When they left the tavern, the rain had just stopped and Zhao Changhe was in a better mood. He saw that his beloved horse was eating comfortably and there was no horse theft or other trouble, so he felt even better.
If you think about it carefully, of course no one would dare to steal the horse. Look at the scary knife on his back...
Zhao Changhe rewarded the waiter with a piece of silver and was about to put his foot on the stirrup when he suddenly remembered something. He put his foot down again and bent over to carefully check whether there was any foreign object in the stirrup and saddle.
The Cui family lived a comfortable life and almost forgot these tricks.
After a careful check, there was nothing. Zhao Changhe breathed a sigh of relief and got on his horse.
The middle-aged man from the Demon Suppression Division had been standing at the door watching him. Seeing him, he showed appreciation and handed him a piece of paper: "This is Han Wubing's information."
Zhao Changhe was not polite and took it directly: "Thank you."
The middle-aged man said, "I am Wu Weiyang from the Demon Suppression Division. Perhaps we will meet again in the future. As for the trouble this way, the Demon Suppression Division will not help. Please be careful on your way."
After saying this, the figure flashed and disappeared.
This speed, at least the seventh or eighth level of the Xuanguan... The Demon Suppression Division still has some tricks. Zhao Changhe didn't feel much. The ninth place on the Heavenly Ranking had already had tea in front of him, so why would he care about this.
He felt that what Wu Weiyang said was a hint. He said that Feng Bo would not take action on this trip and he should be careful along the way. But what about after he arrived? If he needed help with something, could he look for the local Demon Suppression Division
Zhao Changhe didn't think about this for the time being. He rode his Taxue Wuzhui slowly along the official road, spreading out the information given by Wu Weiyang in his hand and reading it carefully.
Han Wubing, 19 years old this year... He is actually younger than me. I couldn’t tell in the dilapidated temple before, he looks so cold.
He was originally an ordinary disciple of Bashan Sword House. His aptitude was not outstanding, but he was considered a middle-class disciple because of his hard work in sword practice. He was taciturn and only liked to practice sword, so he was not very popular and had a low sense of presence.
Three years ago, everyone from Jianlu came to Ancient Sword Lake to try their luck and search for the legendary ancient sword left over from the last era. Han Wubing was at the third level of Xuanguan at that time and followed the team.
The reason why the legend of the magic sword in Gujian Lake has always been popular is not just because it is passed down from generation to generation, but because it exudes a magical power. Occasionally, a shocking sword energy will rise from the lake, and those who come to look for the sword are often killed inexplicably. However, after further investigation, nothing is found. It is completely inexplicable and no one knows where the sword energy comes from.
Because of this, everyone believes that there are magical things here, but no one is willing to stay here permanently to look for swords, for fear of dying inexplicably. Therefore, no one has ever booked the entire Ancient Sword Lake, but people have occasionally come to try their luck over the years.
But after so many years, nothing has been found. Cui Yuanyang has said before that the Cui family has organized people to search for it many times but still failed to find it. Cui Wenjing is the best in the world in terms of intelligence and strength, and if he can't find it, there is no hope for others. Therefore, the larger forces have gradually given up looking for this thing, thinking it is a waste of time.
Although the big forces were gone, the people who wanted to try their luck continued to come one after another. No one dared to live by the lake, but Jianhu City, more than ten miles away, was extremely prosperous and lively. The number of inns, brothels, taverns and casinos was probably the highest in the world, more than in the capital, because there were too many outsiders.
This has created a place with a huge range of forces and a mixed bag of good and bad people. Its complexity is definitely not something that a newcomer to the martial arts world of the third or fourth level can casually go and play around in.
Han Wubing was with the team at that time, of course, he was just following his elders and fellow apprentices to broaden his horizons, which was also a kind of martial arts training organized by Jianlu. He was not popular, so he did not go with his fellow apprentices and searched alone by the lake. However, he unexpectedly met a good friend, and they became friends as soon as they saw each other, so they went together to search.
As for whether there is any reason behind this and how a person with bad popularity can get along well with others at first sight, the intelligence information of the Demon Suppression Bureau cannot be so detailed. After all, the person involved, Han Wubing, will not accept your interview, so you can only mention it in passing.
The ancient sword was not found, but Han Wubing and his friend were lucky enough to find the body of a predecessor who had died here, and obtained some sword skills and a sword. The friend shared the sword, and Han Wubing shared the secret book, and everyone was happy.
