57 Horse Carriages in the Rain, a Sword Splitting Two into Three (1/2)
Chapter 57: Horse Carriages in the Rain, a Sword Splitting Two into Three
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It was a cold rainy night at Spring Breeze Pavilion and the alley outside Chao Mansion.
That middle-aged fat man stood beside the carriage, bending over in the rain, and said in a low voice, ”Chao Xiaoshu is indeed a cultivator, whose state seems to be good. Now the situation becomes a little tricky...”
The person inside the carriage coughed twice and indifferently said, ”Don't worry. Are the two persons that the Ministry of Revenue had hired in the mansion? Even if those two can't stop that guy from the Jianghu world, it's never too late for us to do it... As for those people in Jianghu world, we don't need to care about their deaths. Even in the dark gutters of Chang'an, there are also some rats dying every day.”
Several hundred brave men from the Jianghu world in Chang'an flooded over from every side. Though seen as rats in a dark gutter by Supermundane Experts, they exploded an extremely amazing fighting strength and bloodiness at that moment of life and death.
But Spring Breeze Pavilion Old Chao was a cultivator, and they were just ordinary people of the Jianghu world. The gap between the two side's fighting strength was like that between an eagle and an ant. That shadow of sword pierced in and through a leg with a spray of blood, then revolving around a neck to chop off a very big head, and cutting the fingers of a man with an axe in his hands, which caused the man waving the axe to fall in the rain. Before that shadow of sword alternately appearing and disappearing, the strongest fighting strength was not even worth a single stroke and those brave men's bloodiness would always hopelessly break down when their companions kept falling.
Chao Xiaoshu calmly went forward, whose indigo robe had long been soaked by the rain. But like each time Ning Que had seen him, no one would think that this number one man in Chang'an at night was having a hard time. As he walked in the rain, he was as natural as the spring rain, whose aura emitting from his body was like the spring rain moistening the earth, making people feel no way or no desire to resist.
The mobs from the western city and southern city of Chang'an saw the middle-aged man coming towards them in the rain, as if seeing a refined and cultured demon nod to them and raise its demonic claws to squeeze them into pieces calmly. With full horror in the hearts, they could no longer suppress their inner fear and finally scattered after hearing somebody yell out.
Those people, Lord Meng of Southern City, Junjie of Western City, and the Old Cat, had already quietly slipped away. Around the broken Spring Breeze Pavilion corpses were being constantly washed by the rain and the heavily injured men groaning, except one single standing person. Between heaven and earth, there was only peacefulness—if people ignored those corpses and wounded men in the rain, the smell of blood that the falling rainwater could not rinse, and one smashed corner of Spring Breeze Pavilion.
Ning Que silently followed behind Chao Xiaoshu and walked forward. He tightly held onto his hilt with both hands, putting the sharp blade drenched in the rain before his chest, and he had not used it once from beginning to end. The one-sided massacre ended just like that, but he did not relax himself or feel embarrassed, for he knew that the real battle had yet to come. If you had the chance to follow a cultivator to fight, then you would own an extremely high opportunity to meet one, or even several, cultivators from the opposite side.
With one step and two, Chao Xiaoshu walked to the front door of his own mansion's courtyard. He did not have his sword in his sheath, for that sword was passing the nightly rain where no one knew. He stretched out his empty hands to lightly push, making the hinge of the door that had been soaked by the rain give out a bit of strange groaning sound.
The courtyard's door was pushed open and dozens of elite troops of the Tang in dark raincoats carried crossbows to greet him with unswervingly cold expressions. On the Rain-enjoying Building's wooden floor behind the rain curtain, the middle-aged man in starry white robes slightly frowned, with the short sword at his side lowly beeping. The sadhu wearing a bamboo hat slowly raised his head, with the prayer beads in his hands slightly stiffening. The two horse carriages far away in the alley remained calm as before, but the coughing sound from one of them disappeared.
It was still tranquil, with a light wind sound rustling among the tree leaves and roof pillars. And the sound of pattering rain lightly echoed between the courtyard and the small pond. Looking at each other, no one chose to be the first to attack.
Silence may be very long or very short. Chao Xiaoshu's gaze crossed the troops carrying crossbows, falling onto the sadhu and the swordsman in the pavilion, and calmly said, ”This is my house. Please get out.”
”No one will leave,” the swordsman in starry white robes calmly responded.
Chao Xiaoshu saw the short sword lightly shaking with a craving whistling at that person's side. As if coming up with a thought, he suddenly spoke up to ask, ”Is it you that killed my little brother in the rain a few days ago?”