Chapter 210 Returning to the Past Happy Rivers and Lakes (4800 words)
Chapter 210 Return to the past and enjoy the world (4800 words)
Author: Bachelor in White
Chapter 210 Return to the past and enjoy the world (4800 words)
The beautiful heroine of the past has become an aunt who still retains her charm;
In the past, the great warrior who traveled to the ends of the earth with his sword has become an uncle who picks his feet.
Things are different and people are different.
In front of Richan Valley, it seemed that it had suddenly turned into a large-scale blind date scene for the middle-aged and elderly people. They were all narrating the past with emotion. The old knights couldn't help but sit down and pick their feet when they talked about their grudges and grudges; while the ladies said
When you are deeply in love, your brows will moisten and your legs will tighten.
At this time, an old man wearing a bamboo hat suddenly snorted: "Bitch thief! Don't think I can't see you!"
In an instant, that muffled hum was like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears with a loud bang, leaving a dull hum echoing in everyone's ears.
I saw the old man holding a fishing rod, lifting it high and pointing it to one place.
Whoosh!
For a moment, the blind date scene was completely silent, and everyone looked along the tip of the fishing rod.
The end of the fishing rod pointed at Fan Yao.
"Who is this……?"
At this time, Zheng Xiu was reminiscing with Jianghu Baixiaopang, who had gained weight three times. When a dispute arose, Zheng Xiu asked calmly.
"Dugu Yi is defeated."
"Dugu? That...Dugu?"
"Naturally." Jianghu Baixiaosheng sighed: "More than ten years ago, Lou Mengkong led a group of secret factories to burn Cangjian Mountain. The Cangjian Mountain Villa that everyone in the world respected in the past became empty in the blink of an eye. The people of the Dugu family
Die or die, even those who are lucky enough to survive live anonymously. And this person is ranked in the first edition of "Weapons Manual" written by Ben Bai Xiaosheng... Bah!
The number one ‘Ruthless Kenshin’ was defeated alone.”
Jiang Hu Bai Xiaosheng seemed to have not told a story to anyone like this for many years. He was so enthusiastic that before Zheng Xiu asked, he shook his head and poured out the information he had in his mind: "But it is said that his original name is not Dugu.
Once defeated, he was called Dugu Bubai. It was just rumored that he met someone one year. He lost and knew that he would never be defeated. From then on, he changed his name to Dugu Yibai. He no longer held a sword, announced his withdrawal from the world, and lived in seclusion in Hidden Sword Mountain.
"
"Later, Hidden Sword Mountain was burned down by a secret factory. He did not hold the sword again, but escaped."
"It is said that he became possessed by a demon later on, and could be lucid and insane at times. I don't know why, but he somehow got into the team heading west."
Jiang Fatty finished speaking.
Zheng Xiu became curious after hearing this and couldn't help but ask: "Who did he lose to?"
"I don't know." Jianghu Bai Xiaopang sighed: "I don't know, I really don't know. This should be regarded as a 'secret' that I will never understand in my life. It's really a pity. It's a pity! It's a pity!"
Zheng Xiu knew that Jianghu Baixiaosheng was a weirdo who regarded "secrets" as treasures. He valued "secrets" more than gold. This is why he became Jianghu Baixiaosheng.
When the two chatted quickly, everyone's eyes were pointed at Fan Yao. For a while, the knights who had retired to the world recognized this person one after another.
In the past ten years, Fan Yao's appearance has not changed much, perhaps because he practiced the "Yin Yang Reversal Sutra". The aging knights were uncertain for a while, as if they were remembering the grievances in the world ten years ago.
Fan Yao helplessly spread his hands and said with a calm expression: "When this matter is over, I will kill or behead you, please do as you please."
The old man laughed loudly, and the fine sand beneath everyone's feet set off layers of dense waves.
He flew up, picked up the fishing rod and spun around in the sky.
"Hey!"
The old man landed and squatted on the ground, laughing.
As the saying goes, you will know if a master is there as soon as he makes a move. The uncles and aunts present were all knights with high status in the world back then. Now, when the old man makes a move, people with eyesight can see it with cold sweat, only to realize later that they have gone all the way, then
An inconspicuous fisherman turned out to be a hidden master.
But what did he do?
When everyone was shocked and suspicious, feathers fell from the sky, and dozens of dead vultures fell like rain.
