Chapter 043: The First Battle with Assassin
After seeing off the three members of the Su family, life became quiet and stable again.
The only strange thing was that Yang Jinhua and Zhao Bilian visited each other more often.
And sometimes we come together.
Whenever this happened, it was the happiest day for Xiao Ringo. She would play on the grass with her two pretty sisters, weaving flower crowns, straw baskets, etc., and listen to her two pretty sisters talking about some strange and peculiar things in the big and wealthy families.
It's really interesting.
Lu Sen naturally would not join in the fun of the three girls.
He was in the yard, sitting in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth as he looked at his character attribute bar.
After visiting all the brothels in Bianjing City, I didn't get any better spouse attributes.
There was not even anyone who could get close to Yang Jinhua and Zhao Bilian.
Now Lu Sen finally understood that Yang Jinhua and Zhao Bilian already had SR cards, while Mu Guiying was an SSR.
Therefore, he temporarily stopped the idea of "swiping the card" and instead focused on his "Taiyi Hunyuan Gong".
Taiyi Hunyuan Gong: 165.
Lu Sen felt that it was because he had cultivated 165 points of Taiyi Hunyuan Gong internal force.
But the thing is, he felt absolutely nothing.
He didn't feel anything like a better mental state, or the ability to gradually become less afraid of cold or heat.
Maybe it’s because my skills are still too shallow?
As he was thinking this, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, as if something was staring at him.
He sat up suddenly, turned his head to look at the source of the discomfort, and saw a white shadow hidden in the woods on the left side of the yard, which flashed away.
who?
Was he just passing by by chance, or was he here specifically to follow me?
He also had the feeling of being followed a few days ago, but he didn't notice anything before, and he always thought it was his illusion.
He thought for a moment, stood up, and said to the black pillar next to him: "You stay at home, and don't let Ringo out, understand?"
Hei Zhu was quite smart. He immediately walked in front of Lu Sen and asked in a low voice, "Did you find something wrong?"
Lu Sen shook his head: "Maybe it's just an illusion, I'll go over and take a look."
"Should we let Miss Yang and my husband be together?" Hei Zhu had already seen that Miss Yang was interested in my husband. If she were to follow him and protect him, she must be very willing. "Miss Yang is also playing over there in the pavilion anyway."
"She is a guest after all. It is not the case that when something happens in the host's home, the guest has to help."
Heizhu stood aside and smiled without saying anything. He thought, who says Miss Yang will always be a guest? Maybe one day she will become the lady of the family.
Lu Sen walked out of the yard and headed towards the woods where he had just seen the white shadow.
The low mountain has always been very quiet. Almost all the tall trees on the mountain have been cut down by Lu Sen, but there are still many small trees two or three meters high forming a small forest.
Even if people hide inside, it is still difficult to be discovered.
He walked into the green forest, stepped into the grass that was up to his calves, and walked slowly forward.
From time to time, insects flew out from the grass in fright. Lu Sen even saw two long, colorful insects swimming out of the grass in panic.
He didn't feel scared or nervous either.
Some time ago, he went to the market and secretly collected some iron ingots, and made himself three sets of iron armor.
One piece of equipment was put on my body, and the other two were placed in the system backpack.
In the Song Dynasty, anyone who secretly stored armor was considered a traitor.
But Lu Sen was not afraid. When he was equipped with armor, outsiders could not see it, and the extra armor was placed in the system backpack. Who could find out that he was hiding the armor?
I have to say that the properties of iron armor are really strong.
A total of 1,500 points of durability, fifteen times that of wooden armor.
Normally, unless he is surrounded by a dozen martial arts masters and beaten with weapons for several minutes, his armor will not be durable enough to be broken.
So he didn't take the mere poisonous insect seriously at all.
When he arrived at the place where the white figure disappeared, Lu Sen found a messy grass mark on the ground extending into the distance.
Is it true that someone is following me?
Lu Sen followed the traces and soon reached the back of the hill.
There are some tall trees here, blocking the sunlight and making the light dim.
Lu Sen took out the golden iron sword from the system backpack and held it in his hand.
In addition to making iron armor, he also made an iron sword.
It's quite quiet here, so quiet that it's a little scary.
Because there was not even the sound of birds or insects chirping.
Something is obviously wrong.
Lu Sen looked around, then looked up and saw a man in a white robe and a gray standing on a tree branch not far away.
Judging from his physique, he was tall and sturdy, and should be a man. However, his face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, and could not be seen at all, only a dark darkness.
"Sure enough, there is a villain sneaking around, Assassin?" Lu Sen looked up at the other person: "Why are you following me?"
