Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Resentment of Selling Knives
Cao Shaoqin is cold and arrogant and self-confident, and he is arbitrary and independent; Yuhuatian is cold and arrogant, and he is more confident in his own schemes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
As the sun rose, a hint of wind came, and a few leaves fell and floated from the trees, some of them clinging to their robesβand with a bang, the two swords pushed against each other, and each slipped out of a step. Yuhuatian's figure retreated, stepped on a few steps, turned into a white afterimage, stepped on the boulder, and swung his sword, the silver light on the drunken rain sword separated, and the two small swords swirled.
Across his field of vision. Cao Shaoqin, who was dressed in a black robe, looked like water, there was no change, the only change was that his eyes were half-closed, lonely and murderous, and suddenly he threw off his sleeve robe, held the white dragon sword in his backhand, and took two steps in a row, and the whole person was like a sharp arrow, facing the rain in the air.
Phew-
Phew-
With two sounds in succession, the white dragon sword waved, and the two small swords, one left and one right, were split, and in the blink of an eye, the sword blade hung horizontally. In mid-air, Yuhuatian's sword body was raised, the two small swords were withdrawn, and the sword body was erected, and the two figures collided together.
The strength was like a blade, swinging invisibly from the two of them, rushing around. Two small trees with crooked necks with thick wrists near them clicked and were broken in an instant, and the other was directly uprooted, splashing dirt everywhere.
As soon as they fought, the two obviously felt stunned, and then they swept away and landed. Cao Shaoqin rushed with his sword again, swinging his sword abruptly, and the blade of the sword tore the wind, as if to cut the air. Yuhuatian snorted coldly, pulled his sword, and flicked his index finger twice on the sword body, and the whirling humming sound was like a mountain wind whistling, and then the main sword was killed like a dragon.
Dongchang Fanzi who was far away didn't see how they fought clearly, the only one who only saw them Cao Qianhu, the sword body rotated and shook to form a huge sword flower, and he heard the bell twice, and the small sword that emitted silver light was knocked open, and Yuhuatian saw this, and the sword blade was inserted horizontally and stirred.
The two clashed again, their movements changed abruptly, their swords were close to each other, their arms were stirring, their hilts were turning, and the sharp whirlpool between the two suddenly took shape.
The squeaky friction kept coming out of the two swords, and it was extremely harsh.
Suddenly, Cao Shaoqin and Yu Huatian's arms stopped, and at the same time, they straddled backwards, and the white dragon sword was frozen against the drunken rain sword, tip to point.
"You are very powerful...... Yu Huatian withdrew his sword, walked to the small sword that fell to the ground, and gently picked it up, falling back into the main sword embedded. He turned his head to look at Nuanri, and said in a cold voice, "....... is more reckless than those few grasses." β
Cao Shaoqin's face was still like water, he inserted the white dragon sword back into the scabbard, turned around and walked with Fanzi, walked two steps, stopped and turned his face sideways, and said: "Song Jiang's head is from Dongchang, you'd better not prove anything to others, in front of the overseer, put away your ambitions." β
"How are you compared to?" Yuhuatian slid a wisp of green silk across his eyes, flashing with confidence.
Cao Shaoqin snorted coldly, turned his face back, and walked away, when an arrogant and deep voice came, "Within ten moves, turn into white bones." β
The wind was quiet, and under the warm sunshine, Yuhuatian looked stunned, and then froze.
Between the undulating hills and forests, the influence of the night, the eye can not be seen, and at this time, the light is excellent. Song Jiang and the others fled towards the west bank of Liangshan Shuibo, and along the way, from time to time, they saw the Liangshan rout soldiers who were hacked to death and discarded, some of them were still running when they were dying, and some of their faces were distorted with fear, and a deep knife mark almost cut off his neck.
Along the way, one after another such pictures came into their eyes, Song Jiang, Wu Yong, Zhu Wu, Deng Fei, Yang Zhi, Ou Peng and others couldn't help but feel sad.