"Dead! All dead!" The old man clapped his hands happily and laughed.
Everyone's eyes widened.
His eyes flickered back and forth between Fan Yao and the old man.
"Who is this person?"
"What dream do you have?"
"What Meng Kong?"
"Why is the building empty?"
"What's Loumeng?"
"Can not remember!"
The crowd laughed and booed.
At this time, a middle-aged man with thinning hair slapped his head and said with a smile: "Who is this person? The old ladies at home told us not to worry about causing trouble when we go out, but to come back alive to warm the kang. Haha! Ten years!
Well, forget about it."
"That's right, my old lady didn't let me come out. When I heard that our country was in trouble, what did I do? I just wrote the divorce letter and threw it at home and left, so that my old lady wouldn't become a widow! Then guess what? I walked to
She chased me out halfway and said that she tore up the divorce certificate in front of me, crying and saying that she would not be a widow until she died, and she would dare to cheat on me if I dared to die! These women can really kick me in the face if they don't fight for a day!" Another
One person answered, with a warm smile on his face as he spoke, as if he had remembered something.
Zheng Xiu listened with emotion in his heart as the knights put aside their past grudges.
In fact, they don't necessarily give up completely, it's just that Fan Yao is very powerful, and if they really seek revenge, they may not be able to escape intact.
The reason why they can let go is simply because there are people and things in the distance that worry them more, that's all.
The old man was swinging his fishing rod on the yellow sand and talking nonsense.
Everyone quickly moved away for fear of being accidentally injured.
At this time, Zheng Xiu had a sharp eye and had been hungry for several days. He quickly pointed at the dead vultures on the ground: "Quick! There is a shortage of food in the valley, so get it while it's hot! Don't waste the hard work of your predecessors!"
The knights were busy picking up the fresh and hot vulture meat on the ground.
Xie Yunliu also joined the bird-picking team, muttering as he picked up: "My brother-in-law is really poor and fastidious, so I'm not too enthusiastic...it's okay!"
Despite the barrenness of the desert, these vultures are quite big. Each one has strong meat and weighs several kilograms with the bones and skin. The old fisherman Dugu Yibai casually brought more than a hundred kilograms of meat to everyone.
Alleviating today's urgent needs.
…
A group of knights performed Qinggong and came to the valley, lowering their bodies and lying down. The densely packed army in the distance was surging, and the sunlight reflected on the fine armor was dazzling and frightening.
Bulging military tents were set up in the distance, and soldiers from the Western Regions patrolled back and forth.
"It's far more than 10,000 people." Both Chu Chengfeng and Xie Yunliu had fought on the battlefield. They could roughly judge the number of people on the other side based on the naked eye and the number of smoke rising from the stove.
Xie Yunliu nodded and pointed into the distance: "Behind them, there were traces of the train wheels of the baggage trains, and horse hoof prints went deep all the way. They have a steady stream of supplies. If they want to win, they can only make a surprise attack at night, and scare them all at once.
The beating was so severe that I couldn’t breathe for a year and a half.”
Chu Chengfeng: "To capture the thief first, capture the king?"
Zheng Xiu shook his head: "I tried it. Firstly, the other general knew that there were people on our side who were good at bows, so he was alert and rarely showed up. Secondly, on our side, except for Xieluohe, no one could shoot that far.
The distance is just..."
Zheng Xiu said, his tone paused.
"It doesn't matter, I'll give it a try."
Xieluohe took a step forward, his giant bow fully drawn.
She closed her eyes and listened.
At first, everything was quiet in her ears, and then there were gradually many noisy sounds around her.
After a while, Xieluohe's fully drawn long bow began to tremble slightly.
"Forget it, don't force it."
Zheng Xiu smiled and gently stretched out his hand to caress the back of Xie Luohe's hand, asking her to stop.
Xie Luohe's eyes dimmed, he lowered his head, slowly loosened his bowstring, and said full of apology: "Husband, it's my fault."
"I don't blame you. You have been resisting for ten years. It's better to forget."
In fact, Zheng Xiu had already noticed that Xie Luohe's incredible bow skills were no longer good. When Zheng Xiu asked about it, Xie Luohe confessed that since she put down the bow, she could no longer grasp the secret. Zheng Xiu thought that it seemed reasonable, after all, she had been
They no longer follow the rules and their bow skills are not as good as before, which is not surprising.
