Even if Zhao Rang was not a hero, he was definitely not a reckless man, so he calmly returned the sword to its sheath.
Seeing this, the bearded man raised his hand and waved, and the archers immediately disappeared and disappeared without a trace.
"this way please!"
Zhao Rang followed behind the bearded man, deliberately leaning to the side, and the distance between the two of them was always about ten feet away.
There were ambushes on both sides of the archers just now. Even if they disappeared now, they probably did not leave, but followed them all the time, listening to the bearded man's orders.
Only by trying your best to stick to the side can you enter the blind spot of the archer on one side. In this way, the pressure will be at least doubled.
As for the bearded man, as soon as he met Zhao Rang, he could see that his martial arts level was around the fifth level, which was on par with his own. With the current distance, even if the bearded man made any changes, he would have enough time to react.
However, the bearded man was not wearing a blouse, and his waist was tightened, and he did not carry a weapon. Zhao Rang looked at his hands again. The knuckles were thick, especially the backs of the hands, which were extremely rough and thick, as if they were covered with a layer of scales. They should be
He also used a head-on foreign boxing technique similar to the "Golden Bell Shield".
After turning several turns along the twisty alley, the bearded man led him to a courtyard without a door.
The bearded man signaled Zhao Rang to wait at the door for a moment. After a while, a burst of Western dialect came from the yard. Zhao Rang couldn't understand the content, but his tone was calm and there was no violent fluctuation.
"Please come in!"
After almost a cup of tea, the conversation in the yard stopped, and the bearded man reappeared at the door, asking Zhao Rang to come in.
There is a three-story building in the courtyard.
In this city, there are basically one-story flat-roofed houses built with earth blocks, so this three-story building is very eye-catching. However, its location is quite remote, so that Zhao Rang
Never noticed it before.
On the left and right sides of the courtyard entrance stood a swordsman covered with a black scarf. The long sword was half the height of the body, leaning on the ground, holding the end of the sword hilt with both hands. The black scarf covering his face was decorated with silver in the upper right corner.
The thread is embroidered with a falcon flying in the sky, with its vertical claws dripping with blood, which is extremely majestic.
Zhao Rang felt that the appearance of this eagle was very familiar, and he should have seen it somewhere, but suddenly he couldn't remember it, and he was a little lost for a while.
"Is there anything wrong?"
The bearded man saw Zhao Rang stop and turned around and asked.
Zhao Rang withdrew his eyes and asked:
"Who are you?"
The bearded man smiled and replied:
"My master will tell you."
After thinking about it, I felt that what I said was too absolute, so I added:
"I should have told you."
The two of them walked into the small building one after another, and the bearded man took him up to the second floor.
There is only one room on the second floor, and the door is closed.
"The master is inside."
After the bearded man said this, he put his right hand on his chest again, bowed to him, and then turned around and left.
After the bearded figure disappeared at the top of the stairs, Zhao Rang faced the door.
His knife was still hanging on his waist and he had not handed it over.
It seems that the bearded owner is either confident or jealous and confident.
However, considering the swordsmen standing guard at the entrance of the courtyard and the dozens of archers who had ambushed earlier, this move was normal and not surprising. It can only be said that this "master" must have a strong background.
After knocking on the door three times, Zhao Rang immediately opened the door and entered without hesitation.
The room was filled with the strong fragrance of ink. A gentle and elegant young man dressed as a prince from the Central Plains was sitting behind a long table, holding a book in his hand. On the table were words that had just been written and the ink was still wet.
"Brother Zhao, what do you think of my handwriting?"
Although this person is dressed as a young man from the Central Plains, his eyebrows, eyes and nose still have obvious characteristics of those from the Western Regions.
However, he should have lived in the Central Plains for a long time.
Because not only can he write good calligraphy, but Zhao Rang can't tell any accent in his speech. If you don't look at his face, he is no different from a northerner.
Looking at the words on the paper, Zhao Rang's eyes suddenly became serious, but he still said:
“Well written!”
Hearing Zhao Rang praising himself, the young man was very happy and asked:
"But what's missing?"
Zhao Rang sneered, stretched out his right hand and said:
"Anyway, I can't write such words with this hand. I can only use a knife!"
After hearing this, the young man smiled and touched his nose embarrassedly:
"I heard that Brother Zhao is a good drinker, but it's better to keep your head clear when talking about things. How about we drink some tea first to replace the drunkenness?"
Zhao Rang silently pulled out the chair across from the long table and sat down, but he didn't touch the tea in front of him.
"Xia Xifeng, I met Brother Zhao!"
Zhao Rang looked at the words on the desk and asked:
"The strong west wind?"
The young man nodded and said:
"Exactly!"
"The person who is guarding the door for you downstairs is the Blood Eagle Warrior?"
The young man replied:
"Brother Zhao, why do you ask questions when you know everything?"
He spoke neither hastily nor slowly, and his expression was extremely polite and gentle, but Zhao Rang's spirit became increasingly tense.
Seeing the words "West Wind Lie", Zhao Rang suddenly remembered the origin of the eagle embroidered on the swordsman's scarf.
