Chapter 62 (2/2)

Chao XiaoShu turned his head and looked at the black mask on Ning Que’s face, and with a slight smile he said, “For my Tang Dynasty to produce a cultivating genius is not easy, perhaps some people don’t want to see him die at our hands.”

“I don’t have your kind of confidence.” Ning Que thought back to tonight’s repeated battles. Thinking of those powerful cultivators, and thought that if he didn’t have Chao XiaoShu in front, he would’ve died long ago. Quickly he said, “If you have that last card to play, why didn’t he come out earlier, and chose to let you fight through death for life?”

“When I arrived at 47th Street, I explained to you before, when that card is suddenly shown, then no one would dare to move in the whole of ChangAn City. Then there would be no way to know to know how many cards those n.o.bles have, as well as their thoughts.”

Chao XiaoShu suddenly opened his mouth and spoke, “Come with me on a stroll?”

Ning Que raised his right arm, using his sleeve to wipe the rain and blood, sticking back the blade into the sheath on his back, and nodded.

The rain was a bit lighter than before, with the pattering trickle falling all around the streets of Spring Wind Pavilion.

Chao XiaoShu’s hand left the sword hilt, folding it behind his back. Strolling on the calm streets, his blue robes were as straight as before, his expression still calm – only that his complexion was paler by several degrees than before the battles. Besides only this, there seemed to be no other changes.

Ning Que followed behind him, walking as he tore clothing to stem the wound on his left arm. Even though that wound was shallow and thin, but for him who came from Min Mountain, he was accustomed to saving every drop of blood or strength.

In the rainy streets, the two of them went around the four directions around Spring Wind Pavilion. The two of them were just like a lion brother and tiger younger brother pair that after going through a b.l.o.o.d.y battle, started to tour their own territory.

Coming back to Chao Mansion’s main entrance, Chao XiaoShu’s expression appeared to be slightly exhausted. He rubbed his eyes, lifting the overlap of his blue robes back and forth, and just like this he sat on the wet stony steps.

Several remnants of the Tang troops loudly yelled and charged over at him.

Ning Que flipped his hand and pulled out the blade from his back, stepping in front he cut down; each flash of the blade would cut down one of his enemies, and each of the Tang soldiers that charged to the the front of the streets fell like lumber one after the other in front of the street. At the same time his lips incessantly chanting he murmured, “One floats in the JiangHu, how could you not suffer from the blade? In one strike I’ll kill you, in two strikes I’ll kill you……..”

Chao XiaoShu sat on the wet stony steps, exhaustingly using his sword to prop his body up. Seeing the scene in front of him, the s.h.i.+ne in his eyes become more and more concentrated. He had long seen through that Ning Que’s blade techniques carried a shadow of the army-type blade techniques,  but exquisitely picking even more directions for opportunities to attack – only through moments of life and death could he realize these principles.

Ning Que’s blade movements were so steady that they were dull, but once in awhile he would use strange swift movements like a raindrop, all along maintaining one principle – and that was to save the most energy when using the blade, but the blade always fell on his opponents’ weakest parts.

“This is truly a man-slaying blade style.”

Chao XiaoShu watched each flash of the blade. Thinking of those scenes during the battle, Ning Que demonstrated ma.s.sive determination as well as excellent judging abilities. Thinking again of his true age, he couldn’t help but to silently lament in his heart, “It’s too bad this little fellow has no way of cultivating, or else in the future of the Tang Empire, inevitably he would hold a very important position.”

Seeing the bodies like rotten wood being soaked by the rain, seeing the youth carrying his plain blade while gasping for breath, Chao XiaoShu lightly smiled and said, “Can’t you be a little more poetic when you kill people? When you kill people it’s like you’re hoeing a field.”

Ning Que turned around, raising his blade covered in blood to his shoulders. He looked at the middle-aged man atop the stony steps, pointed at night rain falling from the sky, and breathlessly he said, “It’s been constantly wet, as for hoeing fields……where could you cut down people and be this tired?”

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