In the past three days, Zhao Changhe and Han Wubing stayed at home to recuperate from their injuries. Except for Han Wubing who went to the blacksmith shop and bought a new sword, they even asked the waiter to stay in the house for meals and did not mess with him again.
incident.
The Blood God Sect didn't know whether it was the last words left by Zhao Changhe that had the effect, or whether it was the effect of Xia Chichi's words that no one was allowed to steal his head. In short, no one came to trouble him even though they knew he was in Jianhu City. Others
The enemy from the Cui family or Tingxuelou didn't show up again, and everything was calm for three days.
What's very interesting is that these two people didn't even say a word in these three days. Han Wubing didn't like to talk, and Zhao Changhe got angry when he saw him. However, the friendship between the two became better.
Because Zhao Changhe practices swordplay in the yard every day, and every time he steps out of the room, he sees Han Wubing coming out to practice swordplay.
That feeling is quite interesting. So it is quite easy to get a man's friendship. All you need to do is see someone who likes the same game or follows the same series as him.
The two of them had separate areas to practice swordsmanship and swordplay. Naturally, no special skills would be revealed during the practice, but everyone had a sharp eye and could see the trick.
When it comes to basic skills alone, Zhao Changhe must admit that Han Wubing is more solid than him.
Basic skills require neither intelligence nor physical strength. They have always been accumulated through years of practice. If he insists on practicing every day like this, then how can he compare to others after practicing for only half a year? Why did he compare before?
If others are strong, then it is because all living beings are busy. Few people have been working hard, but most of them have been wasted for a long time.
When the same sword is drawn, why is Han Wubing faster than others?
Because how to pull the sword out of the scabbard as quickly as possible and directly attack from different angles, Han Wubing had to practice this hundreds of times every day. He had been drawing the sword for ten years.
And Han Wubing's cultivation is higher than his own, and his understanding of swordsmanship, intellectual aptitude, and practical training are definitely no worse than his own. Although he probably doesn't have any particularly good swordsmanship skills, his Blood Evil Sword
The law is not that top-notch...
It can be seen from this that compared with the outstanding peers on the Qianlong List, I actually have no advantage.
Zhao Changhe found that the people he had bullied for a long time seemed to be novices. Not counting Yue Hongling's sparring, this seemed to be the first time he had a fight with someone on the Qianlong List... and he would probably lose.
The time to practice martial arts is too short... Even if you can find treasures to make up for it later by washing the meridians and cutting marrow, the accumulation of this time still cannot make up for it.
If you want to win, you may have to rely on the power of the Great Xia Dragon Bird. Zhao Changhe, who is accustomed to being the sixth man, can't help but blush a little. After all, it is a martial arts competition, and the nature is different from the previous ones. He feels that he can't win by relying on the power of weapons.
In fact, he didn't know that Han Wubing watched him practice swordsmanship, and he admired him in his heart. His level in half a year was simply unbelievable.
Even before the fight started, we already felt sorry for each other.
"Whoosh!"
The swords were sheathed almost at the same time. The two looked at each other and both smiled.
Zhao Changhe said: "Is the injury completely healed?"
"Yeah." Han Wubing still didn't say much.
"So, why don't we go out for a walk today? They said there was something in Jianhu City, but in the end, we just kept it in the house and it was a waste of time."
Han Wubing said, "Just go."
"You bought the sword casually before, just so that you wouldn't have any swords on hand. You don't really intend to fight me with this thing that costs one tael of silver from the blacksmith shop?" Zhao Changhe pulled him out without any explanation: "Let's go.
Come on, get a good sword, I think you are not without money."
Han Wubing: "...it hasn't been opened for a long time, and we really don't have much money."
"I have it, let's go."
Han Wubing asked curiously: "You don't make a living, how can you get so much money?"
"I ate softly before... Oh, the Cui family gave me a lot of Cheng Yi in order to express their gratitude for saving Yuan Yang. I thought it was too heavy and didn't ask for too much, so I took some banknotes that could be exchanged."
Han Wubing turned his head to look at the horse in the yard, then looked at the knife on his back, and finally looked at the banknotes he seemed to be hiding in his arms, his face expressionless.
I was there at that time, why didn’t you think of sending it off together?
