whoa!" The **** sword flashed, and the man in the martial arts hall stepped on the dragon's feet, narrowly avoiding the fierce sword, and slashed towards the back of Zhao Changhe's neck.

Zhao Changhe seemed to have used his old strength, but he suddenly regained it, turned around and slashed with an extremely familiar move, and put the opponent's knife away.

The opponent's footwork changed again, and he appeared inexplicably on the left side, and the long knife continued to hit Zhao Changhe's waist.

Zhao Changhe's Blood Fiend Sword Technique originally had its own footwork, and the dodge and move were pretty good. After combining it with Feixue Wuhen's Qinggong, it felt even smoother. As a result, this challenge made me feel like I was Standing awkwardly, the opponent is slippery and extremely difficult to deal with.

Both are at the third level of the entrance hall, and the opponent is not good both internally and externally. This challenge is already difficult to win. Strictly speaking, if you lose this challenge, you can be regarded as being overtaken by the opponent.

Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. Everyone in the Blood God Cult practices the same thing, and their strengths and weaknesses are similar. Once you step out, you will see that the world is huge and there is always something to learn from.

When I was sparring with Yue Hongling, I knew that the world is so vast and the strengths of each family cannot be seen even in a small corner of Beimang.

So we need to test the world with a sword!

Fortunately, no matter how slippery this gym leader's footwork is, he is not as slippery as Yue Hongling. After special training with Yue Hongling, Zhao Changhe has been able to grasp the movements of opponents of this level. The longer he fights, the more he understands. In the end, he even You can already predict where your footsteps will go.

"Bah!" The museum owner was flying to the right when Zhao Changhe suddenly stretched out one foot and hooked him.

The owner fell to the ground in horror, and the first thought that flashed through his mind was that my head was gone.

If Zhao Changhe chops him down with a sword, his head will really be gone... Speaking of which, a ruthless man like Zhao Changhe who kills wherever he goes, could really do this...

The martial arts disciples nearby shouted in unison, and were about to step forward when they saw Zhao Changhe grabbing the gym master's arm, taking a step back, holding the hilt of his sword upside down and cupping his fists in salute: "Thank you, master, for your advice. You. The Long Bagua Step is indeed a good step, and I benefited a lot from today’s battle. Thank you, Zhao.”

The people in the first martial arts hall stared blankly at Zhao Changhe as he turned around and went out. After a while, he disappeared into the rainy night and could no longer be seen.

People looked at each other in confusion. The owner of the museum rubbed his black ankle and muttered in confusion: "Is this really Zhao Changhe? Why is it different from the rumors?"

"I heard that Zhao Changhe has a beard and a rough and ferocious appearance."

"I heard that Zhao Changhe is eight feet tall and his waist is eight feet too."

"I heard that Zhao Changhe can eat human flesh alive."

In the chaos, someone said weakly: "But the wanted poster does look like this. Haven't you all seen it? I heard about it."

"..." Silence.

It’s really Zhao Changhe. Is there something wrong with the world’s perception?

The gym owner sighed: "Don't talk nonsense, of course it's Zhao Changhe. With such standard Blood Evil Kung Fu and Blood Evil Sword Technique, the evil spirit almost overflows, and his eyes are blood-red when he performs the technique. That's why it's strange, how could he restrain such a vicious demonic power so well... And he, he's actually very polite. I just believed him when he told me that he was from the Cui family and the Wang family..."

"That is to say, he is really just here to challenge his sword skills and gain knowledge... He is not here to show off his skills and make a name for himself, nor is he here to rob? For such a person, how could the reputation become what it is now..."

The people in the martial arts hall seemed to be in a dream, and Zhao Changhe over there was also in a dream.

He turned the corner and the first thing he saw was a little girl wrapped pitifully in a fluffy hooded mink fur, huddled in the corner and shivering. The heavy rain was pouring down, hitting me all over. It was better not to wear this mink fur. The more it went like this, the more uncomfortable and cold it became.

Looking at the round face exposed under the girl's hat, Zhao Changhe pinched his forehead: "Miss Cui, what are you doing? Didn't your brother have someone take you home? Why are you sitting here begging for food in such a leisurely manner? ”

"I, I don't want to go back. I'm not begging for food, I'm waiting for you here."

