Chapter 55 Chao Xiaoshu! Towards the little tree!

Seeing the usually brave subordinates being slapped away by the middle-aged man with a wave of his sleeves, seeing the other party getting closer and closer, Nancheng Master Meng, Junjie, and Uncle Cat, these heroes who were scolding the night in Nancheng and West City, began to feel... Trembling slightly, I could not suppress the strong desire to retreat.

However, when they thought of the real nobleman standing behind them, and of the two real strong men in the house, they gritted their teeth and roared the fiercest: "Everyone, rush forward and surround him to death! Throwing axes!"

The fierce roar echoed in the streets and alleys around Chunfeng Pavilion. What was very strange was that when they heard the words "surround him to death", the gang members who mustered up their courage and howled forward with steel knives dispersed as quickly as possible. He opened the door and tried his best to stay away from Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que. The crowd in front dispersed, revealing two rows of strong men - those men had rough cloth belts tied around their waists. There were four small axes in the cloth belts, and they were already holding them in their hands. Holding two small axes, he was about to throw them!

The people of the Tang Dynasty are popular, and there is a fierce atmosphere flowing between the country, so the capital Changan can't help carry a saber. Even if you are a weapon such as Pu Dao, as long as you do not take it out in the lively square city, the government will not care about you. However, long -range weapons controls such as bows and arrows are relatively strict, especially the powerful crossbow, which is strictly forbidden to own the people. In this case, dozens of flying axes have become the most terrible means. Intersection

At this time, the calm expression on the face of Xiaoshu's face changed for the first time. He watched the two rows of flying axes under the wall in the distance, and there was no fear, not even alert, but just wrinkled slightly, but slightly wrinkled slightly, but just wrinkled slightly, but just wrinkled slightly, but he wrinkled slightly, but he wrinkled slightly, but he wrinkled slightly, but he wrinkled slightly, but he wrinkled slightly, but he wrinkled slightly, but he wrinkled slightly, but he wrinkled slightly, but he wrinkled slightly, but he wrinkled slightly. Frowning, I seemed to feel a little troublesome, shook his head and said, "You know what to do."

This sentence is naturally said to Ning Que, but Ning Que ... I don't know what to do at this time. If the other party's flying ax flys like a rain, he believes that he can escape, but he believes that he is facing the small tree at the same time Before killing or defeating all enemies, he would not choose to leave. At this moment, he looked at the back of the small tree, and suddenly remembered the battle in Beishan Road. Thinking of the words Lu Qingchen said, a touch of eyes flashed in his eyes. Different color.

As if hearing the shocking voice in his mind, the thin Qinggang sword buzzed in the small tree's hands, shook at a high speed at a very horrible speed, and shocked the rain and blood on the sword into a pink. Then he disappeared, turned into a shadow to tear the rain curtain, and flew to the two rows of flying ax!

It looks like a light flowing shadow, it is a sword of fast, the sword traces are subtle, and the swords are directed. Those raindrops that disturb the spring dreams as if the raindrops hanging in the night sky are pierced by grains. Layer skin, stabbing its heart, then penetrating out, piercing the outermost layer of skin of the human body, and then piercing its meat and bones, and then running out . The blood began to start at the break!

In front of the lane wall, I only heard the sound of crackling swords piercing raindrops. The sound of cutting her fingers, counting how many fingers holding the ax handle are scattered together with the raindrops, and then The heavy ax fell to the ground, hitting the ground full of rainwater, making a stuffy sound, and in the end, there were countless miserable sounds!

There are two axes with the fastest response and the fastest. At the beginning of the old sword of the Chunfeng Pavilion, the ax in their hands has been thrown out. After their wrists, they only saw blood and water. They threw out their hands with the ax, and then drew Dao Chu's blood line, and fell to the ground not far away. The picture looked extremely bloody!

The Chunfeng Pavilion under the night rain was dead, standing towards Xiaoshu in the rain, watching hundreds of Chang'an City gang the public around, watching his flying sword hidden when he was hidden, and his face was calm. Essence

Master Nancheng Meng's face was pale, shivering and pointed at the small tree outside the pavilion, screaming like a crazy woman: "Chao Xiaoshu! ... Chao Xiaoshu! How can you be a practitioner! You ... you ... How can you be a big sword master "!

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"What kind of person do you need?"

"It's fast enough enough, you can't blink when you kill, and you can'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 trembling slightly with his hands hanging outside the sleeve of the blue shirt, and his body couldn't help but feel a little stiff. Prove his guess, he finally understood the conversation in the shop.

In the battle at Beishan Pass, the great swordsman who was abandoned by the academy was accompanied by a warrior valet. After Lu Qingchen used a trick to trap the great swordsman, he killed the warrior valet immediately. It was precisely because the swordsman read the master When such practitioners are in battle, they are most afraid of being killed at close range, just like Chunfengting Laochao who finally showed his true strength at this time.

At this moment, Chao Xiaoshu's mental energy is all tied to that elusive flying sword. It seems to be extremely powerful. However, the sword is no longer in his hand. He has lost all his defense capabilities. If someone on the other side can break through at this time, then If you use a flying sword or quietly approach him to launch a sneak attack, he will be in great danger.

