Chapter 12: The Sword Servant (1)

Just after the drizzle, the ground was full of water, and the streets were full of people. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info bluestone ground is better, but it is just a little slippery, if you walk on the dirt road, it is inevitable that you will have a muddy foot.

The streets and alleys are disturbed, a team of good news is criss-crossed, the little school children of each family run hard, passers-by surround to watch the excitement, and the children of each family are like the New Year, chasing the sound of firecrackers and constantly screaming and applauding.

Rao is Zhao Bu died in the rivers and lakes, and he almost lost the team that gave Yue Zhuo the good news, but fortunately, the people saluted loudly from time to time, and finally did not follow the wrong person.

After turning two more streets, this group of messengers stopped in front of an inn, and a servant had already reported the good news to Yue Zhuo, and Yue Zhuo had already greeted him as soon as he arrived at the door.

Zhao Buying saw the scholarly spirit in the crowd, and Yue Zhuo, who was in his prime, was happy for this scholar in his heart. Seeing the classmates around Yue Zhuo again, waiting for the same year and other scholars, everyone blessed each other, and quoted a few sentences from time to time, so that the onlookers burst into cheers, this is a reader, this is what a talented person should look like.

Yue Zhuo's scholar handed Xie Yi over to the tolerances, who said good things and left. The innkeeper smiled and whispered a few words beside Yue Zhuo, Yue Zhuo frowned, but he couldn't resist the coaxing of his classmates, and finally nodded.

The innkeeper smiled like a chrysanthemum, and waved his hand to let a few juniors carry out the copywriting that had already been prepared, and a high-end pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were placed on it.

Yue Zhuo said a few polite words, and wrote a small poem in front of everyone. Let the onlookers be greatly satisfied, and they did not hesitate to offer cheers and applause.

At this moment, Zhao Buying felt very lonely and out of place with his surroundings. Looking at the high-spirited and smiling scholar, Zhao Buxian secretly said in his heart: "Maybe this is what the drama says, the roll call outside the Donghua Gate is a good man."

Zhao Bu is a rough man, he can't figure out why he feels lonely, if there are people in the rivers and lakes who have read books, he may sigh "The country is like this, what can I do." to explain Zhao Budie's mood.

Even so, Zhao Buying, a person who likes to look for flowers and ask willows, has no elegant hobbies, no great ambitions, and relatively low martial arts, still has his own pride.

He took the scholar as a friend, and now the scholar is proud, he will not be a person who is 'rich in the mountains and has distant relatives', so Zhao Buying smiled slightly, turned around to push away the crowd, and strode away.

Jianghu people, where sex goes. Since he had already met the scholar, Zhao Buying didn't care whether he went up to talk or not. Maybe this is the way you want to live, and you will be happy when you do this.

Somehow, Zhao Buying suddenly thought of the last time he felt happy. (Is it when Yuelai baths and orders 'Yuelai Supreme'?cough, don't make trouble.) ）

It seems that the Huashan faction issued an announcement, saying that 'the Wuyue Sword Sect will attack it together'. At that time, I was also admiring the festival, and I felt that the Huashan faction had spoken to my heart. Although the Jianghu people are not recognized by the imperial court, the Jianghu people have their own standards and pride.

Yue Zhuo, who was surrounded in the core, seemed to feel something, raised his eyes to look at the location where Zhao Buying left, and he seemed to see a familiar back. Like, it seems to be the rough man who persuaded him to be a master and a military advisor in the dart game?

Yue Zhuo frowned, he wanted to call out to this rough man, but this environment was really not suitable for the two of them to catch up. In his heart, he also had a similar thought to Zhao Buying, it seemed that the days with those rough people were faster, far better than the flowers at the moment, laughing and admiring.

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The sound of hooves is long, and the line is long.

Several caravans entrenched in the capital were finally organized and formed a large caravan and headed for Huashan.

Zhao Buying, as a big dart master who has traveled back and forth to Huashan several times, is familiar with the road conditions along the way, and has a little face in the major cottages and sects, is of course the first choice for caravan hiring.

It was to receive a dart task from the Wind Dart Bureau, and Zhao Busheng took the lead, organizing more than a dozen dart masters and dozens of executioners to join the caravan to participate in the bodyguard.

The caravan stopped and went, and the speed was not fast, and a light rain fell in the afternoon, delaying the journey. In order not to miss the stay, the caravan steward discussed with the dart master, passed through the Shili Village outside Anyang City, and went straight to Anyang City for the night.

