Chu State, Chen Capital, south of Wangcheng, Jin Mansion, the cold wind here is still cold, the temperature here is still cold, but outside the master's house, all the servants who are waiting are sweating profusely.

With a "boom", a loud noise came from the room, followed by a roar: "Where are all the people dead, where is Jin Shun?" I'm hurt, sir, so don't come soon. ”

Outside the door, a middle-aged man hurriedly pushed open the door when he heard this, only to see that the tables and chairs in the room were overturned, bamboo slips were scattered, and teacups and other objects were shattered. Jin Shun ran to the side of a white-haired old man in three steps and two steps, and said uncontrollably: "Ouch, master, why are you so careless, master, you are the pillar of this family, you can't have anything!" ”

Jin Shun humped the gray-haired old man onto the bed, and the maid and servants followed closely behind to quickly clean up the overturned table. Within a few minutes, a doctor walked into the room, the doctor checked the old man's pulse, shook his head and said, "Lord Jin, I reminded you early next morning that your illness must not be emotional, otherwise it will aggravate the condition." ”

Jin Shun, who was standing on the side, knelt anxiously in front of the doctor when he heard this, and begged: "Please save my master, save my master!" ”

The doctor was stunned for a while, and hurriedly helped Jin Shun up, and then said: "I will do my best to save Lord Jin, don't worry, but being cured this time does not mean that it can be cured next time, you have to look at Lord Jin and don't let him get emotional." ”

"So how can you not get emotional?" Jin Shun asked.

"Let Lord Jin have less contact with the affairs of the court and enjoy a little more family fun." The doctor said calmly and gently: "You get out of the way, I'm going to give Master Jin an injection." ”

Jin Shun stepped aside and stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for the master's recovery. At the same time, in the study of the head of the family, the maids carried a roll of bamboo slips on the table, and suddenly the two maids accidentally collided again, and the bamboo slips in their hands were scattered again. Time froze, and I saw a scroll of bamboo slips written: Huang Xie was helped by unknown people, and he escaped assassination repeatedly, and now he is only one day away from Chen Du.

It is said that he was by the river that day, and soon after escaping into the reeds, Zhao Jie fainted due to excessive blood loss. So the four combat power became three combat power, and there was also a drag oil bottle, and Zhao Jie's side greatly reduced the chances of victory. Even more unfortunate two or three minutes later, Zhao Jie and his party met the three assassins in the reeds, and Zhao Jie and his party could no longer hide, and there was no way to avoid it.

Three against three, it seems to be evenly matched, but anyone with a discerning eye understands that the difference in strength between the two sides is still very large. The amount of water a barrel can hold depends on the height of the shortest plank. Zhao Jie's combat power is similar to the principle of the bucket, for his two guards, Zhao Jie is quite assured, even if he can't defeat the assassins, he can roughly entangle the arrival of the enemy's backup, but for Huang Hao's short board, Zhao Jie is very uneasy, if Huang Hao's lack of support can't support the arrival of backup, they will be doomed.

"When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, be brave, Huang Gongzi." Zhao Jie felt the murderous aura of the air in a daze, and he used his weak voice to cheer Huang Haoyao on.

Huang Haoyao held the sword in his hand tightly, sweat gradually oozed from his palm, and his body couldn't help but tremble when he fought for the first time.

Zhao Jie leaned on a boulder on his back and sat up with difficulty, and when he found that Huang Haoyao's whole body was trembling, he instantly became alert. Zhao Jie said in a faint voice: "Don't be nervous, I'm watching you from behind?" I'll keep you alert. ”

The sound of "jingling" reached the ears, and the two guards had already begun to fight, and from the sound they heard, they could guess that the fight was very fierce, and they would definitely not be able to rescue Huang Hao for the time being.

"Don't think about anything, just give it a go!" Zhao Jie said weakly, but he could feel his excitement from his tone. Hearing this, Huang Haoyao raised the heavy sword made of iron in his hand and stared at his opponent, his eyes full of hatred.

"If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move." Zhao Jie instructed: "The most important thing for us now is to delay time, and the longer it drags on, the better it will be for us." Huang Hao didn't rush to attack when he heard this, but did a good defensive posture.

"Yikes!" The leader of the assassins roared, and then slashed at Huang Haoyao with a sword. The power of this sword is infinite, and Zhao Jie quickly shouted: "Quickly drag the knife to avoid it." Huang Haoyao jumped when he heard this, dodging the sword that slashed at him.

"Squat down." Zhao Jie's voice reached his ears again, and Huang Hao instinctively did so.

"Take advantage of the moment, raise your sword and sweep away thousands of armies." Huang Haoyao did so again, and the Assassin leader hurriedly took a few steps back, narrowly avoiding the sword that Huang Haoyao had swept over.

"Continue to attack, slash left and right, like a mad tiger, and don't give him a chance to parry." The madman often has the advantage in the fight, because he has no distractions, no scruples, no fear, and the rational madman often wins the battle in the end, because he knows when to go crazy and when not to go crazy. Huang Haoyao turned himself into a madman, fighting the enemy in a disorderly manner, and for a time the leader of the assassins frequently retreated, and he was completely powerless to parry.

