Build the Traveler Alliance from Scratch

Chapter 45 Take It For Me
"Good knife!"

Lin Zhongtian couldn't help admiring the Xiuchun Knife that was still cold and not damaged at all.

The reason why he chose to break into this attic was not only because he was upset at the fat man who planned to smelt copper, but also because he found an acquaintance in the next room.

It is the protagonist of the "Embroidered Spring Knife" series of movies, Shen Lian, General Banner of Jinyiwei.

Looking at Shen Lian who was holding a long knife in front of him, Lin Zhongtian smiled, Shi Shiran stood up, rested his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out the long sword on the desk.

"Zheng-"

The sound of friction between the blade and the scabbard slowly resounded.

Lin Zhongtian stared at himself on the edge of the sword, and said slowly: "Master Shen, why are you so impatient, don't you want to know how I know your name?"

"Hmph, how else can I find out, it's just that I overheard it at the Jiaofang Division!"

"Then Master Shen, you think highly of yourself!" Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but smiled and shook his head, and said calmly, "I'm not boasting, a mere Jinyiwei General Banner is not worthy of my eyes."

Faced with such contemptuous words, Shen Lian didn't care.

His face was still as calm as water, and there were no emotional fluctuations.

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to answer, Lin Zhongtian smiled and continued: "Lord Shen, I have a friend who is an old acquaintance with you. He often boasted to me about your martial arts, saying that your martial arts are amazing and not inferior to him. Stay here To be the general banner in Jinyiwei is really a bit of a humiliation..."

"Oh? Why didn't Shen remember such an old acquaintance?"

"Hehe, Mr. Shen has a lot of things to do every day, so it's normal not to remember my friend."

"Your Excellency, you are joking, Shen is only a mere district general flag, and in this huge capital city, he is just—"

"Woooooo!"

Before the words fell, a muffled voice suddenly came from the corner.

It turned out that it was the fat official who was tied up. Seeing that the savior he thought was talking to the murderer, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and quickly made some noises, wanting to remind Shen Lian.

Shen Lian glanced at him, then changed the subject immediately, and stopped talking to Lin Zhongtian.

"My lord, don't panic, Shen Lian will rescue you right away."

Shen Lian said in a deep voice, while holding the Xiuchun knife and slowly stepped forward.

"Woooo!"

The tied-up official nodded quickly, with a hopeful look on his face.

Lin Zhongtian smiled, and subconsciously glanced at the official in the corner.

It's now!

A cold light flashed in Shen Lian's eyes, taking advantage of the moment when Lin Zhongtian's attention was distracted, he quickened his pace and swung his knife forward.

The sharp light of the knife cut through the air, and came head-on with a howling wind.

Lin Zhongtian regained his senses in an instant, and raised the long sword in his hand, directly bumping into the sharp Xiuchun knife.

"Shoot-"

The blade and the blade collided with each other, splashing out a series of sparks.

After missing a hit, Shen Lian quickly drew the saber, and with the force of the rebound, raised the Xiuchun Dao in his palm aloft. At the same time, he lowered his waist and straddled the horse, shouted loudly, and slashed at Lin Zhongtian's head fiercely with the force of splitting Huashan.

In the "Embroidered Spring Knife" series of movies, although the protagonist Shen Lian is not the one with the strongest martial arts, he is the most adaptable.

This is due to his many years of battlefield career and accumulated a lot of combat experience, which has led to his extremely keen sense of danger and sense of the situation.

In this regard, no other character in "Xiu Chun Knife" can compare to him.

Even Ding Xiu, who is the ceiling of combat power, is slightly inferior.

Therefore, when he swung this savage, powerful and forceful knife with no way out, he had already calculated Lin Zhongtian's possible countermeasures.

At this time, in front of Lin Zhongtian was a desk with a guqin, behind him was a wall, with a brass warm lamp on each side, there was no room to move, so he could only choose to resist.

And when the single-edged Xiuchun knife collided with the double-edged long sword, it was the latter who suffered the most.

Not to mention that Shen Lian slashed down Huashan with force, but Lin Zhongtian could only resist with force.

The combination of all kinds of circumstances gave Shen Lian an advantage in this knife.

It's a pity that Shen Lian had calculated the right time and place, but he never expected that the other party would actually have a personal relationship.

Lin Zhongtian really had no intention of dodging, he just sneered, the long sword in his hand went up from bottom to top, and collided fiercely with the Xiuchun knife that was slashed down with all his strength in an extremely awkward posture.

"Chong-"

There was a teeth-piercing sound of metal collisions, and terrifying power erupted from the blade in an instant.

Shen Lian couldn't hold back, he flicked the Xiuchun knife high in his hand, and kept stepping backwards.

But after only taking a few steps back, Shen Lian stabilized his figure with his right foot.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Lian looked down and couldn't help being horrified.

A crescent-shaped gap suddenly appeared on the Xiuchun Baodao that had been with him for many years, and the right hand holding the handle trembled due to the terrifying force, and it was almost impossible to hold the knife.

"Pity."

Lin Zhongtian's regretful voice came from the front.

Shen Lian immediately raised his head and found that the condition of the long sword in the opponent's hand was even more serious.

Not only was the blade missing a piece, but there were also several clear cracks on the sword body.

Seeing this scene, Shen Lian couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth, took out a brocade handkerchief from his bosom, and tightly bound the hilt of the knife with his trembling right hand with his left hand.

Lin Zhongtian curled his lips, put the long sword back into its sheath, and then put his left hand behind his back, only stretching out a right hand that was as white as a bone.

"Come on!" Lin Zhongtian said with a light smile.

Shen Lian didn't dare to be careless, and gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to continue fighting, he suddenly froze and froze in place with a cloudy expression on his face.

Lin Zhongtian also raised his eyebrows, and turned to look at the door.

Suddenly there were bursts of hurried footsteps outside the door, and there were at least dozens of people.

Immediately afterwards, the doors of the rooms on the same floor were kicked open one by one. There were screams from women and shouts from men in the corridor. It seemed that someone was searching from room to room.

Soon, the same voice came from the next room.

Shen Lian's face changed, and he couldn't help but look up at Lin Zhongtian.

Lin Zhongtian knew what he was worried about, smiled, raised his hand and said, "My lord, please do what you want."

Shen Lian no longer hesitated, gritted his teeth, turned around and quickly left the room.

But before he walked out of the room, Shen Lian stopped at the door, holding a long knife, and slowly retreated step by step.

When he retreated into the room, a middle-aged man with black hair and gray temples slowly appeared at the door, holding a knife in his hand, and glanced at him indifferently, then looked past Shen Lian and looked into the room.

Looking at the familiar face in the room that made him miss day and night, the middle-aged man couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

"Finally let me catch you!"

"Do you know how long I've been looking for you, Fu Qingyun?"

As he said that, the middle-aged man's expression changed, he waved his right hand, and shouted sharply: "Take it down for me!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of officers and soldiers rushed out from behind the middle-aged man.

Half of the officers and soldiers rushed into the room with swords, while the rest held crossbows and spread out in the corridor outside the door. The crossbows in their hands were aimed at Lin Zhongtian in the room through the thin wooden wall.

(End of this chapter)