Chapter 83 He is my husband!

Chapter 83 He is my husband!

Chapter 83 He is my husband! (Long chapter 4.4K)

It rained heavily in the early morning.

He took a step forward and raindrops splashed all around.

Zhang Yu carried Yan Sanniang on his back and ran quickly between the houses, with more and more soldiers chasing him gathering behind him.

Guards from the Father-in-law's Mansion kept rushing out from both sides to stop the attack. With swords flashing and sabers flying, even the slightest wrong step would result in death.

"Don't run!"

"Stop them!"

"Kill!"

The man in black robe held the sword in his right hand and reached into the bag with his left hand and threw it out.

Every time a golden needle flew out, a person fell to the ground in front, and they fought their way out of a bloody path.

He jumped up, took two steps, and leaped several feet away.

There were no houses ahead. We were in the wilderness and the bushes made the road even more difficult to travel.

"Zhaizhu Zhang, you...you put me down, I will find a place to hide..."

Yan Sanniang looked back and saw that the pursuers were getting closer and closer.

With Zhang Yu's lightness skill, if he hadn't been dragged down by himself, his speed would have been much faster than it is now, and he would have had a chance to escape from Xuangu Mountain alone.

Zhang Yu noticed that she was about to let go of his hands, so he locked her arms.

"Stop talking nonsense! Don't distract me!"

Yan Sanniang felt mixed emotions, as the two of them had only met once before, in front of a bamboo building in the back hills of Qingfeng Village.

At that time, she was being pursued by the Embroidered Uniform Guards. Because of the four words "acting on behalf of heaven", and the rumors she heard about Qingfeng Village, and seeing that he refused to be recruited by the Wala tribe, she entrusted the "Nine Dragon Jade Pendant" to him.

I never thought he would sacrifice his life to save me.

Zhang Yu slowed down again, as the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer.

When the pursuers saw this, they thought that the man in black had been running away all the way and was exhausted, and was at the end of his strength, so they chased him even harder.

Zhang Yu said without even turning his head: "Miss Yan, tell me the distance of the pursuers."

Yan Sanniang didn't know what Zhang Yu was going to do, but she turned around and looked at the approaching pursuers.

"Four feet!"

"Three feet."

"Two feet, they are catching up."

Yan Sanniang felt strange. Every time she shouted, the man under her slowed down, as if he did it on purpose.

Zhang Yu turned around suddenly, and the faces of the pursuers came clearly into his sight.

He raised his left hand and a golden light shone out.

"Flower-like."

More than 30 scorpion tail golden needles shot backwards, and screams were heard one after another. The ones behind collided with the ones in front, and people and horses were thrown to the ground in an instant. The swordsman who rushed to the front had five or six golden needles stuck in his face. Because the force was dispersed, only one-third of them were penetrated. He looked like he was stabbed like a hedgehog, but the needles were deeply embedded in his bones, which was extremely miserable.

"This move is called Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers."

Zhang Yu laughed loudly, and used all his strength to perform the "Flowing Clouds and Water" technique. In a few breaths, he rushed forward more than 20 meters again.

Yan Sanniang reminded: "Your hand is bleeding."

"It's out of the way."

Among the three techniques of "Scorpion Tail Golden Needle", "Scattered Flower Style" can cause group damage and create a range effect, and it is also the most difficult to perform.

Before, Zhang Yu used ordinary embroidery needles to perform the "scattering flower style", but the results were not ideal.

It is not easy to forge the golden needle. After Lu Rutie was invited to Qingfeng Village, he immediately took charge of the work of replacing the weapons of the village guards, and was unable to fully concentrate on forging the scorpion tail golden needle.

This is the first time I used the flying needle technique of "scattering flowers". I didn't expect it to be successful.
Zhang Yu was happy in his heart, even though a golden needle had been inserted into his left hand, causing unbearable pain and itching.

"Thieves, please leave!"

When Yan Si Niang heard the sound, she looked back and did not see the pursuers, but saw a familiar figure chasing after her.

The man was holding a saber that was shining coldly, and he was very fast. With one leap he could fly three meters away.

"Master Zhang, Qiao Wuyong is here."

"The Jinbei Swordsman?"

Zhang Yu looked back and saw that the figure was less than 20 meters away.

Yan Sanniang said in a serious tone: "He may not be a hero, but he is good at swordsmanship."

