Chapter two hundred and eighty third pretending to be mysterious
"That's not bad, please teach me." Bad Shao is a typical musical boy. It was after listening to Du Ruotong's graceful singing that he fell in love and couldn't extricate himself.
Gong Yueyue pretended to be mysterious and replied: "You want to learn? I won't teach you."
Zhao Changyuan also leaned close to her ear and said expectantly: "I want to learn. Madam, please teach me."
Gong Yueyue immediately hemmed and hawed: "Uh... Mr., actually you can just listen. Singing takes too much energy, why bother yourself?" It's not like she has never heard Zhao Changyuan sing. She occasionally hums along.
Two sentences, which can be said to be ten levels worse than a tone-deaf tone-deaf person. When the key is too high and he can't get up, he would rather break the sound than miss every word. When the key is too low, he just makes do with the way he talks.
He finished singing. And he himself enjoyed it...
"Pfft..." He Yong had obviously suffered from him.
Seeing his wife's excuse, he felt a little unconvinced: "Do you think my singing is not good? You have never taught me, so how do you know that I can't sing well?" At this point, he suddenly remembered that Gong Yueyue once
Recalling Jiang Haoran's intoxicated nympho look when he sang, I felt even more angry. He narrowed his eyes and his face became increasingly ugly.
"Then..." Gong Yueyue saw his displeasure and hesitated. Teach him. I'm afraid he will damage his hearing in the future... But if you don't teach him, it seems that it will hurt his self-esteem...
Looking up, He Yongzheng was clasping his hands and winking at her: "Help..."
On the other side, the evil young man also begged her for mercy with his lips: "Just be good..."
"I'll teach you." Her words dragged everyone except Zhao Changyuan into the pit of fire, including herself...
There is no perfect person in this world. She firmly believes in this and accepts it. When she enjoys his tall and wide embrace, she must accept the fact that he is a foodie. While she enjoys his tenderness, sweetness, and deep love, she occasionally
Being tortured by him with the magic sound was indeed Zhao Qing's fault. Maybe, after listening to it, he got used to it...
The four of them walked from daytime to dusk, along the way there was wind and sand, and there were bursts of magical sounds. Fortunately, the two singers finally lost their strength. They temporarily let go of the auditory nerves of Bad Shao and He Yong.
He Yong looked at the sun that was about to set in the sand, and asked a little discouraged: "How far is this...? It seems that I can't even see the edge."
Zhao Changyuan said in a hoarse voice: "After climbing over this sand dune, you should be in the Orchid Valley ahead."
Seeing that these three people were still in high spirits, He Yong couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "Aren't you tired? What are you doing..."
Gong Yueyue also replied in a hoarse voice: "I am an Aquarius, and my husband is a Capricorn. I don't know how bad I am."
As soon as he heard this, the evil young man immediately laughed and said, "You are talking about all these strange things, how come the second master is so unlucky?"
Regarding the topic of constellations, only Gong Yueyue and Zhao Changyuan understood it. Gong Yueyue didn't know how to explain it to him, but Zhao Changyuan thoughtfully diverted the topic: "Actually, we are lucky to be in the desert this season."
He Yong didn't understand what it meant: "Why...why?"
Gong Yueyue smiled and said: "How stupid. If it were summer, wouldn't the sand burn you to death?"
"How do you know?" He Yong was a little unconvinced, but when he turned around and thought, how could she know? Zhao Changyuan must have told her.
But Gong Yueyue's answer made him even more embarrassed: "This is Zhao Shi."
Zhao Changyuan saw that his wife was out of breath while walking, so he asked thoughtfully again: "Madam, are you tired? Let me carry you on the camel?"
"I'm not tired." After saying that, she smiled maliciously at He Yong and Bad Young Master and said, "But I think Brother He Yong can't support it anymore. Bad Young Master, please hurry up and put him on the camel."
He Yong couldn't help but rolled up his sleeves and said to Zhao Changyuan: "Hey, can I hit her twice to relieve her anger... This journey is also very annoying..."
Zhao Changyuan didn't even say a word, but immediately said two words calmly: "No."
Gong Yueyue hid behind Zhao Changyuan, looking like she was in need of a beating: "You want to hit me? Can you ask that young master for help? My husband is unable to beat me with just two fists, so you still have a chance to beat me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Changyuan suddenly silenced everyone with a gesture: "Shh."
Gong Yueyue murmured nervously: "What's wrong?"
"Listen." He responded softly.
After everyone held their breath, they heard the sound of footsteps rushing from far to near.
"No way... the attack has reached here?" He Yong quickly discerned from the footsteps that there were definitely not a few people.
The evil young man shook his head and said thoughtfully: "It's not the Liao army, it's..."
"Horse thief." "Horse thief." Zhao and Pan said in unison and calmly said the correct answer.
In less than a minute, Zhao, Pan, He, and Gong were surrounded by a group of horse thieves who were wielding swords and guns, and had arrogant faces.
Zhao Changyuan and He Yong had calm expressions, needless to say, they were as steady as Mount Tai. Gong Yueyue glanced at the evil young man and saw him folding his arms with a thick smile on his lips.
