Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Chapter 171 A chance encounter with a doctor, Duanmu master and apprentice

Time flies, the next morning.

Wu Sui army fortress, the morning light is rising, Li Changqing and Yan Lingji are ready to set off.

Li Changqing clasped his fists and said, "Young Master Shang, take your leave!"

Ying Zheng nodded: "Mr. Changqing, drive slowly, be careful all the way."

After Li Changqing saluted, he turned and left. With a long-sleeved green shirt and flowing temples, he stepped upright and stepped onto the carriages and horses, and entered the carriage.

Yan Lingji also walked into the carriage, and the carriage and horses drove slowly, leaving the Wusui barracks, and headed northeast to the Kingdom of Wei.

Ying Zheng asked, "How?"

Gai Nie knew that Ying Zheng was asking him, and he also knew what Ying Zheng was asking him.

Gai Nie thought for a while and replied: "It's not what it used to be. Looking at his aura and sword rhyme, Brother Changqing has stepped into the realm of freedom and is among the top masters in the Jianghu."

Ying Zheng paused for a moment, and said: "If you are at the extreme ninth rank, you can lose both to Xuan Jian, and you will win four or six times. Now that you have stepped into the realm, Mr. Changqing is strong enough to deal with Xuan Jian."

Ge Nie nodded and said, "It is indeed a powerful foreign aid."

"Moreover, brother Changqing has two extremely powerful abilities. Apart from the sword in his hand, he is also full of strategies."

Yingzheng turned around, white clothes Shengxue, chuckled and agreed: "It makes sense."

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On the border between Qin and Han, a car and a horse headed north.

In the carriage, Yan Lingji asked: "This King Qin seems to appreciate you very much, and also needs you very much."

Li Changqing sat leaning against the carriage, and said with a smile: "You are wrong, what he needs is a helper with strength and strategy. He needs these two kinds of people as many times as he comes."

Yan Lingji winked and said, "Are you praising yourself in disguise?"

Li Changqing chuckled, then lay down, the sword case was used as a pillow, and slept in the carriage covered with soft mattresses, the carriage shook gently, soft and comfortable.

"I was listening to your story last night, yawn, I'll catch up on sleep first." Li Changqing yawned, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Yan Lingji let out a soft 'cut', opened the car window, and looked at Wu Sui's scene in late autumn.

After a while, her beautiful eyes retracted, and her light blue eyes couldn't help but look at Li Changqing's handsome face, which was like a crown of jade, with slender eyebrows, straight nose bridge, and thin lips slightly pursed.

For no reason, Yanling Ji Fang's heart 'plop', 'plop' jumps.

"Why did I tell him so much about my past last night?"

Time passed slowly.

Wusui City is adjacent to South Korea and Wei State, and is located at the junction of Qin, Han and Wei.

Li Changqing and his party set off in the morning, and at dusk, the chariots and horses had already arrived in the west of Wei State, and then the road went east, heading straight to Daliang, the capital of King Wei.

Calculating the time, it is estimated that it will take another five or six days to reach Daliang, the capital of Wei.

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, in the forest path, the coachman reined in his horse and stopped.

Li Changqing's eyes suddenly opened, and then he felt a familiar fragrance coming from his nose, and looked sideways, the sapphire sword box was also used as a pillow by Yan Lingji.

Yan Lingji also opened her eyes, her delicate face was blushing, she pouted, pure and charming, she hurriedly got up and said, "I'm sleepy too, so, so I overslept."

She couldn't explain it, because Li Changqing's embrace was too warm and comfortable, so she slept too deeply. It was the only time in these years that she fell asleep completely relaxed.

Li Changqing smiled and did not expose her, but asked loudly: "What happened outside?"

The coachman replied: "Mr. Hui, about a hundred paces ahead, there are two groups of people fighting. Look, do you want to take a detour? Or wait until they finish?"

"Oh, interesting."

Li Changqing got up slowly, picked up the sword box and walked to the front of the car, tied the sword box to his body with a wave, looked straight ahead, and said: "It's okay, they will kill them, we will go to ours."

"The rivers and lakes are so big, there are fights every day, as long as we don't mind our own business, they won't make too many enemies."

The driver nodded and said, "Yes, sir."

"drive!"

The chariots and horses move forward slowly, one hundred steps (about 110 meters), fifty steps, thirty steps...

