Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 63: Cross the river!

"Is there anything like a hairpin? I don't think you have one on your head." Zhao Changhe suddenly asked.

"Yes, I have it in my bag." Cui Yuanyang didn't know what he was using it for, so he took out a gold hairpin from the small package in his arms: "Will this work?"

It is indeed a woman’s bag. It is the same in both worlds. It looks small and has everything just like Doraemon’s pocket.

"Okay." Zhao Changhe grabbed the hairpin, chopped off the sharp end with a steel knife, and quickly left the cabin. After thinking about it, I felt that this heavy steel knife was not convenient underwater, so I stayed on the boat. I went to get the thin knife used for picking fish, inserted it in my waistband, and plunged it into the water.

Cui Yuanyang hurriedly went to control the boat. Only then did he see the scene that Zhao Changhe was talking about. There were indeed many boats approaching in shadow behind him. The originally peaceful river had an inexplicable sense of oppression like a water war. It really looked like this. None of it is normal.

Several of the ships were very close, and seemed to be within range of the arrows.

Don’t talk about whether the fish is poisonous or not. Even if it is not poisonous, you can eat fish there in a leisurely way. I’m afraid it won’t be long before your family can eat...

Cui Yuanyang anxiously rowed the boat to the other side, his eyes glancing at the ripples on the water from time to time, wondering what happened to Zhao Changhe in the water...

No, he, he can swim!

In the testable career of Zhao Changhe, Zhaocuo, Luojiazhuang, and Beimang were all places with only clear streams and water pools.

No one knows why Zhao Changhe can swim, but Zhao Changhe can really swim, and his water quality is quite good...

He plunged into the water, and sure enough at first glance he saw the captain at the bottom of the boat, taking out a chisel and working. It was not convenient to work underwater, and the boatman's cut only opened a shallow pit. The sound of Zhao Changhe entering the water had already alarmed him, and when he turned around, he was extremely surprised.

Did Zhao Changhe’s alertness and decisiveness really come just after he first emerged from the world? If this is not an old Jianghu, then there is only one possibility: a born Jianghu.

As soon as the thought passed by, the boatman showed a hint of ferocity, abandoned the bottom of the boat, pulled out a splinter and swam toward Zhao Changhe.

Whether you can swim or not has underwater abilities are two different things. Not to mention anything else, just being able to open your eyes underwater requires deliberate practice. How could Zhao Changhe deliberately practice this? Not to mention breathing, holding one's breath, and moving underwater. The martial arts of those who make a living on the water are even adapted to these techniques. They can hold their breath for longer and use the power of water flow more smoothly. Even the land gods have to stay in the water when they come!

Sure enough, when he arrived in front of Zhao Changhe, he stabbed out the water-splitting thorn. Zhao Changhe pulled out the fish knife and pushed it away. With one movement, he could clearly feel Zhao Changhe's jerkiness under the water. His eyes could only remain half-open and half-closed. He looked uncomfortable, and his movements were obviously not as strong as on the shore.

The boatman secretly thought in his heart that if your Zhao Changhe skills stopped here, you could die here now. I am also at the third level of Xuan Guan. I wonder if I can directly replace you in the ranking of the Book of Troubled Times?

As his thoughts flashed through his mind, he kicked his legs slightly and stepped closer to Zhao Changhe. Zhao Changhe's fish knife was cut awkwardly, and the boatman clamped it under his arm with both hands very skillfully, which was just the opposite of the battle in the cabin just now.

The boatman showed a smile, and stabbed Zhao Changhe's chest viciously with the water thorn in his right hand.

However, just as he was getting close and twisting, Zhao Changhe's tight lips suddenly spat out.

A broken golden hairpin head wrapped in internal force and sprayed out!

Caught off guard at such a close range, even though the golden hairpin was actually quite slow in the water, it still became a death knell in the eyes of the boatman.

He was horrified and wanted to dodge, but at such a close distance it was too late. The hairpin had already viciously shot into his eye socket.

Blood spurted out, and the boatman instinctively cried out in pain, but the river water poured in instantly, and no sound could be made.

Are we the killers who are playing dirty tricks or you are the killers who are playing dirty tricks? How come you are more sinister than us!

This was the boatman's last thought.

In fact, before he died, the water-splitting thorn still stabbed Zhao Changhe's chest, but it lost strength. Zhao Changhe grabbed his wrist with his left hand, and it only penetrated less than an inch... but the water-splitting thorn was quenched with poison.

Zhao Changhe is not the only one who knows how to play dirty tricks...

Zhao Changhe didn't have time to pay attention to the injury and the poison. He used his internal energy to forcefully suppress the poison. He pulled away the clamped right hand and flicked the fish knife backwards.

The thin blade of the blade rotated, just slicing across the throat of the boat girl who was coming from behind.

The boat girl's eyes widened and she couldn't understand it at all.

