The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 118 [118] Famous people in the rivers and lakes move swords without moves, and defeat is hard to find, too lonely.

Lin Ruhai said in a hoarse and weak voice:
"I declare, the competition begins!"

Although his voice was not loud, but fortunately the distance was not too far, and the courtyard was very quiet, both Jia Qiang and Huang Taiji could hear him.

"brush!"

The two drew their long swords almost at the same time.

But unlike Jia Qiang's marksmanship competition with Qi Jiguang last time, neither side was in a hurry to attack each other.

There were more than ten steps between the two, but they didn't rush to the opponent rashly, but were observing the opponent's flaws.

Jia Qiang held the sword in her right hand, pointing the blade obliquely at the ground, her expression was calm and indifferent, without any tension.

With a horizontal sword in his chest, Huang Taiji put on a posture of concentration and guard, and approached Jia Qiang step by step.

Neither of them knows the peerless lightness skills of flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, they only have explosive power, agility and speed beyond ordinary people.

Seeing Huang Taiji approaching him step by step, Jia Qiang remained calm and did not move at all.

Huang Taiji thought that this Shi Nizu was cowardly, and he was secretly happy.

It seems that this guy is only very good at archery, but his swordsmanship is very average.

Lin Daiyu also thought that Jia Qiang was timid, she bit her lower lip tightly with her white teeth, her eyes flickered with affection, her heart rose to her throat, and cold sweat oozes from her hand clenched tightly with the handkerchief.

Qingwen's heart was pounding and pounding, and her fox-like winking eyes were full of worry and anxiety.

She has already had many sympathetic relationships with Jia Qiang, and she regards Jia Qiang as the other half of her body. Seeing Jia Qiang in deep danger at this time, she is naturally very nervous.

"ah--"

When Huang Taiji was three steps away from Jia Qiang, he shouted loudly, raised his long sword, and slashed diagonally down Jia Qiang's left neck from the upper right.

He was used to using knives at first, but this time he went to the south of the Yangtze River, but he brought a sword, so he habitually used the knife technique in the first move.

The corner of Jia Qiang's lips curled up into a sneer, she lifted her right hand upwards, and the tip of the sword precisely poked on Huang Taiji's hilt.

He was well-measured and hit the hilt of the sword without hurting Huang Taiji's hand, but the huge force still forced Huang Taiji to take two steps back.

Huang Taiji staggered twice, and when he stood firm, he was ashamed and embarrassed, and became angry from embarrassment, and stabbed Jia Qiang's left and right chest and lower abdomen with three swords in a row.

But he is fast with his sword, and Jia Qiang is even faster.

"Broken Sword Style!"

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

With the sound of three gold and iron clashes.

Jia Qiang's long sword stabbed precisely at the edge of Huang Taiji's sword.

The landing point of each thorn seemed to be carefully calculated, and the jabbing was at the most critical position of the sword, like hitting a snake for seven inches, completely taking away Huang Taiji's strength.

Huang Taiji felt his tiger's mouth tingle, and his heart was terrified.

Unexpectedly, Jia Qiang's swordsmanship was so brilliant!
Huang Taiji has practiced martial arts for more than ten years, and he only practiced sword for three years.

He thought to himself that in terms of swordsmanship, among all the tribes of Jurchen, he should be able to rank firmly in the top ten.

However, in front of Jia Qiang, like a rookie who had never practiced swordsmanship, he was beaten helplessly.

Moreover, Shi Nizu in front of him didn't seem to be exerting all his strength at all, his expression was as calm as water, and his movements were free and easy, as if he was strolling in a garden.

This huge disparity in strength made Huang Taiji despair, and his eyes showed horror.

Jia Qiang did not continue to wait for him to attack her, but slapped Huang Taiji's wrist with a sword.

"what!"

Huang Taiji screamed, and the sword in his hand came out, and fell to the ground with a "clang clang".

