After all, the bun shop is a narrow place, which is not conducive to the use of Miao Dao.
Therefore, the first thing Ding Xiu had to do was to force Lin Zhongtian out and fight him in a more open battlefield.
The moves he used were the left and right defense styles of the Xinyou Sword Technique, also known as the left defense style and the right defense style.
The arc of the sword swing can be large or small, and it can be used for attacking or defending, making it suitable for many combat scenarios.
When they arrived at the street outside the bun shop, Ding Xiu finally got enough space to display his skills, so he changed his pace, raised the slender Miao Dao in front of him, held it in one hand upright and the other hand reversed, and pointed the tip of the knife at Lin Zhongtian in front of him.
Seeing this familiar posture in his memory, Lin Zhongtian showed a smile on his face.
"Ding Xiu, you are really strong."
"…You know my name?"
Ding Xiu frowned and couldn't help thinking in his heart.
Although he boasted of his martial arts prowess, his reputation was far less prominent than that of the demon with blood on his hands before him.
How did the other party know my name?
Lin Zhongtian drew the long sword from his waist and was about to say something with a smile when his expression suddenly changed and he stabbed behind him with his backhand.
The tip of the sword cut through the air, causing a sharp whistle.
Jin Yichuan, who was hiding in the shadows, narrowed his eyes and quickly used the two swords in his hands to block in front of him.
“clang——”
A crisp sound of metal clashing was heard, and a tremendous force came from the tip of the sword.
Jin Yichuan only felt his hands go numb and he was unable to defend himself. He could not help but retreat repeatedly. At the same time, the two swords in his hands unconsciously bounced to both sides, exposing the unprotected chest and abdomen in the middle.
Lin Zhongtian took advantage of the situation and pursued Jin Yichuan, with the tip of his sword piercing through the air.
Seeing that Jin Yichuan was about to be pierced through the heart by the sword, Ding Xiu glared angrily at his presumptuous junior brother, then shouted, changed his grip, held the knife high above his head with both hands, and chopped towards Lin Zhongtian's back.
Lin Zhongtian had anticipated this, and the sword he stabbed at Jin Yichuan was just a feint.
When Ding Xiu was about to chop with his knife, Lin Zhongtian dodged and retreated, at the same time putting the sword behind his back, and the spine of the sword brushed against the blade.
Then Lin Zhongtian twisted his body and hips, with the sword body sticking to the knife body, and moved it from behind to the front of his body. At the same time, he pressed down and used the force of Ding Xiu's chop to chop the ground with the knife.
The knife hit the air and Ding Xiu was suddenly startled and couldn't help but blurt out.
"Xinyou Sword Skill, are you also a descendant of the Qi Family Army?"
"Of course not..."
Lin Zhongtian smiled slightly, and before he could finish his words, a pair of cloth shoes with mud on the soles appeared in front of him.
Lin Zhongtian naturally didn't want to be smeared in the face by the cloth shoes, so he swung his sword to knock the shoes away. After resolving the attack, he floated back.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ding Xiu stood up with the knife in his hand, and once again assumed the same posture as before, pointing the tip of the knife at Lin Zhongtian with a serious expression.
At the same time, Jin Yichuan next to him also recovered. He held the two swords in one hand upright and the other hand backward, assumed an offensive posture, and slowly paced behind Lin Zhongtian, waiting for an opportunity to find his flaws.
Lin Zhongtian curled the corner of his mouth and bowed to Ding Xiu who was standing in front of him with his left foot bare.
"All is fair in war, I have learned my lesson."
Ding Xiu curled his lips and didn't reply.
Lin Zhongtian glanced at the moon in the sky, thought for a moment, and suddenly bowed and said, "It's getting late, and I'm a little tired, so I won't bother you any more. I'll come back another day to ask for your advice!"
After saying that, Lin Zhongtian sheathed his sword, leaped onto the roof, and disappeared from the sight of the two after a few jumps.
Jin Yichuan widened his eyes, looking at the roof where Lin Zhongtian disappeared, and couldn't help but speak.
"What kind of light skill is this?"
"Maybe it's just because of my great strength..."
