It was a cold rainy night in Spring Breeze Pavilion, in the alley outside the Chao Mansion.
The middle-aged fat man stood beside the carriage in the rain, bending down and whispering, "Chao Xiaoshu is indeed a cultivator, and his state is not low. Now the situation is a bit tricky …"
The man in the carriage coughed twice and said indifferently, "What's the hurry? Aren't there two foreigners invited by the Ministry of Revenue in the mansion? If even they can't stop that Jianghu guy, it won't be too late for us to take action … As for those Jianghu people, it doesn't matter if they die. How many rats don't die in the sewers of Chang 'an? "
Hundreds of brave Jianghu men of Chang 'an poured in from all directions. They were like rats in the sewers in the eyes of the Supermundane Sublime Being, but at this critical moment of life and death, they showed amazing fighting power and courage.
However, Old Chao of Spring Breeze Pavilion was a cultivator, and they were just ordinary Jianghu people. The gap between their strength was like that between an eagle and an ant. The shadow of the sword pierced through their legs and brought out a spray of blood. The man holding the axe had his fingers cut off, and the man wielding the knife fell down in the rain. No matter how strong their fighting power was, it was not worth mentioning in front of the shadow of the sword. No matter how strong their courage was, they would collapse in despair after their companions fell down from time to time.
Chao Xiaoshu walked calmly, his indigo robe already wet by the rain. However, no one would think that the first man of Chang 'an at night was embarrassed, just like every time Ning Que saw him. He walked in the spring rain as naturally as the spring rain, and the aura he exuded was like the spring rain that moistened the earth, making people unable to resist or even unwilling to resist.
The gang members from the west and south of Chang 'an City looked at the middle-aged man walking in the rain. It was as if they had seen a demon nodding to them in a gentle and elegant manner, and then raising his devil claws to easily crush them into pieces. They were so shocked that they could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts. Someone shouted, and the crowd finally dispersed.
Lord Meng of South City, Shunjie of West City, and Uncle Cat of South City had quietly slipped away. Except for those corpses washed by the rain and those seriously injured and groaning around the dilapidated Spring Breeze Pavilion, no one could be seen standing. It was quiet between heaven and earth — if you ignored those corpses and the injured in the rain, the bloody smell that even the rain could not wash away, and the corner of Spring Breeze Pavilion that had been smashed.
Ning Que silently followed behind Chao Xiaoshu. He gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and the shining blade was held horizontally in front of his chest. From beginning to end, he did not strike once, and this one-sided massacre was over. But he did not relax, nor did he feel embarrassed or apologetic, because he knew that the real danger had yet to come. If you had the chance to fight with a cultivator, then the enemy you encountered was very likely to be one or even several cultivators.
Step by step, Chao Xiaoshu walked to the door of his house. There was no sword in the sheath beside him. The sword was traveling in the rain somewhere. He stretched out his empty hands and gently pushed the door. The rain-soaked door shaft made a strange moan.
The courtyard door was pushed open, and dozens of elite soldiers of the Tang Army wearing dark-colored ponchos greeted them with bows and crossbows, with resolute and indifferent expressions. On the wooden floor of the Rain-savoring Building behind the curtain of rain, the middle-aged man wearing a starry white gown slightly frowned, and the short sword beside him made a low sound. The sadhu wearing a bamboo hat slowly raised his head, and the prayer beads in his hand slightly stiffened. The two horse carriages at the far end of the alley were still quiet, and no one knew where the sound of coughing in one of the carriages went.
It was still quiet. The slight sound of the wind lingered between the leaves and the pillars, and the pitter-patter of the rain fell on the courtyard and the small pond. They looked at each other, and no one chose to make the first move.
The silence might be long, or it might be short. Chao Xiaoshu's gaze passed over the group of soldiers holding crossbows, and fell on the sadhu and swordsman in the building. He said indifferently, "This is my home, please go out."
"No one will go out," the swordsman wearing a starry white gown calmly replied.
Chao Xiaoshu looked at the short sword beside the swordsman, and seemed to be thinking of something. He suddenly asked, "Was it you who killed my little brother in the rain a few days ago?"
The swordsman in the long gown leaned forward slightly, indicating that he was that person.
Chao Xiaoshu slightly raised the corner of his mouth, looked at him and said, "Then you will be the first to die today."
The rain had been falling, flowing down along the roof tiles and eaves of the Rain-savoring Building, turning into a curtain of water. The copper bowl in front of the sadhu had been holding the rainwater, gradually accumulating more and more, and finally overflowing at this moment.
Chao Xiaoshu made his move.
He raised his right arm and pointed at the swordsman in the long gown in the Rain-savoring Building through the heavy curtain of rain and the elite soldiers of the Tang Army who were ready to fight with crossbows.
As he pointed, a shrill whistle suddenly sounded in the rainy night. The thin sword that had always been hidden in the night and spring rain finally showed its trace, breaking through the air from the Rain-savoring Building like lightning!
The pupils of the swordsman in the long gown shrank sharply, and the middle finger of his right hand hanging beside him buckled and flicked. The short sword beside him, which was ready to leap out, shook its sheath with a clear sound, and turned into a clear light to protect in front of him.
Chao Xiaoshu said that he would be the first to die today, and Chao Xiaoshu also pointed at him through the curtain of rain. However, the target of Chao Xiaoshu's first sword was not him, but the sadhu beside him!
Although the sadhu remained silent, he had been vigilantly watching the movements around him. He knew that Chao Xiaoshu had already made a move when there was a slight fluctuation of the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the sky. Although he did not know that he was the target of this sword, his instinct as a disciple of the Buddhism Sect made him slap the wooden board beside him with his withered palm. Smoke and dust shook in the cracks of the wooden board. The copper bowl in front of the wooden steps seemed to be kicked by someone, and suddenly bounced up, making countless splashes in the air.
The faint gray sword shadow pierced through the air and penetrated the crystal-clear glass-like spray of water. However, it was blocked by the copper bowl. The sharp and high-speed thin sword collided with the clumsy and thick copper bowl, producing an ear-splitting sound!
The face of the sadhu, which was exposed outside the bamboo hat, was a little dark, and became extremely pale at this moment. It was obvious that he had suffered some losses. At this moment, the swordsman in the long gown raised his eyebrows and quickly turned his wrist, pointing at Chao Xiaoshu who was standing at the entrance of the mansion with his index and middle finger. The short sword that had just flown half a circle around him suddenly changed direction, turning into a green light and piercing Chao Xiaoshu's face. At this moment, Chao Xiaoshu's flying sword was colliding with the sadhu's copper bowl, so how could he protect himself?
Ning Que, who had been standing silently behind Chao Xiaoshu with his long knife hilt, moved. His body quickly flashed to the left, and just as he was about to flash out of Chao Xiaoshu's body, he forced himself to stop. He was not afraid of the swordsman in the long gown, nor was he afraid of the green light of the short sword, but he found that he still did not need to do anything.
After Chao Xiaoshu's flying sword collided with the sadhu's copper alms bowl, it didn't break out of the alms bowl, but it didn't fall to the ground either. Instead, with the help of the violent impact, the inexplicable lines on the thin cyan-steel sword suddenly expanded and separated. They magically turned into five extremely thin sword pieces in the air and shot out!
Something could be born out of nothing. Again and again, and again and again, became five.
Chao Xiaoshu's one sword turned into five.
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