Chapter 10: Grudge

Zhao Ying nodded after hearing this.

She had listened to Zhao Dehua tell some Jianghu anecdotes since she was a child, and she knew the ways of these things, but her experience was too little and her vision was insufficient. Being told by Zhao Dehua, she could naturally understand.

"Then, what about the older one?"

Zhao Ying was most curious about Li Miao, who was too lazy to even be polite to Zhao Dehua. She hurriedly asked.

"Him? I can't see through him. But he's the most powerful." Zhao Dehua said.

"Look at his breathing, it's natural, no different from an ordinary person's. It seems like an ordinary person who doesn't know Wu Gong."

"But this leaning posture of his presses on his chest; ordinary people have difficulty breathing, and their breathing will be more rapid than sitting naturally. But you listen carefully to his breathing."

Zhao Ying closed her eyes and carefully distinguished Li Miao's breathing.

After a while, she opened her eyes and said in surprise: "Why is his breathing so light? It's not even as good as that little girl's, I almost couldn't hear it clearly!"

"That's right. Ordinary Jianghu people, the higher the Wu Gong, the longer and steadier the breath. But his breathing is light and short; you have to pay attention to listen to it since you were young. If he takes advantage of the dark night, holds his breath, you won't be able to find his position."

"To do this, either he practiced a kind of internal cultivation method I have never heard of, or his internal cultivation is extraordinary, already beyond the scope of ordinary Jianghu people."

"Look at his hands again."

Zhao Ying also put away her small thoughts at this moment, only treating this as a test, and now focused her peripheral vision on Li Miao's hands.

"No calluses, no deformation. Not a weapon or hard-work user."

"Fingernails are neat and round, fingertips are long, middle finger is longer than index finger. Not a finger-work practitioner either."

Zhao Dehua shook his head when he heard Zhao Ying's muttering: "Don't learn from my view of the young man. You have to learn to find the most unusual places, not analyze these useless things."

"Look at what he is doing now?"

Zhao Ying wondered: "Peeling peanuts, what's wrong?"

Zhao Dehua said: "Silly girl, you only know that people are peeling peanuts, but you don't look at how they are peeling them."

"He is peeling roasted peanuts, the peanut shells are dry and brittle. He peeled for a long time, have you seen a single crumb on his hands? He pinches his hands, the peanut skins all fall off, but the two peanut halves haven't separated. Can the work on his hands be simple?"

Zhao Ying laughed when she heard this: "Dad, you said his breathing is different from ordinary people, I believed it. But how can you talk about peeling peanuts so seriously? Maybe he just peels them particularly well?"

Zhao Dehua also laughed: "Yes, I thought too much, a bit mysterious."

"But people dare to share a room with us, the young man with good Wu Gong came to greet us, but he lay there without moving, and didn't get up when he saw so many of us coming in, he must have something."

"Walking in the Jianghu, harmony is the best policy, and disputes of spirit are the lowest. People just didn't look at me, but they returned the salute, don't have any dissatisfaction with people."

"Understood, Dad." Zhao Ying answered with a smile.

The father and daughter talked for a while, the fire warmed their bodies, and their mood gradually relaxed.

The group had been on edge and rushing throughout the journey, and they were already quite exhausted. Once they relaxed, Zhao Ying’s head began to bob, and his eyes struggled to stay open.

Zhao Dehua spoke, pointed to a few people to guard the night with him, and the rest didn't care about the dust on the ground, so they found a position on the ground and rested.

Li Miao and the three were also resting.

After the first half of the night passed, Zhao Dehua also felt a bit sleepy. Estimating the time was about right, he patted a few people awake to change shifts and guard the night.

He also yawned, wrapped his outer garment, and leaned on the box escorting the darts to close his eyes.

After a while, Wang Hai, who was lying down, sniffed and opened his eyes in the dark.

He didn't move, quietly stuck out his tongue, tasted the air, and tasted it for a while.

"There is sleeping incense. Someone is about to make a move on that group of guards." He silently made his judgment.

Because the quality of this sleeping medicine was not good, not bad, not enough to deal with an Embroidered Uniform Guard Battalion Commander. If they were to deal with Li Miao and the three, the evildoers would have to use the Gu of the Miao region or the top-grade sleeping medicine of the Tang Men.

Using this grade of sleeping medicine to deal with an Embroidered Uniform Guard Battalion Commander was no different from sending a greeting card before moving.

Now there were only a few people in the room, either they were moving against them, or they were moving against the Huwei Dart Bureau.

"It's late now, the Battalion Commander is afraid that he is sleepy, he should have been asleep long ago."

"I don't know the background of the person coming, it's really unwise to move rashly. I won't move, watch the situation develop, and then make plans."

Wang Hai thought so, looked at Li Miao, but was startled.

Li Miao was opening one eye secretly, staring at the Huwei Dart Bureau with great interest.

Li Miao saw Wang Hai was startled by him, and he found it funny in his heart.

