Chapter 706: Seeking Revenge
Wei Changtian and his companions left Jinzhou City at dusk, slowly chasing after the large army that had traveled 300 miles westward.
Chu Xianping left half an hour earlier.
During the day, he handed over various matters of Tianji Academy to Zhang San, handed over the mother-and-child jade and secret language that had the highest "communication authority" of Tianji Academy, and then simply packed his luggage and left the city for Qingzhou, two thousand miles away, to find the first "Chixiao Sword".
Of course, before leaving, he still came to say goodbye to Wei Changtian.
"Don't worry, sir. I will bring all four swords back within two months."
"Well, Brother Chu, thank you for your help."
"Sir, over at Xinfeng"
"Brother Chu, you don't have to worry about this matter. It will be fine with me here."
"Okay, take care of yourself, young master."
"Brother Chu, take care of yourself too."
“.”
The master and his servant parted ways, and to those who didn't know the inside story, this conversation seemed nothing unusual.
However, in Yang Liushi's ears, there were some very complicated emotions.
Especially Chu Xianping, it seemed like he had some unspeakable secret that he wanted to say but couldn't.
Of course, with Chu Xianping's acting skills, it would be very easy to create such an effect.
In addition, his parents died early, he had no brothers or sisters, and his only wife was living well in Dashu. Yang Liushi really couldn't think of any weakness of his that could be threatened.
Therefore, even though it sounded a bit "helpless", Yang Liushi still did not change her opinion of Chu Xianping.
"Young Master."
Looking at Wei Changtian beside her, she asked with some concern: "Sending Chu Xianping to find the sword this time, nothing will go wrong, right?"
"Probably not. These four swords are useless in his hands."
Wei Changtian shook his head and took another look at the figure in the distance.
"Let's go."
“Everything became clear soon.”
“.”
At the time of Xu, two hundred miles west of Jinzhou City.
At night, the moon rises in the east, the sky is full of stars, and the night covers the wilderness, bringing a cool feeling.
"Da-da-da, da-da-da."
“Gurgle gurgle.”
The sound of horse hooves and wheels rolled over the silence surrounding them. A horse-drawn carriage and more than a dozen riders quickly passed by the door of a post station beside the official road, causing the banner embroidered with the word "post station" to flutter.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so impressive."
A postman stood by the road, watching the group of people riding all good horses disappear into the night. He shook his head and sighed, then slowly lit the two lanterns hanging at the door.
Soon, there was finally a ray of light in the dark wilderness, and the postman limped into the post station to light a fire and cook.
It was obvious that this man was a cripple, probably injured on the battlefield, and then was arranged here to guard the post station.
Nowadays, there are many such veterans in various places in Daning.
Although they all have varying degrees of physical disabilities, they are all practitioners after all, so they can basically take care of themselves.
In addition, even for a job like that of a postman, the salary is far higher than the income of ordinary people, so most of these people have a pretty good life.
If one has a wife and children, it is enough to support the whole family.
If you are not married yet, you can go to a brothel every now and then.
At least compared to those brothers who died on the battlefield, they are already extremely lucky. "Hehe~Hehe~"
"Damn it, the pickles are almost finished."
Accompanied by the lazy snoring of several old horses in the stable behind the house, the lame postman had just brought the cooked porridge to the wooden table. At this time, he was struggling to fish out pickled vegetables from a half-person-high jar, with his whole head buried in the mouth of the jar, looking a bit funny.
"It's almost Old Wang's turn to come. I must find a good place to drink a few bottles of wine when I return to the city."
"And there is Xiao Cui from Manxianglou, with her delicate and tender little face."
"Next year I will save enough money to redeem her."
“.”
The sound of mumbling to himself echoed in the small inn, and then stopped abruptly at a certain moment.
The lame postman spent a long time trying and finally found a piece of pickled vegetable.
But before he could stand up straight, he felt a sudden, piercing chill on his neck.
“This, this.”
Trembling, he tilted his head, only to see a short dagger emitting faint light pressed tightly against his throat. The person holding the dagger could take his life with just a shake of his hand.
There was no movement, not even a hint of any scent.
The lame postman knew that this man must be an expert, so he didn't even dare to beg for mercy. He just leaned against the edge of the tank, trying to support his body.
"Have you ever seen a black carriage?"
Soon, the person behind him spoke indifferently.
“Yes, I have.”
The lame postman knew that the best way to survive at this time was to tell the truth, so he immediately stammered and replied: "A quarter of an hour ago, he went west."
"Whose car is it?"
The person behind him asked again.
"Little, little people don't know."
The lame postman replied without moving: "No, but it seems to be hanging a flag with the word Wei on it."
“.”
There was no sound, and the visitor did not ask any more questions. The coldness on the lame postman's neck also slowly faded away.
But before he could calm down, a warm feeling suddenly appeared in his throat.
The lame postman reached out his hand tremblingly to touch it, only to feel something sticky and slippery.
“Plop!”
The pickles fell back into the jar, splashing some brine. The hunched body slowly collapsed on the edge of the jar, and a dark red liquid was slowly flowing along the cracks in the rocks on the ground.
On the small wooden table beside the jar, a bowl of white porridge was still emitting wisps of hot steam.
"Dad, why did you kill him?"
After a few breaths, a slightly childish female voice sounded: "He didn't see what we look like."
"But he knows we were here."
A deep male voice replied, "This matter must not reach Wei Changtian's ears."
"oh"
The woman responded, her voice becoming anxious.
"Dad, now that we've caught up with him, let's go and avenge Mom!"
"Don't be impatient. Dad is no match for him."
"What should we do then?!"
"It's okay, Dad has his own way, now we just follow him."
“.”
The conversation between a man and a woman, an old man and a young man soon turned into the sound of the wind in the night and disappeared outside the small post station.
It was obvious that they were father and daughter, and it sounded like Wei Changtian had killed their wives and mother.
However, if Wei Changtian himself was here and saw the father and daughter with his own eyes, he probably would not be able to remember that he had ever done such a thing.
After all, apart from the previous owner, he has never killed a few women, whether directly or indirectly, after he traveled through time.
So where did the enemy come from? "Swoosh! Swoosh!"
Under the moonlight, two figures were moving very quickly, their faces unclear in the hazy silver light.
But if there really was someone here, even if they couldn't see clearly, they should be able to feel that both of them were very unusual.
The man had starry brows and sword-like eyes, his aura was unfathomable, and his strength was at least of the upper third rank.
The woman had an extremely pure appearance, the few patches of skin that were exposed were as white as snow, and she did not look very old.
With her looks, she will surely grow up to be a stunningly beautiful woman in the future.
Thinking about it this way, her deceased mother must have also been a peerless beauty.
(End of this chapter)
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