Volume 1: Storm in the Western Region Chapter 22: Hard to get out of jail
The hidden weapon was shot from the hand of the second oldest brother, Wang Yuanshan.
Yun Shanluan's garbled words refer to the various hidden weapons he carries and the various hidden weapon techniques.
When an ordinary person throws a weapon, there will only be a real force. But Wang Yunshan can also attach a virtual force to the hidden weapon.
It is much more difficult to cultivate virtual strength than real strength. When you reach the level of proficiency and use it to face the enemy, it will naturally be several times higher and cannot be compared to the same level.
Because after all, real strength still belongs to the outer level of kung fu, and it must be touched to be effective. If the enemy is far away, it will lose its effect.
Once Xu Jin is practiced, even if you are ten steps away and pointed from afar, the energy will pop out from your fingertips without a trace or trace.
It is easy to dodge open guns but hard to defend against hidden arrows. The three brothers cooperated tacitly and advanced and retreated appropriately. For a while, both Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong felt very troublesome.
Inadvertently, Yuan Mingkong discovered that the partition wall between the private rooms did not seem to be strong, so he punched it with all his strength.
There was a loud "boom" sound.
A big hole appeared in the partition wall!
"This way!"
Yuan Mingkong shouted to Zhao Rang.
In the private room next door, several nobles from the Lan Mo Kingdom were drinking and having fun. Facing the sudden collapse of the wall, they all froze in place, not knowing why.
But the three brothers did not expect that Yuan Mingkong would find another way and punch through the wall.
They originally thought that by guarding the door and using the three of them to work together to slowly kill off Zhao Rang and the others, they would be able to capture Zhao Rang and others alive and demand the antidote.
Now seeing that Yuan Mingkong had jumped from the private room to the next door with his sister, he suddenly panicked.
Zhao Rang glanced at the hole in the wall with his peripheral vision and gave Wang Yunshan, the second son, a feint in the face.
When he tilted his head to dodge, he threw the scabbard hard at the boss Wang Yuanshan, blocking the edge of his sword.
As for Lao San's grappling skills, they have to be close to him to be effective.
At this moment, the distance between the two parties has been widened, so there is no need to worry.
The private room next door happens to be along the street.
Seeing Zhao Rang escape, Yuan Mingkong punched the window of Yajian again. The three of them filed out of the window and completely escaped from Xiangtengzhong.
People were coming and going on the street, and many merchants brought horse and camel teams.
Suddenly three people fell from the sky, causing pedestrians and caravans on the street to fall into chaos.
Zhao Rang took this opportunity to use horses and camels to cover his body, rolled on the spot, got into the alley next to him, and then ran forward non-stop.
After running for about a while, I heard silence behind me and no one was chasing me, and then I slowly stood still.
"It's fucking amazing!"
Zhao Rang leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
If Yuan Mingkong hadn't smashed the partition wall in time, it would still be a question whether he could get out of Xiangtengju today.
"Stop scolding me, let's find a place to stay first!"
Yuan Mingkong was also panting.
After Zhao Rang's breathing stabilized a little, he looked around and decided that he had to get out of the alley and onto the road first.
In these small alleys, there are private houses on both sides, and there is nothing. They are so twisted that it is impossible to tell the direction.
Based on the time they ran before, they should be far away from Xiangtengju.
After all, it is also the royal capital of Lan Mo Kingdom, so Xiang Teng Ju will not be the only restaurant.
The three of them walked to the street and soon saw an inn.
The horse hoof prints at the door are messy, and there must be a caravan living inside.
"Just stay here and stop wandering on the streets for now!"
Zhao Rang said.
There had just been a fierce fight, and the three of them had exhausted a lot of energy. Especially Zhao Rang, who had been shot with so many knives, and now his arms were a little weak. He just wanted to lie down on the soft bed and have a good sleep.
After entering the inn, Yuan Mingkong asked the waiter in Western dialect, but the waiter could speak fluent Dawei dialect.
"You speak so powerfully. Without looking at your appearance, I would have thought you were from the North!"
The store clerk was very happy when Zhao Rang praised him and said:
"There are a lot of caravans coming and going from the north, so I just learned a little bit. Isn't it more convenient to do business!"
The biggest obstacle for Dawei people coming to the Western Regions is language.
Now, those who can do big business in the Western Regions, including Mr. Wang San, are the first batch of powerful people who have learned the dialect of the Western Regions.
Once you master the language, you have the foundation to establish yourself here. Otherwise, you won’t even be able to understand what the other person is saying, let alone doing business, and you won’t even be able to order a dish at a restaurant.
The room was located on the second floor, and the three of them stood at the door of their respective rooms. Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong looked at each other, feeling tired.
"Let's take a rest first, there's no rush in this matter!"
Zhao Rang said.
I thought today's trip to Xiangtengju would be easy, but unexpectedly, there were many complications.
After entering the room, Zhao Rang looked at the streets outside through the window. When he saw that it was still calm, he closed the window and felt relieved.
I stretched my arms and felt very uncomfortable.
The wind and sand in the Western Regions are so strong that if you sweat a little or the wind blows, the sand will stick to you, as if there are countless bugs lying on your body.
Seeing that there was water in the room, Zhao Rang took off his clothes, picked up the towel on the shelf, soaked it, and wiped his body.
