At this point, Fu Xiaoguan and Susu were at the end of their strength.
Fu Xiaoguan was aware of the current situation. Facing these cavalrymen, he and Susu had no way of fighting head-on. Now that Susu was exhausted, he didn't want Susu to die like this.
He took a deep breath and growled again: "Retreat!"
When Su Su heard this, she turned around, grabbed Fu Xiaoguan's hand and ran away. She also understood that even if she could kill another ten or twenty people if she continued fighting, it would be of no use.
Since you can't win by fighting, of course you have to run away quickly.
"Chase!"
There was a loud roar behind him, and then the sound of iron hooves became louder.
Seeing the pursuers getting closer, Susu pulled Fu Xiaoguan sideways and rushed into a yard, causing chaos in the yard.
"God damn it, go out and fight!"
Su Su felt very sorry, but this was not the time to apologize. "We'll play for a while and then leave."
"oops……"
Cavalry rushed in, but due to the narrowness of the courtyard, only five of them entered. Su Su soared into the air, weaving through the flashing swords and shadows. A piece of her clothes was cut off, and her fist took a man's life. Then she caught the sword and rode on her horse... But
She can't ride a horse!
This was very embarrassing. Seeing another knife coming, she quickly jumped up again. With the sound of metal clashing, she killed the other four riders, but she was a little angry.
"Get on the horse and charge out!"
Su Su roared, and Fu Xiaoguan jumped onto the horse. Su Su jumped behind him, "Go...!"
No, Fu Xiaoguan was also confused. He couldn't ride a horse, but he could fly a plane. War horses had been eliminated in that era.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't ride a horse."
"What should we do then?"
"You don't know either?"
"There is a donkey in the Taoist temple. It is used to pull the millstone. The master is not allowed to ride it."
Just as the two were hesitating, two more riders rushed in. Su Su swung his sword, blocking the incoming swords with two clangs, and then shouted, "Hold on tight!"
She stabbed the horse's butt with a knife. The warhorse felt pain, neighed, and rushed out desperately.
Fu Xiaoguan leaned back and almost fell down. He grabbed the reins tightly and leaned forward, recalling the way of controlling a war horse that he had seen in the movies. When the war horse just rushed out of the yard and came to the long street, he tightened the reins in his hand and pulled the horse's head to the right. The war horse changed direction and it seemed to succeed.
But at this moment, more than ten swords outside the yard were all slashing towards them. Susu gritted her teeth, raised the sword in her hand, clang, clang... sparks and lightning flew all the way, "Ah..." her arm was hit by the sword again.
Fu Xiaoguan squeezed the horse's belly, and the warhorse, which was already in pain, adjusted its direction, spread its hooves and galloped away.
"Chase……!"
There was another loud roar behind him, and the remaining two hundred or so riders rushed over with murderous intent.
This scene had already scared the pedestrians and merchants on the long street into hiding. There was no one there in broad daylight.
Fu Xiaoguan didn't know how badly Su Su was injured just now. He only knew that if he could go back alive this time, then this Prince Hui's Mansion... I would use him to test the red cannon!
The warhorse he was riding had lost too much blood and was running slower and slower. The sound of horse hooves behind him was getting louder and louder. "We'll have no choice but to charge into another courtyard. Can you hold on?"
"Of course, but it's a shame to waste that big bag of free pastries."
Well, it seems that the pastry is more important than life. Fu Xiaoguan said he couldn’t understand this little girl’s world.
"Oh, it would be nice if I had that piano with me. My master always says I'm lazy, and it seems I am a bit lazy."
"Qin can kill people?"
"Otherwise, why practice piano?"
“…”
Well, Fu Xiaoguan said he still didn’t understand.
"Be careful, they're catching up!"
"Well, it seems we have to explain ourselves here."
"Well... you see, we can't die."
Fu Xiaoguan looked up and saw a man standing on the long street.
A woman dressed in white.
The woman was holding an embroidery needle in her hand and standing in the middle of the street with her head down, embroidering. She didn't raise her head until Fu Xiaoguan and the others approached. Her thin eyes opened slightly, she glanced at them, and then she smiled.
Fu Xiaoguan also laughed.
The warhorse finally ran out of energy and fell to the ground with a thud. Su Su picked up Fu Xiaoguan and stumbled to the ground behind Su Rou.
"Third Senior Sister, they stole my pastries, they deserve to die!" Su Su gritted her teeth, and Su Rou nodded.
The group of war horses were getting closer and closer, and Su Rou raised her hand.
The embroidery needle in her hand flew out, with a long red thread at the end of the needle.
"Protector!"
As Su Rou's voice fell, Su Su stood in front of Su Rou with a sword in his hand, fully alert.
Fu Xiaoguan couldn't understand what was going on, but he quickly looked forward.
The needle pierced the throat of the first pursuer, and the thread suddenly tightened. Then the second pursuer happened to bump into the thread, and a pool of blood splattered. His head was actually cut off!
Then came the third and fourth. When the first pursuer fell, this thread had cut off a total of twenty lives.