He continued on his way, and after a few breaths, he repeated the same trick, turned around suddenly, raised his hand and threw out a point of golden light.

"Flying Bird Style!"

Qiao Wuyong sneered and raised his saber in the air. The scorpion's tail needle hit the blade and bounced out instantly.

“What a master!”

Zhang Yu ran madly with his head down, but after walking only about five or six feet, he suddenly stopped.

His face was solemn as he looked down at his feet and unknowingly ran to the edge of Xuangu Mountain.

There was fog and clouds below, at least a hundred feet deep. If you fell down, you would be smashed to pieces.

"There is a cliff thousands of feet high ahead. Why are you two seeking your own death?"

Qiao Wuyong came with a saber in his hand. He was in his sixties, with gray hair and beard, and wore a coarse cloth robe. He had the aura of a tiger and the power of an abyss, and displayed the demeanor of a master.

He looked at the black-robed swordsman with some surprise. He didn't expect that the person who broke into Xuangu Mountain was so young, yet had such martial arts and courage.

There is no such a respectable person among his younger generations. If he had not considered his descendants, why would he, at the age of sixty, disregard his reputation for half a lifetime and become a guest official in the palace of the emperor's father-in-law, being ridiculed and mocked by his peers in the martial arts world?

"Even if I were at this age, I would never be his opponent."

Qiao Wuyong couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

"You two young friends are in your prime years, and your martial arts are both outstanding. Given time, you will surely become famous in the martial arts world. Why do you choose to go against someone you cannot afford to offend, and ruin your bright future? Isn't it a pity?"

Zhang Yu turned around and looked at the strongest opponent he had ever encountered since he entered the martial arts world.

Coincidentally, there was a cliff behind him and there was nowhere to escape.

"What the old senior said makes some sense."

"It's just that in this world, there are some people who are happy to accept the bones thrown by the powerful."

"There is another type of person whose knees are too stiff and who just can't kneel down. Senior Qiao, what can you do about it?"

Zhang Yu put Yan Sanniang down, smiled and looked at the "Jinbei Swordsman."

"If you don't want to listen to my kind words, then let the sword speak for you!"

Qiao Wuyong raised his long sword, with murderous intent in his heart.

The saber was six feet long, palm-wide, and smooth throughout, making it a rare and precious blade.

Its name is 'Xia Dan.'

That day he went out of the border to hunt down the horse bandits and returned with a great victory.

A famous craftsman was hired to forge blade blanks with more than a hundred seized swords, and then mixed with meteorite iron to create the "Xia Dan" sword. It is said that when it is unsheathed, it will emit a three-inch chill that can make evil demons and heretics tremble with fear.

Becoming famous in the world is indeed a technical job.

"Then I will ask Senior Qiao for two tips."

As soon as he finished speaking, rain splashed down and the black shadow leaped into the air and pounced towards Qiao Wuyong.

Halfway through, Zhang Yu raised his hand and threw out the "Scorpion Tail Golden Needle".

"A mere trifle! And you are embarrassing yourself."

Qiao Wuyong raised the blade of the knife and knocked a golden needle away with great accuracy. His heart moved slightly, and a point of golden light was shooting towards his abdomen from behind.

"Two golden needles? So fast!"

Unable to return the sword in time, Qiao Wuyong could only block it with his hands.

He then used his internal force to shoot the scorpion-tailed golden needle that was originally aimed at the Danzhong acupoint, and it instantly pierced through his left palm.

"The needle is poisonous!"

Qiao Wuyong felt pain and a tingling sensation in his palms. He quickly circulated his internal energy to suppress the poison and put away his contempt for the black-robed swordsman.

"He is indeed an evil heretic, he deserves to be killed!"

His hatred was rising. He suffered at the hands of a martial arts junior who could be his grandson. If the news got out, it would surely disgrace the name of 'Jinbei Swordsman'.

At the same time, Zhang Yu had already approached and drew out his black sword, slashing it towards his opponent's heart.

Qiao Wuyong snorted coldly and swung out his saber, with a cold light falling from mid-air. "The moon sets and the crows cry."

The cry of a crow indicates death, which is considered an ominous sign by people.

This sword strike may seem plain and simple, but in fact it embodies the exquisite sword skills of his life, and it brings out the powerful and heavy characteristics of the saber to the extreme. Under the infusion of surging internal force, it has a force of a hundred kilograms.

