Fu Canglu

Chapter 380

It was extremely difficult for Chu Donglai to learn the knife and sword taught by His Royal Highness and the princess. Even though both of them are young geniuses who have stepped into the threshold of great practitioners with half a foot, they have simplified and weakened the way of sword and sword. There are many, the style taught is already quite easy to understand.

But Chu Donglai is only at the fifth rank.

The knives and swords of the fifth rank are weak after all.

The sword of His Royal Highness came from Song Zhiqing's "Sura Saber"; Wei Lingshan's swordsmanship evolved from the Luoyang Library.

In fact, if you practice only one sword or one sword, you will not progress so slowly like today.

But Chu Donglai stubbornly wanted to carry the sword with her left hand and the right, which led to the fact that her sword technique must be a one-handed sword.

Left hand knife, right hand sword.

The way of the sword requires great strength, especially the one-handed sword. Only a strong man with strong physical strength, combined with the one-handed sword's sword, can barely meet the enemy. Except for those helpless quacks with broken arms, who would think about giving up the other one? Don't use your good hands, to practice the so-called "one-handed knife technique"?
Chu Donglai was not afraid of hardships. When the carriage stopped to rest at night, he lit a bonfire alone and practiced the basic skills in a systematic and orderly manner.

It has been six days since we set off from the remote area of ​​Jiangnan Road.

This is the sixth night.

His Royal Highness leaned against the carriage, his upper body was steady and motionless, and the princess next to him was asleep, leaning on his shoulder, breathing steadily and lightly.

He calmly looked at the flames in the distance.

The little girl named Chu Donglai practiced basic sword skills with a knife every night.

A sword is different from a sword. For a woman, the Dao of the sword requires several times more effort than a sword because of her talent.

His Royal Highness thought in a daze that when he was living in the Northern Wei Dynasty, he was also carried in a carriage. At that time, his heart was full of scattered sparks, and he couldn't gather them together. He could only hold his breath, and in the dead of night, he got out of the carriage and picked up Sword, not for anything else, just to prove yourself.

Not far away, swords crisscrossed and sparks ignited.

The bursting flames flowed all over the ground, the girl bent down, thrust the quenched sword into the ground, panting.

Yi Xiao asked her why she had to carry a knife in one hand and a sword in the other?
Chu Donglai just said leisurely: "My father said that when he was young, he was a first-class hero, holding a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. Unfortunately, he fell ill later, and half of his body was useless, so he walked around the rivers and lakes." Those things, I can only give up, take me to open a medical clinic to save lives and heal the wounded, and usually stand at the intersection of Jiangnan Road and Donglai Road, blowing the northwest wind of the rivers and lakes."

"So, why do I have to carry a knife in one hand and a sword in the other?"

"Of course it's to make my father famous and let the world see what he looked like when he was young!"

The girl said these words domineeringly at the time, but now it seems that it was not on a whim, but really willing to put her mind to it and put in the effort.

Chu Donglai rested for a while, and then the flames flickered in the distance, and the girl suddenly pulled out something in the sword.

The sword was still stuck on the ground, Chu Donglai carried one hand behind his back, his back was very straight, and he lifted the thick knife flat with great difficulty.

His Highness narrowed his eyes lazily, crossed his arms, and Wei Lingshan's breathing stopped slightly on his shoulders.

The princess opened his eyes.

His Highness pressed a finger on her wrist, signaling her to keep silent.

The old man in the carriage also opened his eyes, his gaze was as deep as the sea, and he slowly moved his head, as if "seeing through", looking in the direction where Chu Donglai practiced his sword.

There are three people in one car, and their movements are extremely subtle. The car in the dark night still looks silent, but the people inside have already opened their eyes.

The eyes are purer black than the night.

The corner of His Highness's lips twitched into a sneer, and he pressed a finger on the princess's wrist, seemingly not moving at all, the tremor in his abdomen spread through the carriage to the ears of the old man behind him.

"These little fish and shrimp, do you still expect me to clean them up for you?"

The old man sighed after hearing the words, and said in a low voice with the same "passing tone" technique: "Of course I won't trouble you two."

Chu Liushui was weak on one side of his body. He couldn't carry a sword, so he could only exert some strength. He couldn't even carry a bucket of water on weekdays. Infiltrate.

There is a jade pendant tucked in his sleeve, and it is only by holding this jade pendant that he can feel warm and have something to rely on.

The old man moved his body and brought his intact half close to the curtain on one side of the carriage.

His Highness closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

The few "uninvited guests" in the dark night approached the bonfire on tiptoe, their murderous intent hidden very well, knowing that this girl is a fifth-rank cultivation base, there is no need to make a surprise attack. The real troublesome thing is the old man who is huddled in the carriage at the moment. According to different information, there was a young man and a woman outside the carriage.

From their point of view, this young man and woman can rely on each other to sleep and keep warm in the middle of the night, that is, the "young children" who walk the rivers and lakes, are the children of a big family, have no cultivation base, and can't escape , If you kill yourself, you will kill it. As long as you do it cleanly, without leaving any traces, you will not cause trouble.