The people of the Western Regions have always regarded the eagle as their totem, and only the most courageous martial arts practitioners among them can be awarded the title of Flying Eagle Warrior.
To obtain such a title, you must not only be outstanding among your peers, but also be proficient in riding, archery, swordsmanship, and swordsmanship.
Zhao Rang knew that the thirty-six kingdoms in the Western Regions, even the largest Shangsi Kingdom, only had a few hundred flying eagle warriors.
This is an honor, and it does not bring any substantial benefits or changes to the person who receives this title. Only those who are proficient in martial arts in the Western Regions will be flocking to this title.
It was not until Dawei unified the Central Plains that the country became rich and the people were strong. Therefore, he strengthened his army and stared at the Western Regions. As a result, the Western Regions felt unprecedented pressure and had no choice but to compromise. The upper four countries took the lead and established the Western Regions Business Alliance to trade with Dawei.
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At first, this move was just a stop-gap measure to delay Dawei's westward advance. However, as Dawei was split into two and the national strength was no longer what it was before, the four countries in the Western Region also had their own ambitions.
For this reason, on the basis of the Western Regions Merchant Alliance, the leaders of the four countries established an organization called Xifeng Lie, which only took orders from the four of them, and selected the best from the flying eagle warriors of each country for their dispatch.
The "Blood Eagle Warrior" Zhao Rang saw at the door just now.
The young man in front of Zhao Rang had a Blood Eagle warrior as his gatekeeper and called himself "Xifeng". He was undoubtedly the leader of Xifeng Lie at that time and the actual controller of the Western Region Merchant Alliance.
"What does a big shot like you want from me?"
Zhao Rang asked.
But he was murmuring in his heart, could it be that Xifeng liked the girl he had been drinking with before, and when he saw the girl holding hands with him on the street, he became jealous and insisted on killing his own power.
West Wind shook his head like a rattle and said:
"If Brother Zhao is not a big shot, then there will be no big shot in the whole city!"
Zhao Rang grabbed the conversation and said:
"You don't think I'm the descendant of some Northern Sword King, do you?"
West Wind said:
"Of course not! How can the descendants of Shang Shiyi be compared with Brother Zhao? The recent group of clowns are all a group of ignorant people. According to our words, they are called spoons!"
"spoon?"
Zhao Rang thought this word was a bit interesting.
It was a novel way to describe people, and he had never heard of it before.
"It's just that it's sick and it doesn't work very well!"
Xifeng pointed to his head and said.
"I almost forgot, I have a gift for Brother Zhao!"
Pointing to his head, Xifeng suddenly remembered something.
He turned around and opened a secret compartment on the wall behind him. There was a brocade box neatly placed inside. After taking it out, he placed it on the long table and pushed it towards Zhao Rang.
Zhao Rang didn't think there was anything good in this box.
Especially when he saw that one corner of the brocade box was soaked in blood.
"It's a gift, but it's a little light, but at least it can show my goodwill and sincerity!"
Zhao Rang used his nails to open the latch of the brocade box with some disgust.
What was inside was as expected—a human head!
It's hard to say that we knew this person Zhao Rang, but he was definitely not a stranger.
If he hadn't brought a group of unscrupulous robbers to force Jin Sanliang to make friends, the rumor that Zhao Rang was the descendant of Shang Shiyi, the sword king of the North, would not have spread.
Zhao Rangben was prepared that they would come again at any time, but he didn't expect that this person had already moved his head.
"When will the injustice be repaid?"
Zhao Rang suddenly sighed with emotion.
After hearing this, Xifeng bowed his hands and said:
"Brother Zhao's magnanimity is indeed extraordinary, Xi Feng is ashamed!"
Zhao Rang closed the brocade box and explained:
"No, it's a pity that I can no longer know the reason for the enmity between him and Shang Shiyi."
He remembered that in order to win over Jin Sanliang, this man openly said that Shang Shiyi had cuckolded him. Then his unrelenting revenge should have a more exciting story. He had to admire this Bei
The King of Jingdao shows mercy at all times, and even keeps an eye on the girl who has a master.
Zhao Rang couldn't help but feel angry when he thought that he would never know about such a rare pleasure again.
But as soon as he thought about it, Zhao Rang thought that if there was one person in the world who knew about this, it must be Shang Shi! As long as he found him and asked him clearly, wouldn't he still be happy? So he felt relieved again.
Xifeng saw that Zhao Rang's face was uncertain and wondered what was wrong with him, but seeing that he was happy in the end, he avoided asking.
"Tell me, why did you come to me? You can't just show me a dead head!"
Zhao Rang was in a good mood and actually took the initiative to ask.
However, Xifeng pretended to be secretive again, holding a long tone and saying in a mysterious way:
"Brother Zhao, please wait for me to finish what I have to say!"
Zhao Rang had no choice but to suppress his temper and asked:
"If you have something to say, talk about it! If you don't have wine here, I can't sit still!"
Xifeng laughed and said:
"As long as Brother Zhao patiently listens to what I have to say, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, I will definitely take care of the best Western Spring!"