The Book of Troubled Times

Chapter 93 Here She Comes

Three days passed in a flash.

In the past three days, Zhao Changhe and Han Wubing stayed at home in order to heal their injuries. Except for Han Wubing who went to the blacksmith's shop to buy a new sword at random, the rest even ate in Xiao Erduan's room, and never messed with them again. somethin'.

The Blood God Sect didn't know whether it was Zhao Changhe's last words that had the effect, or Xia Chichi's saying that no one was allowed to snatch his dog's head. In short, he knew that he was in Jianhu City and no one came to find trouble. The other enemies who didn't know whether it was the Cui family or Tingxuelou didn't show up again, and it was peaceful 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, Zhao Changhe just made a bad face when he saw him, but the friendship between the two became better instead.

Because Zhao Changhe practiced swords in the yard every day, and every time he stepped out of the room, he saw Han Wubing coming out to practice swords.

It was an interesting feeling. So it is quite simple to get a man's friendship, you just need to see someone who likes the same game or chases the same fan as him.

The two of them practiced their knives and swords in separate places, and naturally they would not leak any special skills, but they all had good eyesight and could see the way.

In terms of basic skills alone, Zhao Changhe had to admit that Han Wubing was stronger than himself.

What basic skills require is neither intelligence nor physical strength, it has always been honed and accumulated over many years. If he insists on practicing every day like this, then how can he compare with others for ten years after practicing for only half a year? The reason why they were better than others in the past is that all living beings are busy, few people have been working hard, and most of them have been neglected for a long time.

With the same sword, why is Han Wubing faster than others?

Because just how to pull the sword out of the scabbard as quickly as possible, and directly form attacks from different angles, Han Wubing has to practice this hundreds of times every day, and it has been ten years just to draw the sword.

And Han Wubing's practice is higher than his own, and his understanding of swordsmanship, comprehension aptitude, and practical training will definitely not be inferior to his own. Although he probably doesn't have any particularly good swordsmanship skills, his blood sword The method is not very top...

It can be seen from this that compared with the outstanding peers on the Qianlong list, I actually have no advantage.

Zhao Changhe discovered that the people he bullied for a long time seemed to be really rookies. If Yue Hongling didn't count duel training, this seemed to be the first time he had an appointment with someone on the Qianlong list...and he might lose.

The time for practicing martial arts is too short... Even if you can find treasures to make up for it in the future by washing the scriptures and cutting the marrow, the accumulation of this time still cannot make up for it.

If you want to win, you may have to rely on the might of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow. Zhao Changhe, who is used to being the sixth child, couldn't help but blushed a little. After all, it was a martial arts competition, which was different in nature from the previous ones.

In fact, he didn't know that Han Wubing admired him when he watched him practice swords. Half a year, this level is simply unbelievable.

Before the fight started, they already cherished each other.

"Shua!"

One knife and one sword were put away almost at the same time. The two looked at each other and smiled.

Zhao Changhe said: "Is the injury completely healed?"

"En." Han Wubing still didn't say much.

"Then go out for a stroll today? It is said that there is something in Jianhu City, but in the end I have been suffocating in the house, so I came here for nothing."

Han Wubing said: "Just go."

"The sword you bought casually before was just so that you wouldn't run out of swords at hand. You really didn't intend to use this blacksmith's one tael of silver to fight me?" Zhao Changhe pulled him out without any explanation: "Go Come on, let's get a good sword, I don't think you don't have money."

Han Wubing: "...It's been a long time since it opened, and it really doesn't have much money."

"I have, let's go."

Han Wubing wondered: "You don't make a living, how can you get so much money?"

"It was soft before... Oh, the Cui family gave a lot of Cheng Yi to show my gratitude for saving Yuan Yang. I thought it was too heavy and didn't want too much, so I took some bank notes that can be exchanged."

Han Wubing turned his head to look at the horses in the courtyard, then at the knife on his back, and finally at the bank note that he suspected to be hiding in his arms, with a blank expression on his face.

I was there at the time, why didn't you want to give it away together?

But he did not refuse Zhao Changhe's proposal to give him the sword, and he really walked out of the street with Zhao Changhe.