Presumably during those dangerous battles in previous years, Chao Xiaoshu must have had those rumored to be extremely fierce brothers as his bodyguards. However, tonight, his brothers were all locked up in their respective camps by the government, so he needed to find someone to find him. Someone he could trust and be strong enough to keep him close.

So he went to Lin 47 Lane in the pouring spring rain, walked into the calligraphy shop called Lao Bizhai, stood on the wet ground outside the threshold, and looked at the young man who was sighing and eating noodles. , smiled and said:

"I'm going to kill someone."

"I need someone by my side."

Chao Xiaoshu only knew what kind of things Ning Que had done, but didn't know what kind of person he was. But to entrust his safety and even life to him seemingly casually, there was no doubt that this was a conspiracy. gamble.

This gamble, or trust, made Ning Que feel a little heavy on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, tightened the jaw of his right hand slightly, grasped the handle of the knife tilted toward the sky behind his back, and slowly pulled out the bright and traceless knife.

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When rainwater falls on the ground, it is quickly stained by the dust that accumulates on daily basis. It gradually merges into a stream and flows to the sewers on the street. It is also quickly smelled by years of sludge. This is the favorite environment of the rats in Chang'an City. A mouse with some ulcerated fur pounced on a severed human finger with two dirty black front paws, biting it excitedly, occasionally pausing to lick the blood on its fur. What happened from a high perspective The fighting between humans has nothing to do with it. It only hopes that the faint shadow can cut off a few more fingers, and hopes that the rain will wash those fingers in front of it. Master Haotian, bless you, and the food of the whole family these days depends on you. Rewarded.

With a snap, something whizzed over and hit in front of the mouse, splashing sewage and blood all over the floor. Master Haotian thinks he is too greedy, so he wants to kill me? The mouse ran away quickly in fear. When it was about to get into the mouse hole at the foot of the courtyard wall, it looked back with some reluctance at the finger that was about to be chewed into a bone. Then it resolutely flicked its tail and got in. If it After taking a closer look, I found that the thing splashed with rain and blood was a human head. It would definitely regret its decision.

When the mouse got out of the mouse hole, it could no longer regret it. At the moment when it was trampled into flesh by the hard Tang Army military boots, it was not known whether its regret was that it could not tell its peers how wonderful the taste of human flesh was.

An elite soldier of the Tang Army slowly retracted his feet wearing military boots, glanced at the bloody rat at his feet, listened to the sounds outside the courtyard wall, and slowly returned to the queue. He gestured to his colleagues about the fighting situation outside, and then lowered his head. He glanced at the crossbow in his hand to confirm that the rain had not caused any problems with the machine spring.

Dozens of Tang army elites wearing dark ponchos stood silently behind the courtyard wall, holding crossbows in their hands. The sound of killing around the dilapidated Chunfeng Pavilion outside the wall was loud at the moment, but no one noticed their presence. These sergeants remained silent. They looked like a group of stone sculptures. No matter the wind, rain or fighting, the expressions on their faces could not change at all.

Behind these Tang army elites, two people were sitting on the wooden floor of the open building that was locked by layers of rain curtains. One person is a middle-aged man with handsome features, wearing a white robe, with a small sword quietly resting on the wooden floor beside him. The other person is wearing a hat, and his face cannot be seen, but judging from the monk's robe and Judging from the pair of broad and dirty bare feet and the copper bowl under the eaves in front of him, he must be an ascetic monk.

The long-robed swordsman frowned slightly and looked at the silky rain curtain in front of him, and said softly: "He is actually a swordsman. No wonder two of us need to be used."

The ascetic monk lowered his head and said nothing. He listened to the faint sound of flying swords piercing the air and splitting the rain coming from outside the wall. He stared at the copper bowl under the wooden steps, watching the rainwater in the bowl being disturbed by the new raindrops. Gradually, I felt that my Qihai had become a little uneasy, so I lowered my head, and my fingers slowly and firmly plucked the ironwood rosary on my wrist.

This mansion is the imperial palace, the residence of the Chunfeng Pavilion Lao Chao. This wooden open building is the Tingyu Tower. The Chunfeng Pavilion Lao Chao used to listen to the rain when he had nothing to do and pretended to be a scholar. These elites of the Tang Army and these two A strong man, waiting for him to come home.

Outside the courtyard wall on the other side of the imperial palace, there were two carriages parked at the alleyway where the spring rain was pouring. The horses in front of the carriages were a little impatient due to the rain. They wanted to snort from time to time but could not make a sound and wanted to kick. He hit his front hooves twice but didn't dare to move. One carriage was dead silent, but a low cough could be heard from time to time in the other carriage.

No one knew who was in the two carriages, but if Chao Xiaoshu could see the fat middle-aged man standing next to the carriage at this time, he would definitely guess that the person in the carriage was not an ordinary person. The seemingly ordinary middle-aged fat man is not a celebrity in Chang'an City. He does not have any official status. However, many officials will try to please him when they see him, because many people know that there are certain things that are inconvenient for His Royal Highness. , are all handled by him.

However, such a person who was more powerful than the prime minister's butler, even though he was soaked by the cold spring rain, he did not dare to sit in the carriage to take shelter from the rain. He stood quietly outside the carriage with a slightly bent waist, with an extremely humble attitude.