Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

The next morning, after dinner, the king and I hurried back to the palace. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoMother and Mother Young'er took us to the path by the lake, and then knelt down to see us off for the king and me. The king lifted them up and said, "You mother and daughter will be here for a few days, and when I have taken care of some affairs, I will send Longhua to take you back to the village." "Ying's mother and Ying'er are grateful again.

When I left the shallow lake and reeds, the white of the fish belly in the east was reflected red by the rising sun. In the autumn morning light, the wind is calm and the sky is clear, only the morning breath is still a little cool. Walking on the damp and refreshing meadow, we walked briskly all the way, and soon entered a valley. The valley is not too deep, but it is very quiet. Patches of late autumn purple blossoms bloom on the hillside. In the silent wilderness, there is a poignant and quiet beauty of autumn colors, which is very meaningful. Walking further, before you know it, you will come to the deep hinterland of the valley. Here, the valley is narrow, the pine forests are thick, and there is no wind and no sound, and it is surprisingly quiet, as if you can hear the sound of eagles hovering overhead.

At this moment, two masked men in black clothes and black pants suddenly jumped out of the forest, holding long swords, blocking our way. I was startled at first, then I stretched out my shoulder to the king and said, "Your Majesty uses a sword." The king immediately drew his sword from his slab. I also drew another sword from the other end of the pole. The two masked men approached us step by step with their swords, and when they were about four or five meters away from us, the king shouted, "I am the king, and I am going out of the palace for a private visit." Who are you? Dare to cut off? "Yes, I am also deeply puzzled: how can anyone intercept the road in this wild and wild place?

But the two men were undaunted, and raised their swords and stabbed at me and the king. I fought with the king with my sword. I know that the king is a master of swordsmanship, and he must practice with Uker for half an hour every morning, so the average queen of heaven is probably no match for him. Since the last time I fought with Yunbu, although I have been studying and practicing hard with Beze, I always feel that my swordsmanship is still immature and I dare not compare with others. And the masked interceptor in front of me looked like a master of swordsmanship, so under his pressure, I couldn't help but feel a little panic.

The king was met by a low man, like a sword meeting an opponent, and at the beginning the fight was dark and inseparable, and the sound of the rapid impact of the sword resounded. My match with the tall, masked man presented a different story. The man approached me with his sword in hand, and I fought and retreated. For I knew that I was no match for the man, and on the one hand I wanted to delay the time, and wait for the king to come and save me; On the other hand, he wants to use this to paralyze the other party, so as to find an opportunity to suddenly cast a cold sword.

Soon I was back to the bank of a shallow stream, and further back was the stream. Not only is the terrain low, which is easy to deal with, but the stream is full of rocks, and it is easy to fall down. And once you fall, it's not hard to imagine. So, I took up a high meadow and decided to deal with the thief in front of me. The man saw my panic and the rustiness of my swordsmanship, so he didn't pay attention to me, and slashed at me with his sword horizontally. I swung my sword to block it and make a counterattack stance.

When the man saw that he had failed to succeed in a series of moves, and did not want to fight, he swung his sword and swooped down on me with lightning speed, and struck a succession of swords. I was quick with my eyes and hands, and I resisted left and right, and I bravely turned the danger into a disaster. When the man saw that my swordsmanship was not weak, he swung his sword at the same time. Beze once told me that this kind of swordsmanship is difficult to argue, it seems to be peaceful, but it is really vicious, if you can't grasp it, you will be shaken by the opponent's false moves, and if you break it with a sword, you will die. Therefore, I am alert and agile, respond and block one move at a time, and do not blindly follow the attack, and do not allow the opponent to make the slightest flaw or mistake.

Over there, the king was in the middle of a fierce battle with the short, masked man, and the slamming of the iron sword slammed into my heart like a sound. This made me feel more and more anxious. I don't know how long I can hold out if the king doesn't come to save me. But I must persevere, and I must not make mistakes, or not only will my life be lost, but the king's life will also be lost.

The large, masked man continued to attack me, and I resisted unhurriedly. My resistance provoked a barrage of assaults. I felt that I should not always passively wait for the king's help, and I should also take the initiative to surprise and counterattack. In this way, even if you can't kill the opponent, you can make the opponent feel timid, dare not attack rashly, and can effectively delay time. So, when he slashed at me with his sword, I deliberately squatted on the ground in a flash. The man thought I had fallen, so he slammed into me. My body flashed, and I swung my sword sharply. The man screamed, and he sprang into the stream, and his sword fell into the water. I took advantage of the situation to chase after me, but the thief picked up the stones in the water and threw them at me continuously, and took advantage of my dodging to pick up the long sword that had fallen into the water again in his hand.

As if humiliated, the man swung his sword in anger and fought hard. I held the bank of the stream and did not let him go ashore, but he still came up to the shore with a fierce attack, and fought with me to the death. I knew that my sword was inferior to this thief, so I fought and retreated, until I was forced to the edge of a rock wall, and there was no way out. But the man became more and more courageous, like a mad lion, with an aggressive and fierce light in his eyes, and the light of his sword came towards me one after another. I think my end has really come.

At that moment, a miserable cry was heard. The voice was heart-rending and chilling. As a result, the sound of iron striking was no longer heard. I knew from that sound that the king had struck the short, masked man, but I didn't know what the king had done. The man knew that his accomplice had returned to Huangquan, so he slashed a few swords at me, then turned around and fled into the forest on the slope. I held on to the stone wall behind me and stood firm, thinking that if the man attacked him a few more times, I would be finished. I breathed a long sigh of relief, and when I saw that the king had come to my aid from there, I ran after the man with my sword. Seeing that he was about to catch up with the man, he heard the king shouting urgently behind him, "Prince Longhua, stop quickly." ”

I paused and asked the king, "Your Majesty, what is the matter?" The king came after him from behind, panting, and said, "Don't chase after him, be careful." So I stopped the chase and watched as the masked man entered the dense pine forest. I went down the slope weakly and asked the king, "Why don't you take advantage of the victory?" Look at what a thief that audacious masked man is? The king said, "The thief fled into the woods, and I feared that the woods would be strange and easy to calculate, so I drank you down." ”

As we spoke, we came to the short, masked man who had been knocked down. The man had been stabbed in the abdomen by a sword, and the blood was dripping, staining a large area of the grass red. I crouched down and tore off the black cloth that had covered his face. This person turned out to be Shang Nan, the guard of the Winter Palace in Momomura. I touched his breath, and before I could breathe, I held his head and tried to shout, "Shang Nan guard, Shang Nan guard." I didn't expect him to really open his eyes and look at me blankly. When the king saw that he had opened his eyes, he said, "Bold Shangnan, do you know that I am the king?" The guard nodded slightly, then tilted his neck and lost his breath.

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