Jianhu City is crowded with many places, good and bad people are mixed together, there are obviously many weapon shops, and there are not many good knives and swords. Han Wubing walked around various weapon stores for a long time, frowning.

In the past, he didn't have any special requirements for the sword, but this time he met the opponent with a good sword and his sword was cut off, which was a great vigilance. Moreover, Zhao Changhe's sword was too outrageous, and it was really difficult to fight with ordinary swords. He knew that Zhao Changhe's intention of bringing him out to buy swords was that he didn't want to take advantage of the weapon.

Old Zhao is indeed a man, Han Wubing is very sympathetic, and he doesn't intend to be polite to him about money, he saved his life, what's worse? There are many opportunities for men to return favors. The problem is that there is really no way to find a sword that can match his sword, even if it is down a few gears, most of them rely on Youdou, only to be able to parry a few times when necessary without breaking, I am afraid it will be difficult to find.

Zhao Changhe also asked the shopkeeper there: "That's it? Is there any other better one?"

The shopkeeper looked at the saber on his back: "Although I don't know the material of your saber, just look at its size... If the two of you want to match this saber, then I suggest you find a black iron epee Well, do you need a hammer to find these long swords?"

Han Wubing: "I don't know how to use an epee..."

"Are you really trying to fight this sword?" The shopkeeper was incredulous: "You guys want to fight? Then he buys you a sword?"

Han Wubing nodded: "Yes."

The shopkeeper looked at Zhao Changhe and muttered, "Stupid bird."

Zhao Changhe: "You know what... Forget it, let's look for it separately. The city is so big. Believe it or not, there are only a few stores."

Han Wubing nodded, and the two parted ways.

Zhao Changhe himself also wanted to go shopping, saying that this kind of city is very interesting... As a result, he just walked out of the corner of the street, and saw an acquaintance head-on, Wu Weiyang, the town magician.

"Looking at Mr. Zhao's appearance, are you looking for a good sword?"

Zhao Changhe sighed: "Don't tell me, are you following me all the way? Or are you squatting at the door of my inn for three days?"

Wu Weiyang smiled and said: "To be honest, Mr. Zhao... Although Wu is not watching personally, there are indeed subordinates watching. I heard that the two of you are going out, so I came here for a while."

Zhao Changhe said: "Although we want to find a good sword, but we really don't want to ask Zhenmagic, so let's forget it."

Wu Weiyang said with a smile: "Young Master Zhao, are you afraid that you owe Zhenmosi favor?"

"It's just that I don't want to get involved. The government's affairs are the most troublesome. I'm afraid of headaches."

"Then Mr. Zhao also said that Tang Shouzuo will come to see you in person?"

"Because it's impossible for her to come, I can only say hello hahaha..."

"But here she is."

"?" Zhao Changhe's laughter was cut off in his throat, and his eyes widened: "Is she doing nothing? How far is the capital from here!"

"To be honest, Wu doesn't understand either." Wu Weiyang sighed, "Since she came and was invited by Mr. Zhao himself, shouldn't I go see her?"

Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Let's go."

"Please, Mr. Zhao." Wu Weiyang made a gesture of invitation and led the way first.

Zhao Changhe followed silently, feeling a little headache.

I have always avoided the matter of the royal family. No matter how the old fox of the Cui family hinted, I never responded, because this fact is troublesome.

But this is not enough to avoid it all the time...Since Tang Shouzuo can really come to visit in person all the way, he has sincerity, and it is always time to face it.

Just thinking about it, Wu Weiyang stopped in his tracks: "Here we are."

Zhao Changhe looked up, everyone was dumbfounded.

Isn't this the brothel that I asked the other day "Is there a master of Tang Dynasty in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"! You tell me this is Zhenmusi!

Count how many things I have passed Tang Shouzuo from the beginning to the end...

"The man Tang Wan couldn't get with makeup."

"I'm not only a gangster, but next time I might covet Tang Wanzhuang! Let her clean it up and wait!"

Plus this compares her to the brothel girls.

Meeting this time...wouldn't it be an ugly death...