He had been in Yanjing for twenty years, and Wang Hai had been by his side since he was under his command, and his habit of "eight-hour workday" had been deeply rooted in his bones.

Little did he know, there were few holidays in the feudal era, and he had worked almost every day for twenty years except for the holidays, and he had spent twenty years of workdays.

In these twenty years, he was strengthening himself with the "eight-hour workday" every day, and he was also restricted by the "eight-hour workday" every day, which made him always sleepy at the end of the day.

That's right, his golden finger is called "eight-hour workday." Li Miao named it himself, very appropriate.

But, this is his first business trip in twenty years.

As everyone knows, the time on the road is not counted as working hours.

Not working, naturally not restricted by energy. Li Miao is now circulating internal energy, full of spirit, and is very energetic!

He couldn't wait to see his first real walk in the Jianghu, his first real encounter with Jianghu vendetta!

Li Miao and Wang Hai were speechless, quietly waiting for the movement.

After a while, Zhao Dehua's arms crossed over his chest slowly slid down, his orderly breathing scattered, clearly losing consciousness.

Travel-worn, the Huwei Dart Bureau group had long been sleepy. Zhao Dehua finished the first half of the night, and his fatigue accumulated to the extreme. The people who changed shifts just woke up from their dreams, and they were the most unclear.

Choosing this time to release the sleeping smoke, clearly the person who started it had been observing nearby, and then chose the most suitable time to start.

After waiting for a while, a person walked into the door lightly.

This person walked a few steps toward Zhao Dehua, and just as he was about to reach the front, he suddenly stopped and retreated rapidly.

No movement.

Seeing Zhao Dehua had no reaction, she didn't step forward, but took a small bag from her bosom and threw it toward Zhao Dehua.

That small bag floated in the air.

Slap.

A big hand reached out, caught the small bag, and tucked it into his bosom.

"Humph! Old thing, I knew you wouldn't be so easy to get!" The person said hatefully, the voice was crisp and pleasant, actually a young woman.

Just covered with a black scarf, couldn't see her face.

"I have been escorting darts for over ten years, how could I not know when it is most dangerous at night? The girl also looks down on Zhao too much."

Zhao Dehua stood up, his eyes flashing with essence, and there was no sign of being unclear at all.

Other dart masters were indeed hit by the girl's sleeping smoke, but Zhao Dehua was an old Jianghu hand, sleeping with half an eye open, and had noticed something wrong the first time the sleeping smoke was put into the room.

It was just that the old saying is good, only a thousand days to be a thief, how can there be a thousand days to prevent a thief.

Zhao Dehua could naturally wake up other dart masters while the sleeping smoke had not yet fully exerted its effect, but the person who started it would run away. With such a person hanging behind him, he wouldn't be able to eat or sleep peacefully.

He relied on his high Wu Gong, so he didn't change his expression, pretending to be hit, wanting to lure the person who started it over.

If the other party crashed in, maybe they would be subdued by him, and there would be no future trouble.

But the woman was not a reckless person, she walked to the limit distance of Zhao Dehua's move and suddenly retreated, almost hooking Zhao Dehua to stand up and make a move.

Zhao Dehua originally wanted to continue pretending, but the shape of the small bag the woman threw over was clearly a hidden weapon that would explode a group of poison when it hit the ground.

Zhao Dehua didn't dare to bet whether his internal energy could withstand the poison, so he had to reach out and catch the small bag.

But it also exposed the fact that he hadn't been poisoned.

Now, it became a one-on-one, clear-cut situation.

Zhao Dehua looked up and down at the masked woman, and couldn't think of any similar figures.

So he frowned and opened his mouth: "I don't know what grudge I have with the girl? Is there any room for maneuver?"

He didn't ask if the masked woman was for the wealth they were escorting.

The sleeping smoke the woman used, although Wang Hai didn't look at it, was a good product that ordinary Jianghu people couldn't touch, worth a lot of money, and Zhao Dehua almost got hit. If it was for money, it wasn't worth using such good things to deal with him.

And the woman's words sounded like she knew him, directly cursing him as an old thing, saying she knew he wouldn't be hit.

This was clearly not a great thief who saw money and started to steal, but an enemy who came for him!

The woman didn't want to hide her purpose either, sneered: "Old thing, are you senile?"

"If you can put down the grudge by saying two fart words, is it worth me taking action against you?"

"Without doing a scene, will you let me, a masked enemy, go?"

"If I really left, can you sleep?"

Zhao Dehua sighed.

"Sigh—the girl is right. The older the Jianghu, the smaller the courage, the bloodiness has been polished away, just thinking about settling things."

"Let the girl laugh."

"Let's—see the truth in our hands!"

Before the words fell, Zhao Dehua took a step across the distance of a zhang, and rushed up together!

Bent fingers into claws, tore open the air, and grabbed straight at the masked woman's eyes and heavenly spirit cover!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 11 =====