Chapter 55: Heading towards the small tree! Heading towards the small tree!

Seeing that his usually brave subordinates were gently waved by the middle-aged man and slapped away, as the other party got closer and closer, Mr. Meng, Junsuke, and Uncle Mao, the heroes who were waving the night in the west of Nancheng, began to tremble slightly, and they could not suppress the strong desire to retreat.

However, thinking of the real nobles standing behind us, and the two real strong men in the mansion, they gritted their teeth and let out the most fierce roar: "Everyone rushed up and surround him! Flying axe!"

The roar echoed in the streets and alleys around Chunfeng Pavilion. What was strange was that when he heard the words of surrounding him, the gang members who mustered up Yu Yong howled with the steel knife and howled as fast as possible, trying desperately to stay away from the side of Xiaoshu and Ning Que. The crowd in front of him scattered, revealing two rows of strong men - those men were wearing rough cloth belts around their waists, four small axes were sandwiched in the cloth belt, and two small axes were already holding in their hands, and they were about to throw them out!

The people of the Tang Dynasty were martial, and there was a strong aura between the court and the country, so the capital Chang'an did not prohibit carrying swords. Even weapons such as Pu Dao were not allowed to be taken out in the bustling market, and the government would not care about you. However, the control of long-range weapons such as bows and arrows is relatively strict, especially the powerful crossbow arrows, which are strictly prohibited from being owned by the people. In this case, dozens of flying axes that broke through the air became the most terrifying means!

At this point when the fight on the rainy night, the calm expression on Xiaoshu's face changed for the first time. He looked at the two rows of flying axemen under the wall in the distance, without fear, and even without warning. He just frowned slightly, as if he felt a little trouble, shook his head and said, "You know what to do."

This sentence was naturally said to Ning Que, but Ning Que... didn't know what he should do at this time. If the other party's flying axe flew over 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 enemies. At this moment, he looked at Chao Xiaoshu's back and suddenly remembered the battle at the Beishan Road intersection, and the words that the old man Lu Qingchen said, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

As if he heard the shocking sound in his mind, he buzzed at the thin green steel sword in Xiaoshu's hand, vibrated at a high speed at an extremely terrifying speed, shaking all the rain and blood on the sword into powder. Then he disappeared with a whistle, turning into a gray and light flowing shadow to tear the rain curtain and flew towards the two rows of flying axemen!

It is like a gray and light flowing shadow, but it is actually a fast sword. The sword traces are subtle and subtle. At the sword edge, the raindrops that are disturbing spring dreams that seem to be hanging in the night sky are pierced by each grain, piercing the outermost layer of the raindrops, piercing its heart, piercing out, piercing the outermost layer of the human body, piercing its flesh and bones, piercing out, and the fingers holding the handle of the axe fell down like lotus root nodes, and then blood began to spew out from the broken mouth!

Only the crackling sound of sword tips piercing raindrops in front of the alley walls were heard, and the sound of cutting fingers was shiny. There were countless fingers holding the handle of the axe scattered with the raindrops. Then the heavy axes fell to the ground one after another, hitting the ground full of rain, making a dull sound, and finally countless howls!

There were two axemen with the fastest reaction and fastest action. At the beginning of the sword, Old Master Chuan had already thrown out the axe in his hand. However, just as the lightning flashed, the plastered sword shadow flew past their wrists, and only saw blood rushing. They actually threw their hands and axes, and then drew a sad bloodline, and fell to the ground not far away. The picture looked extremely bloody!

The Spring Breeze Pavilion was silent under the night rain. Standing at the small tree in the rain, looking at the hundreds of Chang'an City gangs around, watching his flying sword appear and appearing invisibly, causing a burst of terrifying howls, with a calm and unmoved look on her face.

Mr. Meng, Nancheng, looked pale and pointed at the little tree outside the pavilion, screaming wildly like a mad woman: "Towards the little tree!...towards the little tree! How can you be a... a cultivator! You...towards the big sword master!"

"What kind of person do you need?"

"It's fast, ruthless and brave enough. You can't blink your eyes when killing people, and you can't let anything fall on me."

Ning Que stared at the back of the little tree in front of him, and as he watched the middle-aged man's hands tremble slightly outside his thin sleeves in the blue shirt and his body couldn't help but feel a little stiff. The thin sword turned into a silent gray shadow finally proved his guess. He finally understood the conversation he had in the shop.

In the battle at Beishan Daokou, there was a warrior close attendant beside the abandoned great sword master of the academy. After Lu Qingchen used a trick to lure the great sword master, he killed the warrior close attendant as soon as possible. It was precisely because practitioners like the sword master Nian were most afraid of being killed by people in close combat, just like the old Chao of Chunfengting who finally showed his true strength at this time.

At this moment, Chao Xiaoshu's mind was tied to the unpredictable flying sword. It seemed to be so powerful that it was arrogant, but the sword was no longer in hand. He had lost all his defense. If someone on the other side could break through the flying sword at this time, or quietly approached him to launch a sneak attack, he would be in great danger.