As for the night attack that Chu Chengfeng said, it was even more a dream. On the first night they came here, they discovered that the enemy's temporary military camp was lit with torches everywhere as soon as night fell, making the night as bright as day.
Not to mention a living person, one can clearly see even a bird flying by.
The army of the Western Regions seems to have no idea that a group of martial arts heroes who have long since passed their time have arrived in Richan Valley.
In order not to expose this matter, Zheng Xiu could only eat the food secretly and keep the number of cooking pots open, so as not to let the sharp increase in the number of cooking smoke reveal their current true military strength.
On the third day when Chu Chengfeng’s chivalrous group arrived at Sunchan Valley.
The army of the Western Regions once again heard the sound of horns and drums, the battle flags were waving, and several hundred-man regiments charged towards Sun Cicada Valley, as if they were testing.
"Fire rockets!"
The people of Lieri tribe obeyed the command, lit their rockets one after another, and fired them towards the Western Region army.
However, even the rockets caused negligible damage to the well-equipped Western Region army. After several of the opponents fell, Zheng Xiu saw that the distance was close, and he cut his arm again in distress.
The great painter Gongsun put pen to paper and it came true, and the ferocious ghosts emerged from the rock wall alive. This scene shocked many people's jaws.
"The rumors are indeed true!"
"Folks are haunted!"
Someone whispered.
In the distance, when the hundreds of troops in the Western Region saw the ghosts floating out of the valley, they were frightened for a moment. Even if they had the advantage, they no longer wanted to fight. They raised their reins and a group of war camels ran back without turning back.
The dozens of fierce ghosts that Zheng Xiu worked so hard to draw dissipated in the air before they were completed.
"Brother Gongsun, you are using this blind trick..." Fatty Jiang muttered. He thought it was a blind trick and asked in a low voice, "Is it possible that you can't go too far?"
You are so fucking awesome.
The limitations of thaumaturgy can be seen at a glance.
Zheng Xiu couldn't laugh or cry and didn't answer. But the silence was equivalent to acquiescence. Fatty Jiang nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
From the reaction of the army of the Western Regions, he knew that he used thaumaturgy to defeat the army of the Western Regions on the first day. Looking back now, he shot himself in the foot. His thaumaturgy was so powerful and weird that it frightened the soldiers of the Western Regions.
Already.
The new general is not Atulu, and he does not know the secrets of strangers. He treats Zheng Xiu as a monster and would rather defend than take risks.
If it were placed in other battle situations, the disadvantaged side would be happy to see this result. But now they are clinging to Sunchan Valley. As the number of people increases, food and water sources have become a problem. Coupled with the desert weather
There are many changes. When they camped to the west in Richan Valley, they lost the natural barrier of Richan Valley. Once the wind and sand arrived, all of them would die.
"The night attack won't work! The force attack won't work! Defend those bastards and won't attack! They just run around the mouth of the valley all day long. What kind of rubbish is this? Are we really going to be eaten alive here?"
Three days ago, the old fisherman suddenly attacked the vultures in the sky and gave them a feast. But since then, the sky has been bare, and not a single bird dared to linger over the Sun Cicada Valley.
The water source is acceptable, but their food is in short supply. Even if they only eat half a meal, after Chu Chengfeng and others arrive, they can only hold on for five more days at most. After five days... food will be exhausted.
Once the food you can eat is exhausted, if you continue to persevere and you don't have enough physical strength, you will have no choice but to wait for death when the Western Region army actually attacks.
Xie Yunliu scratched his bald head and yelled irritably. As the newly appointed General Pingxi, this stalemate situation made him extremely frustrated.
Once inside, this situation can be described as more than "aggrieved".
He was yelling and complaining, but he didn't notice that his words reminded several young ladies who had already been married, and they all blushed.
"Brother, stop talking." Xie Luohe remembered something, spat, and with lightning speed, lightly patted Xie Yunliu's bald head, knocking him out.
"Hiccup~" Xie Yunliu rolled his eyes and stopped.
"etc."
Although Xie Yunliu passed out, his complaining words suddenly reminded Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu suddenly turned around and glanced at the fat and bald knights, and suddenly remembered the scene when they competed in Qinggong on Hidden Sword Mountain.
"You...have been idle for ten years, how is your Qinggong now?"
At night.
The military camps in the Western Regions were vast and full of bonfires.
