Chapter 873 The Road to Protecting the Sword

In fact, the sisters, who are boiling with resentment, have reached a consensus many times over the years. They will wait until he wakes up and have to beg him to be intimate with her. Whoever takes the initiative to get close to her is a dog.

Of course Piaomiao didn't want to be laughed at... She originally thought she could easily keep her distance and let him beg on her knees.

Only after seeing each other did I realize that the longing that had been suppressed for thirty years came like a tide. How could my heart really be like a flat lake? Seeing him keeping a distance with his cold face, in fact, I didn't know how much I wanted to hug him and kiss him hard.

Seeing Zhao Changhe's suffocated face, Piaomiao's expressionless face, I secretly thought that you would beg me with some sweet words, so I just accepted it half-heartedly... Why don't you want Yangyang to feel it, that's just an excuse, even if So what if Yangyang really felt it? What's the big deal... What's more, after so many years, the two of them are not just idle people. They have long figured out how to isolate each other from each other, so the stupid man can't Know.

Zhao Changhe had just woken up not long ago, and his mind was busy thinking about the world situation, and he was not yet functioning in detail. After sitting there for a few seconds, I finally regained some of my emotional state. Seeing Miaomiao with a sullen face and not speaking or leaving, how could I not know what my wife was thinking, so she immediately came close to her and said, "Miaomiao~ "

Piaomiao retched: "What did you call me?"

"There has to be a nickname. Most people can be affectionate without a surname. If you don't have a surname, you should find another nickname. You can't just call yourself Piaomiao when you stand up straight. It's too complicated..."

"But when you say that, I feel like my surname is Piao." Piao Miao said with a sullen face: "Don't do this with me. You have never seen such disgusting tricks before Shen Mian. Why did you become disgusting when you woke up?"

"That's because we didn't have much time to be intimate with each other before." Zhao Changhe whispered: "It's my fault..."

Misty silence.

Seriously speaking, it's not his fault. What we are facing is already very stressful. With practice, layout, and planning, we really don't have much time to spend time with each other. It's just that a large part of it was talking about love with Ye Jiuyou, which really made Piaomiao feel uncomfortable when she thought about it. At that time, she had just gotten along with him, and then she turned around and went to date other people. .

I knew that it was very important to win over Ye Jiuyou at that time. If Ye Jiuyou had been the enemy in that battle, imagine how difficult it would have been. Let alone being able to defend the enemy invisible, there would have been heavy casualties. expected. Piaomiao naturally wouldn't say anything about this, but she still sighed a bit when she suddenly heard Zhao Changhe admitting his mistake.

She sighed, leaned lightly on Zhao Changhe's shoulder, and whispered: "Time was tight at the time... but as you said... we will still have a lot of time in the future. As long as you don't change your mind, it won't matter."

Zhao Changhe gently hugged her shoulders: "I am just a wake-up call. I am afraid that you will forget me after thirty years..."

Piaomiao said with a straight face: "Is this how you look at us?"

Zhao Changhe pouted and went to kiss him: "Otherwise, you won't let me touch you..."

Dare you wait here? Piaomiao stopped his mouth and sneered: "Don't say that thirty years is just a blink of an eye to me. It is as long as thirty eras. So what, who do you think I am?"

Zhao Changhe started to act coquettishly: "But you ignore me...I'm afraid..."

As she spoke, she pouted and pecked the jade hand in front of her: "This will make you feel more at ease."

Piao Miao was angry and funny: "Only because Jiuyou is so shameless in chasing you?"

Zhao Changhe said with a shy face: "How can I chase you like this..."

"Get out." Piaomiao pushed his face: "Don't play rogue with me!"

In fact, Zhao Changhe could completely feel the trembling of her hand, which was clearly weak and weak when she pushed it, and he knew it well. He quickly grabbed her delicate hand and asked softly: "So how do you want me to call you?"

Piao Miao pulled her hand away, but she didn't pull it out for a moment, then she said nervously: "Of course it's Piaomiao. I'm not used to calling you anything else, and I don't need any nicknames. Let go... I'm going to use violence!"

Zhao Changhe held on and said, "It is not entirely true that you have no surname... Since you have followed me, you will bear my surname for the rest of your life."

Piaomiao's heart jumped unconsciously: "You..."

As soon as the words came out, his hands surged with strength, and he immediately pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly: "Don't struggle, let me hug you... I miss you so much..."

