Dusk.

The setting sun is like blood.

The wild crows circling around the lonely village, the shrill crows and the screams and howlings in the village intertwined, making the place look like a ghost prison.

Zhao Changhe stood blankly behind the tree in the distance, watching the messy scene in the village. Before he could recover from the discomfort of traveling between the two worlds, a small village on the verge of massacre appeared in front of him.

Broken wooden pieces of doors and windows were scattered in a mess, and the pungent smell of blood came from every household. The body fell in disarray outside the door and window. The naked female corpses were abandoned on the road at will, and traces of being humiliated were everywhere.

There were still people in black raging everywhere, breaking doors and searching houses, plundering wealth, and strengthening eyesight clearly saw that someone pulled out a woman to humiliate him in the street, and a group of men in black laughed.

Is this what is called "the initial location will be in a safe place"?

It appears in the woods outside the village, not directly in the village. The murderers don’t know his existence and can leave quietly. Is this considered safe?

But I saw a man in black holding a yellow cow and pulling a pile of bloody goods, and shouted impatiently: "It's almost done, how much can the village girl here taste like? The sun is about to set, kill them all, don't leave any troubles."

Seeing that a man in black raised his butcher knife and was about to chop down at a child next to him, Zhao Changhe rushed up in anger and could no longer suppress it. He picked up a piece of thick wooden stick in the forest and rushed out directly.

By the way, why did the broad sword that I had with me in my dreams disappeared? It doesn’t matter, I want your mother to be safe, isn’t it just a dream? According to experience, I woke up when I died, and just went back to ask what the blind man was doing!

"Bang!" The wooden stick whistled past, and the man in black caught off guard and the knife was swept away. Zhao Changhe kept sweeping the stick in his hand, slapped the man in black with a stick, slapped the face of the man in black with blood.

The man in black covered his head and screamed. The other accomplices looked over in shock. Zhao Changhe quickly pulled the child behind him and turned around and ran away. Fighting with a group of people was obviously impossible, so saving people was important.

Someone suddenly sneered: "I actually have a living person. I'll kill him."

The people in black smiled and chased after him. How could Zhao Changhe and his children run away? He clearly "saw" the scene behind him, and a long knife had already slashed towards his neck.

The eyes behind you are really effective?

Zhao Changhe urgently turned sideways, swung his stick, and the wooden stick was cut into two pieces. He flashed quickly, and the long knife drew a long blood mark on his face.

And just by delaying, the child was chopped over by another person.

Zhao Changhe didn't care about the pain on his face and his mind was blank.

The child died... he was hacked to death in front of him and could not be saved.

There seems to be no living people in this village...

"It's so mad!" Zhao Changhe roared angrily, and half of the wooden stick in his hand slapped it in a crazy tiger.

"It turns out that he is a farmer who has never practiced martial arts at all, only with brute force." The man in black was laughing. The man who had been kicked out of the trap before flashed over and easily avoided Zhao Changhe's random beatings. The long sword in his hand gently stroked his neck.

It's over.

Can't escape.

What a shit nightmare! Not only is it more disgusting than before, but it is also more difficult!

Just as this thought flashed through my mind, a sharp weapon suddenly roared with a whistle and a "ding" sound, the man in black's long sword had been knocked away.

At the same time, the sound of horse hooves came from far away, and someone rode his horse. Before the horse arrived, the knight had already jumped past. Zhao Changhe had only had time to see a flash of beautiful figure in red clothes, the sword energy was shining cold, and blood was suddenly splattering around him. Several screams sounded almost indiscriminately and suddenly cut off.

The galloping horse arrived in front of him at this time, and the red shadow flipped and returned to the horse.

It was not until now that Zhao Changhe saw clearly that it was a woman in red dress with a high ponytail, a green-maned horse under her crotch, and a long red-sheathed sword hanging around her waist. Her beautiful eyes were as lightning and her heroic posture was stern.

"Pu" and "Pu" sounded one after another, and the people in black around them fell to the ground one after another, and all their lives were killed on the spot.

Zhao Changhe, who had been slashing and killing for so long in his dream, felt the first time in the novel what the scene was like falling from a sword in the novel.

This is martial arts! There is really this thing!

The woman looked around the miserable situation, her eyes were also a little sad, and she whispered to herself: "It's better to come early for a moment..."

Zhao Changhe gasped violently, and the thrill of dying and living could not cover up the anger caused by the tragedy in the village. He forgot to thank him and looked up blankly and asked the woman: "Who are these?"

The woman shook her head silently and said after a long time, "I'm just passing by... But maybe there are some clues. Ask first, is Luojiazhuang taking this path?"

It turned out that I was passing by, and I happened to see this scene and took action... Zhao Changhe didn't know what Luojiazhuang was, so he could only shake his head.

Seeing Zhao Changhe's confused look, the woman understood his mood at this moment. Without saying much, she rode her horse around and saw a stone tablet at the entrance of the village with the letter "Zhaocuo". She nodded: "Zhaocuo, I asked someone about the path before and said that Zhaocuo had gone dozens of miles ahead, and that's the road... That's right..."

