63 Killing People Is as Tiring as Hoeing (2/2)

”Yes,” said Chao Xiaoshu, with his right hand on the sword hilt, ”I'm waiting for someone who's called Wang Jinglue, but it seems that he isn't going to come anymore.”

Ning Que frowned, moving his podao from right hand to left hand. ”Why?”

Chao Xiaoshu turned around, looking at Ning Que's black mask and smiled. ”It isn't easy for this country to have a genius in practicing, maybe someone doesn't want him to die.”

”I'm not as confident as you.” Ning Que recollected the previous fight, thinking about those powerful cultivators. He knew that if Chao Xiaoshu were not in front of him, he would have been dead now. He said, ”If it was the person behind you who saved us, why didn't he save us earlier? Why did he want you to fight so hard?”

”I've explained to you at Lin 47th Street. Once that person is known, no one in Chang'an will dare to continue this. Then it would be impossible to know how much power the noble truly have and what they want.”

Chao Xiaoshu asked suddenly, ”Would you like to have a walk with me?”

Ning Que lifted his right arm, using his sleeve to wipe the blood and rain on the blade. He sheathed his knife and nodded.

The rain was lighter now, and it drizzled over the streets and alleys around Spring Breeze Pavilion.

Chao Xiaoshu's hands moved from the sword hilt to his back. He was walking on the quiet street. His indigo robe was still tidy and neat, and his face expression still calm. Everything seemed the same, except that his face looked paler than before.

Ning Que followed him, and while walking, he tore his clothes off to bandage his wounds. Although those wounds were not serious, he, who lived in Min Mountain for a long time, still used to save every drop of blood and every ounce of energy.

They walked on the wet street in the rain around Spring Breeze Pavilion, as if they were tigers or lions that just had a bloody fight and started to patrol their own territory.

When they returned to the gate of Chao mansion, Chao Xiaoshu seemed tired. He kneaded the skin between his eyebrows, raised his robe and sat on the wet stair.

Several remnants of the Tang force shouted and darted at him.

Ning Que drew his podao out and hacked forwards. Whenever the podao dropped, an enemy would fall. Soldiers were like trees being chopped down. Ning Que was mumbling to himself at the same time, ”No swordsman could avoid injury. I'll kill you with a chop or two...”

Exhausted, Chao Xiaoshu was still sitting on the stair, supporting himself with his sheath. He was watching what was happening and knew that Ning Que not only learned how to kill people in the army, but also in lots of bloody battles.

Sometimes, Ning Que moved his podao slowly and steadily, but sometimes his attack was quick and random like raindrops. His only tactic was to save his energy and attack the weakest part of the enemy's body.

”This is the fastest way to kill.”

Chao Xiaoshu was watching the fight. He thought about the great determination and discretion of Ning Que, as well as his young age and sighed. ”It's such a pity that this lad can't pursue cultivation, if he could, he would become an important asset for Tang Empire.”

Looking at the ugly dead bodies in the rain and that lad panting with his podao in his hand, Chao Xiaoshu smiled. ”Can't you kill people less brutally? It's as if you're hoeing.”

Ning Que turned around, his podao stirring up some blood. He looked at the man sitting on the stair, and then pointing to the sky, he panted. ”It's so wet, and hoeing is far less tiring than killing!”