"This person is a master of the Qi Hai realm!"

Zhang Yu was shocked. He used his internal energy frantically and raised his sword to block the snow-white sword that fell from the sky.

"bump!"

The sound of golden swords.

The moment the black sword came into contact with the saber, the edge of the black sword broke open, and then a white line gradually emerged.

Zhang Yu thought to himself that this was not good. The sword was originally white, but it became like this because it was painted with special black paint. Now that white lines appeared, it meant that the sword was about to burst.

"die!"

Qiao Wuyong was shocked and angry, and he frantically mobilized his internal energy.

The sword strike of "Moon Sets and Crows Cry" was the strongest sword strike he had ever made in his life.

This boy is so young, yet he can actually block it. What will happen in the future?

The white line continues to extend.

Zhang Yu could only drop his sword, and back away. The moment the black sword slipped out of his hand, it broke into two pieces, flew several feet away, and the two pieces stuck diagonally into the muddy ground.

The sword energy was as strong as a tiger, rushing all the way and plowing a three-meter-long crack in the mud ground.

The rain also contained the intent of a sword, like red-hot iron balls, which were thrown out and hit the chest with a "crackling" sound, causing unbearable pain.

The black-robed swordsman flew backwards six or seven meters...

The moon sets and the crows cry, and the enemy is defeated with one sword.

Qiao Wuyong proved the strength of the 'Swordsman of Northern Shanxi'.

Zhang Yu retreated to the edge of the cliff, knelt on the ground, and vomited blood.

"Qiao Wuyong, if you kill him, you will never find the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant!"

Yan Sanniang dragged her injured leg and stood in front of Zhang Yu.

"How important is the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant? Would you give it to someone else? Miss Yan said it casually to save his life. Do you think I am a three-year-old child who can be deceived?"

Qiao Wuyong approached with a knife in hand, murderous intent in his eyes.

Zhang Yu's internal energy was in disarray, and the remaining sword energy was still running rampant in his tendons and veins. He was unable to move for a moment and could only allow himself to be slaughtered.

Yan Sanniang stood in front of the saber and said, "It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Anyway, I gave him the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant. If you kill him, no one in the world will know the whereabouts of the jade pendant."

Qiao Wuyong said coldly: "What is your relationship? Is it worthy for you to entrust the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant to him?"

"I...I am, he...he is my husband!"

The other party's murderous intent remained unabated. At this moment, only the whereabouts of the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant could save Zhang Yu's life. Seeing that the other party did not believe her, Yan Sanniang became more and more anxious. Her mind went blank and she blurted out this sentence in panic.

Qiao Wuyong stopped and thought to himself, it is indeed so.

If it weren't for the love between men and women, how could he risk his life to rush into Xuangu Mountain to save her, and how could she entrust the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant to her.

Qiao Wuyong felt that he had grasped their weakness. He looked down at the two of them with a smile and said, "So Miss Yan gave it to her lover. That's right. You two little mandarin ducks, neither of you would want the other to die, right? Hand over the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant, and you can both come down the mountain alive and live a peaceful life."

Yan Sanniang turned around to look at Zhang Yu. His originally handsome face was now extremely pale, with beads of sweat and rain dripping down his forehead, and his breathing was disordered.

No matter how concerned she was or how reluctant she was, she didn't want such a chivalrous and courageous man to die.

Yan Sanniang looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Okay! I promise you, I will hand over the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant."

Qiao Wuyong snorted coldly: "As long as you hand over the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant, I will spare your life!"

"You swear, in the name of the ancestors of Qiaojiabao in northern Shanxi, to let him leave Xuangu Mountain and not to hurt him in the slightest."

Yan Sanniang has been in the underworld and has seen many wicked people. She originally did not believe in oaths, especially those from Qiao Wuyong, but in order to give Zhang Yu a glimmer of hope of survival, she had no choice but to do so.

Qiao Wuyong smiled coldly and raised his sleeve to wipe the rain off the snow-white blade.

"At such an age, he can survive my strongest blow. It's truly amazing!"

"Miss Yan, it's not right to speak in a roundabout way."

"I can swear to spare his life, but I have to... destroy his Dantian."

Dantian is the container that holds internal strength and is the foundation of a warrior.

