Seeing their subordinates, who were usually valiant, being slapped away by the middle-aged man with a light wave of his sleeves, and seeing the man getting closer and closer, Lord Meng, Junjie, and Uncle Mao, who were ambitious and ruthless people in South City and West City, began to tremble slightly and could not suppress the strong desire to retreat.
However, thinking of the real nobles standing behind them and the two real strongmen in the mansion, they gritted their teeth and let out the fiercest roar, "Let's rush up and surround him! Flying axes! "
The roar reverberated in the streets around Spring Breeze Pavilion. Strangely, upon hearing the words "surround him", the gang members who had mustered up their remaining courage and rushed forward with steel knives and howled dispersed at the fastest speed, trying their best to stay away from Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que. The crowd in front of them dispersed, revealing two rows of strong men — those men had coarse cloth belts tied around their waists, in which there were four small axes clamped between the cloth belts, and two of them were already holding small axes in their hands, ready to throw them out!
The people of the Tang Empire worshiped martial arts, and there was a swift and fierce atmosphere flowing between the imperial court and the common people. Therefore, the capital of Chang 'an did not prohibit carrying swords. Even weapons like podaos, as long as you did not take them out and wander around in the busy market place, the government would not care. However, the control of long-range weapons like bows and arrows was relatively strict, especially the powerful crossbow, which was strictly prohibited among the common people. In this case, dozens of flying axes breaking through the air became the most terrible means!
Since the fighting in the rainy night until now, the calm expression on Chao Xiaoshu's face changed for the first time. He looked at the two rows of flying axes under the distant wall without fear or even vigilance. He just slightly frowned and seemed to feel that it was a little troublesome. He shook his head and said, "You know what to do."
This sentence was naturally said to Ning Que, but Ning Que … did not know what to do at this time. If the opponent's flying axes flew like raindrops, he believed that he could escape, but he also believed that Chao Xiaoshu would not choose to leave before killing or defeating all the enemies. At this moment, looking at Chao Xiaoshu's back, he suddenly thought of the battle at the entrance of Northern Mountain Road and the words of Lyu Qingchen, and a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes.
As if hearing the shocked voice in his mind, the thin cyan-steel sword in Chao Xiaoshu's hand made a buzzing sound and vibrated at a terrifying speed, shaking all the rainwater and blood on the sword into powder. Then with a swoosh, it disappeared and turned into a gray flowing shadow tearing the curtain of rain, flying towards the two rows of flying axes!
It was like a faint grey shadow, but it was actually a swift sword. The traces of the sword were subtle and subtle. Wherever the sword pointed, the raindrops that seemed to be hanging in the night sky would be pierced through. The sword pierced through the outermost layer of the raindrop's skin, pierced through its heart, and pierced through the outermost layer of the human body's skin, pierced through its flesh and bones, and pierced out again. The fingers that were tightly gripping the handle of the axe fell off like lotus roots, and then blood began to spurt out from the wound!
In front of the wall in the alley, only the sound of the sword tip piercing through the raindrops and the sound of fingers being cut off could be heard. Countless fingers that were tightly holding the axes fell along with the raindrops, and then the heavy axes fell to the ground one after another, making muffled sounds when they hit the ground full of rainwater. Finally, innumerable screams were heard!
Two axes with the fastest reactions and movements had already thrown the axes in their hands when Old Chao of Spring Breeze Pavilion raised his sword. However, in a split second, the gray sword shadow swept through their wrists, and only blood could be seen. They actually threw out their hands together with the axes, and then drew a mournful line of blood and sadly fell to the ground not far away. The scene looked extremely bloody!
The Spring Breeze Pavilion under the night rain was dead silent. Standing in the rain, Chao Xiaoshu looked at the hundreds of Chang 'an gang members around him and watched the screams caused by his flying sword appearing and disappearing from time to time. His face was calm and unmoved.
Lord Meng of Southern City, with a pale face, pointed at Chao Xiaoshu outside the pavilion tremblingly and screamed like a crazy woman, "Chao Xiaoshu! … Chao Xiaoshu! Chao Xiaoshu, how could you be … a cultivator! You … how could you be a Great Sword Master! "
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"What kind of person do you need by your side?"
"Fast enough, fierce enough, and brave enough. You can't blink when killing people, and you can't let anything fall on me."
Ning Que stared at the back of Chao Xiaoshu in front of him and saw the middle-aged man's slightly trembling hands hanging outside the cyan thin sleeves. His body could not help but feel a little stiff. The thin sword turned into a silent gray shadow, which finally proved his guess, and he finally understood the previous conversation in the shop.
In the battle at the entrance of Northern Mountain Road, the Great Sword Master abandoned by the Academy had a close warrior beside him. After Lyu Qingchen lured the Great Sword Master to death, he killed the warrior's close warrior immediately. It was because cultivators like Sword Masters and Psyche Masters were most afraid of being killed at close range in a battle, just like Old Chao of Spring Breeze Pavilion who finally showed his real strength at this time.
At this moment, Chao Xiaoshu's mind and primordial Qi were all tied on the unpredictable flying sword. It seemed to be extremely powerful, but he had lost all his defensive ability without the sword in his hand. If someone on the opposite side could break through the flying sword at this time, or quietly approach him to launch a sneak attack, he would be in great danger.