After slashing indiscriminately for two or three minutes, seeing that Huang Haoyao's sword momentum was getting slower and slower, Zhao Jie understood that Huang Haoyao's physical strength was about to run out. "Come back." Zhao Jie shouted. Hearing this, Huang Haoyao hurriedly retreated to the original position and looked at Zhao Jie with puzzled eyes.

Zhao Jie understood what he meant, and raised his hand tremblingly to the assassin leader and said: "You can see for yourself, although you attacked very fiercely just now, you didn't hurt him in the slightest, and in this process, you were tired and out of breath, but he didn't breathe, if you don't go back and take a breath now, how can you fight when you are tired and unadultly." ”

Huang Haoyao nodded when he heard this, indicating that he understood. Zhao Jie continued: "With the momentum just now, it is estimated that he will not despise you anymore, and your next task is to defend, don't think about attacking anymore, entangle him with a master's attitude, and wait for reinforcements."

Listening to Zhao Jie's calm words, Huang Haoyao thought that Zhao Jie had won the battle, so he also calmed down instantly. In fact, at this time, he looked at the increasingly critical situation in front of him, and he had already greeted the ancestors of the assassins in his heart many times, and the calm Zhao Jie in front of Huang Haoyao was actually just pretending.

The assassin repeated his old trick and once again slashed at Huang Haoyao with all his might, and the battle began again. "Horizontal Split", "Diagonal Cut", "Drag Sword", "Forward Stab", "Back Pull" ...... Zhao Jie gave one order after another, but the gap was there, the hard-fighting Huang Haoyao was knocked down a few times, blood spurted out of his mouth I don't know how many times, I don't know how long it took, when Huang Haoyao could barely get up, and the assassin was about to cut him into two pieces, with a "whoosh", an arrow broke through the air, piercing the assassin's heart, and blood sprayed all over the ground.

The assassin's huge body fell to the ground with a bang, and his honest face appeared in front of Zhao Jie and Huang Haoyao's eyes. Huang Haoyao smiled slightly, completely fainted, Zhao Jie also showed a smiling face, he took off the token that Zhao Yin gave him from his waist and handed it to Lian Zheng. "Send us to the nearest town for treatment, show this, and someone will pick you up." Zhao Jie commanded, and then fainted as well.

After that, Zhao Jie didn't know anything, and three days later, Zhao Jie woke up, and the arrow wound was still painful. Lying on the bed, Zhao Jie listened to Xu Yang recount what happened after he fell unconscious. Xu Yang told him that he slept for three days, and during these three days, everyone sought medical treatment for them, from small cities to big cities, and then to bigger cities, moving overnight, and rushing overnight, which saved his life. After lying on the bed and resting for another five or six days, the arrow scabbed over, and Zhao Jie was finally able to move freely. After another two or three days, Huang Haoyao also recovered from his injuries, and everyone went on the road again.

Zhao Jie's more than ten days of recuperation were enough to make the situation of the Battle of Pengcheng and the outcome of the assassination investigation clear. The successive defeats, especially the assassination attempts, made Jin Shang angry, and thus Jin Shang's mood swings arose, and Jin Shang's illness cast a shadow over his party's preparations for battle.

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Zhao Jie and his entourage escorted Huang Haoyao to continue to march towards Chendu, and the more they moved towards Chendu, the more Zhao Jie felt an ancient and simple folk custom.

\"The soup of the son is like a hill. Xun is affectionate, but hopeless. Kanqi beats the drum, under Wanqiu. There is no winter and no summer, and it is worth its heron feathers. Kanqi strikes, the way of Wanqiu. There is no winter and no summer, and it is worth its heron. \" The beautiful ballad rang in my ears again.

"Why is this song, why is it so beautiful, why is it heard everywhere." Zhao Ying, who is full of artistic cells, asked. When everyone heard this, they all looked at Huang Haoyao, hoping that he would answer.

"Chen Feng", the song of Chen Di. The state of Chen was the state of King Wu of Zhou, who gave Shun's descendant Concubine Man, and married his eldest daughter to him. The custom here is that "women are noble, good rituals, and use history and witches." The poem "Poetic Style" ** debauchery, fearlessness" describes the love and pity for a dancing woman, and a sympathy for the woman's dancing in winter and summer. Huang Haoyao listened intently for a while, and then replied with a drop in his book bag.

"Wanqiu is mentioned many times in the song, where is Wanqiu, I want to swim there." Zhao Ying continued to ask.

Huang Haoyao glanced at Zhao Jie strangely, and then said: "Wanqiu, even here, you don't know. ”

The location of the Chen capital in the distant ancient times also has another beautiful name - Wanqiu. In ancient times, when most of China's territory was ocean, the ancient land of Wanqiu appeared. Early human beings lived in large numbers here, so the three emperors of mankind, the ancestors of mankind, built their capitals here, and the three emperors were Fuxi, Nuwa, and Shennong.