Chu Donglai, who was practicing the knife, seemed unaware of it.

She held the thick knife flat in one hand.

The other hand was tucked behind the back and tucked into the sleeve.

Just maintain the posture of practicing the knife.

There were a total of four assassins who hid their qi "very well", and one of them quietly came to the tree above Chu Donglai's head.

The other three surrounded the compartment of His Royal Highness.

Four assassins, three seventh-rank, and one eighth-rank.

This is considered a big deal in Jiangnan Dao's arena.

At least for Donglai Chu's family, being able to send out such a force to assassinate an old man who was suspected to have reached the "eighth rank" when he was young is already quite a face.

The eighth-rank master relied on his own cultivation to overwhelm "anyone" in the field, held his breath, walked out of the night, and approached the carriage without disturbing any plants or trees.

He first glanced at the bonfire not far from the carriage, and the girl was still practicing with her back to him.

The aura of an eighth-rank master is already quite long.

He raises a hand to signal the beginning of action

So on the big tree in front of the bonfire, the figure that had been lurking for a long time had already moved before the sound of screams came.

He flung himself down.

The light of the shuriken was like a rain curtain, covering the girl who was motionless at first.

The leading eighth-rank expert squinted his eyes, leaned slightly, and prepared to lift the curtain of the car.

Suddenly the car curtain was blown up!
What caught my eye was two fingers that suddenly came out from behind the curtain of the car. They started extremely swiftly and viciously, and they caught in my eyes in an instant, and then the hand pulled down with great force, forcibly pulling the eighth-rank The master pulled half of his body into the carriage together with his body.

A horrific cry of pain pierced the night, and the eighth-rank master fell out of the carriage with his face in his hands, his hands were covered with blood, and there were two balls of smashed objects in his palms, black and white were clearly distinguished, and blood was blurred.

His face was entangled in pain, extremely ferocious, he let go of the hands holding his face, his eyes were sunken, and blood veins were still dancing in the darkness.

On the other side of the bonfire, Chu Donglai's arms, who had been in the saber practice posture, seemed to tremble slightly, which could be regarded as slack caused by sorrow.

She slightly put down the thick knife over there.

The moment the tip of the knife hit the ground, Chu Donglai didn't raise his head, he already felt the huge shadow above his head.

The thick knife hit the ground and then bounced back!
Chu Donglai, who was only at the fifth rank, threw the saber with all his strength, then rolled out, pulled out the thin sword stuck on the ground, and rushed towards the carriage in an instant.

The seventh-rank assassin who descended from the sky sneered, the tip of the sword touched the heavy knife, and slammed the heavy knife flying, and fell to the ground with a "thousand catty fall" in an instant.

He followed Chu Dong closely.

The girl's speed was extremely fast, she leaned forward, twisted her waist and passed her hips, and the first thing she did when she came to the carriage was to pass her sword!

Pass a sword into the carriage!

Two curtains, a sword passed.

The old man looked calm, wiped the sword body with one hand, followed the sword's momentum, and held the hilt.

The sword went back and forth through the curtain of the car.

Bring out two pods of blood.

The first one belonged to that eighth-rank master.

The second one was the assassin who chased Chu Donglai to the side of the carriage.

The night is silent.

Except for that untimely scream, which scared away a group of crows, there was no more sound.

A slight and brief buzzing sound pierced the air.

Chu Donglai's thick knife plunged back into the ground.

Four assassins.

Two are dead.

Chu Donglai panted heavily.

The old man leaned half his body and opened the curtain of the car. As expected, he saw a young man and a woman cuddling together. The remaining two "short-eyed" were limp and weak, kneeling slowly in front of the carriage. , the last movement before his death was to smash the ground with the sword, and then knocked his chin on the hilt of the sword, maintaining his balance.

The faces of the two were dull, their eyes gradually became dull, and for some reason, they lost their breath. After a long time, their mouths and noses began to bleed slowly, and then the seven orifices turned scarlet.

The dead can no longer die.

What kind of magic is this?
Chu Liushui did not speak, and calmly handed the rapier back to Chu Donglai.

Chu Donglai took the sword and heaved a sigh of relief. He raised his head to look at the expressionless father, and asked with a frown, "We're almost coming to the east, why did you come after me?"

Chu Liushui narrowed his eyes, a little uncomfortable.

In the distance, there was first a gleam of fire.

Followed by a second wipe.

More and more flares.

The remote path leading to Donglai Road has no way to go.

Looking back, more flames.

The so-called rivers and lakes are short, and the most afraid of fires in the front and back, and burning yourself in the fire is to invite trouble.

A man drove a horse slowly out of the flames, holding a torch, illuminating the young couple in front of the carriage.

The man frowned and said, "So we know that the two of you got into a murderous disaster?"

His Highness sighed, and straightened the veil on Wei Lingshan's cap.

"I know you"

His Highness carefully counted the crowd in the firelight, and said after a while: "You four, 130, have you got killed?"

(End of this chapter)