Presumably, when Chao Xiaoshu was in those dangerous battles in the past, he must have had those rumored fierce brothers by his side as his personal attendants. However, tonight, his brothers were all locked up in their respective camps by the government. Therefore, he needed to find someone, someone he could trust and who was strong enough to protect his personal safety.
So he went to Lin 47th Street in the dripping spring rain and walked into the calligraphy shop called Old Brush Pen Shop. Standing on the wet ground outside the threshold, he looked at the lad who was sighing and eating noodles, and said with a smile,
"I'm going to kill someone."
"I need a person by my side."
Chao Xiaoshu only knew what Ning Que had done, but he did not know what kind of person he was. However, there was no doubt that it was a gamble to entrust his safety and even his life to Ning Que casually.
This gamble, or trust, made Ning Que feel a little heavy on his shoulders. He took a deep breath and slightly tightened his right hand between his thumb and index finger. He grasped the hilt of the slanted blade on his back and slowly pulled out the snow-white and traceless podao.
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The rainwater fell on the ground and was quickly stained by the accumulated dust. It gradually converged into a stream and flowed into the sewers by the street, and was soon smelled by the years of mud. This was exactly the environment that rats in Chang 'an City loved the most. A rat with festering fur used its two dirty black front paws to pounce on a severed human finger, chewing on it excitedly. Occasionally, it would stop to lick the blood on its fur. It had nothing to do with the killing of the humans that happened in its high view. It only hoped that the faint shadow would cut off a few more fingers, hoping that the rain would wash those fingers to its front. Master Haotian, please bless us. Our family's food for the next few days will depend on you.
With a bang, a lump of something whizzed over and smashed right in front of the rat, splashing dirty water and blood all over the ground. Master Haotian thinks that I'm too greedy, so he wants to smash me to death? The rat quickly ran away in horror. When it was about to get 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 bones. Then it resolutely swung its tail and got into the hole. If it looked carefully and found that the lump of something splashing rainwater and blood was a human head, it would definitely regret its decision.
After the rat got out of the rat hole, it could no longer regret. At the moment when it was trampled into meat paste by the hard military boot of the Tang Army, it didn't know whether its regret was that it couldn't tell its kind how delicious human flesh was.
An elite soldier of the Tang Army slowly took back his feet wearing military boots. He glanced at the bloody rat at his feet and listened to the sounds outside the courtyard wall. He slowly returned to the ranks and used hand gestures to describe the situation of the battle outside to his colleague. Then he looked down at the crossbow in his hand to make sure that the rainwater didn't cause any problem with the spring.
Dozens of elite soldiers of the Tang Army wearing dark raincoats stood silently behind the courtyard wall, holding crossbows in their hands. Outside the dilapidated Spring Breeze Pavilion, the sounds of fighting shook the sky, but no one noticed their existence. These soldiers were as silent as a group of stone statues. Neither the wind nor the rain nor the fighting could change the expression on their faces.
Behind these elite soldiers of the Tang Army, two people were sitting on the wooden floor of the pavilion that was covered by layers of rain curtains. One of them was a middle-aged man with clear eyebrows and eyes, wearing a starry white gown. A small sword was quietly placed on the wooden floor beside him. The other person was wearing a bamboo hat, so his face couldn't be seen. But judging from the monk's robe he wore, his wide and dirty bare feet, and the copper bowl under the eaves in front of him, he should be an ascetic monk.
The swordsman in the long gown slightly frowned and looked at the silky curtain of rain in front of him. He said softly, "He's actually a Sword Master. No wonder the two of us are needed."
The ascetic monk lowered his head and didn't speak. He listened to the indistinct sound of the flying sword breaking through the air and chopping the rain outside the wall. He stared at the copper bowl under the wooden steps and saw the rainwater in the bowl disturbed by the new raindrops. Gradually, he felt that his Ocean of Qi also became a little uneasy. So he lowered his head and slowly and firmly pulled out the ironwood prayer beads on his wrist.
This mansion was the Chao Mansion, the mansion of Old Chao of the Spring Breeze Pavilion. This wooden building was the Rain-listening Building, the small building where Old Chao of the Spring Breeze Pavilion listened to the rain when he was idle and disguised as a scholar. These elite soldiers of the Tang Army and these two powerhouses were waiting for him to return home.
On the other side of the courtyard wall of the Chao Mansion, at the entrance of the alley where the spring rain was pattering, two carriages were parked. The handsome horses in front of the carriages were a little impatient because of the rain. They wanted to snort from time to time but couldn't make a sound. They wanted to stamp their forehooves twice but dared not move. One carriage was deathly silent, while the other carriage was deep and low coughs from time to time.
No one knew who was in the two carriages. But if Chao Xiaoshu could see the middle-aged fat man standing beside the carriage, he would definitely be able to guess that the person in the carriage was not an ordinary person. The seemingly ordinary middle-aged fat man was not famous in Chang 'an. He didn't have any official status, but many officials would try to curry favor with him when they saw him. Because many people knew that he was the one who handled some inconvenient things for His Highness the Prince.
However, such a person, who was more powerful than the Prime Minister's housekeeper, dared not sit in the carriage to avoid the rain even though he was drenched in the cold spring rain. He stood outside the carriage with his waist slightly bent and his attitude was particularly humble.
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