Seeing that the usually brave subordinates were slapped away by the middle-aged man with a slight wave of his sleeves, and seeing the other party getting closer and closer, Nancheng Meng, Shunsuke, and Uncle Mao, who were in Nancheng Xicheng, who were swaying the night romance, their bodies began to tremble slightly, and they couldn't suppress the □□□ of strong retreat.

However, thinking of the real nobles standing behind him, and thinking of the two real powerhouses in the mansion, they gritted their teeth and let out the most fierce roar: "Everyone rush up and surround him to death!"

The roar echoed in the streets and alleys around the Spring Breeze Pavilion, and it was very strange that when they heard the three words of surrounding him, the gang members who puffed up Yu Yong to howl forward with a steel knife scattered as fast as they could, desperately staying away from Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que's side, and the crowd in front of them dispersed, revealing two rows of sturdy men - those men had rough cloth belts tied around their waists, and there were four small axes in the cloth belts, and they were already holding two small axes in their hands, and they were about to throw!

The people of the Tang Dynasty are martial arts, and there is a fierce atmosphere flowing between the government and the opposition, so the capital Chang'an can't help but carry a sword, even if it is a weapon such as a simple knife, as long as you don't take it out and shake it everywhere in the lively city, the government will not care about you, but the control of long-range weapons such as bows and arrows is relatively strict, especially the powerful crossbow arrows, which are strictly forbidden to be owned by the people, in this case, dozens of flying axes that break through the air have become the most terrible means!

At this point in the rainy night, the calm expression on Chao Xiaoshu's face changed for the first time, he looked at the two rows of axe men under the wall in the distance, and there was no fear, not even vigilance, just frowned slightly, seemed to just feel a little troublesome, shook his head and said, "You know what to do." ”

This sentence was naturally said to Ning Que, but Ning Que ...... He didn't know what he should do at this time, if the other party's flying axe flew like raindrops, he believed that he could escape, but at the same time he believed that Chao Xiaoshu would not choose to leave until he killed or defeated all the enemies, at this moment, he looked at Chao Xiaoshu's back, and suddenly remembered the battle at the Beishan Road Pass, and remembered the words that the old man Lu Qingchen said, and a different color flashed in his eyes.

As if hearing the shocked sound in his mind, the thin green steel sword in Xiao Shu's hand buzzed, vibrating at a very terrifying speed, shaking all the rain and blood on the sword into powder, and then disappeared with a thud, turning into a gray shadow tearing through the rain curtain and flying towards the two rows of throwing axemen!

Like a gray shadow, it is really a swift sword, the sword trace is subtle, the sword is in the direction of the sword, those raindrops that disturb the spring dream as if hanging in the night sky are pierced by grains, piercing the outermost skin of the raindrop, piercing its heart, and then penetrating out, piercing the outermost layer of skin of the human body, and then piercing its flesh and bones, and then penetrating out, the fingers holding the handle of the axe are like lotus roots, and then the broken place begins to spurt blood!

In front of the alley wall, I could only hear the sound of crackling sword tips piercing the raindrops, the sound of cutting fingers, and I couldn't count how many fingers holding the handle of the axe were scattered with the raindrops, and then the heavy axes fell to the ground one after another, smashing on the rain-soaked ground with a muffled sound, and finally countless howls!

There were two axe players with the fastest reaction and the fastest action, at the beginning of the Spring Breeze Pavilion Old Dynasty, they had already thrown out the axes in their hands, but at the next moment, the gray sword shadow swept over their wrists, only to see the blood rushing, they actually threw their hands together with the axe, and then drew a sad blood line, and fell miserably to the ground not far away, the picture looked extremely bloody!

The Spring Breeze Pavilion under the night rain was dead silent, and Chao Xiaoshu stood in the rain, looking at the hundreds of Chang'an City gangs around him, and watching his flying sword appear and disappear from time to time, causing a burst of miserable howls, with a calm and unmoved face.

Master Nancheng Meng's face was pale, trembling and pointing to the small tree outside the pavilion, and screaming like a madwoman: "Chao Xiaoshu... How can you be ...... towards the little tree! Practitioner! You...... How can you be a great swordsman!"

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"What kind of person do you need around you?"

"Fast enough, ruthless enough, brave enough, you can't blink an eye when you kill, you can't let anything fall on me. ”

Ning Que stared at the back of the little tree in front of him, looking at the middle-aged man's hands hanging outside the thin sleeves of the green shirt trembling slightly, his body couldn't help but feel a little stiff, the thin sword turned into a silent gray shadow finally proved his guess, he finally understood the conversation in the shop before.

In the battle at the Beishan Daokou, there was a warrior attendant beside the academy outcast great sword master, and after Lu Qingchen used a trick to trap and kill the great sword master, he killed the martial artist close attendant at the first time, precisely because cultivators like the sword master Nianshi were most afraid of being killed by close quarters when they were in battle, just like the old dynasty of the Spring Breeze Pavilion who finally showed his true strength at this time.

