Wear the villain quickly, I’ll grab this queen

After Wei Zhimo stood still, the sword in his hand did not move, pointing directly at the disciples of the Sanhe Gang

"You dare to go to the town to find the doctor. In another hour... oh... half an hour, you will die of blood!"

The eight disciples of the three gangs immediately retreated thirty steps.

The big man with a beard was horrified. He, who was usually arrogant and domineering, felt that he had run into a ghost. He immediately asked a few people to tear off his clothes and tie the wounds, turned around and left quickly.

"Brother, who is this person? How dare he provoke our Jiulongmen?"

A lean man next to him pinched his wrist with a feeble-minded expression of dissatisfaction.

The big man with a beard pointed at the Neiguan point on his right hand, but the blood did not stop, and slowly penetrated the fabric and flowed out.

I felt panicked and hated it. He said bitterly:"Hurry up to the town to find the doctor, and then go back and report to the gang leader... There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with this kid."

The answer I added later was just to regain a little dignity in front of a few younger brothers.

"Brother, if we lose our thousand-mile horse and go back like this, the gang leader won’t kill us, right? The big man with a beard rolled his eyes and said gloomily:"A thousand-mile horse is certainly precious, but today we did not count it in vain. The injury is worth it.""

Several disciples were immediately confused.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the cold face of the big man with a beard:"Looking at this kid's sword skills, it is somewhat similar to the legendary Yi Jian Gui Chou. The gang leader has been asking about Yi Jian Gui Chou for several years, but he didn't expect to finally have news today."

With one sentence, the other seven people saw a glimmer of hope.

This big man with a beard is somewhat knowledgeable and not very good at kung fu, but he has a lot of research on the world's martial arts routines.

Of course, if Wei Zhimo does not show off his skills in his moves, the opponent will not Maybe he can see the flaw, but he can't.

Because the big man with a sharp beard has never seen Guichou with a sword.

But he has been in the world for twenty years, and this is the first time he has encountered such an opponent.

Wei Zhimo just made a move without hesitation. He threw away the eighty kilogram Zhanma sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword bit him on the wrist like a snake. He was still so measured in the melee, only hurting the muscles and not moving the bones. Such a master, he This is the first time I have encountered it.

In the world, except for the legendary sword ghost, only gods have such achievements. The eight people galloped on the mountain road in a hurry. After another twenty miles, It’s Xindian Town outside the mountains

……

Wei Zhimo sometimes jumped between the treetops, sometimes galloped in the snow, and in a moment he caught up with the two thousand-mile horses in front of him.

"With a whoosh, he jumped up to the branch again.

With another flying leap, he jumped up to the tree in front of the two horses like a monkey.

Then he hung on the tree and threw two snowballs, hitting the two horses. on their foreheads.

The two horses were frightened by the cold and stopped immediately.

Wei Zhimo leaned over and saw that the fur-clad boy on the horse was shaking into a ball, more like a round rubber ball.

Wei Zhimo jumped up He got down from the tree, stood in front of the two horses, and shouted to the boy:"Hey! Brother Piqiu, I saved your life, so you should thank me, right?"

In that fat ball, a red face timidly emerged, with long eyelashes fluttering, and two snowflakes fell.

This face is as handsome as Wei Zhimo's, but... there is a kind of Wei Zhimo's It was incomprehensible and strange.

The snow-white fur was very thick and dense, and looked very expensive. It was probably stolen.

The ball was holding two reins in his hands, blinking, and his black eyes rolled a few times, as if he felt Wei Zhimo didn't mean to hurt him, so he straightened up.

He giggled and said softly,"Thank you so much for your help, little brother. I can't thank you enough.""

Wei Zhimo said with a playful smile:"You don't even raise your hand, there is no sincerity at all!"

Piqiu still giggled, raised his hand symbolically, and still held the two reins firmly.

Wei Zhimo stared at Piqiu's childish face, and suddenly said:"I can't thank you enough... Forget it, Split into two, I really need it."

Piqiu was stunned for a moment, blinked his big beautiful eyes, and finally understood what Wei Zhimo meant.

