Zhao Changhe's charge completely overwhelmed the enemies who besieged Han Wubing.
Han Wubing had already killed so many people outnumbered, but he was holding on for breath, feeling that Han Wubing had reached the end of his strength and had to kill them, so he gritted his teeth and continued.
As a result, a fierce man jumped on his horse and charged into the battle. The momentum of the sword alone could make people's legs numb, and he was going to hit him...
No one noticed that Zhao Changhe himself was exhausted. He no longer had the will to fight. They shouted one by one and ran away without a trace in an instant.
Zhao Changhe thought there was going to be a hard fight, but he was a little dumbfounded when he saw this and holding the knife: "Am I so scary?"
Han Wubing smiled: "Yes, you are very scary."
"A group of idiots dared to attack the fifth level of the entrance, but they were scared away by a fourth level. Scoff." Zhao Changhe got off his horse and sat on the ground tiredly: "Hey, how many days are there until the beginning of summer?"
Han Wubing also sat weakly beside him and calculated: "There are still seven days, you came very early."
"Seven days." Zhao Changhe turned around and looked at him for a while: "How are you recovering from your seven-day injury?"
"It's basically a skin injury. It looks bloody. But if there is good medicine, it will heal quickly. Three days is enough."
Zhao Changhe smacked his lips in pain: "In other words, after you recover from your injury, we will have to stay here for four days with nothing to do? The beginning of summer is a bit late... uh..."
I thought of my girlfriend and stopped talking.
The peeping Xia Chichi suddenly became smiling.
Han Wubing didn't know why he suddenly stopped talking and said: "It doesn't matter if you wait four more days. There are still some things in Jianhu City. You can go shopping. Or if you want to find a sword... Oh, you should use a sword.
Not interested in."
"Even if I'm not interested in using a sword, Yang Yang said that the Cui family can't be found, so who can find it? How about those idiots just now?" Zhao Changhe said: "Your sword is broken? I advise you not to do it either.
Once you find it, just go to the city and buy a good one."
Han Wubing said: "I didn't intend to look for him in the first place."
"Okay." Zhao Changhe stood up and said, "Get on the horse and take you to the city to rest first."
Han Wubing didn't show any pretense and just got on the horse.
God knows, two people who seemed to be on good terms with each other and rode together had the intention of having a duel in a few days.
What's even weirder is that the two fools never thought from beginning to end that since everyone has arrived, the so-called competition time is not changed by themselves. They can advance a few days in advance if they want. Why do they have to wait for the beginning of summer?
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Jianhu City.
It was just a lakeside town a long time ago. Needless to say, now it is a super big city, more prosperous than the prefectural cities here. But what is different from other cities is that the institutional specifications are still like a town, with no city walls and no guards.
, there is no city entry tax.
So it became more prosperous.
Zhao Changhe rode in and was looking at the street scene like a child as if he was curious about how it compared with Qinghe. Not far away, a fragrant breeze filled his nostrils. A well-dressed madam came up to him and said, "Oh, sir, do you want to come with us?"
Rest in the flower building? Our girl is the most beautiful in the city, and she is good at playing, playing, chess, calligraphy and painting..."
Zhao Changhe: "...Is there anyone who is the master of chess, calligraphy and painting in the Tang Dynasty?"
The old bustard was dumbfounded: "That's not the case."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "Forget it then, let's go practice again."
Han Wubing laughed out loud.
Zhao Changhe rode his horse forward and said: "The brothel cows here, they don't care at all about the blood all over us, and they still solicit customers."
Han Wubing said, "You'll know if you stay for another two days."
He didn't need to stay for two days, Zhao Changhe knew it now.
There was another brothel ahead, and there were people fighting directly at the door. By the time Zhao Changhe wanted to watch the excitement, people had already been beaten to death.
Several turtle men came out to carry the person away, and the brothel continued to operate as if nothing had happened.