Piaomiao felt like she had lost all her strength, and her whole body was limp. His love words could make people feel numb in their hearts. The breath on his body was so familiar and pleasant, making her even more attractive than before. Because this time his body was also made of a lot of the same lotus pads as his own, and both of them could stimulate their instinctive lust.

More and more shameless.

She panted slightly, pushed Zhao Changhe's chest, and said reluctantly: "Don't expect me to forgive you after just two beatings like this. Give me something practical."

Zhao Changhe said: "How about I capture Ye Wuming and deal with it for you?"

Piaomiao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly showed a smile: "Okay. Then wait until that day when you touch me again, and stay away now."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Far away in the Night Palace, Ye Wuming held a book and whispered to himself: "You deserve it. Just wait."

Looking at the awakening Zhao Changhe, Ye Wuming had no expression on his face and felt a little inexplicable panic in his heart.

Now, from Zhao Changhe to the entire forces around him, they have basically put "attacking the Night Palace and catching the stinky blind man" on the table as a strategic goal, and Ye Wuming still doesn't know how to deal with it. She really wants to take advantage of Zhao Changhe's sleep and defeat those women one by one, but she can't do it, and she doesn't want to be taken advantage of by the Heavenly Dao. It seems that she can only shrink in a corner and wait for others to attack. The only thing she can do is to see how to stop Zhao Changhe from contacting Xinghe.

How did the big man who planned two eras, took the Heavenly Dao as the enemy and used all living beings as chess pieces end up like this...

Even the small curse of "You deserve it, wait" failed to succeed, because Zhao Changhe had already bitten on it.

Piaomiao tried to stop him half-heartedly, but she couldn't stop the surging emotions in her heart at all. Soon, she was kissed on the lips by the man, and her defense line collapsed instantly. She could only mutter vaguely: "You haven't finished yet, how can you kiss me..."

Ye Wuming: "..."

Not only did he kiss, but he also took action. If he continued, his belt would be untied. The god of mountains, rivers, and the state, so useless. You were defeated by such a simple fight. How can you defend the land?

Ye Wuming inexplicably wanted to cause trouble. His eyes rolled around, and his mind fell on Ling Ruoyu who was sailing south in the distance, showing a long-lost smile of a demon woman.

Let you try to catch me.

"Swish, swish, swish!" A grappling rope hooked on the edge of the boat, and a man quickly boarded the boat from the shore: "Miss Ling, please come out of the cabin for a chat."

Ling Ruoyu, who finally had a quiet atmosphere to recover from her injuries, was disturbed before she rested for an incense stick. She walked out of the cabin with a sword in her arms, full of anger.

She has been injured for so long and has no chance to rest properly. What kind of trouble is this? Let people sleep well and die... Speaking of which, I deliberately went south against the trend, how could anyone know that I was on this ship, there is a traitor?

When I walked out of the cabin, I saw a handsome man standing in front of me, holding the hilt of the sword upside down and bowing, saying: "Long Haoyang greets Miss Ling."

"It's you..." Ling Ruoyu was really tired, and said tiredly: "Mr. Long, why did you board the ship in the middle of the night?"

"It's just a sudden thought. I think everyone thinks that the girl will go north to the capital. How can the girl go in if there is a net set up in the north? Maybe she will go south instead... I tried to go south and saw a night boat. I tried it and it was here."

Ling Ruoyu: "..."

Even if you guessed that I might go south, you might not think that I was going by boat; even if you were sure that I was going by boat, there were more than one night boat going south. How did you get it right in one try? Is your luck really that good?

The girl's sword heart was sharp, and suddenly she felt the taste of being arranged in the dark that Zhao Changhe had experienced once, as if a thread of fate was maliciously tugged by someone.

This Long Haoyang is not easy to mess with. He looks good and elegant, but he is a typical gangster. The Demon Suppression Division has been secretly investigating their smuggling of salt for a long time, but there is no evidence at present. But his appearance here is evidence, because he can only come for the Holy Sword. Of course, there are more than one group of people who covet the Dragon Sparrow Holy Sword, but there is no doubt that they are all bad people. Who dares to do it...

This person ranks 67th on the Human List of the Troubled Times, and has one secret treasure. If I am in good condition, this is a challenge I have always dreamed of. Maybe I can replace the ranking with a battle, but now I am injured and exhausted. How to deal with it?

No matter how difficult it is, I have to deal with it. This is the Grand Canal, there is no place to run.