"According to normal human IQ, you failed in the cottage before and learned an important lesson in life. At this time, shouldn't you realize your shortcomings, go home and work hard to practice? Instead, you ran out to find out. What kind of thinking is a man?

"Are you practicing?"

"I am."

"The reason why you came out of Beimang with swordsmanship is because it is better to practice in the world than to practice hard in the mountains, right?"

"Of course."

"Then why am I not practicing when I follow you? I remember all the martial arts at home, and I stole a lot of pills. So what's the point of practicing hard at home, as opposed to experiencing the world with you?"

Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded and finally walked himself in.

This guy’s thinking logic is actually not stupid. From the perspective of practice alone, this logic is irrefutable. Isn’t this what I came into the world for?

But the question is, why do you trust me so much? You should keep grinding your brother!

"I'm talking about Miss Cui." Zhao Changhe put his hands on his hips helplessly: "?Mi? Didn't you know that in my dialect there is a word for your behavior called "baiji?"

Cui Yuanyang blinked his big eyes and was confused.

"What is the most important thing to guard against when traveling in the world?"

Cui Yuanyang said without hesitation: "The human heart is sinister. You will understand it just by looking at your journey."

"Then why do you think that the sinister person is not me?" Zhao Changhe said speechlessly: "You are a beautiful little girl, and you also told me that you remember all the martial arts of the Cui family, and you may even have resource drugs on you. It's a lot of money. I can't take your things and force you to write the secrets of the Cui family, but I can also show you in various ways every day?"

Cui Yuanyang finally couldn't bear the naked language, and lowered his head with a red face: "You... you won't. If you could, I would have..."

"Girl, I was not in the mood at that time and it was not the right time... Once I was given a good environment, I was not sure what I would do. Do you trust me more than I do? I am a bandit. Bandits know I don’t know!”

Cui Yuanyang lowered his head and pinched the corner of his clothes and stopped talking.

Zhao Changhe looked around, the heavy rain was still pouring down, and the long street was deserted.

Seeing the pitiful look on the little girl's face, he couldn't get angry anymore and sighed: "It's better now. I don't even dare to drive you home alone, for fear that you will be lost on the road... so Come on, anyway, I don’t have a fixed goal, and I just challenge myself to practice swordsmanship everywhere. Now I’ll just adjust my route and take you in the direction of Qinghe.”

Cui Yuanyang secretly raised his eyes to look at his expression, and said to himself that you are not a good person. This is a true gentleman at all. Why do you have to pretend to be bad and rude?

She didn’t say anything stupid like I would wander around the world if I didn’t go home. She also knew that this actually caused trouble for Zhao Changhe. Zhao Changhe was no better than Cui Yuanyong. The devil is chasing you every step of the way, and it is difficult to take care of yourself. How can you bring a bottle of oil?

If she was offended and thrown into some yamen at will, why should the government not send her back home? Zhao Changhe probably didn't think about this level for a while, so it would be good if he was willing to **** him on this journey home.

Everyone thinks Yangyang is stupid, but Yangyang is measured most of the time!

"Get up, that's the inn over there. Let's check in first. If you stay here longer, the third level of the entrance hall will also get sick. You are so low-spirited, I really think you are so fantasy."

Cui Yuanyang followed him step by step. Listening to his inexplicable muttering, his mood suddenly became very strange.

It seems that I didn’t realize until this moment that this was really a lonely man and a widow living together in a hotel.

Before, I thought it would be fun to follow him, but I didn’t even think about it...

But strangely, my heart is very peaceful.

Because he is really a gentleman.

"Shopkeeper, do you have a room? Don't tell me there's only one room."

"...Of course there are several, including private courtyards." The shopkeeper lay on the counter and took a nap, and said impatiently: "As long as you have money."

Zhao Changhe snapped his fingers at Cui Yuanyang, indicating that it was your time to perform.

Cui Yuanyang blushed and took out a piece of silver from the package: "Pack, pack a private courtyard, don't let anyone disturb you."

The clear and melodious voice made the shopkeeper's sleep disappear. Yigulu raised his head and looked at the little girl in front of him, and then his eyes on Zhao Changhe became very strange.

This little brother, how many years do you want to be sentenced?