"I, Liangshan Yishu, am a hero who stands up to the heavens and the earth, and one by one they have fallen to such a miserable end, and there are still jackals, tigers and leopards gnawing in the wilderness, I really feel uneasy. β
Song Jiang's spirit withered, and he said sadly: "It was Song Jiang who harmed all the righteous people, I originally just wanted to build a peach source with everyone in this Liangshan Shuibo, so that we and other people who were forced by the court to have a place to live, and it was just a matter of righteousness, leveling injustice, and eliminating violence and peace, and those dog thieves would not let us go." β
"Brother Gongming..... don't grieve. Wu Yong wiped his eyes and said: "If Liangshan does not fall, we still have a place to live, and there are many brothers on the mountain, living happily." β
Deng Fei and Ou Peng patted their chests and said: "Tell my brother to rest assured, the two of us will do our best to protect Brother Gongming's return to Liangshan, even if I will die." β
At this time, Zhu Wu poked back from behind, shook his head and said: "I'm still not going to say any more frustrating words, Brother Wu Song and the others haven't seen it at this time, they must be entangled by officers and soldiers, and it is the best policy to leave immediately and return to the cottage." β
Song Jiang wiped away his tears and agreed.
Immediately a few people on the road again, a few miles later, already smelled the sound of water, Deng Fei and others hurriedly trotted up, and then stunned, only to see the water village, although there is no fire, but still black smoke rises like a pillar, the whole cottage is scorched black, on the shore of the water, a faint smell of blood under their feet floated up from the water.
As far as the eye could see, hundreds of floating corpses floated on the water. At this moment, Song Jiang sat down on the ground and muttered, "Liangshan is gone......."
"Liangshan is goneβ" Song Jiang yelled hideously, his hand beating the water.
Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of a sharp blade coming out of its sheath.
Deng Fei turned his head suddenly, only to see a cold light on his neck, and the head on his shoulder fell on the beach with a click. Ou Peng on the side was suddenly startled, and before he could raise the knife, his stomach suddenly hurt, and the long knife that had just killed Deng Fei turned around at this moment and slashed at his abdomen in an instant.
Then another knife came and slashed at the neck, and suddenly the two headless corpses overlapped on the beach.
At the other end, Song Jiang and the three of them turned their heads when they heard the voice, only to see Yang Zhi's face covered with blood, and a murderous smile floated, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth, and the cyan birthmark was particularly hideous.
"Yang Zhi, you ......" Zhu Wu was furious, but was pulled by Wu Yong, and then pulled Song Jiang and motioned him to get up and leave quickly.
Song Jiang didn't move, his face was bitter, and he sighed: "Now that Liangshan is falling apart, the trees are falling and scattered, and everyone has their own ambitions, since Brother Yang wants to kill Song Jiang and send it to the imperial court, Song Jiang's life will be given to his brother to have a good future, I just hope that Brother Yang can look at Song Jiang's past and leave a whole corpse for Song Jiang." β
The knife was dripping with blood, Yang Zhi walked over and ignored Wu Yong and the others, but stared at Song Jiang who was sitting on the ground in a complicated manner, "Is that all there is to it?"
Song Jiang nodded, looking open, and led his neck to righteousness.
Suddenly, the knife was lowered.
.........
.........
Then he kicked out, kicked Song Jiang to the ground, and stepped on it, Yang Zhi's eyes flashed fiercely, and the knife fell down on his neck.
"You're ............" Song Jiang watched the knife fall with fear on his face, and the words in his mouth were not finished.
Immediately, the corpses separated.
Yang Zhi spat on his corpse and scolded: "Really I'm so cheating? Lao Tzu was robbed by you Liangshan on two escort errands, and Lao Tzu was so depressed that he needed to sell the ancestral treasure knife, thinking that he had no resentment in his heart?"
Immediately, he grabbed his head and glanced at Zhu Wu and Wu Yong, very disdainful.
He turned and walked into the woods.
ps: The end of the three more 7000 words. See you tomorrow.