Ling Ruoyu slowly drew his sword and pointed at Long Haoyang: "It is here, what should I do, Mr. Long?"

Long Haoyang looked at the thick cloth wrapped door behind the girl. Even though the girl has long legs and is tall, the knife is almost as tall as her. This looks really cute in contrast. Long Haoyang couldn't help laughing: "The girl is injured, do you really want to fight me with such a big knife? I think it's better to hand over the holy knife, I'll let it drag us down, so that we can be evenly matched."

Before Ling Ruoyu answered, the door panel behind her protested: "Who is the drag!"

Long Haoyang laughed: "Sure enough, the holy knife is spiritual. But at this moment, do you dare to use the power of the holy knife?"

Long Que is on the killing list again, and the book of chaos will report it again. Ling Ruoyu's whereabouts will be known to the world again, and it will be difficult to follow up. Even if she is not killed, the typical energy of Long Que alone is very easy to attract the attention of others.

Ling Ruoyu smiled brightly: "Young master looks okay, why is your brain not working?"

Long Haoyang: "?"

"No matter what the consequences will be after I use the power of the holy knife, you will definitely die before me, and I may not be surrounded and killed. You are not afraid of death, so what should I be afraid of?" Ling Ruoyu said as he was about to draw his knife.

Long Que jumped for joy: "Pull me out, pull me out!"

Long Haoyang was sweating profusely. He was just one step ahead, and there would be a large number of gang members coming later. He didn't want to fight to the death with this crazy woman. Hearing this, he immediately said: "Why bother, how about a bet between you and me?"

"How to bet?"

"I will fight with the girl. If the girl wins, our Huaiyan Gang will immediately withdraw from this fight for the Holy Sword and never appear again. If the girl loses, the sword will be kept by us and has nothing to do with the girl. How about it?"

Naked bullying Ling Ruoyu was injured at this time... Ling Ruoyu's sword intent was strong: "Okay."

It seemed that this person boarded the ship by accident, and outsiders still didn't know that he was heading south. Instead of fighting again and making the world know about it, it would be better to really use a bet to make him withdraw and have no worries from then on.

Even though this battle will be difficult... Master said that swordsman should not be afraid of difficulties as long as he moves forward. Challenging the past is the way forward.

"choke!"

Long Hao raised his sword to fight with the dragon, and started to fight, but he bullied Ling Ruoyu into being unable to move with such a heavy sword on his back. In fact, Ling Ruoyu carried no weight at all, so he pretended to be stressed and blocked the way, waiting coldly for the opportunity.

With a "clang" sound, Ling Ruoyu parried a sword and was about to fight back when he felt a sharp pain in his ribs, but it was caused by the previous injury and the sword could not be undone.

The girl who missed the opportunity staggered away, with new marks on her arms.

It's a pity... If he hadn't been injured before, Ling Ruoyu was 80% sure that he would be able to fight this battle. It's a pity...

Over there, Zhao Changhe was hugging Piao Miao and making out with her. He had finally been fooled enough to take off his clothes, and a warning sign suddenly arose in his heart.

It is impossible for him to spy on the world at any time when he is full. The current message is conveyed by the heart-to-heart communication between the dragon bird and its master: the little apprentice is in trouble.

Piao Miao felt it in a daze, stretched out her hand to hold Zhao Changhe's hand, and whispered: "Hong Ling's apprentice is in trouble. She has a lot to do with the future of the mountains and rivers. I want to help."

Zhao Changhe shook his head: "It's better for me to go. Someone is pulling the strings of fate to cause trouble for me... If we don't separate you from me, this matter will never end in the future."

Piaomiao's face turned green: "Ye Wuming?"

"...Well, the only one who can do this is Ye Wuming." Zhao Changhe raised his middle finger to the sky: "If you don't let me have sex with my wife, can you do it yourself if you have the ability?"

There is no reply from heaven.

Zhao Changhe has also disappeared from where he was.

Piaomiao angrily activated the voice transmission between heaven and earth: "Jiuyou, where are you? Let's meet and discuss something!"

Ye Jiuyou didn't know what he was doing. He paused for a while and responded directly to his soul: "You can be so angry. Who has such great ability?"

"I have only had one enemy in my entire life, and I still have one enemy now!"

"What a coincidence, so am I. Come over here and show you something good."

Ling Ruoyu retreated again and was forced to the edge of the boat by Long Haoyang's sword. She was silently calculating the opponent's sword path, looking for an opportunity to use the door panel behind her to block the sword to see if she could get a chance to counterattack.

