Delong

Chapter 4 Staggering Walk (4)

In other words, since Zhang Xing crossed over a few days ago, there were gods, natural disasters, and wars.But after tossing and tossing for so many days, he felt sleepy after all, and he knew better in his heart that if he didn't take a good rest, he would have no confidence.

Therefore, after thinking for a while, Zhang Xing only put a stool behind the door to block it, then took off the straw and bedding on the bed, spread them on the ground behind the door, and then put the clothes, helmet, and long-handled eyebrow knife on the ground. On the inner side, I felt a little relieved and lay down to rest.

It might be because he was too tired, as soon as he relaxed, he immediately fell asleep.

But suddenly, he didn't know how long he had been in a drowsy sleep. With the sound of a bird singing from the roof, the traveler suddenly woke up, and the next moment, he clearly heard some movement outside the door, and immediately grasped the handle of the knife with the tip of his brow, Secretly stand up.

A hand reached in through the crack of the door, moved the stool away, and then the almost half-hidden door was slowly pushed open... At this time, the rain seemed to have stopped outside the house, so I don't know if it was moonlight or starlight, and a figure was clearly reflected out.

As this person entered, Zhang Xing, who had been walking at the end these days, recognized him almost instantly behind the door. This was the short man surnamed Wang. I even came to help myself spread the straw, but at this time, the memory sent chills down my spine.

Except for the door, the room was almost pitch-black. Sergeant Wang took two steps into the room, pulled out his dagger, and carefully groped towards the bed.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Xing had nothing to think about hiding behind the door. He waited for a while, seeing that no one else followed or any other figures outside the house, he stood up abruptly, and then drew the long knife with his backhand , Almost according to some kind of muscle memory, he slashed behind the opponent with all his strength.

But as soon as the saber was struck, Zhang Xing's heart became cold... It turned out that the small side room of a rural family is also a cramped place behind the door, and it is impossible to swing a half-length weapon like a long knife with eyebrows. The dirt wall made his movements deformed, but Zhang Xing himself was staggered.

Fortunately, the sergeant surnamed Wang was also taken aback and did not seize the moment to fight back. When this man came to his senses and brought up his dagger to stab, Zhang Xing had already abandoned the knife and frantically used his helmet to block it.

The dagger touched the helmet, pierced a spark, and deflected along the trend. Zhang Xing didn't dare to neglect, and quickly stretched out his other hand to pinch the opponent's wrist holding the dagger. The two hands met, but the opponent also stretched out the other hand to grab the helmet. It was four arms crossed, the two twisted together, but the house was narrow, and after a few scuffles, they just rolled over on the ground again.

At this time, Zhang Xing, whose mind was blank and who almost relied on instinct to fight for his life, only felt the so-called zhenqi between his chest and abdomen gushing out again, but he took advantage of the situation, and the zhenqi flowed along some kind of channel in both sides. The arm turned around and turned back to the chest and abdomen, forming a circle, and the arm filled with the so-called ice true energy also instantly increased its strength, immediately suppressing the opponent, and the hand holding the helmet broke free.

"you……"

The sergeant surnamed Wang was taken aback when he noticed something, and then opened his mouth, not knowing whether to shout or say something.

But Zhang Xing was relentless, he held down the opponent's dagger-holding wrist, and at the same time channeled his zhenqi, swung his helmet, and smashed towards the opponent's front door with all his strength, after several blows, the sergeant surnamed Wang became silent.

However, Zhang Xing didn't dare to gamble at all under the black light, and repeatedly smashed it dozens of times until his hands felt something wrong, then he let go of his true energy, and then took a breath.

After a while, he dragged the corpse under the moonlight inside the door, only to find that the other person's head had already been smashed to pieces by him. Although he couldn't see it clearly, it was obviously in the shape of some kind of jelly, and it was still emitting silk under the moonlight. Chill.