As a result, Jianlu's fellow disciples met him and took advantage of their power to bully him, saying that this was Jianlu's property, whether it was a sword or a secret book.
Eventually his friend was killed and his sword was taken away. Han Wubing tore up the secret book in anger and left the sword room. From then on, he wandered around the world, became more taciturn, and made a living as a bounty hunter.
The incident was very simple, and the record given by the Demon Suppression Bureau was not exaggerated at all. It just explained the situation in a dry manner, which made Zhao Changhe feel uneasy. He thought to himself that Han Wubing's story, which he had been curious about for a long time, was actually a story that could be seen everywhere in the martial arts world. People killed people by taking advantage of their power to seize treasures, and their children ran away in anger. This was a template that was only used ten years ago when Qidian published books.
But then again, Han Wubing is very loyal. He has been practicing swords for three years, and has reached the fifth level of Xuanguan. He also visited the tombs on Qingming Festival and killed all his enemies. How happy he is! Zhao Changhe couldn't help but open the wine gourd and took a sip: "It's great. A fight with such an opponent makes people look forward to it... Unlike those demons and monsters, even if they are all over the road, they are just like flies, annoying people."
After saying this, he put away the gourd, and suddenly swung his hand, and a copper coin flew out.
Suddenly, someone screamed and fell from a tree by the roadside.
“Do you really think I was so absorbed in reading that I didn’t even notice someone coming?” Zhao Changhe laughed loudly and rode away: “Knives raining from the sky? They’re nothing but whetstones!”
"Swoosh!" Several sword beams suddenly rose up in front, and the sword energy whistled sharply and pierced straight into the face.
As Zhao Changhe charged forward on his horse, he reached back and grasped the hilt of the knife that protruded from his shoulder.
The sword arrives, the horse arrives.
"Clang!" The dragon bird was unsheathed and the sword swept wildly.
The attacking assassins were all horrified, but how could a person in mid-air dodge a knife with such a large range
Several long swords were placed on the sword path, a sound of crushing was heard, the long swords broke, and blood rained all over the sky.
The black horse treading on snow rushed through the broken limbs, with the blood rain still behind it. The dragon bird of Great Xia cried excitedly.
There was an assassin in front who wanted to take action, but he was dumbfounded by the scene and dared not move.
A little further away, it seemed like someone was lying in ambush on both sides and had pulled up a tripwire.
Zhao Changhe saw it with his sharp eyes, turned his horse and rushed to the side of the road.
Before the man could pull the rope, the speed of the charging horse was far beyond his expectation. Before he could even raise his hand, the horse was already in front of him.
The blade length and attack range were beyond expectations... The people behind watched helplessly as a dark red arc passed by, and with a "click", it was cut in half.
Only half of the body was left, and he was standing there stupidly with one end of the lasso still in his hand. The black horse had already run away more than ten feet away.
“No matter whether you are from the Blood God Cult, Listening Snow Tower, or just some scoundrels who came to steal horses and swords…” Zhao Changhe put away his sword and jumped on his horse, laughing loudly as he left: “I will not hide my whereabouts along the way, come if you want!”
Wu Weiyang stood at the back and looked into the distance, clicking his tongue: "He is so brave, yet the chief is actually worried that he will be in danger on the road... He said he doesn't want our help, but he must have been excited for a long time, and he is just afraid that others are not strong enough."
A subordinate beside him sighed: "If such a person had not died in the martial arts world beforehand, he would have definitely dominated the world."
Wu Weiyang did not answer, knowing the subtext of his subordinates.
For a person like this, the chance of death is still relatively high... But thinking of Zhao Changhe's careful inspection before getting on the horse, Wu Weiyang still felt that this person would not die.
Don't be fooled by his heroic appearance, he is a delicate person at heart. If you really think he is a reckless man, the grass on your grave will be three feet high now.
"Let's go back and report to the chief monk. I wonder if she will really come to see him in person." Wu Weiyang muttered in confusion, "Strange, the chief monk's attention to this person is also a bit unusual."
Thanks to Dafuge for the silver. Thanks to Sijifa Chunxiong, Nana, Yingshuang, Lulu, Wuli Liusu, Mu Zhiqiu, Nancheng Weiyu Jingxian Beiqu and other brothers for joining the alliance. It has exceeded 100 alliances in two days since it was launched, which is beyond expectations. I'm ready to stick my butt out, come on everyone.
(End of this chapter)