I believe that when Xiaoshu fought in previous years, there must be those rumored extremely fierce brothers who were close by as close servants. However, tonight his brothers were locked in their respective camps by the government, so he needed to find someone to find someone who could be trusted and powerful enough to protect his close safety.

So he went to Linshiqi Lane in the drizzling spring rain, walked into the shop called Lao Bizhai, stood on the wet ground outside the threshold, looked at the young man who was sighing and eating noodles, and smiled and said:

"I'm going to kill someone."

"I need someone around me."

Chao Xiaoshu only knew what Ning Que had done, but he didn't know what kind of person he was, but he seemed to entrust his safety and even his life to him casually, and there was no doubt that this was a gamble.

This gambling, or trust, made Ning Que feel a little heavy on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, tightened his right hand slightly, held the hilt of the knife behind his back toward the sky, and slowly pulled out the shiny and traceless Park knife.

The rain fell on the ground and was quickly stained by the dust accumulated on weekdays. It gradually formed a stream and flowed to the sewer on the street, and was quickly smelled by the sludge for years. It was the favorite environment of the mice in Chang'an City. A mouse with a slightly festered fur pounced on a human's broken finger with two dirty black front paws, and kept biting excitedly, occasionally licking the blood stained on the hair. The human fights in the high view have nothing to do with it. It only hopes that the faint shadow can cut a few more fingers, hoping that the rain can rush those fingers to it. Master Haotian blesses, and the food of the family of big and small these days will be rewarded by you.

With a bang, a piece of stuff roared over and hit the mouse, splashing sewage and blood. Master Haotian felt that he was too greedy and wanted to kill me? The mouse ran away quickly in horror. When he was about to drill into the rat hole at the foot of the yard wall, he looked back reluctantly at the finger that was about to be gnawed into a bone, and then he resolutely shook his tail and drilled in. If it looked carefully, it found that the piece of stuff splashed with rain and blood was a human head, and it would definitely regret its decision.

The mouse crawled out of the rat hole and could no longer regret it. At the moment when the hard Tang army boots were stepped into a meat paste, I wonder if its regrets failed to tell how wonderful the taste of similar human flesh was.

An elite Tang army soldier slowly retracted his feet wearing military boots, looked at the bloody mouse at his feet, listened to the sound outside the courtyard wall, slowly retreated back to the queue, gestured to his colleagues with his hand about the battle situation outside, and then looked down at the crossbow arrow in his hand, confirming that the rain did not cause problems with the machine spring.

Dozens of elite Tang army soldiers wearing dark rain ponchos stood silently behind the courtyard wall, holding crossbow arrows in their hands. The dilapidated Spring Breeze Pavilion outside the wall was now shocking, but no one noticed their existence. These soldiers were silent like a group of stone sculptures. No matter how wind and rain or fighting, they could not change their expressions on their faces at all.

Behind these elite Tang army soldiers, two people sat on the wooden floor of the building locked by layers of rain curtains. One was a middle-aged man with handsome eyebrows, wearing a star-white long gown, and a small-sized sword was quietly placed on the wooden floor beside him. The other was wearing a hat and hat, and his face was not visible. However, judging from the monk's robe he was wearing, the broad and dirty pair of barefoots and the copper bowl under the rain eaves in front of him, he should be an ascetic monk.

The swordsman in the long garment frowned slightly and looked at the silky rain curtain in front of him, and said softly: "It's actually a swordsman, no wonder he needs to use the two of us."

The ascetic monk lowered his head and did not speak. He listened to the faint sound of flying swords breaking through the air and splitting the rain from outside the wall. He stared at the copper bowl under the wooden steps, and watched the rain in the bowl be disturbed by the new raindrops. He gradually felt that his qi sea became a little uneasy, so he lowered his head and pulled out the iron wood rosary on his wrist more slowly and firmly.

This palace courtyard is the residence of the Chaofu, Chunfeng Pavilion Laochao, this wooden building is the Tingyu Tower, Chunfeng Pavilion Laochao, Chunfeng Pavilion Laochao, when he was free to pretend to be a literati, these elite Tang army soldiers and these two strong men are waiting for him to go home.

At the entrance of the alley outside the courtyard wall on the other side of the palace, two carriages were parked. The horse in front of the carriage was a little impatient by the rain. From time to time, I wanted to beat the nose but couldn't speak. I wanted to stumble twice but didn't dare to move. One carriage was silent, and the other carriage was from time to time.

No one knows who is in these two carriages, but if Chao Xiaoshu can see the middle-aged fat man standing next to the carriage, he will definitely guess that the person in the carriage is not an ordinary person. The seemingly ordinary middle-aged fat man is not a celebrity in Chang'an City, and he has no official identity. However, many officials will please him when they see him, because many people know that he will handle certain inconvenient things that the Prince's Prince is in.

However, such a person who is more powerful than the prime minister and housekeeper, even though he is soaked in the cold spring rain, he dares not sit in the carriage to shelter from the rain. He bent over and stood outside the carriage with a humble attitude.
Chapter completed!