Looking from a distance, they occupied Richan Town, as if it was a city that never sleeps under the dark night.
The bright firelight made the place as bright as day.
On the peaks on both sides of Richan Valley.
A group of has-been knights, headed by Chu Chengfeng, put on their long-lost black clothes. Even though they had retired from the martial arts for many years, they all prepared a suit in their luggage before heading west. As people in the martial arts, even if they have passed away.
Those who are exhausted will always feel out of place once they re-enter the martial arts world without a set of night clothes.
The black night clothes are hidden in the night, and everyone only shows two bright eyes. Knights, you look at me, I look at you, some try hard to put in their belly, and the heroines hold out their chests and abdomen, here we are
At this time, no one wants to let themselves return to the heroic appearance of youth. Because the years have passed, the appearance is no longer, the figure is out of shape and the taste is lost.
"Brother, your bald head is too bright." Xie Yunliu's head was bald and reflected light. Xie Luohe was speechless and pressed a black hat that matched the night clothes on Xie Yunliu's head.
"are you ready?"
Zheng Xiu sat cross-legged on the ground, with a basin of fine sand in front of him, and asked in a deep voice.
The knights immediately shut up and made all kinds of strange code gestures on their hands, which were universal.
Zheng Xiu didn't understand it, but he knew that they seemed to have agreed. So, Zheng Xiu nodded, bit his finger, and dropped a drop of blood on the sand table. Seeing Zheng Xiu's actions, he stood on the Xieluo River behind him.
Showing distress.
The sand in this sand table has been placed by Zheng Xiu for many years, and it has been soaked with Zheng Xiu's blood. Now the fresh blood is dripping, the two echo, and the medium is connected. A hazy blood light emerges on the sand table, and in the dark night
It's quite charming, like a small flower bush blooming on a dry desert.
The sand in the sandbox instantly came to life, and each grain trembled slightly. Zheng Xiu slapped his palms on both sides of the sandbox, and the sand in the sandbox immediately flew in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes, changing various shapes flexibly.
First, they turned into little people, then into small swords. Finally, all the fine sand formed long thin needles, standing neatly in front of Zheng Xiu like a forest of needles.
Such a weird "trick" made the scalps of the eager knights tingle. They usually only heard about many strange things in the world, but now the weirdest thing happened in front of them, making the knights frightened and frightened.
Most of them are sighs.
After cutting his wrist again, Zheng Xiu's face turned paler. His upper body shook slightly, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
When he waved the Luo He pen, the pen tip made of Xie Luo He's hair seemed like a dry sponge, instantly sucking up the blood gushing from his wrist, and the pen tip glowed with scarlet blood.
"Threading the needle."
The tip of the pen strokes across, forming thin lines in front of the body. The thin lines twist like snakes and are strung together with countless thin needles.
"go!"
A medium of thaumaturgy, the heart moves at will, and the mind moves at will. Zheng Xiu pointed his finger, and countless fine needles shot into the depths of the night, hiding in the night.
The ends of the "red lines" were connected to Zheng Xiu's body one after another. The almost undetectable red lines were getting farther and farther away, and more and more red lines were connected to Zheng Xiu's body. Finally, all the red lines suddenly tightened, and Zheng Xiu took a deep breath.
Urgently, gritting his teeth: "Let's go!"
Some people looked at the thin line with fear on their faces, worrying whether it could bear their weight.
Chu Chengfeng and Xie Yunliu smiled slightly, took a step forward, and prepared to step onto the red line.
But there was one person who was faster than them. Fan Yao stood up and flew out, with his toes touching the red line. There were many afterimages behind him, and he was far away in the blink of an eye.
"I'm going to go!"
The number one in the weapons list in the past, the crazy fisherman, put the fishing rod on his shoulder. At this moment, the silly smile on his face disappeared, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, and he stepped on the red line.
"If Dugu is defeated, go and come back!"
When more and more knights saw this, they no longer hesitated, used Qing Kung, and quickly flew along the red line into the night.
The more knights that are carried on the red line, Zheng Xiu's body will make a sound, and if there are more knights, it will make another sound, making a crisp sound.
In the end, Zheng Xiu's mouth overflowed with blood.
"Husband?"
Xie Luohe saw the pressure on Zheng Xiu and said worriedly.
"It doesn't matter." Zheng Xiu wiped the corners of his mouth and said with a casual smile, "Don't underestimate your man."