But he did not refuse Zhao Changhe's proposal to give him a sword, and actually went out on the street with Zhao Changhe.
Sword Lake City is a gathering place with a mixture of fish and dragons. There are obviously many weapons shops, and there are also quite a few good knives and swords. Han Wubing walked around various weapons shops for a long time, frowning.
In the past, he didn't have any special requirements for swords, but this time he encountered an opponent with a good sword and his sword was cut off, which was a big wake-up call. Moreover, Zhao Changhe's sword was too outrageous, and it was really not good to use an ordinary sword.
Fight, he knew Zhao Changhe's purpose in bringing him out to buy swords, he just didn't want to take advantage of the weapons.
Lao Zhao is indeed a man. Han Wubing is very grateful and does not intend to be polite to him about money. He saved his life. What's missing? There are more opportunities for men to return favors. The problem is to be able to match him.
It's really impossible to find a sword like this. Even if it's downgraded a few levels and mostly relied on wandering around, just to be able to parry a few times without breaking when necessary, I'm afraid it would be hard to find.
Zhao Changhe also asked the store owner there: "That's it? Is there anything better?"
The shopkeeper looked at the knife on his back: "Although I don't know the material of your knife, just looking at its size... If you two want to be able to compete with this knife, then I suggest you find a dark iron heavy sword.
Well, are there any hammers for these long swords?"
Han Wubing: "I don't know how to use an epee..."
"You really want to fight with this sword?" The store owner was incredulous: "You want to fight? And then he buys a sword for you?"
Han Wubing nodded: "Yes."
The store owner looked at Zhao Changhe and said, "Silly bird."
Zhao Changhe: "You know nothing... Forget it, let's look for it separately. The city is so big, but I don't believe it's just these few stores."
Han Wubing nodded, and the two of them walked separately.
Zhao Changhe himself wanted to go shopping, saying that this kind of city was very interesting... As soon as he walked out of the street corner, he saw an acquaintance, Wu Weiyang, the Demon Suppressor.
"Looking at Mr. Zhao's appearance, are you looking for a good sword?"
Zhao Changhe sighed: "Don't tell me that you followed me all the way? Or did you squat in front of my inn for three days?"
Wu Weiyang smiled and said: "I'll tell you the truth, Mr. Zhao... Although Wu is not watching personally, there are indeed subordinates who are watching. I heard that you two have gone out, so I came here for a while."
Zhao Changhe said: "Although we want to find a good sword, we really don't want to ask the Demon Suppressing Division for it, so I think we should forget it."
Wu Weiyang smiled and said: "Master Zhao, are you afraid of owing favors to the Demon Suppressor?"
"I just don't want to get involved too much. Government matters are the most troublesome. I'm afraid of getting a headache."
"Then Mr. Zhao also promised that the Chief Tang would come to see you in person?"
"It's because she can't come, so I can have a good time, hahaha..."
"But she's here."
"?" Zhao Changhe's laughter was cut off in his throat, and his eyes widened: "Is she okay? How far is it from the capital to get here!"
"To be honest, Wu doesn't understand either." Wu Weiyang sighed: "Since she is here and she was personally invited by Mr. Zhao, shouldn't she go and meet her?"
Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment and finally nodded: "Let's go."
"Master Zhao, please." Wu Weiyang made a gesture of invitation and led the way.
Zhao Changhe followed silently, feeling quite a headache.
I have always avoided royal matters. No matter how the old fox of the Cui family made explicit or implicit hints, I never responded, just because this fact was troublesome. Once involved, there would be no way to be cool.
But this is not something that can be avoided all the time... Now that Mr. Tang can really travel thousands of miles to visit in person, he has sincerity, and it is time to face it.
Just as he was thinking this, Wu Weiyang stopped and said, "We're here."
When Zhao Changhe looked up, he was dumbfounded.
Isn't this the brothel where I asked the other day, "Is there any master of the Tang Dynasty in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?" You told me this is the Demon-Suppressing Division!
Count how many things I've had fun with from the beginning to the end...
"The man Tang Wanzhuang can't get."
"Not only am I a gangster, but next time I may be coveting Tang Wanzhuang! Let her wash up and wait!"
Plus, this compares her to a brothel girl.
When we meet this time...will we die in an ugly way...