He sneered and said:"Oh, it turns out that the hero wants to take advantage of others?"

"What do you think?"

Pi Qiu couldn't see the careless expression on Wei Zhimo's face, because the hat on Wei Zhimo's head was very low, and his face was covered with black cloth.

But the sword was already sheathed.

However, Pi Qiu was still worried that he would really encounter The kid's swordsmanship is really weird. Maybe the sword in its sheath will suddenly fly out and break his hand tendon.

He said hesitantly:"My hero, this is how it is." No, my horse...is not an ordinary horse. It has great uses.……"

"I know that a thousand-mile horse can be of great use, otherwise I wouldn't need to provoke the Sanhe Gang like this."

Piqiu seemed to be in an emergency, his face became anxious, and the black eyes in his big eyes kept turning, thinking about how to quickly get rid of this god of plague in front of him.

"If the hero wants silver, I don't have much, and it's far from your five thousand taels, so I think you won't like it either. However, help is always appreciated! Just give me your name and I will thank you another day. I really have something important to do today. I will repay you for your help in the future.……"

This guy spoke very carefully. He didn't say it was a"life-saving grace", but a"helping grace".

The meaning is very clear. You, Wei Zhimo, are just helping. Even if you don't, the eight disciples of the Sanhe Gang can't take his life.

It was Wei Zhimo's first time out of the mountains and his first time interacting with strangers, but he also heard the meaning of this"ball" and couldn't help but feel emotional about the concept of Jianghu.

When traveling in the world, the skill with the sword is of course crucial, and the skill with the mouth is also very important. A word can lead to death, and a word can turn a fight into friendship.

He understands this truth, butNever practiced it!

Wei Zhimo looked at the ball in front of him and suddenly felt sad. In this vast world, do you and I have a future?

Even if there is, will we be friends or enemies in the future?

Where does this person come from? Could it be that he also went to Nanlu to look for the Jianlong Divine Sword? In such a future, will it be repayment or revenge?

"tick……"

The two horses swayed a few times, seeming to want to go around Wei Zhimo.

Wei Zhimo was even more anxious. Wu Yazi only gave him fifteen days to find the Jianlong Divine Sword.

If we were delayed on the way to Nanlu, or spent too much energy, let alone wresting the sword from the monster, it would be a question of whether we could climb the mirror-smooth Nanlu cliff.

So he stopped talking to Pi Qiu and suddenly jumped onto the back of another horse.

Piqiu didn't even see how he drew and swung his sword, and the reins in his hands broke.

Wei Zhimo chuckled:"Brother Piqiu, I have more urgent things to do than you, so I will borrow this horse. If you still think about this horse, I think...it will be over in ten days Come to this place to pick it up."

Ten days is probably about it!

After saying that, he clamped the reins with his legs and shook, and the horse under his crotch suddenly spread its four hooves.

Piqiu suddenly panicked and couldn't control his mouth.

"Hey hey hey... You mangy dog, you have the ability to find a mount by yourself, why did you take away my thousand-mile horse?!

Wei Zhimo couldn't help laughing:"What?" You, a horse thief, actually say this is your thousand-mile horse? Give it a try and see if the horse will answer you?"

Piqiu's face turned red with anger and he yelled angrily:"You shameless thing, I thought you were a hero, but you turned out to be a shameless thief! What's wrong with me being a horse thief? At least I stayed here for one night. And you? Do you just want to grab it for nothing?"

Piqiu cursed while riding his horse to follow him, and the two horses were soon together. The mountain road was five or six feet wide, so there was no problem for the two horses to go abreast, not to mention they were well-trained horses.

Piqiu still looked like a horse. A ball was sitting round on the horse's back. He knew that he was no match for Wei Zhimo, so he didn't dare to make any moves. He was just showing off with his words.

"Why didn't you just snatch away the horses of those bad guys, but you came to snatch mine? Was it because you thought I was easy to bully?"

The ball's voice was very shrill, which reminded Wei Zhimo of a eunuch, and he didn't like it.

So he replied:"Have you scolded me enough? You, a horse thief, have the nerve to say that the horse is yours?! You sissy...couldn't you have come from the palace?"