Zhao Changhe's charge completely crushed the enemies who were besieging Han Wubing.
Having already been outnumbered and killed by Han Wubing so many people, he still held on and thought that Han Wubing was at the end of his strength and had to be killed, so he gritted his teeth and continued.
Then a strong man came charging into the battle on horseback. The aura of his sword alone was enough to make one's legs go numb. What was the point of fighting...
No one noticed that Zhao Changhe himself was also exhausted. No one had any will to fight anymore. They shouted and ran away without a trace in an instant.
Zhao Changhe thought he was going to have a tough fight, but he was a little dumbfounded when he saw this, holding the knife: "Am I so scary?"
Han Wubing smiled: "Yes, you are very scary."
"A bunch of idiots who dared to attack the fifth level of Xuanguan, but were scared away by a fourth level. Tsk." Zhao Changhe got off his horse and sat down on the ground tiredly: "Hey, how many days are left until the beginning of summer?"
Han Wubing also sat weakly beside him and calculated: "There are still seven days left. You came very early."
"Seven days." Zhao Changhe turned around and looked at him for a while: "Did your injury heal well in seven days?"
"They are basically just superficial injuries. They look bloody, but they will heal quickly with good medicine. Three days is enough."
Zhao Changhe smacked his lips in annoyance: "In other words, after your injury is healed, we have to stay here for four days with nothing to do? The beginning of summer is a bit late... uh..."
As soon as he said this he thought of his girlfriend and stopped talking.
The peeping Xia Chichi suddenly became smiling.
Han Wubing had no idea why he suddenly stopped talking, so he said, "It's okay to wait four more days. There are still some things in Jianhu City. You can go shopping. Or if you want to find a sword... Oh, you use a knife, so you probably won't be interested."
"Even if I use the sword, I'm not interested. Yangyang said that the Cui family can't find it, so who else can find it? With those idiots just now?" Zhao Changhe said, "Your sword is broken? I advise you not to look for it. Just go to the city and buy a good one."
Han Wubing said: "I didn't intend to look for it."
"Okay then." Zhao Changhe stood up and said, "Get on the horse, I'll take you to the city to rest first."
Han Wubing didn't act pretentiously and just got started.
God knows that two people who seem to have a good relationship and ride on the same horse are planning to duel in a few days.
What's even more bizarre is that the two idiots never thought that since everyone had arrived, the so-called competition time was changed by themselves. If they wanted to move it forward a few days, they could move it forward a few days. Why did they have to wait until the beginning of summer
… …
Jianhu City.
A long time ago, it was just a small lakeside town. Needless to say, it is now a megacity, more prosperous than the state capitals here. But unlike other cities, its system and specifications are still like a town, with no city walls, no guards, and no entry tax.
So it became more prosperous.
Zhao Changhe rode his horse inside, and was looking at the street scene like a curious baby to see how it compared to Qinghe. Not long after he walked, he was greeted by a fragrant breeze, and an old procuress with makeup on came up to him: "Hey, young man, would you like to rest in our Wanhua Tower? Our girls are the most beautiful in the city, and they are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting..."
Zhao Changhe: "… Are there any masters like Tang Zu who are good at playing the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting?"
The madam was dumbfounded: "That's not possible."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "Forget it, go practice some more."
Han Wubing laughed out loud.
Zhao Changhe rode forward and said, "The brothels here are awesome. We are covered in blood, but they don't care at all and even solicit customers."
Han Wubing said, "You will know after staying for two more days."
Zhao Changhe knew it now, without having to stay for two days.
There was another brothel ahead, and there was a fight going on right at the door. When Zhao Changhe wanted to go in and see the fun, someone had already been killed.
Several pimps came out and carried the man away, and the brothel continued to operate as if nothing had happened.
This time it was Zhao Changhe's turn to be dumbfounded: "What is the government doing here?"
Han Wubing said leisurely: "The regulations here are still a small town. Who knows what your majesty is thinking?" "... Then how do we collect taxes when it's so prosperous? What a waste."
Han Wubing was also dumbfounded. I’m just a wanderer, I don’t know.
Zhao Changhe had a headache: "Is there a Demon Suppression Division?"
Han Wubing had an idea: "It may not appear to be a government office, but it must be there in reality. I don't know which house or even a brothel or gambling house it is."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "Where did you live before?"
"I didn't live in the city before, and I was afraid you wouldn't be able to find me, so I built a hut next to the tomb in the bamboo forest by the lake."
"So we can just find a place anywhere?" Zhao Changhe glanced at a larger inn at the end of the street. The big plaque read "Feel at Home" and someone was leading a horse through the side door. It looked like there was a stable behind. He went straight over and said, "That's it. Shopkeeper, do you have a private courtyard to rent? Help me take care of my horse."
The waiter came up to greet him, "Sir, you have good taste. We have the best stables and the best fodder here! I'm not just talking about the horses, but also the beds, which have the best grass."
Zhao Changhe: “?”
Han Wubing: “…”
The waiter observed the man's expression and said with a smile, "Sir, you want to find a horseless one? You can't find one. Everyone has one, but you don't. How can you attract customers? Well, you're away from home, and now you're here..."
"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe knew that it might be difficult to find a place without horses here, so he asked, "Is there a private courtyard?"
"Yes, sir, come over here and take a rest first. I will ask the girls to come over and show you the horses."
Zhao Changhe said unhappily, "No, we want some peace and quiet, don't let unnecessary people disturb us."
The waiter looked from Zhao Changhe to Han Wubing and smiled in an ambiguous way, "I see."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, and the waiter had already left.
He turned around and looked at Han Wubing woodenly: "What does he mean?"
Han Wubing said expressionlessly: "It's meaningless."
"Fuck." Zhao Changhe pointed at the room next to the courtyard and said, "Get lost! You've ruined my reputation. What bad luck!"
Han Wubing walked into the house with a stern face. Damn it, if this really gets out, your reputation will be ruined, but my reputation won’t be damaged, right
I heard that any woman who gets involved with Zhao Changhe will become unlucky, but unexpectedly even men can't escape!
Having said that, this Zhao Changhe looks like a gangster king, but it turns out he is so pure that he doesn't even dare to touch the girls in brothels. His face looks a little red.
Han Wubing is a little funny. He seems indifferent, but actually he has gone to brothels to solve the problem when he feels lonely in the world. It is unexpected that Zhao Changhe, who is considered a bandit by everyone, is actually the purest man in the world.
While he was applying medicine on his wound and taking a rest, Han Wubing's ears suddenly moved and he reached out and grasped the broken sword.
There were very light footsteps outside the yard, and with his sensitivity he could even smell a hint of fragrance.
Foreign enemy? Or...
Han Wubing glanced out of the window quietly, and saw a very graceful female figure standing outside Zhao Changhe's house opposite and knocking on the door gently.
Zhao Changhe's annoyed voice came from inside the house: "Damn it, I told you not to disturb others, get out now!"
The woman whispered softly: "I know you are not interested in women, so I will change into women's clothes to please you."
Han Wubing's hair stood on end.
What made him even more frightened was that there was a chaotic sound in the opposite room, and even the table was bumped. Then the door of the room opened with a "bang". Zhao Changhe stuck his head out with a look of great surprise. Then he looked at Han Wubing's room with some caution, and suddenly reached out and pulled the "cross-dressing brother" into the room.
Han Wubing sat on the edge of the bed with his knees hugged, feeling that the place he was in was even more dangerous than being besieged.
I thought everyone was harmed by reputation, but I didn’t expect you were serious!
——
PS: The long-lost Qiqi is here, please give me a monthly ticket.
Thank you for selling wine for you~
(End of this chapter)