Even if the Dantian is damaged, it will lead to a drop in the level of internal strength.

If they were disabled, they would lose all their internal energy, which would be worse than death for people in the martial arts world. They could even lose their internal energy due to dam destruction and flooding of fields, and their tendons and veins would be damaged, so they could not live to the age of an ordinary person.

Yan Sanniang gnashed her teeth and said, "Absolutely not! Qiao Wuyong, don't you want to get the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant back for the Father-in-law's Mansion?"

"Miss Yan!"

Qiao Wuyong was confident of victory at this time, and like a cat playing with a mouse, he didn't mind talking to the two men for a few more words.

Anyway, this is Xuangu Mountain, the terrain is dangerous, and the way down the mountain has been blocked by Yue Xiaotian. The two of them can't escape, and outsiders can't get in.

"Why don't you understand? I am just a guest."

"Whether the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant is found or not is the matter of the Father-in-law's Mansion. To me, it is just a reward and is actually of no consequence."

"But... if I leave behind a martial arts genius who has made an enemy, I will not be able to sleep or eat well."

"Five days, five months, he is no match for me."

"Five years later, my energy and blood will gradually decline, while he will be at the peak of his powers."

Qiao Wuyong laughed viciously like an old owl in the rainy night, "Miss Yan, what can I do? I can only dig up the roots of the seedling before it grows into a towering tree!"

Yan Sanniang was filled with despair. She stole the national treasure, the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant, and threatened the emperor's favorite lady, Lady Wan. Each of these was a heinous crime punishable by the extermination of her entire clan.

If the Jinyiwei had not dared to make a big fuss and had only said that some treasure had been stolen from the father-in-law's residence, the court would have been shocked and the whole country would have been turned upside down.

She originally thought that even if she failed, she would only lose her life.

As for the Nine Clans, she herself didn't know where they were.

Her parents were military households in Datong Prefecture and died one winter. She survived on the last half bowl of porridge. Later, she met the Golden Summit Master of the Emei Sect who passed by and was accepted as his apprentice. She was lucky enough to survive.

Zhang Yu managed to straighten out his inner strength a little bit at this time, and he whispered to Yan Sanniang, "Trust me."

Yan Sanniang looked at him, remembering the previous words, 'He is my husband', and wondered if Zhang Yu heard it.

It is true that people of society are not fussy about trivial matters, but she still had an indescribable strange feeling in her heart.

The two looked at each other and the woman nodded slightly.

Zhang Yu said: "Help me up!"

Yan Sanniang helped up the seriously injured black-robed swordsman.

Qiao Wuyong smiled coldly, but didn't care. He could see that Zhang Yu didn't have the strength to fight anymore.

Zhang Yu coughed violently and said with a smile: "Senior Qiao, your swordsmanship is unparalleled. I admire you."

Qiao Wuyong chuckled and said, "Who called me a dog before? It's a little late to say something nice now."

Zhang Yu smiled sadly, lowered his head and said: "When a bird is about to die, its cry is sad. When a person is about to die, his words are kind. My skills are not as good as others. I am willing to hand over the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant, give up my martial arts, and never set foot in the martial arts world again. I only hope to save my life."

"I promise you, give me the jade pendant!"

Zhang Yu reached his left hand into his arms.

Qiao Wuyong took two steps back, held the hilt of the knife, and stared at Zhang Yu's hand.

"Senior Qiao, here is the Nine Dragon Jade Pendant."

Zhang Yu pulled out a yellow brocade bag from his bosom, which was embroidered with dragon and cloud patterns.

The tassel was made of gold wire and was heavy inside, looking like a nine-dragon jade pendant.

The pain in his left palm reminded Qiao Wuyong to be more careful. He smiled and said, "Seeing is believing. Please take out the jade pendant."

"Ugh."

Zhang Yu shook his head slightly, opened the brocade bag, and took out the bright yellow jade pendant.

It is the size of a baby's palm, with "Ming" engraved on the front and many zigzag lines on the back. Upon closer inspection, it is discovered that it looks like a pool of water with eight dragons swimming in it.

Including the wearers, they are collectively called Kowloon.

Although Qiao Wuyong said it was nothing, he was still slightly excited in his heart.

What he saw was not a jade pendant, but immense wealth.

(End of this chapter)