Volume 1: The Rising Storm in the Western Regions Chapter 73: That’s it
Ximen Dazhuang rushed in and ran straight towards Zhao Rang. He did not avoid the coffins blocking his way, and punched them one by one, smashing them to pieces.
"Brother Rang! I'm coming!"
Seeing Ximen Dazhuang's posture like a god descending from heaven, Zhao Rang suddenly regretted... He regretted why he was the one who stayed in the house just now and not Ximen Dazhuang!
Although the hunchback's flying knives are extremely fast, the best thing about hidden weapons is "skill". Only by seizing the best opportunity and attacking him unprepared can he achieve miraculous results. If he had thrown the two flying knives at Zhao Rang at the beginning
Come on, I'm afraid the consequences will have to be discussed elsewhere. It's a pity that he wasted this best opportunity and then made the same mistake again and again!
A person who uses a concealed weapon does not want to distance himself from his opponent, but instead goes crazy and uses his body as a weapon to compete with his strength. The end result will obviously be tragic.
"Come on, lift him up like this and turn him over."
Zhao Rang asked Ximen Dazhuang to grab the hunchback's collar, lift it up, and then turn his body around, so that he could be completely controlled.
"Okay, let me draw the sword!"
Ximen Dazhuang had already grasped his collar with one hand.
Zhao Rang's knife was still stuck in the ground, pinning the hunchback's hands firmly.
However, the handle of the knife was still held in the hunchback's mouth, and Zhao Rang was in trouble. He didn't know how to solve this problem for a while.
Ximen Dazhuang chuckled, reached out and broke off a wooden board on the lid of the coffin next to him, and said to Zhao Rang:
"Wouldn't it be better to just stuff the wooden block in? And I don't think this old guy will commit suicide. He must have a lot to say!"
Zhao Rang felt that what Ximen Dazhuang said made sense. As long as the two of them cooperated closely and inserted the wooden board into the knife handle the moment it was pulled out, the hunchback would probably not have time to react.
The two counted three times, Ximen Dazhuang lifted the hunchback, Zhao Rang took advantage of the situation and drew his sword, and then immediately stuffed the wooden board in.
The whole process went smoothly without any pause, as if it was done by one person, except that no one in this world can be born with four arms and four hands.
The wooden board was broken by Ximen Dazhuang with great strength, and there were many irregular stubbles on the edges. When it was stuffed into the hunchback's mouth, the corners of his mouth and upper jaw were all punctured, and blood mixed with saliva remained uncontrollably.
He screamed in pain!
Zhao Rang was upset after hearing this, so he pointed at his head and motioned to Ximen Dazhuang to give him a blow.
Ximen Dazhuang is always willing to help with such things, even if Zhao Rang doesn't say anything, he will take the initiative to do it.
Immediately, he slapped the hunchback hard on the head, causing the hunchback's big neck to tilt to the side.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Rang quickly stopped Ximen Dazhuang's next palm and said:
"Do you know what propriety is?"
Ximen Dazhuang said innocently:
"Brother, you have to speak with your conscience. You asked me to hit you just now!"
Zhao Rang said angrily:
"I asked you to calm him down, but I didn't want him to lose his life completely! Just give him a slap with all your strength, and two more slaps, can't you twist his neck into a knot?"
Ximen Dazhuang buckled his head and laughed sheepishly, feeling that he had indeed been overly excited just now. That slap took at least eight points, not to mention giving all his strength.
"Who makes this old bastard so impatient!"
Ximen Dazhuang still made up for himself, but the name he called hunchback had changed from old guy to old bastard!
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Rang also felt a little strange.
Putting aside his throwing knives, this hunchback is a bit too weak!
And he kept saying that Xiaolan was his sister.
You must know that Xiaolan's double knives almost made Zhao Rang hate the existence of Northwest. As his elder brother, in addition to throwing out two throwing knives that can be used for a look, he has to cultivate but not cultivate, and he has to have strength but not strength.
Could it be that he relies on talking nonsense and having a loud voice?
Combined with what the deputy shopkeeper said, this hunchback must have been here earlier than the opening of the Tongbao Bank branch. Even if he and Xiaolan are really brothers and sisters, what is the purpose of these two people coming here?
Especially Xiaolan, who deliberately tried to get into the semicolon. With her skills, she was willing to serve others as a maid. She has been doing this for more than a year. If the secret was revealed, it would be shattered.
Half the sky in the Western Region!
The hunchback fell silent for a while, and Ximen Dazhuang carried him like a broken sack, and walked out of the room full of coffins with Zhao Rang.
Zhao Rang took a deep look at the deputy shopkeeper standing at the door, and suddenly slashed his throat with his palm knife.
The deputy shopkeeper didn't hesitate at all. He twisted his shoulders and used his dodge steps with his feet. At the same time, he put the two fingers of his right hand together with the sword, and pointed it towards Zhao Rang's arm from bottom to top. It was like a clean sword cut!
Zhao Rang's sword stopped three inches away from his throat, but the deputy shopkeeper's sword finger was only two and a half inches away from Zhao Rang's arm!
