Lightning was like a powerful white dragon, tearing the dark night into pieces.
The heavy rain splashed on the ground, causing dense bubbles of water, and mist filled the streets.
It has been raining for a day. In the quiet village, only one house has lights on. There is a big hole in the courtyard wall of this house, and bursts of laughter can be heard from the hole.
Inside the house, Daolin was having a drink with Han Zimo, whom he had just met. Han Zimo was also an alcoholic, and his eyes lit up especially when he smelled the wine that Daolin brought out.
After drinking, the two of them talked more. Daolin knew that this man was a second-grade warrior in the Creation Realm. He was only forty-seven years old. With such strength, he could be considered a genius.
He has only practiced swordsmanship all his life, and his terrifying sword aura is the result of this. Daolin has made private evaluations, and if his two masters compete with him, they probably have little chance of winning.
Moreover, this man's swordsmanship has been cultivated to an extremely high level. It is not an exaggeration to say that the man and sword are one.
After eating and drinking, the two of them rested separately. Daolin first practiced the "Everlasting Immortality Technique" and the internal energy circulated through his limbs and bones before he felt completely comfortable.
"This sword energy is really overbearing. It has been suppressed before, but there is only a trace of residual sword energy that can explode into a demon again." Daolin slowly opened his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and dissipated his internal energy.
Now he was alone in the room, and there was no other sound except the sound of rain.
"Mr. Han said that the Imperial Guard is equivalent to the Imperial War Palace, so the previous guess is completely correct. The emperor with the surname of 'Chu' should be the first character. The reason why he has the character Chu is because my mother concealed it."
Dorian lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze, thinking about the next step in his mind.
The first step is definitely to help the Shenwu Empire defend the Western Territory, and the second step is to find his mother, but this depends on the opportunity. After all, the two countries are currently in a war-torn relationship, and it is not easy to go to the Lieyang Empire.
It was useless to think too much. Dolin calmed down and slowly fell into a deep sleep.
After he fell asleep, a figure suddenly appeared in front of his bed.
The figure was looking at Dolin with a cold face. He was silent. If he could not be seen standing here with the naked eye, his presence would not be felt at all.
After watching and touching a stick of incense, the figure finally moved. He did not attack Dolin, but left the room directly.
Early the next morning, several bird calls woke up Dolin from his deep sleep.
Dorian rubbed his sleepy eyes and squinted at the window, only to see bright sunlight shining in through the window.
"This is the kind of good weather I want to see." Dolin turned over and got out of bed and suddenly saw a shallow shoe print beside the bed. If the sun hadn't happened to shine on the side of the shoe print, he wouldn't have seen it at all.
Notice.
Someone came after I fell asleep. If I didn't die, it meant that the person didn't want to kill me. There might be other plans. Is it Han Zimo?
There is no one else here except him.
Why would he come to see me while he was sleeping?
Still don’t believe in your identity?
Or is his identity fake?
He usually sleeps very lightly, so if someone comes to the bedside, he should be able to sense it!
Besides, the person coming here must be someone who is good at Qinggong and Shenfa, but Han Zimo is not good at swordsmanship, otherwise he would not have allowed himself to dodge a blow through thunder yesterday.
Daolin sat by the bed and thought for a long time, until he was woken up by a knock on the door, and it was Han Zimo's voice.
After Dolin replied, he no longer thought about it. He had to be careful when he went out. Who the other party was, and what his intentions were after meeting him by chance and taking action, remained to be verified.
Opening the door, Daolin saw Han Zimo dressed as a scholar standing outside the door, with the slender sword still hanging around his waist.
"How did you sleep last night?" Han Zimo asked with a smile.
Daolin nodded vaguely, thinking to himself, doesn’t this man have three hundred taels of silver in this place?
"The weather is good today, let's go." Han Zimo said with a smile.
Dolin nodded again. He didn't know how to get along with this person and was very embarrassed for a moment.
After taking the horses out of the stable, the two of them left together. Before leaving, Dolin hung the lock that he had broken on the door bolt, and then walked past the hole in the courtyard wall.
After leaving the village, the two of them headed west.
"Your horse is quite interesting." Han Zimo, who had been silent all the way, suddenly spoke.
"What do you mean?" Dorian asked doubtfully.
"If my guess is correct, this is a thousand-mile horse working for the Divine Punishment Organization." Han Zimo said softly.
Dorian was startled and wondered how he could drive these through a horse?
"Look at the horse's neck..." Han Zimo pointed to Daolin.
Dolin leaned down and took a look, then touched it with his hand. It was a sword-shaped brand mark.
It turns out that the horses of God's Punishment are all branded, but they were covered by their manes before, so they were not discovered.
"Don't tell me you picked up this horse." Han Zimo said with a smile.
Daolin also smiled and said nothing, but he was more careful about Han Zimo.
He himself clearly said it was Xianyun Yehe, but he recognized the token of the Lieyang Empire's guards, and now he even pointed out the brand of the Divine Punishment Organization.
Having such a clueless guy next to me is really like a light on my back.
In the following journey, as long as Han Zimo didn't take the initiative to talk to him, he would never take the initiative to speak.
I kept walking like this all day, and the further west I went, the more desolate it became. Basically, I could only see one village at the end of the day.
"Staying outdoors tonight?" Seeing that Han Zimo had no intention of stopping, Daolin asked.
"I don't care, the main thing is that there seems to be no place to live nearby." Han Zimo said as he glanced around.
Dorian also saw it, and there was nothing around except a bush.
"How about just spending the night in the bushes?" Dolin pointed to the bushes.
"I won't go, I won't go. It's too dirty there and I don't like it." Han Zimo said without even looking at it.
Daolin Xindao, this guy is still a mysophobia patient.
Just as the two were walking slowly forward, they suddenly heard a shaking in the bushes, and a small white badger jumped out of the bushes. After it, the bushes shook violently again, and a wild boar chased out.
"Old Han, do you want to eat roast pork?" Dolin turned to ask.
"Can you bake?" Han Zimo asked.
"Since you know about the Guards and God's Punishment, do you know about Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?" Dolin asked proudly.
Han Zimo thought carefully after hearing this. After a moment, he shook his head solemnly and said, "I've never heard of it at all. Is it a new organization?"
Dorian pursed his lips and said nothing. He felt deeply malicious and humiliated.
"You haven't heard that it's okay. As long as you know that after this pig is caught, we can have a good meal, several good meals." Dowling took a deep breath and said.
Han Zimo nodded, and saw him wave his right hand, and the long sword on his waist came in and out, and a sword energy was slashed out.