I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Chapter 35 Swordsman Jing Ke
"boom."

There was a crash, followed by a faltering voice, "No no no no no."

Such disordered breathing, is it human?

Baitao walked in.

I saw a boy lying on the white bones all over the ground. The boy's hands and feet were bound, his hair was messy, his chin had stubble, and a piece of starched sackcloth was stuffed in his mouth.

Twirling like a spirit snake, trying to break free.

Seeing someone coming, he moved even more, "Mmmmmmmm!"

No wonder the bat spirit is so easy to be fooled, so there is really someone behind it?

But why didn't he notice the sound of someone breathing here before, Baitao thought to himself, and picked the sackcloth in his mouth with the tip of the sword.

The young man closed his eyes, tears welled up in his eyes, he coughed a few times, and said, "Thank you, thank you heroine, vomit."

There were holes in the sackcloth that had been picked out on the ground, and there were worms that wriggled.

Baitao deeply sympathized with him, "You mortal are so courageous, you dare to leave here."

The young man had finished throwing up his sour water, and he said, "This place is a wicked place. Phew, but I'm the number one swordsman in the world, so I'm not afraid."

"First Swordsman?"

Baitao cut the rope for him and said, "Then what's your name?"

The young man was full of vigor, he moved his numb hands, cupped his fists and bowed: "Swordsman, Jing Ke."

"Swordsman, Jing Ke." Baitao said, "My name is Baitao, and I'm just an ordinary woman."

Jing Ke clasped his fists together: "I've seen Miss Baitao."

Baitao felt that this guy was too polite to roam the rivers and lakes, as if he was raised by a noble family.

After accepting the thoughts in her heart, she also clasped her fists together, and then asked, "Did you see anything else besides the proprietress and the villagers just now?"

"What boss lady and villagers."

Jing Ke was confused, "I came here after traveling through mountains and rivers. When I settled down in a village, I heard that this place used to be their hometown. It's just that there have been frequent hauntings in the past few decades, and countless villagers have died strangely."

"People in the village were panic-stricken, and they migrated collectively. In the past ten years, a few villagers were unwilling to come and find out, but unexpectedly there was no news."

"Confucius said, I can't help but feel strange and confused. I don't believe there are any monsters and ghosts in this world. Come here alone to see who is stationed here to make trouble."

Baitao's eyelids slightly lifted: "And then?"

"Not long after I came in, I ran into a group of bats that came out to look for food."

Jing Ke found the sword from the pile of bones, and said slowly, "I didn't know what happened, so I passed out. When I woke up, I didn't know who was tied up, and I saw you."

"As for the proprietress and villagers you mentioned?"

He looked at the crumbling old inn, "This place has been abandoned for many years. If you smell the smell here, it must have been without ventilation for a long time. How could there be a proprietress and villagers here?"

Baitao: "Oh, then who do you think tied you up?"

Jing Ke paused, "No, then there is no one here, who tied me up?"

Baitao sneered, "Just pretend, don't you think that all the goblins in the world are equally stupid."

She didn't even say hello, the horizontal sword slashed at his head.

Jing Ke's pupils shrank, and he didn't dare to be careless at all. He leaned back, and he raised his skull with his toes and threw it towards her sword blade with the evil wind.

"boom."

The skull turned into powder.

At the same time, he drew his sword to block the sound of "swipe", looked directly at Baitao with flat lake-like eyes and said, "You are not with that goblin, I don't want to make things difficult for you."

"You don't want to embarrass me, obviously you can't embarrass me."

Baitao hates this kind of hypocrisy, "You can't even fight a bat spirit, let alone me? Am I right, the demon catcher—"

During the interrogation, they went through another seven or eight tricks.

Baitao is a wild way of self-taught, and she pays attention to doing whatever she wants.

But this Jing Ke's swordsmanship is a true fusion of human and sword, even the wind blades are deformed, and the momentum is fierce and fierce.

"I'm not a demon catcher."

Jing Ke's eyes reflected the sword light, extremely cold, extremely quiet, and extremely determined, this is the real him.

Baitao abandoned the dagger, and changed his five fingers into claws to hold the blade of his sword.

Immediately, there was a long crackling sound, and his long sword was cut off inch by inch, and any flashy sword skills were fake in the eyes of the goblin.

Baitao grabbed his neck, Jing Ke lost his sword, just like a warrior lost his life.

He closed his eyes dejectedly, "You kill me."

"How many monsters died in your hands?"

Baitao gritted her teeth.

"No."

His Adam's apple was rolling, but his fingers were slowly placed on his waist, as if he wanted to pick something out.

Before she could make a move, Baitao pinched his wrist bone, snapped and twisted, "Your speed, in my eyes, is not enough."

Mayflies shake trees, how absurd.

It's ridiculous to use a mantis' arms as a car.

Jing Ke had resigned himself to his fate, and said mockingly, "I'm not a monster catcher, I'm a swordsman."

Baitao tore a palm-sized pot from his waist, which was something he tried to pick but failed to pick.

The jug is extremely delicate and pocket-sized.

The red talisman on it is depicted on it, flowing slowly, like a living thing.

She just wanted to unscrew it with one hand, but she felt a terrifying sense of crisis, like the murderous intent of a blade against her throat.

Baitao's pupils stretched into vertical lines, and she asked, "What is this?"

Jing Ke said: "Jiuli pot."

"Why use it?"

"A demon refiner."

Baitao almost missed him with his sword, "You still say you're not a demon catcher, and you're making fun of me for a fool?!"

"Believe it or not, it's all up to you."

Jing Ke stands upright, his body is like a rock, and even his speech is steady, making people involuntarily want to be convinced.

After all, Baitao is not a goblin who likes to kill, her eyes flickered a few times to make sure that he didn't have anything else on him, and he was quite weak, so he couldn't pose any threat.