At this moment, Chao Xiaoshu's mental vitality is all tied to the elusive flying sword, which seems to be so powerful that it is unstoppable, but the sword is no longer in his hand, he has lost all his defensive ability, if someone on the other side can break through the flying sword at this time, or quietly approach him to launch a sneak attack, he will be in great danger.

Presumably, during the dangerous battles of Chao Xiaoshu in previous years, there must have been those rumored fierce brothers by his side as close attendants, but tonight his brothers were locked in their respective camps by the government, so he needed to find someone, find someone who could be trusted and strong enough to protect his close safety.

So he went to Linxi Lane in the dripping spring rain, walked into the shop called Lao Bi Zhai, stood on the wet ground outside the threshold, looked at the young man who was sighing and eating noodles, and said with a smile:

"I'm going to kill someone. ”

"I need someone by my side. ”

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

This gamble, or trust, made Ning Que feel a little heavy on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, his right hand tightened slightly, grasped the handle of the knife that was oblique to the sky behind his back, and slowly pulled out the sparkling and traceless Pu knife.

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When the rain falls on the ground, it is quickly stained by the dust accumulated on weekdays, and gradually collects into a stream to the sewer by the street, and is quickly smelled by the sludge of the years, which is the favorite environment of rats in Chang'an City. A mouse with some festering fur pounced on a severed human finger with two dirty black front paws, and kept biting excitedly, occasionally taking a break to lick the blood on the hair, and the human fights that occurred in the high field of vision had nothing to do with it, it only hoped that the faint shadow could cut a few more fingers, hoping that the rain could rush those fingers in front of him, Lord Haotian blessed, the food of the family these days depends on your reward.

With a snap, a lump of something whizzed and smashed in front of the mouse, splashing sewage and blood all over the ground. The rat ran away in horror, and when it was about to burrow into the rat hole at the foot of the courtyard wall, it reluctantly looked back at the finger that was about to be gnawed into white bones, and then resolutely shook its tail and drilled in, if it looked carefully and found that the thing splashed with rain and blood was a human head, it would definitely regret its decision.

The rat got out of the rat hole, and there was no way to regret it, and at the moment when it was trampled into a pulp by the hard Tang Army boots, I don't know if it regretted that it couldn't tell the taste of the same kind of human flesh.

An elite soldier of the Tang Army slowly retracted his feet wearing military boots, glanced at the bloody mice at his feet, listened to the sound outside the courtyard wall, slowly retreated to the queue, gestured to his colleagues with his hand about the battle outside, and then looked down at the crossbow arrow in his hand to confirm that the rain did not cause problems with the machine spring.

Dozens of Tang army elites wearing dark ponchos stood silently behind the courtyard wall, holding crossbow arrows in their hands, the dilapidated Spring Breeze Pavilion outside the wall was surrounded by killing sounds at the moment, but no one found their existence, these sergeants were silent like a group of stone sculptures, neither wind and rain nor fighting could make the expression on their faces change in the slightest.

Behind these elite Tang troops, there were two people sitting on the wooden floor of the Kailou locked by layers of rain curtains. One was a middle-aged man with clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, dressed in a star-white robe, with a somewhat small sword resting quietly on the wooden floor beside him, and the other was wearing a hat, and his face could not be seen, but judging from the monk's robe he was wearing, the pair of bare feet that were large and dirty, and the bronze bowl under the rain eaves in front of him, he should be an ascetic monk.

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

The ascetic monk lowered his head and did not speak, he listened to the faint sound of flying swords breaking through the air and splitting the rain from outside the wall, stared at the copper bowl under the wooden steps, and watched the rain in the bowl disturbed by the new raindrops, and gradually felt that his qi sea had become a little uneasy, so his head lowered, and his fingers pulled the ironwood rosary on his wrist more slowly and firmly.

This mansion is the palace of the court, the mansion of the old dynasty of the Chunfeng Pavilion, this wooden building is the small building of listening to the rain, the old dynasty of the Chunfeng Pavilion listens to the rain when he has nothing to do, these elites of the Tang army and these two strong men are waiting for him to go home.

At the mouth of the spring rainy alley outside the courtyard wall on the other side of the court, there were two carriages parked, the horses in front of the carriage were a little impatient with the rain, from time to time they wanted to snort but could not make a sound, they wanted to kick their front hooves twice but did not dare to move, one carriage was dead and silent, and from time to time there was a low coughing sound in the other carriage.

No one knew who was in these two carriages, but if Chao Xiaoshu could see the middle-aged fat man standing next to the carriage at this time, he would definitely be able to guess that the people in the carriage were not ordinary people. That seemingly ordinary middle-aged fat man is not a celebrity in Chang'an City, and he does not have any official status, but many officials will curry favor when they see him, because many people know that some inconvenient things for His Royal Highness are handled by him.

However, such a more powerful figure than the prime minister's butler, even if he was soaked by the cold spring rain, he didn't dare to sit in the carriage to avoid the rain, and stood outside the carriage honestly with a slightly bent over, with an extremely humble attitude.

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