The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 64 Crossing the river!

   "Is there anything like a hairpin? I don't think you have any on your head." Zhao Changhe asked suddenly.

   "Yes, I have it in my bag." Cui Yuanyang didn't know why he used it, and took out a gold hairpin from the small package in his arms: "Is this okay?"

   It really is a woman's bag, the two worlds are the same, it looks small, it has everything like Doraemon's pocket.

   "Yes." Zhao Changhe grabbed the hairpin, chopped off a section of the pointed end with a steel knife, and hurried out of the cabin. After thinking about it, he felt that this heavy steel knife was inconvenient underwater, so he stayed on the boat, went to get a thin knife for picking fish, stuck it in his trouser belt, and plunged into the water.

Cui Yuanyang hurriedly went to control the boat, and only then did he see the scene Zhao Changhe said, and there were indeed many boats approaching in the shadows behind him. The originally peaceful river surface felt a sense of oppression like a water battle, and it really was abnormal no matter how you looked at it. .

   Several of the ships are still very close, and it seems that they are almost within the range of the arrows.

  Not to mention whether the fish is poisonous or not, even if it is not poisonous, it is really a pleasure to eat fish there, and I am afraid that the family will be able to eat in a short time...

  Cui Yuanyang anxiously rowed the boat to the opposite bank, his eyes glanced at the ripples on the water surface from time to time, wondering what happened to Zhao Changhe in the water...

   No, he, can he swim!

  In Zhao Changhe's life that can be tested, Zhaocuo, Luojiazhuang, and Beimang all belong to places with only Qingxi and Shuitanzi.

  No one knows why Zhao Changhe can swim, but Zhao Changhe really can swim, and the water quality is quite good...

  He plunged into the water, and sure enough, he saw the boatman at the bottom of the boat at first sight, and took out a chisel to work. It is not convenient to work underwater, and the boatman's chisel only made a shallow hole. The sound of Zhao Changhe entering the water has already startled him, and he was very surprised when he turned his head.

   This Zhao Changhe's awakening and determination, is it really not long since he first came out of the rivers and lakes? If this is not an old quack, it can only be a possibility: a born quack.

  The thought flashed by, and the boatman showed a little anger, abandoned the bottom of the boat, pulled out a water diversion spur, and swam towards Zhao Changhe.

  Whether you can swim or not and underwater ability are two different things. Not to mention anything else, just being able to open one's eyes underwater requires deliberate practice. How could Zhao Changhe deliberately practice this? Not to mention breathing and holding one's breath, moving underwater, even the martial arts of the people in the rivers and lakes who make a living on the water are adapted to these. The time of holding the breath is longer, and the power of the water flow is more smoothly used. Even the land gods have to coil themselves in the water!

Sure enough, in front of Zhao Changhe, the water-dividing thorn pierced out. Zhao Changhe pulled out the fish knife and pushed it away. With one movement, he could clearly feel Zhao Changhe's jerky underwater, and his eyes could only remain half-closed and uncomfortable. , and his actions are obviously not as vigorous as those on the shore.

  Yonggong secretly thought in his heart that if your Zhao Changhe skills stop here, you can die here now. I am also at the third level of the Xuanguan. I wonder if it can directly replace your ranking in the book of the chaos?

  With a flash in his mind, he kicked his legs slightly, and he was already in front of Zhao Changhe even more. Zhao Changhe cut the fish knife clumsily, and the boatman held it under his arm with his hands together very skillfully, which was just the reverse of the battle in the cabin just now.

  Yonggong showed a smile, and pierced Zhao Changhe's chest viciously with the water thorn in his right hand.

  However, just as he twisted his body close, Zhao Changhe's tightly pursed lips suddenly spat out.

  A broken gold hairpin head was wrapped in internal force and sprayed out!

  Caught off guard at such a close distance, even though the speed of this golden hairpin is actually quite slow in the water, it still becomes the death knell in the eyes of the boatman.

  He wanted to dodge in horror, but it was too late after such a short distance, and the hairpin had already viciously shot into his eye socket.

  Blood spurted, the boatman instinctively let out a cry of pain, but the river water poured in instantly, and no sound could come out.

   The **** are we killers who play tricks or you are killers who play tricks, how can they be more insidious than us!

   This is the boatman's last thought.

  Actually, before he died, the Fen Shui thorn still stabbed Zhao Changhe's chest, but he lost strength, and Zhao Changhe grabbed his wrist with his left hand, barely penetrated an inch into the flesh...but the Fen Shui thorn was quenched with poison.

   Zhao Changhe is not the only one who knows how to play tricks...

  Zhao Changhe didn't have time to pay attention to the injury and the toxin, so he used his inner strength to suppress the toxin forcibly, pulled away the clamped right hand, and swung the fish knife backwards suddenly.

  The thin blade rotated, just passing the throat of the boat girl who was attacking from behind.

  The boat girl's eyes widened, she couldn't understand at all.

