The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 68 Blood Dye Qinghe Ye Weiyang

Someone nearby said: "The news of the battle to cross the river here should have already spread to the ears of the Cui family. If there is no accident in the Cui family, it is likely that Cui Wenjing came in person... After all, this time is actually very short. Has it been two hours since the river crossing? "

   "From crossing the river, when the news reached Cui's family, people from Cui's family came to respond. It was the most dangerous time difference, and it passed. We watched it for a long time, because the turbulent waves came one after another. It seemed that many things happened, but it didn't take long."

   "Looking at it now, Cui Wenjing must be on the way. If we don't make a move, maybe they will pick us up... Tsk, this Zhao Changhe, is it really... uh."

Halfway through the talk, he looked a little weird, and suddenly remembered that the relationship between Zhao Changhe and the saint was a little unclear before. It is said that when Venerable Suzaku brought the saint back, the saint's lips were still broken, obviously just by a man. I've eaten it, and it's a very passionate one.

  Learn more, and know that the saint had slept in the same room with that man for a month or two, and probably played all kinds of tricks.

Although the Four Elephants Sect's exercises do not have restrictions such as breaking the body, there are also witches who hook up with men, and there are internal marriages, but women with "love history" are indeed not suitable to be saints. Theoretically, they all worship God wholeheartedly, and they cannot have other thoughts. Once you make a mistake, don't you see that the lesson of the former White Tiger Saintess is not painful...

  So Xia Chichi's Saintess test is much stricter than normal, and the twenty-eight constellations are all set up.

   As a result, this girl is really a natural saint, so I won't mention it. Anyway, up to now, as a saint of two sects, I still remember her from top to bottom.

  Everyone didn't notice any sign of her thinking about men in daily life, and they all felt that the saint knew it well, and could tell who was more important than who was more important. Anyway, she is only seventeen after the new year, and she is young, and the momentary feelings of a girl who was ignorant before will soon disappear, it's nothing.

   These Four Elephants believers witnessed Zhao Changhe’s series of behaviors, and they really wanted to praise the young man. They secretly thought that it was no wonder the saint would sleep with him.

   But think about it, you can't boast, what should you do if this boast makes the saint's heart rippling and the old love rekindles? This is a traitor of a subordinate sect anyway, he should be killed, what a boast.

  The others could see what this person was thinking, and they all laughed, and then someone answered: "So if we want to get rid of the traitors, we must do it at this time, before it's too late. Do you want to do it?"

  Xia Chichi had no expression on his face: "What? Since when did our Four Elephant Sect become a running dog of the Blood God Sect? Baba came all the way to help them get rid of traitors?"

"Well…"

   "What did you and I pass by here?"

   "Go to the ancient sword lake, and then start the ritual of offering swords, just happened to be on the road."

  Xia Chichi said indifferently: "So we are here to watch the show, why do we have to get involved in the internal affairs of the Cui family and the Blood God Sect? What does it have to do with us?"

  Everyone is silent, I always feel that you don't look like a theatergoer, and I almost couldn't hold back my desire to save people several times.

   But Zhao Changhe's performance was so good that the saint didn't need to reveal her true intentions? Or seeing him and a little rabbit so good, the saint's stomach is already sore? Forget it, don't guess.

Finally, an old man next to him said: "What kind of hero is bullying the wounded? What the saint said is true, why should we help the Blood God Sect wipe the ass, and the traitors in the third level of the porch want us to help them kill them? A face? What a **** waste."

  Everyone nodded. Don't mention anything else, let's just take advantage of the enemy's strength to kill him at the third level of the entrance. All of them are Dharma protectors from the Qinglong and Baihu branches of the Four Elephant Sect, and the old man is even a master of the list. It's even more impossible for me, as a higher-level sect, to go to receive a reward from a lower-level sect, isn't that funny.

  Thinking of this, everyone sighed: "Then let's go, otherwise we will still be in trouble if Cui Wenjing really gets here."

  At this time, Xia Chichi suddenly said: "It's not impossible to kill a traitor, and I will personally let him choose a way to die. That's it, let's go."

  Everyone could hear the intention of gnashing their teeth in these words, and I was very relieved, as expected, the saint was able to tell clearly!

  Xia Chichi turned his head to look again, and the sound of horseshoes over there had long gone, leaving the ground full of rolled up dust, circling unseen.

  No one knows that the saint has only two thoughts in her mind at the moment:

   "Little Lang Hoof, why are you pretending to be innocent and cute? Why don't you hug men casually!"

   "Send Yuan Yang thousands of miles away, what a hero! Brother Zhao~tui! Just wait for me!"

  ...

  Not to mention the discussion among the people of the Four Elephants Sect, Cui Yuanyang and Zhao Changhe galloped over there, listening to the Xuelou Assassin getting closer.