This time it was Zhao Changhe's turn to be dumbfounded: "What is the Yamen here doing?"
Han Wubing said leisurely: "The regulations here are still that of a small town. Who knows what His Majesty is thinking?"
"...How can we collect taxes in such a prosperous city? It's such a waste."
Han Wubing was also dumbfounded. I am just a charlatan, I don't know.
Zhao Changhe had a headache: "Is there a demon-suppressing department?"
Han Wubing knew this well: "On the surface there is no government office, but in reality there is. I don't know which private house or even a brothel or gambling house is it."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "Where did you live before?"
"I didn't live in the city before. I was afraid you wouldn't find me, so I built a hut next to the tomb in the bamboo forest by the lake."
"Does that mean you can just find a place?" Zhao Changhe glanced at a larger inn at the end of the street. The boss's signboard said "Feel at Home". Someone was leading a horse through the side door, and it looked like there was a stable behind it.
He went straight over and said, "That's it. Shopkeeper, do you have a private courtyard? Help me take care of my horse."
The waiter came up to us: "Your Majesty, you are discerning. We have the best stables and the best forage here! I'm not just talking about the horses, but also the horses for the beds, which are also the best grass."
Zhao Changhe: "?"
Han Wubing: "..."
The waiter observed the words and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you want to find someone without a horse? You can't find them. Everyone has them. If you don't have one, how can you attract customers? It's so bad. You are away from home, and everyone comes here..."
"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe knew that he might not be able to find a horseless person here, so he said, "Is there a private courtyard?"
"Yes, sir, come this way, please rest first. I will ask the girls to come over and show you the horse."
Zhao Changhe said angrily: "No, we need to be clean and don't let unnecessary people disturb us."
The waiter's eyes wandered around Zhao Changhe and Han Wubing, revealing an ambiguous smile: "I understand."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, the waiter had already retreated.
He turned to look at Han Wubing numbly: "What does he mean?"
Han Wubing's face was expressionless: "It's not interesting."
"Fuck." Zhao Changhe pointed to the room next to the independent courtyard: "Guanggungun, you have defeated me in terms of reputation. It's unlucky."
Han Wubing entered the room with a straight face. Damn it, if this really spreads, your reputation will be ruined, but my reputation will not be ruined?
I heard that women who come into contact with Zhao Changhe will become unlucky. Unexpectedly, even men can't escape it!
Speaking of which, Zhao Changhe looked like a rough and tumble king, but he turned out to be so pure that even the brothel girls didn't dare to touch him, and his face turned a little red when he looked at him.
Han Wubing is a bit funny. He seems indifferent, but in fact he went to a brothel to deal with his loneliness. Unexpectedly, Zhao Changhe, who everyone thought was a gangster, turned out to be the purest Jianghu guest.
While he was applying medicine to his wounds and taking a rest, Han Wubing's ears suddenly twitched and he stretched out his hand to hold the broken sword.
There were very light footsteps outside the hospital, and his sensitivity could even smell a little fragrance.
Foreign enemy? Or...
Han Wubing quietly glanced out of the window, but he saw an extremely graceful female figure standing outside Zhao Changhe's house opposite and knocking on the door softly.
Zhao Changhe's angry voice came from inside the house: "Damn I told you not to disturb people's purity, get out of here!"
The woman whispered softly: "I know that the guest officer is not a womanizer, so my brother put on women's clothes and treated the guest officer to coolness."
Han Wubing's hair stood on end.
What made his hair stand on end was that there was a roar of chaos in the room opposite. Even the table was knocked. Then the door of the room opened with a bang. Zhao Changhe poked his head out, showing an expression of extreme surprise. Then he looked a little wary.
After taking a look at Han Wubing's house, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the "brother dressed in women's clothing" into the house.
Han Wubing hugged his knees and sat beside the bed, feeling that the place he was in now was more dangerous than being besieged.
I thought everyone was being victimized by criticism, but I didn’t expect you to be true!
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