Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 115 The fourth day, let's go!

Speaking of this, the man couldn't help but feel his scalp go numb for a while.

In his mind, the situation in his perspective appeared involuntarily.

Amidst the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, Ying Zige smiled and said something to Wei Zhuang in a soft voice.

As for Wei Zhuang, he couldn't help dancing his sword, sometimes twisting his waist, sometimes sticking up his buttocks.

Sometimes the spear is fierce!
The person who watched quietly in the darkness was dumbfounded and trembled all over his body.

It turns out that the thirteenth son and Wei Zhuang have such a relationship...

"Sword dance?" Ying Zheng was confused again.

That's Wei Zhuang, he will definitely see blood when he draws his long sword out of its sheath.

But this time, instead of seeing blood, he even took the initiative to dance swords for Thirteen?
what is happening?
Who can tell me the truth?
A dozen more question marks popped up in Ying Zheng's mind.

"Who's the third person he's looking for?"

Ying Zheng couldn't figure it out, so he simply changed the subject.

"Just today, the Thirteenth Young Master entered Zhao's residence. I dare not enter easily, but quietly peeped outside the door. I found out that the person Thirteenth Young Master is looking for is Mr. Zhao Gaozhao."

"Zhao Gao? Why him?" Ying Zheng was a little confused again.

The question mark in my heart is almost crushing my heart!

Sword Saint Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang are top figures in the arena, but they will never attract the attention of the Hun King.

It is absolutely impossible for the Hun King's attention to fall on this vast river and lake.

His real goal has always been the beautiful territory of Great Qin.

Therefore, there are a few quack figures in his team, which is harmless.

But Zhao Gao, that is a famous and powerful person, the King of the Huns must have the so-called information about Zhao Gao, so Zhao Gao may expose all his actions.

"Thirteen, you are such a smart person, why did you do such a stupid thing?" Ying Zheng couldn't help but said coldly, "Once Zhao Gao enters the land of the Huns, he will be discovered immediately. The whereabouts will be exposed, and the mission will fail immediately."

"Your Majesty, Master Zhao also said the same thing." The man hurriedly said respectfully.

When Ying Zige turned around and left, Zhao Gao chased after him with a pale face.

Therefore, the court guard had the honor of hearing all the conversations.

Ying Zheng was taken aback for a moment, and then asked curiously, "How would Thirteen answer?"

"The thirteenth son said that he has a way to change Master Zhao's appearance, even Master Zhao's mother would not recognize his appearance."

"Master Zhao was very depressed at the time. Looking at the back of the thirteenth son leaving, he obviously wanted to cry. But he finally held back."

After hearing all the details the man said, Ying Zheng didn't speak for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, a wry smile suddenly appeared on his face.

No wonder this kid begged for the Shuanglong jade pendant.

It turned out that from that time on, Zhao Gao had already become a pre-selected member of his team.

At this moment, Ying Zheng was looking forward to it, wanting to see what kind of sparks would erupt from such a weird team?
"Thirteen, I know you will not let me down. No matter what the result is, you must come back alive for me."

Ying Zheng sat slowly on that chair, feeling empty and cold for a while, and murmured.

Fourth day.

Xianyang East Gate.

The east city gate was dilapidated, and there was no one there for a long time. When you left the city gate, you could see a barren field as far as you could see.

A strong wind blows, blowing up wind and sand all over the sky.

Three figures are standing in the wind and sand at this moment.

Looking from a distance, the clothes are fluttering, quite like a jade tree facing the wind.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the three of them are blinking non-stop, and tears are constantly flowing down from the corners of their eyes, obviously fascinated by the wind and sand.

"Thirteenth son, why did you choose to gather here? This road is not the direction leading to the land of the Huns, we even have to bypass the entire Xianyang."

Jian Nu reminded in a low voice.

"Don't forget that we are carrying out a secret mission this time. Of course, our whereabouts cannot be exposed, so we would rather take a long detour than start from a crowded place."

Ying Zige said solemnly.

At this moment, I feel like crying.

I really don't know the direction of the land of the Huns.

Just choose randomly, and it really went in the wrong direction very smoothly.

But as a son, how can he admit his mistakes casually?
Otherwise, wouldn't his incomparably tall image be shattered in the hearts of the two of them?

"Young Master Thirteen, will they come?"

Currently, Han Baichuan, who is the most handsome among the three, specially wore white clothes today. He wanted to show off in the market, but instead he waited in the wind and sand.

The white clothes had already turned into yellow clothes.

It's just that the handsome temperament on his face still makes people envy and hate.

"They will come soon." Ying Zige said with a smile.

At this moment, a figure in white slowly appeared from a distance.

Holding a long sword in his hand, he walked steadily towards this side step by step.

"Sword Saint Gai Nie." Sword Slave said in a low voice.

The smile on Ying Zige's face suddenly became very bright.

Sword Saint Gai Nie has always kept his promises.

Otherwise, he would not have rebelled against Xianyang for the sake of his former friends.

What he promised, he will definitely do.

As for Wei Zhuang...

He turned his head slowly and looked in another direction.

I saw a figure in blue clothes, with a long sword hanging from his waist, slowly approaching from another direction.

Both of them seemed to have noticed each other's existence, and subconsciously grasped the hilt of the long sword.

Ying Zige couldn't help but sighed.

These two people are vertical and horizontal, but they are not on the same path after all, and they don't know when they will be able to abandon their previous animosity and become one.

At this moment of tension, suddenly, a carriage galloped out of the city gate.

The people in the carriage, dressed as coachmen, had a gloomy face, as if a thunderstorm might break out at any moment.

Then that venomous gaze fell on Ying Zige's face fiercely.

At this moment, Zhao Gao, who was driving the carriage, had only one wish in his heart, and that was to ruthlessly chop off Ying Zige's head!
This kid actually made himself a coachman.

At that time, he was clearly righteous, shook his head frantically, and told the thirteenth son that he was a famous figure in the Great Qin Dynasty, and he was absolutely not suitable for such a secret mission.

As a result, the boy rubbed his face casually, and he didn't know how to stick a human skin mask on his face.

As a result, he turned into an old man.

No matter how I prove my identity, those disciples who respect me very much on weekdays will never allow me to enter the Zhao residence.

In desperation, I randomly found a straw mat on the street to make do with it all night.

It's still freezing cold.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, and a strong killing intent erupted in his eyes.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly fell on the two swordsmen, and his pupils shrank involuntarily.

"Sword Saint Gai Nie? Lord of Quicksand Wei Zhuang?"

(End of this chapter)