She couldn't help but laugh, and said to the evil young man: "Hey, be serious, he is a bandit after all, why are you laughing?"
"Okay, I won't laugh." After saying that, the evil young man suppressed his smile and lowered his head.
The horse thieves all spoke in authentic dialects. They pointed at the four people in the middle and talked for a long time, leaving them confused.
Gong Yueyue asked Zhao Changyuan: "What are they talking about? They are chattering so hard that I don't understand..."
Zhao Changyuan said calmly: "You don't need to understand, it probably means leaving money to buy the road."
As soon as he finished speaking, a horse thief who looked like a leader took two steps forward with a knife in his hand, and shouted with a crooked smile: "This young hero is indeed a sensible person. Then we don't have to beat around the bush, as long as you keep the horse,
The camels, belongings and...that little girl can get out of here alive. Otherwise..."
Zhao Changyuan listened calmly all the time. Until he heard the last two sentences, Gong Yueyue clearly felt that her husband's aura had changed... She raised her head and took a look, and sure enough, she saw fire dancing in his originally calm eyes.
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She immediately took his hand and squeezed it hard. Then she said loudly: "Oh, it's not bad to have someone who can speak two languages. Otherwise, what will happen? You will kill us?"
The leader of the horse thieves laughed loudly: "Don't worry, if you want to kill them, I will only kill them. How can I be willing to kill a girl with such a mark like you? Come back with me and warm my bed, I won't treat you badly."
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The evil young man muttered: "It's over..."
He Yong also held his forehead and sighed: "I'm seeking death..."
Gong Yueyue clasped Zhao Changyuan's increasingly stiff hand and shook it in front of her eyes: "But I have a man."
The leader of the horse thieves snorted disdainfully and said a fatal sentence: "What is the use of this pretty boy? Come with me, I will keep it for you and you will know what a real man is tonight!"
After saying that, no one said anything for a while, only the wind and sand blew past my ears.
Suddenly, Gong Yueyue felt that her palms were empty. When she looked again, the people around her had disappeared. Her heart tightened and she looked around. In an instant, another gust of wind and sand blew across her face. When she looked closely, Zhao Changyuan was still beside her.
I just didn't know why I let go.
There was a sudden commotion among the horse thieves. When she looked over, she saw that the rude leader was still standing upright, but his head had fallen into the sand...
For a moment, she remembered a joke Zhao Zhao heard when she lived in the first century - "Be careful, I will break off your head and use it as a ball." Then, all kinds of cruel and bloody scenes entered her mind.
stand up.
In fact, at this moment, almost everyone present had roughly the same guess as her, except Zhao Changyuan himself, and there was Pan Jingyuan.
The scene just now seemed to have happened in a flash of lightning and flint. The assailant's speed was faster than Zhao Ren and the raging wind and sand obscured and paralyzed most people's sight and attention. Only the evil major general could see the whole process clearly. But it was Zhao Changyuan.
While everyone was defenseless, he rushed in front of the thief leader, pulled out the saber from the opponent's waist, and wiped the opponent's neck... This level of killing did not require high martial arts, but
Not all martial arts masters can do it.
Most martial arts masters are superstitious about their own martial arts and focus on subduing their opponents in combat, such as Pan Jingyuan, Pan Zhuqing, Xiao Jun and others. The same is true for most military generals, such as He Yong, Yang Jinyi and Yang Jinzhong, who always have to fight before starting a fight.
Talk nonsense to your opponent, and then fight to the death.
But Zhao Changyuan is different. When it comes to studying martial arts, he is only in his early twenties and has not necessarily put in more time and effort than the above-mentioned people. Moreover, he is miscellaneous and not specialized. In terms of swordsmanship alone, Pan Zhuqing is better than him.
But in terms of marksmanship, the Yang family's marksmanship is the best in the world. But if it is a duel, the person who survives in the end will definitely be Zhao Changyuan.
Because to put it bluntly, from his great-grandfather to himself, the purpose of practicing martial arts is not to strengthen the body or to defend oneself. Their purpose is only one-to kill people. Even when Yang Guodong was still struggling to teach his sons battlefield etiquette and battlefield
When the rules were set, when the masters of Pan Zhuqing and Pan Jingyuan were still explaining to them the basic qualities of martial arts practitioners, Zhao Changyuan's grandfather, Zhao Xiong's unreasonable father, had already instilled a concept into Zhao Changyuan over and over again -
On the battlefield, it is a battle of life and death. There are not so many ways to do it. The right way is to try every means to kill the opponent. Do whatever comes naturally, there is nothing to worry about.
Therefore, those tricks that martial arts masters disdain, such as sneak attacks, shooting behind the scenes, hurting people with hidden arrows, etc., are all childish in Zhao Changyuan's eyes. Unless he is respectful and wants to leave the other party alive,
Only then would he appear polite. Otherwise, it would be like this, before he could finish his words, he would be sent to see Wu Zetian...
He Yongzheng was blinded by the sand and could not see what was going on clearly, but he was not surprised by Zhao Changyuan's fighting mechanism. He just sighed in his heart: "What a good boy, your skills are getting sharper!" (To be continued)