After the rain, the sky is like a wash, and the sun is scorching, especially around the beginning of the day, when the sun is at its most vicious. The caravan strayed from the main road and took advantage of the shade of the roadside trees.

The caravan and the merchant team have long agreed that in order to avoid greedy cups and mistakes, they are not allowed to drink alcohol during the journey. It was Zhao Buying who carried a water bag and sat between a group of executioners with open arms, bragging with others.

At this time, there was the sound of the hooves of two horses on the road, and the hooves were not tight, but a little leisurely.

Zhao Buxian's face sank, he screwed the water bag and hung it on his waist, and walked to the side of the road with a knife with one hand. Not long, the leaders of several other dart games also stood beside Zhao Buying one after another.

One of the executioners whispered to the man next to him, "Isn't it normal for horses to sound on the road?" The executioner next to him was also full of doubts and couldn't answer this question.

Or the passing dart master said: "What kind of weather is it now, can you ride a horse so leisurely on the road?" The implication is naturally that the knight riding the horse is not weak in martial arts, and I am afraid that it will not invade the cold and heat. And when you meet a master of the rivers and lakes, it is not an exaggeration to be 10,000 careful.

The executioners looked respectful, and their hearts were old rivers and lakes in the final analysis, but they were experienced.

From the bend of the road, two knights rode their horses, and gradually met the eyes of Zhao Buxian and other dart masters. The two were about twenty years old, wearing a blue shortshirt and several types of Huashan styles.

Nowadays, Huashan-style caftan is extremely popular, and many young Jianghu people like to buy it as a façade, but they can't judge the origin of the two from their clothing.

The sharp-eyed dart master had already discovered that the two young men had two swords pinned to their waists.

Who in the world doesn't know that except for the Songshan faction, the Wuyue Sword Sect has a double sword swordsmanship, and the other four factions are all majoring in one sword.

In addition to the Wuyue Sword School, the most famous double sword swordsmanship in the world is the Wudang and Kunlun factions, and then the two factions of Emei and Qingcheng in Shu.

Many dart masters were light-hearted and regarded these two young people as the descendants of the rivers and lakes to catch up with the new trend and join in the fun.

There are only a few people such as Zhao Buying, who have lived at the foot of Mount Hua for a longer time, and the three sects and nine streams have heard more gossip information, and they glanced at each other, and there was a vague guess in their hearts.

Coincidentally, the two young men stopped on the main road, just near the caravan. The two of them immediately hugged Zhao Buying and other dart masters, and smiled kindly, indicating that they had no bad intentions. Then he sat on his horse with his eyes closed, ignoring the scorching sun overhead.

Although these two young men did not look like bad people, the steward of the caravan and the dart master had a bad premonition in their hearts. If they stop the road, if not against the caravan, they will have to deal with the others, and there will be a fight.

Merchants travel thousands of miles just to get rich, so they naturally don't want to get involved in pointless battles.

Moreover, these two young men are not invaded by cold and heat, even if they are not disciples of Huashan, they must be excellent disciples carefully cultivated by other big forces, and as businessmen, they must try their best to avoid getting involved in the struggle between these big forces.

One by one, the executioners and servants stood up to pack their belongings and prepare to return to the road, away from this place of right and wrong.

But as the saying goes, 'Evil comes from heaven when a man sits at home'.

On the other side of the road there was a dense sound of horses' hooves, and it was clear that there were quite a few people galloping on their horses. Running on such a muddy road is very easy to injure the horse's hooves, and it is obvious that something is wrong with the wild running of people regardless of it.

The two young men opened their eyes and looked at each other and smiled at each other.

A large young man smiled at another young man with a mustache, "Senior Brother Li and Senior Brother Wang have done it over there." ”

The mustachioed young man nodded and said, "With Uncle Li pressing the formation, it will naturally be successful, and you will be clever for a while, but don't let Li Wei and Wang Bao compare the two of them." ”

The big young man nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry, senior brother, I will wake up naturally." The two senior brothers, Li and Wang, have a relationship with the senior brother, and they are much closer than the two of us. If you don't behave well, you may be left behind by them. ”

The mustachioed young man glanced at his junior brother and said, "Shut up, don't comment on the rights and wrongs of senior brother." ”

The big young man shrunk his neck slightly, and nodded a little fearfully.