A message suddenly came to my mind: "Looking at the direction of your footwork, are you planning to use the dragon bird on your back to block the sword, and at the same time turn the sword back and attack his ribs?"

Ling Ruoyu: "?"

This voice sounds familiar. Is it the senior ancient demon god from before?

"The plan is good, but it may not be successful, and you will fall into the water due to the impact. Once you fall into the water, look at the boat behind you."

Only then did Ling Ruoyu realize that a boat was catching up from behind. If he fell into the water, a hail of arrows would allow him to meet the late emperor.

"Listen to me." The voice of the senior demon god said again: "You are just pretending to turn around, but you are actually sliding sideways, and the clouds are crossing the Qinling Mountains."

Yunhengqinling, one of the sword moves of Luoxia Villa, was a unique skill used by Yue Hongling to travel around the world before he was inherited by the Sword Emperor.

Ling Ruoyu had no time to think about how this senior knew the swordsmanship of Luoxia Villa, which had already been wiped out. His movements were faster than his thoughts. He pretended to turn around, but actually took a step sideways, and at the same time made a horizontal move with the long sword in his hand.

Long Haoyang over there actually guessed that the woman was about to turn around, and used the dragon bird to block the attack, and used his backhand sword to touch his lower abdomen. Seeing Ling Ruoyu turning around and making a fake move, Long Haoyang smiled slightly, immediately put away his sword to protect his ribs, and switched to slapping her with his left palm forward, hoping to knock her into the water with the knife.

As a result, Ling Ruoyu didn't turn around at all, but instead slid away sideways. Yun Hengqinling's movement happened to be on the path of his left palm, as if he had sent his hand to the door to be chopped.

Before Long Haoyang had time to change his moves, his left palm had already been sent under the blade of the sword. The artery was cut open and blood gushed out.

The shrill screams sounded just now. Ling Ruoyu didn't need to listen to instructions anymore. With a turn of the long sword, it was already smeared on Long Haoyang's neck.

The sky flashed with golden light almost impatiently: "At midnight, Ling Ruoyu went south guarding his sword. With his exhausted body, without using the power of the dragon bird, he used sword to sword to kill Long Haoyang on the canal."

"Sixty-seven on the list, Ling Ruoyu."

Ling Ruoyu: "..."

What the hell kind of crappy book was written by this bastard? Isn’t it deceiving people?

Looking at the speeding ship coming from behind, Ling Ruoyu's eyes fell on the cabin numbly.

The senior ancient demon god was sitting at the door of the cabin, laughing: "Are you angry? That's right. You are not the first or the last person to be tricked by the Book of Troubled Times."

Ling Ruoyu didn't answer this and asked: "Thank you, senior, for your help. I wonder how senior knows about my sect's Yunheng Qinling Mountains?"

Zhao Changhe said: "I just did some research on famous people in the world and found that your master is beautiful and sassy. I admire her very much... so I learned a little about her skills..."

Ling Ruoyu's face was expressionless: "Senior, is this the reason for helping me?"

"Yes, that's why."

"..."

Zhao Changhe looked at her expression with great interest and said with a smile: "Now the road is full of thorns. You are afraid that you will have to fight all the way to Suzhou. Are you afraid, little girl? Do you want to abandon the ship and go into the mountains to hide from it for ten and a half days? , waiting for your master to come to save people, just in time for me to meet..."

Ling Ruoyu shook his head: "Senior's advice just now made me realize something."

Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "What? Do you want me, the ancient demon god, to help you?"

“No…” Ling Ruoyu said seriously: “Most of them were originally blocking in the north. Now the fast sail is flowing, if they want to chase me, they can only come alone like Long Haoyang, who is good at light work, and they can’t gather people. Since they come one by one, then this journey to the south to protect the sword is also a way for me, Ling Ruoyu, to test my sword as a black hero?”

Zhao Changhe blinked his eyes: “What if I can’t win?”

“Since you are not afraid of being known, the Holy Sword can be used in times of crisis. This journey is not as difficult as expected… This is the way of training given by God, and it should be what Senior Han Wubing expected when he gave the sword to me. The book of troubled times is just a spur, not a trap.”

Ye Wuming: “…”

I am not as kind as you think.

Ling Ruoyu suddenly raised his breath and shouted, spreading the message to the back ship: “The Holy Sword is here, come and get it if you don’t want to die!”

The voice spread to the canal, and the wind in the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers moved.