The man in white robe was silent for a while, then he jumped down from the tree and landed on the ground quite lightly.
"You know us?"
The original pronunciation of Assassin was probably Hashishi. Because it was too mysterious, it was later changed to Assassin. The pronunciation is still very similar, so the man easily understood that the other person was talking about him.
"I have heard a little about you." Lu Sen looked at the other party with interest: "But I didn't expect that you would run from Persia to our Song Dynasty."
The man quickly pulled out two short scimitars from his back, held them in his hands, and looked at Lu Sen warily: "It seems that you do know us. Who told you, the people from the Cross Temple?"
"I'm more curious about why you came to follow me." Lu Sen's expression gradually turned cold: "As far as I know, you white-robed Assassins will only be dispatched if they are on your kill list."
In fact, Lu Sen didn’t know whether it was really as he said. After all, the information read by later generations contained too much legendary interpretation.
True or false, who knows what is going on.
Besides, Westerners don’t like to record history. Their historical records are intermittent, and they often take myths as historical facts.
As soon as Lu Sen finished speaking, the other party's body shook and rushed towards him like a spring.
Lu Sen had already leveled up once at this time, and his attributes had improved slightly. Although he still couldn't dodge, he could subconsciously react and counterattack the opponent.
Lu Sen stood still, seeing someone rushing towards him, and subconsciously thrust the golden iron sword in his hand forward.
Assassin twisted his body strangely to the side and avoided Lu Sen's stab.
Then he came close and put his two swords on Lu Sen's neck.
The two sides were very close at this time, so Lu Sen was able to see the other party's appearance... the sharp-eyed drummer he saw at the local market last year.
Is he really the real Assassin?
The drummer's eyes were filled with contempt and a little bit of pity.
Then he pulled his hands back, and two sharp blades swept across Lu Sen's arteries.
The drummer has practiced this neck-cutting technique for more than ten years and has never failed.
Logically, he should be able to see blood splattering from the enemy's neck in the next second.
However, the cutting feeling from the blade was not right. It did not feel like cutting into the skin. Instead, it felt like the blade was cutting on an iron plate. When it was pulled back, the blade actually made a sizzling sound.
Not good!
The drummer subconsciously retracted his two swords, then raised his legs and pushed them towards Lu Sen's abdomen, hoping to force Lu Sen to retreat and then increase the distance between them.
Who knew that Lu Sen also raised his leg hard and hit the person with his knee.
Their knees slammed together.
After a dull thud, Lu Sen took several steps back and almost fell down.
The drummer only took two steps back, his brows suddenly furrowed.
It hurts, it hurts so much!
He felt that his knee cartilage might have cracked, and the skin on his knee was definitely red and swollen.
The drummer knew that he had suffered a great loss. On the surface, it seemed that the opponent had retreated far away and suffered a greater loss. However, he knew clearly that he felt like he had hit a block of iron just now, and the feeling was quite wrong.
It's like using two knives to cut your neck, and it feels like cutting a piece of iron.
There was something wrong with the other party, very wrong. He looked like a human , but when you chopped him down, he felt like an iron man.
Seeing that Lu Sen had stood up straight, he immediately retreated quickly, at an incredibly fast speed, like a ghost.
Lu Sen chased for two steps, but seeing that he could not catch up, he took out a wooden longbow from the system learning bag.
Because others upgraded to a higher level, the wooden longbow also upgraded to a higher level, from the basic 9 points of damage to 11 points.
The increase in damage brings a faster initial arrow speed, stronger penetration ability, and range.
The man in white robe had just run less than thirty meters when he turned his head and saw Lu Sen pointing a bow at him.
Then he heard Fengdi's soft voice behind him, and he immediately jumped up and turned around, his eyes almost turning into the upright shape of a snake in an instant.
With the help of his special ability, he clearly saw that the golden arrow had missed the target, but it strangely drew an arc and chased after him.
Ding!
He deflected the arrow effortlessly with his left-handed knife.
Real Assassins have been practicing blocking long-range attacks since childhood. They can truly hear the wind and identify the enemy's position. Even if they have their backs to the enemy, they can still know that there is a long-range attack coming towards them.
Lu Sen missed the first arrow, so he pulled out another one.
At this time, Assassin had already run fifty meters away.
Shoot the second arrow.
Still, he was blocked by the other party, who had already hidden in the bushes and disappeared in an instant.
Lu Sen stood on a high place, staring at the place where the other party disappeared for a while, then turned around and returned to the yard.