The water here is very valuable.
Even in the best hotels, if you want to take a comfortable bath, you have to pay extra.
I have heard from people who have been here at home that in the early years of the Western Region, some tribes would even fight over a well. In the end, the water in the well was dyed red with blood and had to settle for several days before it could be eaten.
use.
Being able to have a basin of water to wipe yourself with now is already an excellent treat!
After tidying himself up a little, Zhao Rang no longer felt sleepy.
Sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed, looking at his knife, a little distracted.
Thinking back to the fierce fight just now, when Wang Yunshan managed to deflect his own blade with just a bone-penetrating nail, I felt a little uncomfortable...
As we all know, practicing swordsmanship starts with imitation.
The master strikes out with a sword, and the apprentice imitates the same, and follows with another strike. However, such a sword has its shape but no spirit.
Only after you gradually get used to the feeling of holding a knife can you gradually realize the mystery contained in these moves.
Take the Zhao family's "Four-stage Sword" as an example. Although it is called four-stage, it can be superimposed infinitely.
Zhao Rang relied on his extraordinary talent and excellent understanding, so he didn't take it seriously after he mastered this sword technique.
He felt that the sword moves must be fierce and unparalleled!
If one sword comes out, the world will be at peace.
However, "Four Dao Sword", a sword technique that pays more attention to artistic conception, is still too conservative.
After all, when facing an enemy, there is often no chance for a second blow.
Only those martial arts students who perform tricks on the stage will come and go, pretending to exchange tricks for a long time.
But Wang Yunshan's weak energy made Zhao Rang feel that his previous ideas might be a bit too simple...
The biggest problem with my swordsmanship at present is that it is strong enough but not powerful enough.
At first glance, this seems contradictory.
Now that we have strength, how can we lack strength?
But from the fierce fight just now, Zhao Rang realized that the fierce sword skills actually wasted a lot of energy.
It may seem powerful, but it cannot concentrate all its strength on one point.
The reason why Wang Qingshan was able to use a three-inch-long bone-penetrating nail to swing away his own blade was precisely because he concentrated his energy on the tip of the hidden weapon, and then suddenly exploded the moment Zhao Rang's blade came into contact.
"If the four layers of strength of the four-stage sword and the layered artistic conception are all brought together, will this effect be achieved?"
Although he had this idea, Zhao Rang ignored a key point.
That was the hidden weapon Wang Yunshan used, the bone-penetrating nail, which was originally very different from the knife.
If Zhao Rang had used a sword, it might have been easier.
But he used a knife.
No matter how short the knife is, it is still as long as a forearm. If you want to do this, Zhao Rang's current cultivation level is still a bit reluctant...
After thinking for a long time, he had an idea but didn't know how to do it. Feeling dizzy, Zhao Rang decided to take a nap.
As a result, as soon as my head hit the pillow, I heard a noise and commotion coming from the street outside the window.
Zhao Rang stood up and opened the window slightly. Through the gap, he saw a strong man on the street, riding on a horse, shouting and shouting. The three characters "Xiang Teng Ju" were written on the back of his clothes.
"Did you fucking see clearly! Is it here?"
A thin boy was very afraid of him. When he heard the question, he shrank his head and arched his back, and answered hesitantly:
"You can see it clearly! The three of them are coming this way!"
Zhao Rang recognized this clerk as the one who came to support them when they entered Xiangtengju.
Except for Mr. Wang San and his three names, this person was the only one who remembered Zhao Rang and their faces the most clearly. No wonder he was taken out to search for them.
"If you can't find it, you have something nice to look at!"
The strong man raised the whip in his hand and threatened.
Zhao Rang usually couldn't stand such a bastard who bullies the weak and fears the strong.
Unfortunately, now is not the time to be impulsive, so I can only hide behind the window and watch quietly.
"What a fucking coward!"
Zhao Rang couldn't help but also cursed.
The people who lived in the Xiangteng residence on the street went back and forth several times without finding any trace, and finally they could only leave in frustration.
Zhao Rang, who had been spying behind the window, was enjoying watching it!
I feel like this strong man has grown in body but not in brains!
Directly opposite him, there was such a big inn, but no one even knew to come over and ask.
"The reason he didn't come to ask was because this inn is run by people from the Western Regions, and they didn't know that the waiters could speak powerful words, so they took it for granted that we wouldn't stay in an inn owned by people from the Western Regions."
Zhao Rang turned around and saw Yuan Mingkong entering the house at some point.
Remembering that I was still shirtless, I quickly pulled the quilt over and covered myself.
"They are all grown men, why are you ashamed?"
Yuan Mingkong said with disgust.
"I'm not ashamed, I'm just worried about you!"
"And don't you know you have to knock before entering a house?"
Yuan Ming spread his hands and said:
"You didn't close the door, so I walked in directly!"
Zhao Rang's Adam's apple moved up and down, not knowing what to say to choke back his words.
"Okay, let's just let those minions keep talking nonsense. So what if they find us? Why don't we talk about something serious."
Yuan Mingkong threw Zhao Rang's clothes on the chair to him, sat down and said.
"Do you still remember that Mr. Wang San suddenly became poisonous when he was talking about something?"