Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 119
Looking out the window, it was already noon.

The sun is burning in the sky.

Ying Zige, who had never traveled long distances since crossing, couldn't help taking a deep breath of the cool air, feeling refreshed and happy.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly locked on a few figures in the nearby woods.

Those figures flashed between the trees without making any sound or even leaving any traces.

The smile on Ying Zige's face suddenly became brighter.

A quicksand person?
Or a snare?

Wherever Zhao Gao is, there must be Six Swordsmen closely following him.

And the master of quicksand is going to the land of the Huns, so the master of quicksand will naturally guard him secretly.

Although on the surface it appears that this so-called team has only six people, in fact, there are two terrifying organizations acting as secret chess pieces.

This is the result of Ying Zige's strategizing.

He stretched comfortably, and lay down in the carriage again.

……

Thirty Mile Shop.

A small village is now covered in yellow sand.

If it is on weekdays, it must be a lively scene here.

If you are close to Xianyang, you will get the moon first if you are close to the water.

Even this small village is close to prosperity.

Two-story wooden buildings rose from the ground, and the surrounding streets were neat and clean.

There are flowers and plants dotted in this small village, so as not to lose Xianyang's face.

But at this moment, the whole village was silent.

Only in a small corner, an old man in ordinary clothes, leaning on a cane, jumped out of the inn step by step.

It's just because his other leg is obviously much shorter.

This is the big lame horse.

In the old days, he worked as a blacksmith in a blacksmith shop, beating every day.

He is very kind, whether he sees acquaintances or strangers, he will first show a three-point smile.

Therefore, in this small village, it has gained a good reputation.

At this moment, he saw that his face was gloomy, and those cloudy eyes were showing a sharp light.

"Here you come? Now that you're here, why don't you show up?"

As his words fell, a dozen assassins suddenly jumped out of the roof.

The assassins' faces were fierce, and there was a chic murderous look all over their bodies, but when they gathered in front of the crippled horse, their faces were full of fear.

"In less than an hour, someone will pass by. Pay special attention to a young man in white clothes. When you strike, you must not have any reservations, and you must kill it with one blow."

Ma Dazi sneered slightly, and gave instructions slowly.

"This place is close to Xianyang, so it is inevitable that someone will leak it. How can we escape?"

One of them took a deep breath and asked boldly.

"Why escape? No one will know what happened here. The people here have already heard that there are bandits coming here, so they avoided it early and will not return within three days."

Ma Dazi said leisurely.

He is an honest person in front of everyone, so he only needs a little acting to convince the people in these villages.

Last night, everyone in the village had left.

Of course, there are some stubborn people who choose to stay here.

It's just a small dozen or so people.

These people have now completely disappeared in the hands of the crippled horse.

After the action, if someone asked, Ma Dazizi would simply blame the bandits for the disappearance of these people.

It can be described as seamless.

"You pretend to be ordinary people and play by ear. Remember, one hit will kill you!"

The cripple Ma raised his hands and dropped his palms, his face suddenly became extremely ruthless.

"Yes!"

Everyone nodded and then dispersed.

When they appeared, they wore the clothes of ordinary people, and then they waited patiently.

Time flies by.

An hour later, a carriage entered the village slowly.

coming.

Sitting on the big rock at the entrance of the village, the cripple could not help but narrow his eyes slightly, looking at the carriage.

At this moment, Ying Zige obviously felt that the carriage stopped suddenly.

"Old Zhao, what's the situation?" Ying Zige opened the curtain and asked curiously.

It's been half a day, it's time to take a good rest.

Therefore, Ying Zige was looking forward to resting at Thirty Mile Pu.

But in the end, Zhao Gao stopped at the entrance of the village without any intention of going in.

"Ahem...Young master, I think it's still early, why don't we go through this village?"

Zhao Gao smiled awkwardly, and hastily persuaded him.

Damn it!

I almost forgot that the village in front of me is Sansanlipu.

And just yesterday, he asked Zhao Gang to inform Ma Dazizi to intercept and kill Ying Zige here.

As a result, he became a member of this team instead, which can be said to be a cocoon.

After being restrained by the double dragon jade pendant, Zhao Gao's first thought was to immediately withdraw the killing order.

However, his appearance has been changed by Ying Zige, so he can't enter the Zhao Mansion no matter what.

At first, I thought that I should avoid Shisanlipu whatever I said today.

However, following the fight with the two major swordsmen of the current world, they immediately forgot about this matter.

On Zhao Gao's forehead, a stream of cold sweat could not help but flow down.

Ma Dazizi and the others are the top masters who have cast a net outside. Although they are not famous, they are like flood dragons hiding in the abyss.

These are all the elites of the net. Once Zhao Gao and others enter this village, they must sacrifice these elites.

Brother Zhao's heart was bleeding crazily.

"It's still early? I usually have to take a lunch break at this time. Don't worry, go in and find an inn, let me have a good meal and rest."

Ying Zige said insistently.

"But..." Zhao Gao's face was full of confusion, and he couldn't express the pain on his face.

"Could it be, Lao Zhao, what are you going to do? There is no old acquaintance of yours here, right? You owe him money?" Ying Zige smiled wickedly, and instantly understood what happened.

He didn't dare to enter Shisanlipu, obviously he owed money here.

And it's a lot of money.

Otherwise, why dare not go in?
"My lord...it's almost like this..." Zhao Gao said bravely.

"Then you don't have to worry." Ying Zige smiled immediately.

"Why?" Zhao Gao was taken aback.

"Don't forget, you have a different look now. Now you are the coachman Lao Zhao, no matter how much money you owe, no one will recognize you." Ying Zige comforted with a smile.

"That's that."

Zhao Gaoqian laughed and nodded slightly. At this moment, he had no choice but to drive the carriage into Thirty Mile Shop.

"Gentlemen, are you passers-by? It's really a coincidence today. I don't know who has long eyes, but no arms and no legs, but spread rumors that there are bandits coming here. There is really no place to live. Please pass through as soon as possible."

The cripple Ma smiled and hurried a few steps, persuading him kindly.

Then he was taken aback for a moment, his eyes first fell on Ying Zige's face, and then on Gai Nie beside him.

Two men in white?

And at first glance, they are either rich or expensive, and they are all prince-level figures.

Which is the target?

The smile on the cripple Ma's face froze on the spot.

(End of this chapter)