Then the needle pierced into the body of another pursuer, and the thread claimed more than a dozen lives.
The cavalry stopped and all turned pale.
Just behind the cavalry, the sound of wheels rolling over the quiet street was extremely harsh.
The remaining hundred or so cavalrymen were divided into two columns. The carriage passed through them and stopped in front. A man got out of the carriage. He was an old man wearing a blue robe and with gray hair.
He first looked at Su Rou and the other two, then looked to the left, then to the right, and finally his gaze fell on Su Rou again.
"The seamless needlework technique... has been lost for hundreds of years. Now that I see it again, it's truly amazing."
"Who are you?" Su Su raised the knife in her hand.
The old man stroked his long beard and said, "I am Ximen Piaoxue, the Shadowless Sword."
Fu Xiaoguan was shocked. What the hell? Fortunately it wasn’t Ximen Chuxue.
However, Su Rou frowned. "Ximen Piaoxue, who disappeared from the martial arts world for over ten years, has now become a lackey of Prince Hui's mansion?"
"Miss, what you said is wrong. Prince Hui is respectful to the wise and humble, and he is eager to help others. If you want to seek refuge with Prince Hui, I can introduce you to him. I think Prince Hui will not harbor any malice towards you for killing people. Instead, he will treat you as a distinguished guest. What do you think?"
Su Rou suddenly laughed, "I want to try out how fast the Shadowless Sword is."
Ximen Piaoxue shook his head and sighed: "You are no match for me."
"And me?"
A man came up behind Fu Xiaoguan. He wore a tall crown and a gray linen robe, and carried an unsheathed wooden sword on his back.
He walked to Su Su's side, looked at Su Su's injuries very carefully, took out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Su Rou, "You lost so much blood, does it hurt?"
"Big Brother...it hurts!"
It was only at this moment that Su Su burst into tears, crying and saying, "They, they stole my cakes!"
Fu Xiaoguan was stunned again, then he remembered that Susu was just a fourteen-year-old girl, and realized how much the cake meant to her.
"Big Brother, give him a lesson and then we'll go back. Big Brother, can you buy me some candied haws?"
"Oh, okay." Su Su stopped crying. Su Rou looked up at Su Jue and said, "I can beat him."
"I know, but it's tiring."
"Alright." Su Rou applied the medicine to Su Su. Su Jue took two steps forward, raised his hands to straighten his hat, and then bowed. "Su Jue, the eldest disciple of the Taoist Academy, please let Senior Ximen draw his sword!"
Ximen Piaoxue frowned. The eldest senior brother of the Taoist temple was not well-known. In fact, none of the disciples in the Taoist temple were well-known, except for the old Taoist priest.
But Ximen Piaoxue did not dare to underestimate Su Jue at all, because that old guy was a top-level existence in the Saint level, and the disciples he trained could not be simple!
He was even able to revive the long-lost seamless needlework through his disciples, so what special skills did this man with a wooden sword have?
"Then I will draw my sword. Please take it!"
A thin sword with a cold glow suddenly made a crisp sword cry. Fu Xiaoguan only saw it for a moment, and then the sword was in front of Su Jue.
He didn't even have time to exclaim, but saw that the wooden sword behind Su Jue had disappeared.
When he looked again, the wooden sword was actually standing upright in front of Su Jue, and the silver rapier had just pierced the blade of the wooden sword.
Su Jue held the sword in one hand and flicked the sword with his other hand. "Ding..." With a crisp sound, the thin sword flew backwards. Ximen Piaoxue suddenly frowned, and then stared at the returning thin sword as if facing a great enemy.
The rapier returned very slowly, completely different from how it came.
It advanced inch by inch, as if carrying a tremendous weight. But in Ximen Piaoxue's eyes, the sword seemed to be pressing down on him like a mountain.
Sword power!
Su Jue was actually able to use his sword to create sword power!
This is a symbol of one foot stepping into the holy steps!
Could it be that the Taoist temple will produce another Martial Saint?
Ximen Piaoxue took one step back, then another, and the bluestone on the ground shattered as he retreated.
He retreated a full eight steps, caught the sword, and then stood still. After a few breaths, he bowed and saluted, "Today's matter is concluded. Return home!"
"Slow down!" the eldest brother said.
He took two steps forward, straightened his hat, and said, "You injured my Sixth Junior Sister and stole her cakes, so you must leave something behind."
Ximen Piaoxue was stunned. What kind of pastry is this? Could it be made of gold?
"What do you want?"
"That's it..."
Su Jue's wooden sword suddenly flew up, and in this gentle sunlight, he cast a gentle sword.
Then heads fell to the ground, and blood spurted out like flowers.
Fifty-eight riders died because of this one sword.
Su Jue put away his sword, turned around and walked towards Fu Xiaoguan and the other two.
Ximen Piaoxue watched the sword strike in horror. He turned around and was about to get on the carriage when Fu Xiaoguan said to him, "When you go back, tell Prince Hui that today's matter is not over yet. I will blow his prince's palace to pieces!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
