surnamed Wang

Chapter 75 Farther than Zhanzhou

The two are evenly matched, because of the few moves just now, Pu Wen can feel that the other party's momentum has increased a bit.

He thought he knew the opponent's details from the beginning, and he had thought about how to restrain the opponent, but now he was defeated by the opponent. Now even if the opponent doesn't fight him, he might be able to save a lot of kills just by fighting the air on the sidelines. meaning.

Zhao Zhiyi was also very bitter at this time, the aura brought by hitting the stone was naturally not comparable to killing people, and after the first collision between the two just now, in order to maintain the aura, he forcibly stabilized his figure and did not retreat but advanced, causing The internal machine is chaotic, and now he is still holding a mouthful of blood in his chest and has not spit it out.

But he couldn't vomit, and if he vomited, he would be discouraged.

The more you are targeted by the opponent, the more aggrieved you will be, and the more aggrieved you will be, the more you want to vomit blood. If this cycle continues, after this round is over, I am afraid that a few of them will vomit dozens of taels of blood.

Forcibly suppressing the distracting thoughts in his heart and the injuries in his body, Zhao Zhiyi made another strike, one sword after another, and made two moves in succession. Seeing that Pu Wen couldn't stop the opponent from accumulating momentum, he simply chose to face it head-on, the blade and the tip of the sword again and again When they collided together, Zhao Zhiyi seemed to have no feeling, and after each fierce collision, he would always advance instead of retreat.

Although Pu Wen didn't want to fight desperately with the opponent, if he retreated, wouldn't it increase the opponent's prestige even more, so he also imitated Zhao Zhiyi, trading injury for attack, as time passed, both of them had unhealthy blush on their faces, and their chests All are holding back a mouthful of old blood.

Finally, after Zhao Zhiyi's first twelve sword moves were used up and the sword was put into its sheath, Pu Wen took a step back and opened the distance between the two of them, jumping ten steps away.

The two looked at each other, and then they seemed to have made an appointment, they both leaned over and vomited blood, Zhao Zhiyi's side was obviously more serious, and the pool of blood on the ground was more than that on the other side.

"It's hard to hold back."

"Aren't you the same?"

The two refused to give in to each other, every time Zhao Zhiyi took a step forward, Pu Wen took a step back, so that the distance between the two was always kept at ten steps away.After repeating this several times, Zhao Zhiyi simply put his sword-holding hands behind his back and looked at him coldly.

The other party has always thought that he knows his details, but is this last move really only ten steps?

Park Wen has been carefully staring at the opposite person. He has seen the sword energy with a range of only ten steps. He is not so conceited that he thinks he can hold it. In the end, he couldn't escape the fate of being divided into corpses by sword energy.

At this moment, Pu Wen's eyes froze suddenly.

not good!

This is not how he feels as a warrior, but that there is indeed a sword aura that is visible to the naked eye attacking him. The sword aura is as real as it is, and a hole is directly plowed into the ground where it passes.

He didn't know how the other party expanded the original ten-step range, but the sword energy was coming towards him in a real way, and the speed was so fast that it was in front of him in an instant. Pu Wen, who had no time to dodge, had to raise his knife to resist.

The expected impact did not come, but drifted past like a breeze.

what happened?

"My sword energy is indeed only ten steps." The voice in his ear made Pu Wen's hairs stand on his head, and just as he raised his knife to resist, Zhao Zhiyi had already come to him.

During the battle, even a momentary mistake would be fatal. Pu Wen's eyes were red, his legs were trying to retreat quickly, but Zhao Zhiyi on the side stepped forward like a tarsal maggot, and followed Pu Wen closely.

"Weed!"

Zhao Zhiyi whispered two words, and it fell into Pu Wen's ears, but it was like a thunderbolt from the clear sky. The sword energy spread from Zhao Zhiyi's center, and within a moment, Pu Wen, who was within ten steps, was sucked in, and then the blood burst , Pu Wen is like a coquettish flower, blooming in the air.

"I'm sorry, Mooncake, I can't take you to the Central Plains."

This was the last sigh in Pu Wen's heart, and immediately, a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.

……

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Good boy, my mother is embroidering."

It is rumored that before a person dies, the experiences of a lifetime will flash before his eyes like a marquee. This is the case with Pu Wen today. Obviously, death is only a momentary event, but it is infinitely elongated for him.A pair of mother and child appeared in front of his eyes. The mother was doing embroidery with a smile on her lips, while the child beside her stared at the patterns on the silk with big eyes.

"Mother, what are you embroidering?"

The child asked in a childlike voice, he was only five years old, and usually he liked to gather around his mother and ask questions.In his opinion, his mother has countless stories, and these stories do not belong to this grassland.

"This is called a mandarin duck, and it is only found in the far south."

The mother raised her hand and touched the child's head. Although her face was full of love, she showed an unhealthy paleness. The child enjoyed the mother's touch very much. Although the mother's hand was a little cold, it was very comfortable.

The child still asked innocently: "How far is that place, is it farther than Zhanzhou?"

Zhanzhou is a state in the southern part of the grassland. In the eyes of a five-year-old boy, Zhanzhou is already the farthest place in the world.Because my mother said that if I walked to Zhanzhou, I would have to walk for a full month.

My mother just smiled and shook her head, "That place is much farther than Zhanzhou. It takes countless mountains and rivers to get there."

"Ah? So far away!" The child was shocked and opened his mouth wide.

Xu Shi looked at her son's cuteness, the woman pinched his son's face, a rare tinge of blood appeared on his pale face, her eyes revealed remembrance, and said with emotion:
"It's an excellent place, with beautiful mountains and rivers, the people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, have nice clothes, and a lot of delicious food."

"Auntie, what's there to eat?"

The little boy's eyes lit up when he heard about the food. His mother told him many times, but he still had to ask questions every time, because with his small head, he couldn't imagine what his mother described as delicious. What does it look like.

As long as he could remember, his mother had been weak. It usually took half a day to hoe the ten-foot-square vegetable garden in the garden, and he had to rest several times during the period.His mother had told him many delicacies of the Central Plains, but he could only eat a mooncake made by his mother on August [-] every year.

But even if it is a moon cake, he has to carefully divide it into several portions, and it takes four or five days before he is willing to finish it.

Now that his mother's health is getting worse day by day, he no longer expects to eat moon cakes. His greatest wish is that his mother's health will get better, but God always fails, and his mother finally failed to wait for his sixth birthday. .

In those days, many people came in and out of the house, including officers and soldiers in armor, doctors with medicine boxes on their backs, and even a man dressed in elegant and luxurious clothes, whom he was vaguely called the Great Khan.

Although Pu Wen was young at the time, he knew that the man in front of him must be the biggest Khan in the entire North Turkistan, because his mother told him that his father died for this Khan.

(End of this chapter)