  I was seriously injured on my back, and I was planning to leave, but seeing that the entanglement here had an opportunity, I wanted to come here and give Zhao Changhe a note. As a result, Zhao Changhe turned his back to him during the fierce battle. How did he know that he sneaked over to attack him quietly, and how could he know exactly where his throat was?

  How on earth did he know?

   No one can tell the boatman who is playing tricks, and no one can tell the boatwoman how Zhao Changhe saw the back. Zhao Changhe clutched the wound on his chest, rushed out of the water impatiently, breathing heavily.

   It sounds simple and quick with few movements, but in fact, it has been quite a long time, two or three minutes is enough, if it is usual, it would have been suffocated to death. If it weren't for Xia Longyuan's internal strength that can provide internal circulation for a short time, he wouldn't be able to play such a sharp kill.

  Zhao Changhe wondered for a while, if this internal strength is practiced to the end, can it really be completely transformed into internal energy, and there is no need to breathe?

  The situation does not allow him to think about the exercises here. Zhao Changhe endured the pain of the wound and the ravages of toxins, and looked at the scene before him.

Cui Yuanyang said that rowing "knows a little bit", but it is really just "know a little bit", at most it is just learning to play. Usually, who would let the eldest lady do this kind of rough work by herself... Right now, she may not be able to row a boat faster than going down the river. How good is the speed of drifting, that is, the level that it will not spin around in place. The river is quite wide, and seeing that there is still a short distance from the shore, the boat behind is getting closer, and Zhao Changhe can already see someone trying to draw a bow and shoot an arrow.

  At this time, his position was exactly between Cui Yuanyang's boat and the boat coming from behind, and the distance was almost the same. Without even thinking about it, Zhao Changhe jumped up, stepped on the waves, and boarded the rear ship in an instant.

   Several people were visually checking whether the distance was suitable for archery, when suddenly a person jumped out of the water, and they were all startled.

  Zhao Changhe had no weapons at hand, so he punched the bow bearer on the temple without saying a word, snatched the bow and arrow, and turned back neatly again, directly into the water.

  The people on the boat only realized now, and they all shouted: "It's Zhao Changhe! The kappa and water eagle may have fallen!"

   "His lightness skills are not enough to return to the boat for such a long distance! Look at him swimming there! Quick, shoot him!"

It's a pity that it was a slow beat in the chaos. When someone aimed at Zhao Changhe with his bow and arrow, he had already swam half the distance, and soon he jumped up on the waves, flew in the air, and quickly approached Cui Yuanyang who was docking: "Yang Yang ! The boat rope under your feet! Swing it over to meet me!"

  Cui Yuanyang resolutely abandoned the oar, bent down to pick up the thick rope that tied the boat under his feet, and shook it vigorously.

   Zhao Changhe caught it in the air, and one flew back to the bow with his strength. Arrows rained down from behind, and none of them came close to him.

   Cui Yuanyang only had one sentence left in his mind: this is not a god, what is a god!

  But the **** in his heart landed on the bow of the boat, and soon staggered, his face pale.

   Cui Yuanyang saw the blood on his chest, which was already black: "You have been poisoned!"

   "Well, I can play tricks, and others can." Zhao Changhe leaned **** the side of the boat, still laughing: "It's up to you, Duobaofu Lolita, you won't let me down, right?"

  Cui Yuanyang didn't have the heart to joke with him, he hurriedly opened the small package in his arms, found a elixir and stuffed it directly into his mouth: "There are different medicines for all kinds of poisons! The Cui family doesn't have any elixir either!"

   "It is enough to relieve the suppression." Zhao Changhe felt it for a while, and sure enough, the medicine is suppressing the toxin from spreading. Satisfied enough in his heart, he picked up his knife with a smile, cut a circle around the wound, and cut off the poisoned rotten flesh.

  Blood gurgled out, but there was nothing suitable for bandaging. The cloths visible here were becoming more and more dirty, and bandaging indiscriminately would lead to infection.

  Zhao Changhe didn't pay much attention, took the wine gourd and poured it on the wound, and stood up again. Turning his head to look, the nearest ship behind him has already entered the range, and there are a lot of bows and arrows on the other side.

  Zhao Changhe grabbed the bow and arrow he had just snatched, and directly filled the string, the arrow was like a shooting star.

   With a sound of "stretching", the opponent's ship's sail suddenly fell, and the speed of the wind suddenly slowed down. The next moment, the arrows fell like locusts all over the sky, but they happened to be out of range, and at most hit the ship's plank.

  Zhao Changhe took advantage of this gap to retrieve his steel knife, put the bow on his body, and tied the quiver. After finishing the equipment, he let out a sigh of relief, glanced at the distance to the shore, and finally smiled.

   After such a long time, the little rabbit is sweating profusely rowing the boat. Even if the boat climbs, it should be almost to the shore!

  Zhao Changhe pulled Cui Yuanyang up and leaped towards the shore. He Feng Lie Lie, sending him a big laugh: "Thank you for your kindness! There will be a period later!"

  (end of this chapter)