For this sword, he didn't cut with the blade, but slapped it with the flat surface of the blade, otherwise, Huang Taiji's hand would be gone.

The reason why Jia Qiang was merciful was because she was not powerful enough now. If she cut off Huang Taiji's hand now, it would definitely attract bloody revenge from the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe led by Nurhachi.

Although I have amazing force now, but the power is not strong enough, I don't have enough troops, and it is not enough to compete with the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe.

When she returns to Shenjing City this time, Jia Qiang will immediately take inventory and calculate the total amount of funds in her hand, and start recruiting troops to expand the strength of Qiangwei Escort.

Huang Taiji staggered back two steps while clutching his painful wrist.

At this moment, his right hand trembled slightly because of the pain, and he couldn't continue to hold the sword at all.

Huang Taiji's complexion was extremely ugly, one part was red and one part was white, he was ashamed and annoyed.

Losing face in front of Lin Dangdang made him feel very uncomfortable.

But there is no way, I can't beat Shi Nizu at all, and now I have lost, if I don't accept the result calmly, I will only be looked down upon even more.

Thinking of this, Huang Taiji had no choice but to take a deep breath, suppress the anger in his heart, and reluctantly bowed to Jia Qiang:
"Brother Shi's swordsmanship is superb, I feel ashamed to be inferior, I admit defeat!"

Jia Qiang clasped her fists in return, smiled calmly and said:

"Your swordsmanship is also very unique, it's just a sparring, there is no need to win or lose."

As soon as these words came out, Huang Taiji's face softened a little.

Although he didn't say anything, he already hated this Shi Nizu in his heart, and only wanted to find an opportunity to gather more people to surround and kill this man who made him lose face.

At the same time, Li Zicheng and his wife followed the bodyguard team led by Liu Xianglian, Bao Yong, and Wang Lang, and rushed to Shenjing City through mountains and rivers.

On the way, they met a monk together.

The monk was a chubby monk with a skinny head, and the Taoist priest was very thin, but one leg was lame, and he limped when he walked.

When the scarlet-headed monk passed by Li Zicheng, his face suddenly became serious, and he sneered at Li Zicheng:
"You can't be bullied by others, but you can't bully others either. Turning over is to let you stand up, not to ride on others. Donate so you can do it yourself!"

Hearing these words suddenly, Li Zicheng's face became very ugly.

After he killed Gai Hu that night, he accidentally woke up the old mother next door to Gai Hu's bedroom. As a result, Li Zicheng was forced to kill all nine members of Gai Hu's family.

He felt that the monk seemed to have seen the murder he had committed, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he said with a dry smile:
"Thank you Master for pointing out the maze, I will remember it!"

Although what he said was very sincere, Li Zicheng's heart was already filled with murderous thoughts, but now Liu Xianglian and others were by his side, otherwise, he would definitely take action to deal with this monk, so as to avoid future troubles.

Until the monk with the scarlet head and the lame Taoist were far away, Li Zicheng secretly turned his head and glanced at them a few times, his eyes full of veiled murderous intent.

The lame Taoist walked forward without looking back and said:

"This person looks at wolves as eagles, is full of hostility, and kills without blinking an eye. He is not a kind person!"

The scarlet-headed monk sneered and said:
"This person is the reincarnation of the Pojun star. How could he be a kind person? Naturally, he is a decisive murderer."

The lame Taoist smiled and nodded:
"It turns out that you have also seen through his origin. It seems that only the Seven Killing Stars can guide him into the right path."

The scarlet-headed monk shook his head and sighed softly:
"That's not necessarily the case. It depends on his good fortune. If he still has kind thoughts in his heart, he may be able to make contributions to the people of Li. If he is wild and unruly, he will definitely be a great evil person who will stir up trouble in the future."

The lame Taoist sneered and said:
"If that day really comes, there will definitely be a battle between the Seven Killing Star and the Pojun Star."

(End of this chapter)