  Zhao Changhe watched from behind, silently calculating.

The speed of an assassin is faster than a horse... This must be a master of the fifth level or even the sixth level of the entrance. At this level, the combat power seems to be on par with the five best, at least the lightness skill can be compared to shoulders - Zhao Changhe remembers that Yideng can catch up with the running horse. It will be applauded by the soldiers of Xiangyang City, although the horse is currently carrying two people, it shouldn't be much difference.

   That is to say, Xia Chichi, who was pinned against the wall by himself, is actually a master of the fifth level, and his level should also be at the level of Quanzhen Qizi and Mei Chaofeng? This recognition made Zhao Changhe look a little weird, and he was speechless.

  He took two deep breaths, silently mobilized Xia Longyuan's internal strength to nourish and recuperate his weak body, and slowly took off the bow that had been hanging on his body after shooting the sail earlier.

  Even if you are Wujue, you are not invulnerable!

  How could he know that that person was watching him take the bow at this time...

   There were only five or six arrows in the quiver... Zhao Changhe took one, suddenly drew his bow and set the arrow, turned around and shot.

  The arrow pierced through the air with a sharp howl.

  The assassin was also taken aback. He didn't expect Zhao Changhe to turn around and shoot so accurately without turning his head!

  He waved his sword to deflect the arrow, the pace of flying was already dragged down, and after a little resistance, the galloping horse galloped away again.

  The assassin couldn't help admiring, not everyone can do so much when they are exhausted with injuries, ammunition and food... But is it useful? How many arrows can you have?

  He chased after him again, and sure enough, an arrow flew towards him as soon as he was within range.

  After four or five rounds like this, Wei County got closer and closer.

  The assassin also hesitated.

  He also knew that this place was very close to the Cui family's sphere of influence, and Zhao and Cui appeared to cross the river before, and everyone near them received the news. Could it be that Wei County couldn't receive it? That is to say, it is possible to meet someone to respond at any time, and it is very dangerous to continue chasing.

  But it seemed that he succeeded, and was blocked by such weak and weak arrows? It's ridiculous, can't you sleep at home?

  Look at the way Zhao Changhe stretched his bow at this moment, his arms are shaking, and the bow is almost full of strings...

   In such a situation, turn around and go back?

   The assassin gritted his teeth, but continued to chase after him.

  Zhao Changhe set up the last arrow, gritted his teeth hard, and aimed slowly with trembling arms.

   Cui Yuanyang, who had been galloping wildly without saying a word, suddenly shouted: "You still watch! Still watch! If you watch it again, I will never talk to you again!"

   "Stretch!" The last arrow flew off the string.

  Almost at the same time as the sound of the string, a sword glow flew from an unknown distance, and before Zhao Changhe's arrow arrived, the sword glow had already pierced the assassin's forehead.

   A sword beyond the speed of sound.

  Ninth on the Tianbang, the head of the Cui family, Cui Yuanyang's biological father.

   "Ziqi Qinghe" Cui Wenjing.

   "Woo!" Cui Yuanyang reined in his horse, sat panting on the horse, and stared at his father under the moonlight.

  She wanted to cry very much, but found that her face was stiff at the moment, and she could hardly make any expression. I really want to jump off the horse and hug my father, but I feel that all my strength has disappeared completely, and I can't even do the movement of getting off the horse.

   Finally ended, this thorny road.

Cui Wenjing quietly looked at her daughter who was dirty and ugly, but she was quiet and did not cry or fuss, and then looked at the man behind her who poked out half of his head to look at him... No matter how well a man hides, he can't hide from his gaze. The color of the bellyband exposed on the chest is simply too dazzling.

  Cui Wenjing's eyes don't know what kind of emotion is contained in it, is it appreciation or something else...

  At this moment, Cui Yuanyang realized that his father's attitude towards Zhao Changhe was not necessarily friendly, and his heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to speak, a golden light flashed across the sky.

  The book of troubled times has a new chapter.

  The three of them couldn't help looking up.

   "In March, Zhao Changhe sent Yuanyang thousands of miles away, across mountains and rivers, and broke through the siege. Killing people all the way is useless, blood soaked robes, long knives were cut, and arrows were broken."

  Cui Wenjing's eyes moved slightly, Cui Yuanyang, who had been very quiet all this time, looked at it, and suddenly cried.

   "It was unnecessary to fight with Cui Yuanyang when he was tired, and he escaped from the pursuit of the silver medal killer in Tingxuelou."

   "The Qianlong list has changed and new seats have been added."

   "Eighty-eight Qianlong, Zhao Changhe."

   "Two hundred and thirteen Qianlong, Cui Yuanyang."

   "Blood-stained Qinghe Ye Weiyang."

  Different from the previous two times... This time, the world shook.

  (end of this chapter)