This shows that the deputy shopkeeper’s sword is faster than Zhao Rang’s sword!
If the two of them had used real swords, half of Zhao Rang's arm would have been pierced.
But then again, Zhao Rang didn't try his best, so it's still unclear whether he will actually encounter such a situation.
Zhao Rang's move was just to prove an idea in his mind. That is, the deputy shopkeeper has been practicing martial arts and may be a master of swordsmanship!
Using the palm knife to test, firstly, is to feel his foundation. After all, cultivation is dead, but moves are living. Although cultivation is the foundation of martial arts, if there are no matching moves, then this foundation cannot be used.
come out!
The running-in of moves cannot be achieved overnight. In Ye Sanniang's courtyard in King Lanmo City, Zhao Rang was stuck in the inherent routine of moves and was repeatedly frustrated by a pair of chopsticks in Ye Sanniang's hands! Later!
On the way to Chagan Toluogai, I used the two bandits with good skills as whetstones. This was enough to absorb most of what Ye Sanniang taught me, but it was still far from being able to fully comprehend it.
situation.
But the deputy shopkeeper’s reaction was beyond Zhao Rang’s expectation!
Zhao Rang was sure that he did not let the opponent notice anything before taking action. But the deputy shopkeeper not only dodged it, but also counterattacked it!
This is the reaction and intuition that can only be accumulated in the constant struggle of life and death.
His body already has the corresponding memory, and when he encounters such an attack, he will know how to deal with it.
This kind of reaction is completely subconscious. In a sense, it is close to the "potential" that Ye Sanniang calls. It's just that the body's subconscious is still very different from the completely ethereal subconscious.
A difference of half an inch can determine a person's life or death. In martial arts, whether it is swords or fists and kicks, a slight mistake can make a difference a thousand miles.
The greater purpose of Zhao Rang's move is to tell the deputy shopkeeper that he has seen through him thoroughly, so there is no need to pretend anymore. As long as he is honest and obedient and doesn't cause any trouble, he will not lose his benefits when the matter is over. .
A person with such skills is willing to be a waiter, just like Xiaolan is willing to be a maid, there must be a reason that no one can refuse.
Zhao Rang will not inquire, nor does he want to know. Because these have nothing to do with him, knowing too much will bring all kinds of worries. The less a person knows, the more decisive he can make decisions! Even if he is sometimes reckless, , there’s no problem. It’s much better than cutting constantly and making things messy.
When the deputy shopkeeper saw Zhao Rang retracting his sword, he also loosened his sword fingers.
The two looked at each other and smiled, understanding each other tacitly.
After a moment of silence, the deputy shopkeeper finally spoke:
"I didn't kill anyone!"
Zhao Rang answered casually:
"I know."
After receiving Zhao Rang's affirmative answer, the deputy shopkeeper said:
"I don't know what Shen Liushu is doing either. What he really wants to do will not be told to anyone."
Zhao Rang still answered casually:
"I know."
What Zhao Rang knows is the judgment he makes based on his own intuition. With some people, you can tell whether they are trustworthy and whether they can be trusted by just one look at them. Although sometimes this intuition is not accurate, Zhao Rang is very confident about himself. very confident.
Sure enough, the deputy shopkeeper's temperament suddenly changed after he tried to stop it with Zhao!
Before, he had always held his chest close to his shoulders, lowered his eyebrows, and flattered his eyes. Now he has straight waist, broad shoulders, slightly raised chin, slightly pursed corners of his mouth, and an extremely calm look on his face, just like a man from the north A frozen lake in winter. You can only see the blue and green colors below through the ice, but you can't see any other details.
The solidified water surface is different from the flowing one. It becomes more silent and more mysterious. Whoever wants to take a peek must first break open the thick layer of ice.
The deputy shopkeeper was now surrounded by ice shells, but he did not refuse people thousands of miles away. He nodded to Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang, then walked to the front and said:
"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Ximen, shall we return the semicolon?"
After getting Zhao Rang's permission, he turned around, led the way, and said at the same time:
"After I get back, I will arrange for guards and men to come here to carry the coffin for the burial of the Zhong family class. Then I will personally come and explore the house inside and outside. If I find anything, I will report it to the two young masters inside!"
Zhao Rang said a good word calmly.
Ximen Dazhuang was a little puzzled.
Although the deputy shopkeeper still calls himself "younger" and calls them both "gongzi", his tone, pauses and stress have all changed.
"Sometimes after pretending for a long time, you will feel that you are like that. If you suddenly change back, you have to adapt."
Zhao Rang explained.
The hunchback held by Ximen Dazhuang moved slightly.
The slap just now really made him dizzy. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was being held in the hands of that terrifying strong man. He immediately closed his eyes tightly again and pretended to continue to be unconscious.
Unfortunately, he was still a step too late. Ximen Dazhuang had already felt the movement of his body just now, and raised his big palm high again, and then slapped him crisply on the back of the head.
Even the deputy shopkeeper walking in front began to feel a little sorry for the hunchback... There must be few people in the world who have experienced the feeling of being slapped on the head twice in a row.