At a certain moment, Li Changqing's expression was startled, and he thought: "Well, it turned out to be her?!"

People from both sides are fighting, a group of gangsters are guarding the two women, and they are retreating steadily. Their opponents are all masked fighters, with ruthless means and a large number of people.

"Protect Mr. Nianduan."

"Brothers, hold on a little longer, the support team will be here soon."

"..."

A middle-aged woman in her forties, dressed in coarse linen, although there are wrinkles around her eyes, and although her appearance is ordinary, she gives off a benevolent and peaceful temperament.

The other woman is a young girl, about fifteen or sixty-seven, beautiful and refined, with a delicate face, showing a frightened expression at this moment, half-nuggling in the arms of a middle-aged woman.

The girl's black hair was like ink, tied into a long and slender ponytail, and a purple and plain white headscarf. There was a slanted bang on her forehead, and she had thin and long willow-leaf eyebrows. Her panic-stricken eyes were dark purple.

Li Changqing was stunned and said: "The doctor has entered the world, the girl Duanmu Rong!?"

"Why is she here?"

Wheel, wheel... The coachman drove the carriage slowly past, passing by the people who were fighting, a few masked dead men looked unhappy and were about to strike.

The breath of the chariots and horses trembled, and the seventh-rank peak said loudly: "My husband is just passing by, if you make a move, you will live and die at your own risk."

"The coachman at the pinnacle of the seventh rank?" The expressions of several masked dead soldiers were slightly condensed, but it was not the coachman who attracted their attention, but Li Changqing, who had the air of a banishing immortal and had a vast aura.

The leader is a ninth-rank cultivation base. He is first-class in the world, so he naturally has extraordinary eyesight. He immediately ordered: "Let them go first."

The dead men were ordered to retreat one after another.

As a result, chariots and horses walked through the middle road and forcibly separated the two groups of people and horses.

But... that girl knew that once the chariot and horse passed by, the dead men would rush forward and attack from the front, together with the other three dead men.

Li Changqing stood on the left side of the front of the car, his eyes were looking to the left side of the road, and he was looking at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl consciously or unconsciously.

The horseshoes were crisp, the axles were rolling, and the horse walked slowly between the two groups of people and horses.

The carriage slowly moved forward and left, Li Changqing and the girl passed by.

At this moment, the girl suddenly spoke, and said loudly: "Duanmu Rong, the doctor of Jinghu, begs the young hero to help."

Li Changqing thought: "It really is their master and apprentice."

The chariots and horses left slowly, and when the girl saw this, her heart fell to the bottom of the valley.

Nian Duan looked calm, and said lightly: "Rong'er, don't worry, we will be fine. Some people want our master and apprentice's life, and some people must save our master and apprentice's life."

Duanmu Rong was puzzled when she heard the words, she just felt sad, why is this fairy-like person so hard-hearted?

"kill!"

With the order of the ninth-rank master, more than 20 dead men followed him and rushed forward, and the other three dead men rushed out at the same time, the mountain path was dazzling with cold light and murderous intent.

Suddenly, in the sky, there was a roar of breaking wind.

Shua, Shua, Shua... A jade-like sword box hovered between the sky and the earth, more than four feet long, one foot thick, and one foot wide.

boom!

When the sword box fell to the ground, a strong air flow fluctuated, just like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, the strong air flow sent the first-class Jianghu and more than 20 middle-ranking third-rank dead soldiers flying for about ten feet, and fell to the ground.

Ka Ka Ka... The sapphire sword case opened its screen in a fan shape, like a noble, elegant, and mysterious peacock king slowly unfurling its peacock feathers, the beauty is extremely beautiful.

At the same time as the sword box opened, Li Changqing had already descended from the sky, stood lightly on the sword box, and stepped on a pitch-black long sword with his toes.

Wearing a green shirt, standing against the wind.

The ninth-rank master and a group of dead soldiers turned over and stood with their swords in their hands. Their faces were sullen and vigilant, their eyes narrowed, and they asked in a deep voice: "Didn't your Excellency use the way? Don't you want to do that meddling thing too?" Hero?"

Li Changqing stood on the sword box, bent the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, stroked the slender sideburn on the right side lightly, and said with a light smile, "Although I don't want to be a hero, I will do it occasionally."

"Jinghu Doctor, I'll guarantee it."