Putting the Jiuli pot in her arms, she slowly let go of Jing Ke's neck.

"Thank you."

Jing Ke's voice was hoarse, with a feeling of leaking air.

It's not bad to pretend, Baitao snorted coldly in her heart, "It's just useless to kill you, otherwise, with your status as a monster catcher, I would have cut you to pieces."

Jing Ke said straight, "I'm not a monster catcher."

Baitao: "."

She rolled her eyelids, and it was self-evident what she meant.

Jing Ke frowned like a sharp knife point, "I'm not a human cultivator, I can't unscrew the Jiuli pot, I can't contain the demons, but I am a swordsman, I can hold a sword in my hand, I can kill evil spirits, I am born to be a swordsman! "

It turned out to be the case.

Baitao recalled that people in the world have not fallen in cultivating monsters, but never expected that they have fallen so low that they can't even unscrew the magic weapon. It's really miserable.

He turned around and walked out the door stepping on the rattling white bones, and threw him a word.

"There are dead people inside, what are you still doing in there?"

Jing Ke was taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly followed her out the door.

Baitao checked the horses outside, and found that the horseshoes had really been replaced by the zombies.

She found the body of the waiter in the corner again. This waiter should have died recently. There was a ray of self-conscious soul hanging on it, but now it has completely dissipated.

"Jing Ke."

Baitao raised her chin to Jing Ke, who was still standing seven or eight steps away, "Come here and bury the waiter."

Anyway, he even changed her horseshoe, this zombie can't treat him badly, so let's bury him generously.

By the stream, Jing Ke built a small grave with stones.

Baitao sat beside her, set up a bonfire, and roasted two pheasants.Seeing that the grave mound he built was quite neat, he said, "It's not bad."

Jing Ke, bathed in the cold moonlight, pressed the last stone tightly, "I once buried my father, mother, and the whole family, old and young, with my own hands. It's a skill."

Baitao: "...sorry."

"It's been a long time, it's nothing." Jing Ke clapped his hands and straightened his waist.

The changing sky at night and the light and shadow flow together, reflecting a sand painting in the valley and wilderness.

He came over and sat down and said, "Besides, it's also very good. I'm alone, without worries, and drifting with the wind."

Not far away, the dark tree shadows on the mountain wall hide the glowing green eyes of the mandrill, and there are occasional weeds shaking abnormally around.

Jing Ke bent one knee, turned the pheasant and said, "I have never tried to stay on the ground in the wild so late at night. It is really different to have a fairy by my side."

Baitao glanced at him lazily, but said nothing.

Jing Ke: "I can't see through your real body, are you a vixen?"

"Are you curious?"

Jing Ke looked at the beautiful nose and cherry lips in front of her, who was enchanting and pure, and even the sky depicted by the fine brushwork of heaven and earth was reduced to a fairy as a foil in front of her.

He said softly: "It seems to be."

Baitao didn't respond, grabbed some weeds and added them on. The charcoal was burning red, and she made a sound of "Pip".

Jing Ke said, "Which country are you a fairy from?"

Baitao: "There are different types of goblins, regardless of national boundaries."

Jing Ke tried to talk to the goblin: "I'm from Wei, and I'm from Wei. What about you, are you from Qin?"

"Yes, my brother is in Qin."

He knew that she also had a goblin brother, and surprise flashed in his eyes, "Brother Ling's cultivation must be outstanding, and he is of great importance in the mortal world."

Baitao was also bored, and said: "It's not bad, I became a small official in Qin State, and I wasted my life."

"Are you going to Zhao country?"

"Yes." Baitao added another handful of grass and said, "What about you?"

Jing Ke: "Me? I don't know where to go. Now my country exists in name only, and the country is no longer a country. The land is full of people from other countries in Qin State, and there is no place for me to defend myself."

"Then you travel around to other countries?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you stay in Qin State, Qin State is now in court, and with your sword skills, it is not a problem to be an official's servant."

Jing Ke refused, saying, "I have also traveled to Qin, but I couldn't understand the laws and regulations there, so I withdrew and left again."

Baitao asked him: "What law?"

Jing Ke said every word, with imperceptible grievances: "One person breaks the law, and ten people sit together. This is the unique system of consecutive sittings in the other six countries in Shandong."

Baitao: "When you go to any country, you have to do as the Romans do and respect the regulations of other countries, not to mention the first-class Qin country."

"No, the harshness and cruelty of the Lianzao system is simply heinous. How can people endure it if they survive in Qin?"

Jing Ke added a piece of wood, "What's more, from ancient times to the present, people have always been restrained by public order and good customs, not by such inhuman laws."

Maybe he was facing a goblin, knowing that goblins don't have so many twists and turns.

He opened his heart and said: "In such a huge world, if a family wants to forge ahead, it must rely on mutual encouragement and warmth. It is really outrageous to stare at each other and report on each other."

Jing Ke seems to have resentment towards Qin, and he is right, Qin and Wei are enemies.

Baitao said, "How long have you been here?"

"It's only been three days. In just three days, you can see more than a dozen old people who have been tortured on the street." Jing Ke frowned, "I will never stay in Qin."

Everyone has aspirations.

It's not easy to persuade Baitao.

I just think that as an ordinary person, he can get along with her a few tricks, and with such an extraordinary conversation, if brother Zheng can see such a talent, he will be happy too.

She licked her teeth regretfully: "It would be great if you saw King Qin."

Jing Ke smiled broadly: "Life is an unexpected journey, and there will always be opportunities to meet each other."

　Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin.

　　Jing Ke: (I poke, poke, poke) Hey, didn't expect that?

　　Ying Zheng: (kissed) (angry) (stomp) There are always people who want to harm me!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)