I was seriously injured on my back. I originally planned to leave, but when I saw that there was an opportunity to take advantage of the entanglement here, I thought of coming over to attack Zhao Changhe. As a result, Zhao Changhe turned his back to him during the fierce battle. How on earth did he know that he had sneaked over to attack him quietly, and how did he know where his throat was so accurately?

How on earth did he know?

No one can tell the boatman who is playing dirty tricks, and no one can tell the boat girl how Zhao Changhe saw behind her. Zhao Changhe covered the wound on his chest and rushed out anxiously, breathing heavily.

It sounds simple and quick with few movements, but in fact it lasted quite a long time, maybe two or three minutes. If it had been normal, I would have been suffocated. If Xia Longyuan's internal strength hadn't been able to temporarily provide internal circulation, he wouldn't have been able to achieve such a sharp killing blow.

Zhao Changhe was thinking for a moment, if this inner skill is practiced to the later stage, can it really be transformed into inner breath, without the need to breathe?

The situation did not allow him to think about the technique here. Zhao Changhe endured the pain of the wound and the raging toxins and took stock of the scene.

Cui Yuanyang said that he “knows a little bit” about rowing, but that’s really just “knowing a little bit”. At most, he just learns for fun. Who would usually let the eldest lady do such rough work by herself... The speed at which she can row to the shore may not be as fast as now. The speed is no better than that of drifting with the current, that is, it is not spinning in circles. The river is quite wide. Seeing that it is still not far from the shore, the boat behind is getting closer and closer. Zhao Changhe can already see someone trying to draw an arrow with a bow.

At this time, his position was exactly between Cui Yuanyang's ship and the ship coming from behind. The distance was almost the same on either side. Zhao Changhe jumped up without thinking, crossed the waves, and boarded the boat behind him in an instant.

A few people were visually checking whether the distance was suitable for archery. Suddenly a person jumped out of the water, and they were all startled.

Zhao Changhe had no weapons at hand. Without saying a word, he punched the bow holder on the temple, snatched the bow and arrow, and then flipped backwards neatly, directly into the water.

Only now did the people on the boat react, and they all shouted: "It's Zhao Changhe! The kappa and water eagle may have been killed!"

"His qinggong is not strong enough to return to the ship at such a distance! Look where he is swimming! Hurry, shoot him with an arrow!"

Unfortunately, there was a delay in the chaos. When someone aimed a bow and arrow at Zhao Changhe, he had already swam more than half the distance. He quickly jumped up from the waves, flew through the air, and quickly approached Cui Yuanyang who was docking: "Yangyang! The boat rope under your feet! Swing it over and pick me up!"

Cui Yuanyang decisively abandoned the oar, bent down to pick up the thick rope tied to the boat under his feet, and shook it hard.

Zhao Changhe caught it in the air, and used his strength to fly back to the bow of the ship. Arrows rained down from behind, none of which came closer than one foot behind him.

The only thing left in Cui Yuanyang's mind is this is not a god, what is a god!

But the **** in my heart landed on the bow of the boat and soon stumbled, his face turned pale.

Cui Yuanyang saw the blood on his chest, which was already black: "You have been poisoned!"

"Well, I know how to play dirty tricks, and others are even better at it." Zhao Changhe leaned **** the side of the boat, still smiling: "It's up to you, Duobaofu Loli, you won't let me down, right? ”

Cui Yuanyang had no intention of joking with him. He hurriedly opened the small package in his arms, found a pill and stuffed it directly into his mouth: "There are different medicines for various poisons and symptoms! There is no elixir in the Cui family!"

"It's enough to relieve the suppression." Zhao Changhe felt it and found that the medicine had the power to suppress the toxin from spreading. He was so satisfied that he picked up his knife with a smile, slashed around the wound, and cut off the poisoned rotten flesh.

The blood is gurgling out, but there is nothing suitable to bandage. The pieces of cloth visible here are getting dirtier than the other, and random bandaging will lead to infection.

Zhao Changhe didn't pay much attention, took a gourd of wine and poured it on the wound, then stood up again. Turning around, I saw that the nearest ship behind had already entered the shooting range, and the opponent had a bow and a lot of arrows ready.

Zhao Changhe grabbed the bow and arrow he had just snatched, and filled the string directly, and the arrow was like a shooting star.

With a "taut" sound, the opponent's sail suddenly fell, and the speed of the downwind suddenly slowed down. The next moment, arrows fell from the sky like locusts, but they happened to be out of range, and most of them hit the ship's deck.

Zhao Changhe took this opportunity to retrieve his steel knife, put the bow on his body, and tied the quiver. After finishing the equipment, I took a breath and took a glance at the distance to the shore, and finally smiled.

After such a long time, the little rabbit was sweating profusely while rowing the boat. Even if the boat could crawl, it would be almost to the shore!

Zhao Changhe picked up Cui Yuanyang and jumped towards the shore. He Feng Xunxun brought him laughter: "Thank you for your help! See you soon!"