Rainy night.

Lightning is like a vigorous white dragon, tearing the dark night apart.

The torrential rain fell on the ground, splashing small bubbles of water and filling the streets.

It had been raining for a day, and in the quiet of the village, there was only one house with a lamp, and this house had a large hole in the courtyard wall, and bursts of laughter came from the hollow.

In the house, Dowling was chatting with Han Zimo who had just met him, and this Han Zimo was also a drinker, especially when he smelled the wine that Dowling took out, his eyes lit up.

After drinking wine, the two of them talked more, and Dao Lin knew that this person was a second-grade martial artist in the Creation Realm, and he was only forty-seven years old this year, and this kind of strength could already be regarded as a genius.

He has only practiced kendo all his life, and a terrifying sword aura comes from this, Dao Lin has made a private evaluation, and his two masters want to compete with him, and it is estimated that the chances of winning are not great.

And this person's swordsmanship has been cultivated to an extremely high level, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the unity of human and sword.

After eating and drinking, the two of them rested separately, and Dao Lin first practiced the "Evergreen Immortal Formula" once, and the internal force swam through the limbs and five bones before he was completely comfortable.

"This sword qi is really domineering, it has obviously been suppressed before, and only a trace of residual sword qi can explode into a demon again." Dowling slowly opened his eyes, he took a few deep breaths, and said as he dispersed his internal force.

Now he was alone in the room, and there was no sound except the sound of rain.

"Mr. Han said that the guards are equivalent to the Imperial War Mansion, and the previous conjecture was completely correct, this 'Chu' surname Emperor should be the first word, and the reason why there is a Chu character is because the mother concealed it."

Dowling lay on the bed looking at the ceiling in a daze, and began to think about the next road in his heart.

The first must be to help the Shenwu Empire defend the western border, and the second is to find his mother, but it depends on chance, after all, the two countries are now in a war-torn relationship, and it is not easy to go to the Lieyang Empire.

It was useless to think too much, and after Dowling calmed down, he slowly fell into a deep sleep.

After he fell asleep, a figure suddenly appeared in front of his bed.

The figure was looking at Dowling with a cold face, he was silent, if it weren't for the naked eye to see him standing here, he wouldn't have felt his presence at all.

After looking at the time of touching a stick of incense, the figure finally moved, and he did not make a move to Dowling, but left the room directly.

Early the next morning, a few bird calls woke up the sleeping Dowling.

Dowling rubbed his sleepy eyes and squinted to the window, only to see the bright sunlight shining through the window.

"That's the good weather I want to see." Dowling turned over and got out of bed and suddenly saw a shallow shoe print next to the bed, if it wasn't for the sun shining on the side of the shoe print, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Someone came after he fell asleep, and he didn't die means that the person didn't want to kill him, it could be another scheme, is it Han Zimo?

There's no one else here but him.

Why would he come to see him while he was asleep?

Still don't believe in your identity?

Or is his identity fake?

Sleeping by himself is usually very light, and if someone comes to the bedside, he should be able to sense it!

Besides, the person who came must be a person who is good at light martial arts, but Han Zimo is not good at sword cultivation, otherwise he wouldn't have let himself dodge a blow through thunder yesterday.

Dowling sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a long time, until he was awakened by a knock on the door, and it was Han Zimo's voice.

After Dowling replied, he no longer thought about it, he had to keep an eye on it when he went out, who the other party was, and what his intention was to meet and do it by chance remains to be verified.

When he opened the door, Dao Lin saw Han Zimo, dressed as a scholar, standing outside the door, and the slender sword was still at his waist.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Han Zimo asked with a smile.

Dowling nodded vaguely, thinking to himself, isn't this person here without three hundred taels of silver?

"The weather is good today, let's go." Han Zimo said with a smile.

Dowling nodded again, he didn't know how to get along with this person, and he was embarrassed for a moment.

Pulling the horses out of the stables, the two of them left together, and as they were leaving, Dowling hung the lock he had broken on the deadbolt, and walked past the broken courtyard wall.

Leaving the village, the two headed west.

"You're kind of funny." Han Zimo, who hadn't spoken all the way, suddenly spoke.

"What do you mean?" Dowling asked suspiciously.

"If my guess is correct, this is a thousand-mile horse working for the Divine Punishment Organization." Han Zimo said softly.

Dowling was shocked, and said to himself, how did he drive these through a horse?

"Look at the horse's neck..."Han Zimo pointed to Dowling.

Dowling leaned down to look at it, and then touched it with his hand, which was a sword-shaped scar.

It turned out that the horses punished by God were all branded, but they were covered by manes before, so they were not found.

"Don't tell me you picked up this horse." Han Zimo said with a smile.

Dao Lin also smiled and didn't speak, but he was more careful about this Han Zimo in his heart.

He himself clearly said that he was an idle cloud wild crane, but he recognized the token of the guards of the Burning Sun Empire, and now he pointed out the brand of the Divine Punishment Organization.

With such a guy who doesn't know the depths by his side, it's really like a man's back.

In the future, as long as Han Zimo doesn't take the initiative to talk to him, he will never take the initiative to speak.

I walked all day, and the farther west I went, the more desolate it became, and I could see only one village at the end of the day.

"Staying in the wild tonight?" Seeing that Han Zimo had no intention of stopping, Dao Lin asked.

"I don't care, the main thing is that there doesn't seem to be a place to live nearby." Han Zimo said as his eyes swept around.

Dowling saw it too, and there was nothing around but a bush.

"Or do you want to spend the night in the bushes?" Dowling gestured to the bushes.

"No, no, no, it's so dirty there, I don't like it." Han Zimo said without even looking at it.

Dowling said in his heart, this guy is still a cleanliness addict.

As the two of them were slowly moving forward, they suddenly heard a shaking in the bushes, and a small white badger sprang out of the bushes, and after it, the bushes shook violently again, and a wild boar chased after them.

"Old Han, do you want to eat roast pork?" Dowling asked, turning his head.

"Can you bake it?" Han Zimo asked.

"Since you know the guards and the divine punishment, do you know the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon Residence?" Dowling asked smugly.

Han Zimo thought carefully when he heard this, and after a while, he shook his head solemnly and said, "I haven't heard of it at all, is it a new organization?" ”

Dowling pursed his lips and did not speak, he felt a deep malice and humiliation.

"You haven't heard of it, it's okay, you just need to know that after this pig is caught, we can have a good meal, and we can eat several good meals." Dowling said with a deep breath.

Han Zimo nodded, only to see that with a wave of his right hand, the long sword on his waist came out and entered, and a sword qi slashed out.