The drummer used trees to avoid Lu Sen's arrow pursuit and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain.
He took off his white robe and put it on inside out, and it suddenly became a normal gray cloth robe.
The drummer then followed the road to the sewage channel under the west wall of Bianjing City and went in without hesitation.
The sewage outlet was very large, but he still had to crouch down slightly to make it easier to walk.
He took out a tinder, covered his nose and walked forward. Along the way, he passed countless ups and downs, left and right intersections, and saw a large number of beggars from the Song Dynasty walking and playing among them.
He saw many young children being beaten, scolded and abused by beggars, and many dirty women hiding naked by the side of the ditch with numb eyes.
Let the beggars torture themselves and just give them some rotten dough to eat.
Many beggars also saw the drummer, but they just glanced at him and then moved aside on their own initiative so as not to block his way.
After turning countless corners and climbing up and down countless times, the drummer finally found the end of a channel.
There were two Semites who looked similar to him guarding there.
He walked over and the two Semites smiled at him.
One of them said, "The priest has been waiting for you in there for a long time."
The drummer nodded, pushed open the stone door and walked into a dark room.
The stone door behind him was closed, blocking the stench from the drainage ditch outside.
Inside the stone gate is a square cellar about three meters high and covering an area of about thirty square meters.
This place was originally a clean little home that belonged to a small leader of Wuyou Cave and his men spent four years carving it out.
As a result, it was occupied by the Semites.
This is underground, so it should be very dark, but there is a round bead hanging on the wall, emitting a faint fluorescent light, so I can barely see what is inside.
The drummer saw a beautiful girl sitting on his chair. He smiled at her, then walked to the cabinet by the wall, took down a ceramic bottle from it, unzipped his right trouser leg, and frowned slightly.
The girl sitting on the chair came over. It was the missing Semu courtesan Ai Jieli. She looked at the drummer's right knee and said in surprise, "How come it's so badly injured?"
The knee was already black and swollen, like a swollen black bun.
And the surface skin is glowing.
The drummer took out a machete and gently poked the black bump, and the blood gushed out.
The drummer pressed gently with one hand to drain all the black blood. After it turned into red blood, he applied the black ointment in the porcelain bottle on his knee.
Feeling a cool breeze seeping into his knees, the drummer heaved a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and said, "I went to monitor the white noble boy who was suspected to be a magician, but he discovered me."
"You fought with him?" Ai Jieli squatted on the ground, propped up her chin with both hands, and looked at the drummer with a sidelong look: "Who won and who lost?"
"I ran away! "
Wow! Ai Jie Li exclaimed softly, "You actually escaped, and your legs were almost crippled by someone. You are a real assassin. Is that white noble boy very strong?"
"He is most likely a magician from Song." The drummer looked very uncomfortable. "I am already close to him, but my two swords cannot cut his neck. His body is as hard and strong as steel. I heard that some saints in the Cross Temple can make their bodies as hard as stone, but I have never seen it, and they still cut their throats with one sword. But I really can't cut the throat of the white noble boy I met this time."
"It seems that we were right to monitor him." Ai Jieli stood up, tossed her wavy blonde hair, and sat back in her chair. "I have already found out that the one who removed the Purgatory Fire from the target was that young man."
"So should we continue to monitor him, or take action against the people around him?"
"Let's hide for a while." Ai Jieli said calmly: "Since the other party is a magician from Song State, he must have ways to guard against us, so it is better to wait until the storm has passed before looking for him. But remember, you can't kill him again. Since he knows real magic, we should find a way to make him one of ours. Huo Shan needs the help of mysterious power. We have to fight against the Holy Cross Temple. The power of ordinary people alone is not enough."
The drummer lowered his head: "Got it."
At this time, Lu Sen, after seeing off Yang Jinhua and Bilian, came to Kaifeng Mansion alone to look for Zhan Zhao.
As a result, the constable said that Zhan Zhao was not in the mansion.
Lu Sen went to Zhan's mansion to look for him. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Zhan Zhao wearing a blue suit and carrying a small bag.
It looks like he's planning to go on a long journey.
"Captain Zhan, are you going out of town on business again?" Lu Sen was surprised, then smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that the martial artists in Bianjing will cause trouble again?"
"Don't worry, I have already handed over to the Yang Mansion this time." Zhan Zhao smiled and clasped his fists to Lu Sen: "After I leave, Marshal Mu will be responsible for the security of the capital. This time I plan to go to Hangzhou, the martial arts conference is about to begin, and Governor Bao ordered me to go there to take charge."
Martial arts conference?
Lu Lin listened with great interest.