Ding Xiu stared at the broken stone brick under his feet and said with a strange expression.
Jin Yichuan didn't notice these details. When he heard what his senior brother Ding Xiu said, he couldn't help but recall the sword strike just now. So he nodded and said with lingering fear: "This guy is really strong - no, senior brother, who is this person?"
Ding Xiu glanced at him and spoke slowly while sheathing his Miao Dao.
"The Bone Demon Hand, Fu Qingyun."
“It’s him!”
Jin Yichuan was invigorated when he heard this, and couldn't help but look again in the direction where Lin Zhongtian disappeared.
Ding Xiu put away the long knife and put it on his shoulder again. Just as he was about to turn around and walk into the bun shop, he suddenly turned his head as if he remembered something, looked at Jin Yichuan and said, "Oh, by the way, Yichuan, Fu Qingyun doesn't seem to like the nickname of White Bone Demon Hand. If you meet him next time when you are doing errands, remember to call him Fu Qingyun, otherwise I'm afraid he will bear a grudge and kill you first."
Although it was a warning, Ding Xiu's tone was still nonchalant and careless.
Jin Yichuan had long been accustomed to his senior brother's attitude, and he smiled slightly when he heard this.
"I don't think he would like this title either."
"...Oh?" Ding Xiu paused, turned around again, and asked with interest, "From what you said, it seems that you know a lot of information about this guy. Can you tell me about it?"
Jin Yichuan chuckled, and just as he was about to speak, he couldn't help but covered his mouth and coughed a few times.
Ding Xiu frowned and stretched out a hand, wanting to pat his back.
Jin Yichuan stretched out his hand to block Ding Xiu, rejecting his senior brother's clumsy kindness. After a pause, he said, "It's not a big deal. You called me over so anxiously tonight, so you should tell me your intelligence first!"
"Okay."
Ding Xiu nodded and whispered, "The organization has recruited more than 20 experts, who are scheduled to arrive in the capital in 15 days. By then, we will need your help to lead the way and rescue Brother Zhao."
"Fifteen days later?"
Jin Yichuan calculated in his mind and shook his head: "No, it's too slow."
Ding Xiu frowned: "It's already very fast. If it's faster, the manpower will have to be reduced by at least half."
Jin Yichuan said decisively: "Then reduce it by half!"
Ding Xiu was a little confused: "Not really, I remember you said that the Tianlao is not like the big prison in the government office, the prisoners in there won't live more than three months at most, once the verdict is passed, there will be no delay at all, they will go directly to the execution ground on the same day."
Jin Yichuan nodded: "I said so."
Ding Xiu asked back, "How long has Brother Zhao been in there?"
Jin Yichuan replied: "It has been more than three months."
Ding Xiu smiled and said, "You see, this shows that the emperor doesn't want to kill him yet. The situation is not as serious as you think."
Jin Yichuan shook his head: "The emperor didn't kill Brother Zhao because he didn't remember him, or he didn't want to remember him. But once Brother Zhao's name appears before him again, what do you think he will do?"
“…”
Ding Xiu's expression was uncertain: "What do you mean?"
Jin Yichuan nodded: "That's right. Seven days later, the Ministry of Justice will hand over the list of people waiting for trial in the Heavenly Prison to the emperor for review. At that time, Brother Zhao's name will definitely appear on the list in the emperor's hands."
"But even if that's the case, the emperor won't necessarily execute Brother Zhao immediately, right?"
"Brother, are you planning to let Brother Zhao's life depend on the whim and anger of that tyrant?"
Jin Yichuan retorted, then shook his head and said, "I don't want to gamble. Brother Zhao once trusted that tyrant, but you all saw the result. Instead of waiting for death, it is better to take the initiative. Within seven days, gather all the people you can, and go with you and me to rob the prison."
Ding Xiu's expression changed, but he quickly made a decision.
"Okay, let's do it!"
After saying that, Ding Xiu seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, "But...where are your two brothers on duty?"
Jin Yichuan's face froze, and his eyes dimmed for a moment, but he immediately regained his composure: "Don't worry, I've already discussed it with Doctor Zhang. I will die of illness in front of them before I take action, and I will never implicate the two of them."
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