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Zhang Shuo was dressed in a black sleeve robe and carried a broadsword, with a handsome white horse under his crotch, walking slowly in the torrential rain.

Although the rain curtain around him was large, it could not block his vision. Just a few hundred meters away, a stone monument stands impressively at the intersection.

Zhang Shuo smiled at the corner of his mouth, and the three regular characters of 'Guobei County' on the stone tablet were already clearly seen by him.

"Sure enough, this unknown world really has a plot of A Chinese Ghost Story."

Zhang Shuo smiled at the corner of his mouth, since he learned the news of Cihang Pudu in the memory of that fat-headed county commander, Zhang Shuo inquired all the way to Guobei County.

The white horse under the crotch was psychic, feeling the emotions of the master, bowed his head and snorted, and the speed of the four hooves suddenly accelerated.

This elven war horse, which had drunk the blood of the Smaug dragon, although it did not use all its strength at this time, was still running at the speed of an ordinary thousand-mile horse on the slippery dirt road.

And Zhang Shuo sat on horseback, with almost no bumps.

Knock knock...

After only a few dozen breaths, a vague figure appeared in front of him, hurrying forward in the rain.

With such a heavy rain, in addition to Zhang Shuo, there are still people on the official road?

As the distance got closer, Zhang Shuo also saw the person's appearance clearly.

But it was a young man who looked like a scholar with a salute shelf on his back, and in the midst of the downpour, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella full of loopholes and hurrying away, like a chicken in soup.

Although there was already some speculation in his heart, Zhang Shuo did not slow down the horse's speed, but quickly passed by its side.

"Huh? What a majestic horse! On such a muddy road, I actually ran so fast! ”

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of books turned his head, and saw Zhang Shuo coming with a horse, and his momentum was extraordinary in the rainstorm, and he couldn't help but praise in his heart.

Hurriedly dodge to the side and get out of the way.

And Zhang Shuo had already seen the appearance of Shusheng clearly, and frowned, "Sure enough, I caught up with the beginning of the plot!" ”

The young man just now has a seven-point resemblance to the male protagonist of the Chinese woman, thinking that it is Ning Caichen, Zhang Shuo parked the horse in the gazebo in front.

Now that I've seen the 'male protagonist', it's naturally best to understand the progress of the plot.

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Not long after, Ning Caichen, who was soaking wet, hurried to arrive, curiously glanced at the white horse outside the pavilion that was not tied to the reins, and walked into the pavilion to take shelter from the rain.

I saw Zhang Shuo in a black power suit, sitting in the gazebo, with a cold broadsword standing beside him, and the cold air on the sword seemed to be more cold and piercing than the rain on his body.

Rumble!

Coincidentally, at this moment, a thunderclap exploded in the sky.

Ning Caichen couldn't help but shudder, and smiled weakly at Zhang Shuo, "This brother, the road is slippery in the heavy rain, sorry to squeeze in the pavilion." ”

Zhang Shuo smiled, waved his hand and said, "Scholars don't have to be polite, please take care of yourself." ”

With that, he looked into the rain outside the gazebo.

Ning Caichen, shaking his shoulders, looked at Zhang Shuo curiously from time to time, he had never seen Zhang Shuo's dress and temperament, and he was naturally curious in his heart.

But he was afraid of Zhang Shuo's momentum, and he didn't dare to disturb. Seeing Zhang Shuo looking at the white rain curtain, he said curiously: "Brother Tai, I don't know what you're looking at?" ”

"Look at a swordsman."

"Swordsman?"

Ning Caichen was stunned for a moment, and looked at the figure outside the pavilion again.

At this time, there was a shout of killing from far and near, and more than a dozen figures ran towards the pavilion.

"Run, he's coming!"

"Run, run, hurry!"

......

I saw that outside the pavilion, more than a dozen men dressed in rivers and lakes were in disarray, running away with panicked faces.

It's like there's some beast behind you that chooses people to devour!

Soon, a tall warrior behind them, with extremely fast footwork, turned the sword in his hand into a Dao Dao white light, the prey in front of the reaper.

"Yikes!"

"Poof..."

