Chapter 158 Want to go home for the New Year? Sorry, it’s impossible! (44 more)

A few days passed quickly.

The New Year is coming soon.

This year's Fengjiang is decorated with lanterns, fireworks and firecrackers, and the streets and alleys are no longer desolate.

Cao Zhengxiang cooked a large table of dishes and a large pot of dumplings.

Gu Sanyue and Xin Fan came running to pay New Year greetings wearing big red coats.

Then it’s time to give out lucky money.

Cao Zhengxiang looked at it with a smile and took out two red envelopes from his sleeves, containing copper coins and broken silver.

"This belongs to me and my lord, and I give it to you together. It's a lot of money, so save it."

Gu Sanyue and Xin Fan happily took it.

Xin Fan pinched it, his eyes full of joy: "It's more than what my mother gave me. I am worthy of being an official."

"Master." Gu Sanyue asked strangely: "Where did Chen Mu take Tieniu and Zhao Taiji to? Are you not coming back for dinner during the Chinese New Year?"

Cao Zhengxiang looked at the dumplings in the pot and then at the sky.

"Hurry, I'll be back soon."

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Outside Fengjiang City there is a field of white light.

The heavy snowfall is heavier outside the city.

People who are not familiar with the territory of Fengjiang may not be able to find the only way to get to Guandao Pavilion.

Two men in white clothes walked side by side, both carrying long swords behind them and walking very fast.

Judging from their expressions, they seemed to be very worried, always paying attention to whether anyone was spying on their whereabouts.

Suddenly, a person sat up in the snowdrift directly in front of him.

Gray-headed and slovenly.

He just held a worn long knife between his arms, looking a little impatient.

"Why did you come?"

The two men were stunned when they heard this, and then they tensed up and unsheathed their swords.

"Who are you?" one of the men asked.

The man holding the knife curled his lips: "Damn, after staying in Fengjiang City for so long, you don't even recognize me, Captain Zhao? How did you get away with it?"

The two men frowned and looked at each other, seeming to have made a decision.

Then I saw two people walking separately, one of them came to kill with a sword, while the other wanted to use the sword to escape in another direction.

Zhao Taiji yawned and glanced at the sword heading towards him, feeling a little impatient.

"On New Year's Eve, I'm just waiting for Lao Cao's dinner of dumpling wine. If I let you mix it up today and ruin my mood, I'll chop you into dumpling fillings."

The words just fell.

The long sword arrived instantly.

The cold light was sharp and the sword light was murderous, piercing his heart.

"Tsk, is the sword tomb of Helan Sword Sect no longer cared for now? I remember that the swords in Helan Mountain back then were not so rubbish."

At this moment, Zhao Taiji had finished speaking.

But the tip of the sword still failed to pierce his chest, as if it had hit a hard rock and was motionless.

This scene was so weird that the sword cultivator was immediately shocked.

But I haven’t waited for the next move to be adjusted.

A head and a body fell from the sky respectively.

It fell in front of him.

It turned out to be the companion who had just escaped from the other direction.

"Senior brother!" The man was shocked, and then looked at the sloppy man in front of him in horror.

How did you die?

It seemed like there was no one else around but him.

Just as I was thinking about it, the rusty long sword fell from the sky at some point and was put back into its sheath.

"!!!"

A flying knife?

The sword cultivator's face was dull, and his whole body was so stiff that he didn't dare to move even half a step!

It was so fast that he couldn't even see when the broken knife was unsheathed.

I've only heard that flying swords are the fastest.

But this is the first time in my life that I have seen an official sword that is faster than a sword.

No!

It seems that over in Yanyunzhou, one of the sixteen counties that fight all year round uses a sword like this!

The man's heart has reached rock bottom.

But I still want to know the reason.

"You...who are you? We have no grudge against you!"

Zhao Taiji narrowed his eyes, held a long knife, and huddled his hands in his sleeves, as if he was very cold. "You are talking nonsense, you are going to die, or I will help you."

"..." The corners of the man's mouth moved slightly and his whole body trembled.

But after a long time, he suddenly laughed.

"Haha, you are so far away from me. If you want to kill me, just kill me. The others have already gone back and you can't catch them."

"Are you done?" Zhao Taiji stamped his feet: "You can die now."

The words just fell.

Zhao Taiji disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already behind the sword cultivator.

As for the sword cultivator, his body was split into two halves.

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A few dozen miles east of Fengjiang City, there is a small patch of dense forest.

This is a shortcut to Yuncang Port.

The old oxcart parked quietly on the roadside, and the honest man carefully fed the ox cart with dry grass in his hand.

The Taoist priest in the car was very curious and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Sir, it is not very auspicious to kill someone during the Chinese New Year."

Chen Mu looked at him, then looked in the deserted direction in the distance, and smiled softly.

"If someone wanted to kill you, would you give him a chance to go home for the New Year?"

Qi Beifeng's expression was strange: "Unless I am a fool, I definitely won't. Letting my enemy go home for the New Year is tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountains. People who do such things will have no hope in this life unless their fate is very tough.

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Chen Mu was amused, patted Qi Beifeng on the shoulder, and then looked there again, his eyes full of disdain.

"You're right, it's a bit silly."

People come to mess with you, but you ignore them and let them go home to celebrate the New Year.

It's really a bit unreasonable.

Chen Mu was very disappointed.

Of course, it was just for a moment, after all, he didn't really care.

If you don't kill me if I give you a chance, then you will have to do it yourself.

Just like what I told Xiao Nanhe back then.

I will kill the people you don’t want to kill.

Moreover, this was his enemy who had plotted against him.

Sooner or later, the vassal king Xue Jingkang will come and kill him. There is no room for relaxation.
To be continued...