Of course, he couldn't take care of much at this time. Zhang Xing forced the vomiting in his chest and abdomen, and before he even had time to look at the night sky, he picked up the long knife with the tip of his eyebrows, found the dagger, put on his sticky helmet and rushed out, and then stepped on Walking on the muddy ground to the house that is covered in memories... This helmet hasn't been cleaned since the crossing!
Turning to the present, just a few dozen steps away, the rammed-earth thatched house not far away suddenly had a flash of fire, followed by noises, shouts, and roars.

This made Zhang Xing suddenly startled, and then accelerated forward.

But even so, it seemed that it was too late when he came to the house—a tall sergeant surnamed Han happened to walk out of the door with a grinning face in front of the thatched hut that was inexplicably on fire. get out.

Of course, his smile immediately froze on his face, because he also saw Zhang Xing.

Zhang Xing took a deep breath, and swung the brow sharp knife in his hand again. The sergeant surnamed Han on the opposite side didn't dare to hesitate, and rushed to meet him.

When the two sides fought in the open space in front of the house, the Sergeant Han suffered a great loss, because the outdoor space is suitable for the use of long weapons. With just one swing of the eyebrow knife, the Sergeant Han raised his sword to block it, and the weapon was broken. He also staggered to the ground.

However, the latter didn't panic at all, rolled over on the spot, and fled back to the rammed-earth thatched cottage where the roof was smoking.

There must be Du Meng's long-handled weapon in the house, and what's more, it's hard to say whether Du Meng is dead or alive at this time. Zhang Xing didn't dare to give the opponent any time, so he threw down the long knife and chased after him with a dagger.

As soon as he chased him in, he only stepped into the room with half a step. Amidst the thick smoke and darkness, the sergeant surnamed Han turned around and rushed out from the room again. , and then lure them in for hand-to-hand combat.

This time, Zhang Xing gained experience, he didn't panic at all, and immediately sent his true energy to his limbs, rolling and wrestling with the opponent in front of the door.

But as soon as the hand-to-hand combat started, the traverser further realized the reason why the opponent pushed into the room, because at the same time when he cast the ice qi, he also noticed the sudden increase in the strength of the opponent's limbs, and there was a heat coming from the opponent. Swelling from the limbs, the heat meets my own cold, canceling each other out.

Not only that, Zhang Xing only felt that as soon as he slowed down his true energy, the opponent's heat would invade his body, and in turn it was scorching hot and his strength was exhausted.

In the muddy ground in front of the door, the two were in a mess, sometimes standing up and wrestling, sometimes rolling and tearing, under the firelight and moonlight, both sides could clearly see the shock in the other's eyes, but at the same time, both of them could only Striving to mobilize the zhenqi, consuming each other non-stop, not daring to stagnate in the slightest, and not daring to have the slightest intention of fleeing from the battle.

For a while, it was a stalemate.

By this time, the other two rout soldiers had already heard the movement.

Besides, Zhang Xing is not a fool, he has been secretly running this zhenqi for the past two days, and he has long realized that this zhenqi has miraculous effects, but at the current level, it is by no means a difference between heaven and man once it is used Even if he swung his big knife down, he still couldn't stop it... But at this moment, he didn't know what the route of the remaining two rout soldiers was, did they collude?
At this point, Zhang Xing was in a stalemate with the other party, but at the same time he let go of his throat: "What are you doing standing there stupidly? This guy surnamed Han is outrageous. He wants to coerce us into Luocao and prevent us from going home. Neither I nor I can be fooled." From then on, he came to sneak attack... This villain, if he wins, will you still be good?"

This bickering is not to expect the two to come to rescue, but to disturb the two and prevent the remaining two defeated soldiers from participating in the battle.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" The sergeant surnamed Han was frightened and angry, and his true energy surged out, and he rolled to the top again, but he also took advantage of the situation to talk to those defeated soldiers. "I saw that Hongshan barbarian surnamed Du killed innocent people indiscriminately and didn't take their lives as their own. That's why I offended them..."

