"Is there anything like a hairpin? I don't think you have one on your head." Zhao Changhe suddenly asked.
"Yes, I have it in my bag." Cui Yuanyang didn't know what he was using it for. He took out a gold hairpin from the small package in his arms and asked, "Will this work?"
Sure enough, it is a woman's bag. It is the same in both worlds. It looks small and has everything just like Doraemon's pocket.
"Okay." Zhao Changhe grabbed the hairpin, chopped off the sharp end with a steel knife, and quickly left the cabin. After thinking about it, he felt that this heavy steel knife was not convenient underwater, so he stayed on the ship and continued
I went to get a thin knife for picking fish, stuck it in my waistband, and plunged into the water.
Cui Yuanyang hurriedly went to control the boat. Only then did he see the scene that Zhao Changhe was talking about. There were indeed many boats approaching in shadow behind him. The originally peaceful river had an inexplicable sense of oppression like a water war. It was indeed abnormal no matter how you looked at it.
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Several of the ships were very close, and seemed to be within range of the arrows.
Not to mention whether the fish is poisonous or not, even if it is not poisonous, if you are really enjoying the fish there, your family will be able to eat it before long...
Cui Yuanyang anxiously rowed the boat to the other side, his eyes glancing at the ripples on the water from time to time, wondering what happened to Zhao Changhe in the water...
No, he, can he swim?
In the testable career of Zhao Changhe, Zhaocuo, Luojiazhuang, and Beimang were all places with only Qingxi and Shuitanzi.
No one knows why Zhao Changhe can swim, but Zhao Changhe can really swim, and his water quality is quite good...
He plunged into the water, and sure enough, at first glance he saw the captain at the bottom of the boat, taking out a chisel to work. It was not convenient to work underwater, and the captain's chisel only opened a shallow hole, and Zhao Changhe entered the water.
The sound had startled him, and he was extremely surprised when he turned around.
Did Zhao Changhe's alertness and decisiveness really come from a young man who just came out of the world? If he is not an old man in the world, then there is only one possibility: he was born a man in the world.
The thought flashed past, and the captain showed a hint of ferocity, abandoned the bottom of the boat, pulled out a waterspike and swam towards Zhao Changhe.
Whether you can swim or not and your underwater ability are two different things. Not to mention anything else, just being able to open your eyes underwater requires deliberate practice. How could Zhao Changhe deliberately practice this? Not to mention breathing and holding his breath underwater.
Tengnuo, they are people who make a living on the water. Even their martial arts are adapted to these. They can hold their breath longer and use the power of the water flow more smoothly. Even if the land gods come, they have to stay in the water!
Sure enough, when he arrived in front of Zhao Changhe, he stabbed out the water-splitting thorn. Zhao Changhe pulled out the fish knife and pushed it away. With one movement, he could clearly feel Zhao Changhe's jerkiness under the water. His eyes could only remain half-open and half-closed, and he looked uncomfortable.
, the movements are obviously not as vigorous as those on the shore.
The boatman secretly thought in his heart that if your Zhao Changhe skills stopped here, you could die here now. I am also at the third level of Xuan Guan. I wonder if I can directly replace your ranking?
Thoughts flashed through his mind, he kicked his legs slightly, and was already in front of Zhao Changhe. Zhao Changhe slashed the fish knife awkwardly, and the boatman held it under his arm with his hands very skillfully, just like the battle in the cabin just now.
Turned upside down.
The boatman showed a smile, and stabbed Zhao Changhe's chest viciously with the water thorn in his right hand.
However, just as they were getting closer, Zhao Changhe's tight lips suddenly spat out.
A broken golden hairpin head was wrapped with internal force and sprayed out!
Being caught off guard at such a close distance, even though the speed of this golden hairpin is actually quite slow in the water, it still becomes the death knell in the eyes of the boatman.
He was horrified and wanted to dodge, but at such a close distance it was too late, and the hairpin had already viciously shot into his eye socket.
Blood spurted out, and the boatman instinctively screamed out in pain, but the river water poured in instantly, and no sound could be made.
The hell are we the killers who are playing dirty tricks or you are the killers who are playing dirty tricks? How can you be more sinister than us!
This was the boatman's last thought.
In fact, before he died, the water-splitting thorn still stabbed Zhao Changhe's chest, but it lost its strength. Zhao Changhe grabbed his wrist with his left hand, and it only penetrated less than an inch... but the water-splitting thorn was quenched with poison.
Zhao Changhe is not the only one who knows how to play dirty tricks...
Zhao Changhe didn't have time to pay attention to the injury and the poison. He used his internal energy to forcefully suppress the poison. He pulled away the trapped right hand with force, and the fish knife suddenly flew backwards.
The thin blade of the blade rotated, just slicing across the throat of the boat girl who was coming from behind.
The boat girl's eyes widened and she couldn't understand it at all.