Then he looked at the corpses of the men in black around him, frowned again and whispered: "Then is they here? But why did he alarm the snake so much?"

She squatted down and carefully searched the bodies of two men in black, but only got a little money, without any other signs. The woman frowned and thought for a while but couldn't figure it out. She turned to see Zhao Changhe still standing there blankly, and sighed and said, "You... do you still have relatives?"

Zhao Changhe still shook his head.

The woman said, "If I have something to go to Luojiazhuang, you might as well follow me. You can have someone from the village to take care of the funeral here, and you can also find a living there to settle down."

What kind of work to go to Luojiazhuang? Does Zhao Changhe feel that he has deviated from what he should do when he falls into a dream... But if he wants to find a goal, where should he go?

Seeing him hesitating, the woman advised: "In this chaotic world, if you have never practiced martial arts, you can only be bullied. Luojiazhuang is a famous family in Daxia, and it is said that they have a lot of connection with the royal family. If you can learn a move and a half of the stance there, you will have the hope of revenge, which is the foundation for a future settlement."

Daxia...

This dream still brings a worldview?

Zhao Changhe was too lazy to think so far, and subconsciously blurted out: "Sister, you are so powerful. If you learn martial arts, can I learn from you?"

"Sister? It's hard to say who is older and older." The woman smiled and shook her head, "I wandered around the world and couldn't teach my disciples. Luojiazhuang is quite suitable for you. If I take you there, they might give me some face."

Zhao Changhe had no choice but to say, "Okay. I was confused just now and forgot to thank the girl for helping her life. Please ask the girl's name?"

"Yue Hongling." The woman answered casually, a little curious: "Your conversation seems to have read a book. What's your name?"

"Zhao Changhe."

The accident also matches the Zhaocuo here.

Yue Hongling didn't say anything more, and stretched out his hand and pulled it. Zhao Changhe felt that he flew up like a cloud and fog, and soon landed on the horse's back and sat behind Yue Hongling.

Her slender and straight back was just a few inches in front of her, and she could still vaguely smell the fragrance of her body. Zhao Changhe, a single mother and fetus, was embarrassed to think about it, and honestly grabbed the saddle behind her, feeling that this time she fell into a dream was even more outrageous than her previous dream, because it was too detailed...

There are dialogues, fragrances, and cool chivalrous women who are straightforward and free and easy, and they are just real people.

The thin snow around and the wind riding on horseback are very cold. The ends of the hair that Yue Hongling brought when he rode his horse gently brushed across her cheeks, slightly itchy.

These are dreams that have never been experienced except for hacking and slaughtering, so detailed.

The wound on the cheek that had been cut by a knife was still hurting. When I reached out and touched, it was covered with blood.

Zhao Changhe looked at the blood in his hand and suddenly felt a little panic - what if this wasn't a dream?

He was confused and didn't know how to ask Yue Hongling for a while, and he was speechless all the way.

After walking for about dozens of miles, a large area of ​​fields appeared in front of them. It was early winter, and there was a slight snow in the fields on both sides and the fields were no one working. At the end of the fields was a continuous manor with the walls high and the vastness of the courtyard. In the middle of the official road leading to the manor was a huge archway with the gilded word "Luojiazhuang".

Yue Hongling slowed down his horse speed, looked at the guard guards in front of him, and sighed: "It seems that this village is still safe."

Soon a Zhuang Ding stopped him: "The visitor stopped!"

Yue Hongling stepped on his horse and clasped his fists to perform a ritual: "Please inform the owner of Luohuo, Yue Hongling of Luoxia Villa is here to visit."

The sound was not loud, but it was like a morning bell and evening drum, floating from afar. Zhao Changhe was envious. This is internal force, right? It’s not like himself, even if he is sitting on a horse, he will almost get hurt...

Before the patriarchs could respond, a hearty laughter came from the village: "What wind blows Miss Yue onto our village, it is so bright, and it is so bright. Open the door and welcome guests!"

The monks hurriedly opened the middle door, and a middle-aged man with long beards rushed out and smiled when he met: "Sure enough, at dusk, the setting sunset red feathers reflected the sunset, which was not as beautiful as the scenery on earth. It is true that praise from the rivers and lakes is indeed not unreasonable."

Zhao Changhe: "Hait..."

Yue Hongling: "..."

Zhao Changhe did not do it on purpose. The first time he was jogging, he was really vomited. If he had a choice, he would really like to agree with the other party - Yue Hongling was really beautiful.

The middle-aged man's eyes fell on Zhao Changhe, and his eyes looked at him and asked: "This is..."

"Cough." Yue Hongling coughed dryly, helped Zhao Changhe down, bowed and said, "Hongling has met the owner of Luo Manor. When he came here, he told him some secret matters. This person was related to this matter..."

Zhao Changhe raised his ears.
Chapter completed!