It's just a simple straight split, a simple sword move that is oblique, but with lightning speed, most of this group of people in the rivers and lakes were killed.

When the last person saw the other party as if he was chopping melons and vegetables, he was so frightened that his knees weakened, he fell to the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Uncle, spare your life!" I'll give you the money back! ”

The tall warrior is the Xiahou swordsman who died at the hands of the dryad in the original play.

He snatched the package and shouted angrily: "You dare to steal Uncle's money, damn it!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he cut the opponent's head in half with a sword.

The blood splashed on the face of Ning Caichen, who was already stunned in the pavilion, and he trembled with fright, and hurriedly turned his head over.

Xiahou swordsman glanced at Ning Caichen, who was trembling with fright, laughed disdainfully, did not speak, and turned around, about to enter the pavilion.

"Huh? Hiss..."

As soon as he walked into the pavilion, the samurai Fang noticed that there was another person in the pavilion, and his face suddenly changed drastically, and he secretly took a breath of cool air in his heart.

At this time, he was not more than five steps away from Zhang Shuo, but in his senses, there was no sound, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

"I have already stepped into the martial arts grandmaster, and I can't hide my awareness of the wind and grass within a radius of a few zhang, but I can't sense this person's breath at all?!"

But the reality was that Zhang Shuo was standing in front of him alive, which made Xiahou Swordsman have an awkward sense of contrast between what he saw in his eyes and what he felt in his heart for the first time.

Looking at Zhang Shuo in a black suit, with a dark iron broadsword beside him, the sword body was carved with unknown text symbols, and hurriedly turned his head outward, and sure enough, there was a handsome white horse on the side outside the pavilion.

Xiahou Swordsman looked startled, and said in shock: "You, you are the murderous broadswordsman on the most wanted list recently!" ”

But it was Xia Hou who thought of a lawless swordsman who had been rumored on Jiangnan Road recently. Zhang Shuo traveled all the way south, and the white horse under his crotch attracted many bandits to covet him.

But as long as you are troublesome to Zhang Shuo, whether it is in the field or in the market town, it will all be killed with a sword.

Since the Anshi Rebellion, the court has weakened, demons and demons have coexisted, coupled with the fierce style of martial arts practice in the Tang Dynasty, it can be seen in the original drama that Jianghu guests often wield swords against each other.

But a blatant murder in the downtown like Zhang Shuo is naturally wanted by the government.

Moreover, no matter how difficult the people's livelihood is, anyone who practices martial arts does not want to get a bounty on the wanted list, and even block the street.

In this way, Zhang Shuo naturally killed more and more people, the bounty became higher and higher, and his fame became bigger and bigger.

Seeing Xia Hou's inquiry, Zhang Shuocai slowly spoke: "Brother Tai's swordsmanship cultivation is not bad, but it's a pity that his anger is too heavy, and he doesn't know how to resolve it, and he has accumulated a dark disease, and his cultivation is harmful to entering the realm without any benefit!" ”

Xiahou swordsman calmed his mind, his eyes glowed, and he said in a condensed voice: "Why do you use you to comment on my sword, since you are also a swordsman, then use the sword to speak!" ”

In the original play, he and Yan Chixia chased Yan Chixia for seven years for the title of the world's number one swordsman, and saw Zhang Shuo and Yan Chixia's general tone, how could he bear it.

Sou!

As he spoke, the long sword was unsheathed, and a water curtain sword qi had already swept towards Zhang Shuo.

As soon as Zhang Shuo's body moved, the sword qi tore apart the afterimage, and the aftermath did not stop, sweeping out a gap in the corner of the pavilion.

Xiahou Swordsman froze suddenly, he only saw a black shadow flash away, and there was no Zhang Shuo's figure in front of him, and he couldn't believe it in his heart, 'There is such a fast body in the world?' ’

"The pavilion is too small to show, why not come to the pavilion to fight."

At this time, Zhang Shuo's voice came from behind, and Xia Hou hurriedly turned around in surprise.

I saw that Zhang Shuo had arrived in the rain curtain outside the pavilion at some point, and it seemed that he had been standing there without moving. (To be continued.) )