Zhang Xing was determined in his heart, knowing that the two of them had no collusion with the sergeant surnamed Han, but he kept saying:
"What kind of idea are you thinking that other people can't see, who is innocent? Is it the one who wants to rape the widow or the people in this village who give us food, clothing and beds?"

"You fake your injury and pretend to be sick, plotting something wrong!"

"You sneak attack in the middle of the night, shameful and ridiculous!"

"you……"

Just like that, while shouting to fight for the remaining two rout soldiers, the two desperately exerted their strength in the muddy ground, their true energy poured out unreservedly, it was hard to tell the winner.

There is no winner or loser, the reason is unknown, and the two are not accompanied by each other, which of the two defeated soldiers will dare to go up?
"Dog, lie down for me!"

Suddenly, as a sergeant surnamed Han turned his back to the burning earth house, a voice suddenly sounded behind him, and then a person jumped out of the house like a cannonball, holding a long knife, first shouted loudly, and then the handle of the knife was heavy. As soon as he knocked on the ground, he made a gesture to strike at one of them.

It turned out to be Du Meng who thought he was terminated before.

Hearing this sound, Zhang Xing was naturally overjoyed, but the sergeant Han was terrified, and in a hurry, the latter immediately tried to hide and escape, but how could Zhang Xing allow him to dodge, and at the same time increased his true energy to move against the past , but on the other hand, he raised his head back, and slammed his helmeted head against the other side's door—this was one of the ways he had planned to defeat the enemy when he went out to wear a helmet, and it happened to be used at this time .

As expected, Dumeng's helping hand did not come. Instead, the sergeant surnamed Han was completely at a loss under the impact, and the zhenqi in his arm also lost its continuation.

Without hesitation, Zhang Xing continued to grab the opponent with one hand, while the other hand holding the dagger was like killing the short sergeant before, stabbing repeatedly, almost poking a hornet's nest in the opponent's body.

However, after a while, almost like a stop-motion animation, Zhang Xingfu froze again, and stopped in place.

Because he clearly noticed that suddenly, an invisible scorching force gushed out from the opponent's body, and then attached itself to his own body... And it was completely different from the previous kind of true energy that invaded each other. This time, this time The scorching air is friendly, even clinging.

The invisible scorching air poured into the body, circulated around the limbs, and returned to the chest and abdomen. For a while, some strength recovered, and it seemed to be full of energy.

Not to mention, Zhang Xing's heart moved slightly, and after a little luck, he was shocked to find that the place in his chest and abdomen that had been storing true energy was filled again, and he was able to freely adjust two types of true energy — cold air in his left hand. Unchanged, the dagger held in the right hand actually swelled, which was the evaporation of the blood stains on the dagger under the high temperature.

What is this, experience from fighting monsters?

The second time travel golden finger presented by the Taishang Laojun?

Or is there such a rule of true energy in this world?

In the midst of surprise, what pulled Zhang Xing back from his wild thoughts was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground——Zhang Xing turned his head in a daze, only to see Du Meng, who was still majestic just now, suddenly fell to the ground , and quickly dropped the dead man in his hands, and turned around to help Dumeng.

Du Meng was paralyzed on the muddy floor not far from the front of the house, barely sat up with the support of his hands, his breathing was short and difficult, when he saw Zhang Xing approaching, he complained instead: "Your injury is well, how can you hide it from me?"

"I was too careful, but if I didn't hide it, both of us would be dead at this time... That surnamed Wang also attacked me, and he only came after I broke up with him." Zhang Xing was also helpless. "Brother Du Meng, how is your injury?"

"I can't live anymore..."

All Meng sighed. "The one surnamed Han sneaked in. He was really angry and stabbed three times. He was as black as you. It was all on the chest and abdomen. At first I wanted to pretend to be dead and fight back, but when I just got up secretly, I knew it was hopeless. It's gone... the internal organs should be broken, and it won't last for a few moments... I can only scream."

Although they only knew each other for three or five days, Zhang Xing still couldn't help but feel a sore nose.