He was seriously injured on his back. He originally planned to leave. Seeing that there was an opportunity to take advantage of the entanglement, he thought of coming over to attack Zhao Changhe. However, Zhao Changhe turned his back to him during the fierce battle. How on earth did he know that he was sneaking up to attack him secretly?
Yes, can you still know where your throat is so accurately?
How on earth did he know?
No one can tell the boatman who is playing dirty tricks, and no one can tell the boat girl how Zhao Changhe saw behind him. Zhao Changhe covered the wound on his chest and rushed out of the water anxiously, breathing heavily.
It sounds simple and quick with few moves, but in fact it has been quite a long time, maybe two or three minutes. Normally, I would have been suffocated to death. If Xia Longyuan's internal power could not provide internal circulation for a short period of time, he would not have been able to play such a sharp killing game.
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Zhao Changhe was thinking for a moment, if this inner skill can be practiced to a later stage, can it really be transformed into inner breath, without the need to breathe?
The situation did not allow him to think about the technique here. Zhao Changhe endured the pain of the wound and the raging toxins and took stock of the scene at hand.
Cui Yuanyang said that he “knows a little bit” about rowing, but that’s really just “knowing a little bit”. At most, he just learns for fun. Who would usually let the eldest lady do such rough work by herself... At the moment, she may not be able to row to the shore any faster.
The speed of the drifting was not that good, that is, it would not spin around in circles. The river was quite wide, and it was still not far from the shore. The boat behind him was getting closer, and Zhao Changhe could already see someone trying to draw an arrow with his bow.
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At this time, his position happened to be between Cui Yuanyang's boat and the boat coming from behind. The distance was almost the same on either side. Zhao Changhe jumped up without thinking, crossed the waves, and boarded the boat behind him in an instant.
Several people were visually checking whether the distance was suitable for shooting, when suddenly a person jumped out of the water, and they were all startled.
Zhao Changhe had no weapons at hand. Without saying a word, he punched the bow holder on the temple, snatched the bow and arrow, and then flipped backwards neatly, directly into the water.
Only now did the people on the boat react, and they all shouted: "It's Zhao Changhe! The kappa and water eagle may have been killed!"
"His qinggong skills are not enough to return to the ship at such a distance! Look where he is swimming! Hurry, shoot him with an arrow!"
It's a pity that there was a delay in the chaos. When someone aimed a bow and arrow at Zhao Changhe, he had already swam more than half the distance. He quickly jumped up on the waves, flew through the air, and quickly approached Cui Yuanyang who was docking: "Yangyang
!The boat rope under your feet! Swing it over and pick me up!"
Cui Yuanyang decisively abandoned the oar, bent down to pick up the thick rope tied to the boat under his feet, and gave it a strong swing.
Zhao Changhe caught it in the air, and used his strength to fly back to the bow of the ship. Arrows rained down from behind, none of which came closer than one foot behind him.
Cui Yuanyang only had one sentence left in his mind: This is not a god, what is a god!
But the god in his heart landed on the bow of the boat and soon stumbled, his face turned pale.
Cui Yuanyang saw the blood on his chest, which was already black: "You have been poisoned!"
"Well, I know how to play dirty tricks, and others are even better at it." Zhao Changhe leaned hard on the side of the boat, still smiling: "It's up to you, Duobaofu Loli, you won't let me down, right?"
Cui Yuanyang had no intention of joking with him. He hurriedly opened the small package in his arms, found a pill and stuffed it directly into his mouth: "There are different medicines for various poisons! There is no elixir in the Cui family!"
"It's enough to relieve the suppression." Zhao Changhe felt it, and sure enough, the medicine had the power to suppress the poison from spreading. He was satisfied enough, picked up his knife with a smile, cut a circle on the wound, and cut out the poisoned rot.
The meat was cut cleanly.
The blood is pouring out, but there is nothing suitable to bandage. The cloths visible here are getting dirtier than the other. Wrapping them randomly will lead to infection.
Zhao Changhe paid no attention to it, took a gourd of wine and poured it on the wound, and stood up again. He turned around and saw that the nearest ship behind him had already entered the shooting range, and the opponent had a lot of arrows in the bow.
Zhao Changhe grabbed the bow and arrow he had just snatched, and filled the string directly. The arrow was like a shooting star.
With a "taut" sound, the opponent's sail suddenly dropped, and the speed of the downwind suddenly slowed down. The next moment, arrows fell from the sky like locusts, but they happened to be out of range, and most of them hit the ship's deck.
Zhao Changhe took advantage of this opportunity to retrieve his steel sword, put the bow on his body, and tied the quiver. After arranging the equipment, he took a breath, glanced at the distance to the shore, and finally smiled.
After such a long time, the little rabbit was sweating profusely while rowing the boat. Even if the boat could climb, it would be almost to the shore!
Zhao Changhe picked up Cui Yuanyang and leapt towards the shore. The river breeze made him laugh loudly: "Thank you for your help! See you soon!"