Zhao Buxian and the others had already asked people to assemble the caravan, and they, the dart masters, were in front of them, so as not to make a move to rush into the caravan.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually increased, and Zhao Buxian saw six black-clothed knights riding their horses, five of them had wounds on their bodies, and the remaining one was a big fat man, this person was lying on the horse's back, and there was a deep wound on his back. His horse was led by another knight, and it was evident that the fat man had fainted.

Zhao Buxian took a closer look and found that he had actually seen these black-clothed knights, who were the disciples of the Demon Sect who had scolded Old Man Shu in the Yuelai Tavern in the capital before.

Now they were wearing Demon Sect clothes, and their faces were stained with blood, but Zhao Buxian still recognized the stunned young man and the middle-aged man who had grabbed him before.

Zhao Buying was a little surprised, he didn't expect to meet this group of Demon Sect people here again, and they actually ran to the front of the caravan, which would run back from Anyang.

It's a pity, 'People are waiting for you halfway', Zhao Buying sighed in his heart. Thinking of this, Zhao Buxian glanced at the two young men stationed on the road again.

The group of Demon Sect disciples who ran for their lives also saw the two young men blocking the road, and the middle-aged man, Brother Zhao, saw the clothes of the people who came, and he was a little frightened and scared in his heart, and secretly scolded, "It's from the Huashan faction."

Brother Zhao was able to prioritize clearly, and at this time, he showed the ruthless side of the Demon Sect disciples, and shouted: "Follow me and rush over, we can't delay." When the people behind catch up, we'll be surrounded and killed. ”

As soon as the words fell, the man surnamed Zhao rushed to the two young men in the first place, brandishing a single knife and slashing at the big young man.

The big young man pulled his horse to the side, not fighting him at all, and let him rush out. The two young men drew out the swords at their waists at the right time, let go of Brother Zhao, and went straight to the people behind him.

Among these Demon Sect disciples, the Han surnamed Zhao has the highest martial arts, vaguely of a first-class level, and the martial arts of the two young men are comparable to those of the Han surnamed Zhao. At this time, he let go of the strongest martial arts, picked the weak one, and stabbed three of them in a moment, leaving only the stunned young man to protect the big fat man and retreat.

Brother Zhao rushed out twenty or thirty steps before reining in the horse, and then saw that the stunned young man was in danger, and finally gritted his teeth, reflexively waved his knife and killed back to the battlefield again.

Just as the storyteller commented, not all the people of the Demon Cult are despicable and shameless, ruthless and unrighteous, but there are still many righteous and righteous heroes.

The mustachioed young man saw that the overall situation was about to be decided, so he asked the big junior brother to continue to deal with the stunned young man and the fainting fat man, and he went to contain Brother Zhao who reflexively killed him.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves came from the direction where the Demon Sect disciples were running again, and after a while, they saw three knights riding their horses, a middle-aged man in his thirties, and two young men under his twenties. The middle-aged man wore a blue kaftan and the two youths wore the same blue skit.

Seeing these three people coming, Zhao Buying and the others felt a pang in their hearts. The young man wearing a Huashan disciple costume can still be considered fashionable and fresh, and he will not think that he is deliberately impersonating a Huashan disciple. But if middle-aged people also wear Huashan style clothes, it will be taboo.

It can be inferred from this that this group of people may really be Huashan disciples, although they can't see the faces of middle-aged people clearly, but the Huashan faction has been walking on the rivers and lakes for a long time, and there are only a few elders, a radish and a pit, and it is not difficult to guess who it is.

The fat man who had been lying on horseback before would also wake up slowly, I don't know if he really turned his back on his breath before, or if he kept pretending to be dead, anyway, as soon as the fat man opened his eyes, he took out two special cross darts and waved his hand at the big young man. After that, regardless of the outcome, the pat horse rushed towards the mustachioed youth.

The distance was so close that the big young man fell backwards with all his strength, and as a result, the equestrian was not good, and the man dodged the dart, but also fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man from the Huashan faction happened to spread the voice from afar, "Senior nephew Zhou, senior nephew Sun, be careful, this dead fat man is very treacherous." ”

When he saw the big man being knocked down by a dart from a distance, he was furious in his heart, slapped the saddle, and soared into the air from the galloping horse, and his true qi hooked up inside and outside his body, and he actually volleyed straight towards the big fat man.

The big fat man was an old man of fifty or sixty years old, and when he saw the middle-aged man from the Huashan faction chasing after him, he secretly said 'bitter' in his heart.

And Zhao Buzhi and the other dart masters who watched the excitement were shocked in their hearts, and a word 'congenital master' appeared in their hearts at the same time! )