"What are you crying for? This is my retribution... Do you know about retribution?" At this point, Du Meng looked up at the two rout soldiers who were timidly preparing to come up, and scolded them on the spot. "You two men and women don't know good from bad... Go farther away, I have something to say to my brother."

The two were so eager to do so, they turned around and fled immediately. Instead, several villagers appeared on the periphery at this time, looking at the burning house and the two soldiers who clearly showed goodwill in the fire with their hands tied.

"brother."

The earthen house behind him had been drenched in rain for many days. At this time, the fire was billowing from the inside, and it was already surrounded by smoke. Du Meng went to see Zhang Xing again, but he was panting more and more quickly. "It's my fault. They were life and death brothers who escaped together, but they took advantage of the situation to seize your family treasure. This is the first time I have seen such a good treasure that can be used without genuine anger. Is it true?" Dirty heart...you really deserve it...the thing is behind my waist, you can take it yourself."

Zhang Xing shook his head again and again, just came to help the other party: "I'll carry you to the side, the smoke here is too heavy."

"Okay." Du Meng nodded in agreement.

However, as soon as he started to support him, Du Meng's face changed violently, and he waved his hands again and again.

Zhang Xing understood, so he had no choice but to let go.

"Forget it, one bad life, you won't die on Luolongtan, the old man won't die before the temple is destroyed, dragging here is already taking advantage of your luck to change your life." After a long pause, he spoke again, panting even more quickly, On the contrary, the language is calm. "But brother... now, although I deserve it, there is still one thing I have to entrust to you... You can help if you want, and I don't blame you if you don't want to, but I still count on you to help... you You must know that I am from Hongshan, the most important thing..."

"I know, the most important thing is to return the fallen leaves to their roots." Zhang Xing blurted out. "You saved my life at Laojun Temple, and I will try my best to bring your body back and bury it in your home."

It was as if Du Meng had been pardoned, and his breathing suddenly became intense, and then he pulled his lungs, as unpleasant as a broken bellows.

Zhang Xing hurriedly greeted the old man in the village who was watching from a distance, and asked a few words, but there was nothing he could do. He could only come over with a bowl of warm water, and sat down with his head bowed in the mud with him.

Just like that, I don't know how long it took, the breathing of the people beside him became more and more difficult, and suddenly, it didn't continue, but Zhang Xing didn't look up either.

After waiting for a while, he just lowered his head and carefully laid down the person leaning on him to make a smooth surface, but he also lost some so-called ice true energy, so that the corpse would cool down quickly and be refrigerated... After hesitating for a while, he reluctantly took off the compass.

To be honest, after this incident, Zhang Xing has more or less personally learned what is not to rely on—whatever one wants, one will point to. I dare not say it is something that seduces people's hearts in fables, but treat it as If you use the golden finger recklessly, you will suffer a big loss sooner or later.

How do you say that?Fortune is what misfortune leans on, and misfortune is what blessings subdue. Excessive pursuit of superficial desires may lead to catastrophe instead.

The irony is that these words are actually produced by Laojun, he is the one who has the right to explain.

Putting away the compass, Zhang Xing turned his head to look at the surrounding local villagers, then looked up at the sky, just about to speak, but always felt that something was wrong, then looked at the sky again, then lowered his head to look at Du Meng The corpse looked at the sky three times, and finally realized the problem:

It turned out that there were actually two moons hanging high in the sky overhead.

The two moons are one big and one small, and the big one seems to be no different from the moon on the earth. There are also mottled, dark and light spots on it, and even some similarities. Although the slightly reddish one is only three in one of the big one, the outline is clear and clear. Unmistakably different from other stars.

The two months are not far apart, one bright and one red, reflecting each other.

Zhang Xing stared blankly for a while, then quickly accepted the reality,

It was as if he had quickly accepted that he had easily killed two people, and had quickly accepted the death of his temporary and only companion.

PS: Thanks to the lord Yang Hanzheng and Smelly Seabed.

(End of this chapter)