Chapter 202 It Must Be a Bloody Storm
When Qingyangke woke up, he was lying on a wooden bed with his hands and legs tied up in a spread-eagle position.
He moved and found that his body was still very weak, but he no longer had the feeling of wanting to die as before.
Was rescued?
No, if I had been rescued, I wouldn't be tied up. And my back hurts a lot, as if something is missing.
He wanted to reach out and scratch it, but he couldn't even do this simple action.
He raised his head with difficulty and looked around, only to find that he seemed to be in a place similar to a prison, with many torture instruments placed around.
It looks like he was caught... Could it be that guy?
Qingyangke quickly denied this idea because he saw a man sitting to his right.
The other party had disheveled hair and was wearing animal skins... If he was Master Lu's subordinate, he would never be like this.
It is impossible for a dignified Master Lu to accept foreigners as his subordinates.
Qingyangke suppressed his anger, carefully looked at his surroundings, and moved quietly to see if there was any chance to escape.
But just before he had this idea in mind, he heard footsteps from behind.
Qingyangke immediately pretended to be unconscious and held his breath.
The footsteps stood behind him for a while, and then suddenly spoke: "Don't pretend, I know you're awake. There's a difference in the heartbeat between an unconscious person and an awake person."
Qingyangke realized that he was careless. He sighed and opened his eyes helplessly.
The man who came in shouted, "Dog, are you still slacking off? Go outside and have someone notify the owner to come over."
The guard who was dozing off nearby immediately jumped up, was stunned for a few breaths, then reacted and ran out.
The latecomer walked around to the front of Qingyangke and looked at him with a cold smile: "You were injured so badly, but you woke up just by taking some medicine. You are really in great shape."
Qingyangke looked up at the man in front of him.
The other party was strong and powerful. Although he was dressed like a Song person, his appearance and temperament showed that he was from the Liao Dynasty in the north.
"Who are you?" Qingyangke asked in a hoarse voice.
"You shouldn't be the one asking us. You have to know the rules, okay? When my master comes later, answer him nicely if he asks you anything. Otherwise, you know what's going on."
The man came up and patted Qingyangke's right cheek lightly with his thick and rough hands, laughing. Although the force was not strong, the humiliation brought by the teasing and playful look made Qingyangke extremely uncomfortable.
If his hands and feet had not been tied with fine iron chains, he would definitely jump up and beat the other person half to death.
Looking at Qingyangke's defiant eyes, this man's eyes moved slightly, and he seemed a little unhappy. His gaze wandered on Qingyangke for a while, as if he was thinking about where to start. When he was about to act, footsteps were heard outside.
The man took two steps back, bowed respectfully, and stood with his hands hanging down.
A group of people came in from outside the door and stood around Qingyangke, and then one of them walked around in front of him.
This man was wearing a Song Dynasty silk robe and had a Song Dynasty male hairstyle. From his body shape to his temperament, he looked like a Song Dynasty man, except for his eyes, which were more brown and not as shiny black as those of Song Dynasty men.
"Song Gou, where are you from and what is your name?" the young Khitan nobleman asked with a smile.
When Qingyangke raised his head, he also curled the corners of his mouth. Because of this small action, he felt a sharp pain in his back.
"Can you let me go if I tell you so?"
The young man looked pretty good. He smiled and said, "That's unlikely."
"Then may I ask why you want to imprison me, sir?" Qingyangke put on a simple and honest smile that did not threaten anyone: "I am just a peasant who came to the Great Khitan Kingdom to beg for food."
"Ask for food?" This young man was General Xiao. He looked at the other man with a smile and snorted, showing great disdain: "It's easy for you to eat. My men said that you are good at horizontal training, and judging from your body shape, you should also practice internal energy. If you release the shackles, you can kill me on the spot, and I won't even have a chance to fight back."
Qingyangke gave a dry laugh and said, "My lord, you are too kind."
"A peasant wouldn't say such things as you do." General Xiao's expression became playful. He took out a green square metal sheet from his arms. It looked like metal, but the texture was quite smooth, even so smooth that it felt like a mirror.
"What is this, mud-leg?"
Qingyangke looked at the small square, a little puzzled, and then his expression turned ugly.
He finally knew why his back hurt so much, and he also finally understood why he felt a little uneasy after waking up.
"Since you have already taken this thing from me, why do you ask questions even though you already know the answer and humiliate a rude person like me!" Qingyangke snorted, and then was filled with grief and indignation.
He stared at the small square piece intently. It was polished very smoothly, with strange patterns on it, and a faint white light seeping out. It was obvious at first glance that it was not an ordinary item.
In order to protect this little thing, he was hunted down by the young men of the Zhao family for more than half a year. He never expected that this thing would eventually fall into the hands of outsiders.
It’s hateful! Qingyangke felt his heart full of resentment.
It’s all the fault of that man surnamed Zhao, and the young Khitan nobleman in front of me. Why did he save me? Even if he didn’t save me, I should have been able to survive.
"Your eyesight is not good." General Xiao narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I have killed many Song people. Many Song soldiers had eyes similar to yours before they were slaughtered. When they looked at me, it seemed that they wanted to eat my flesh and blood."
Qingyangke closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then put on a smile and said, "You are joking, my lord. I am a coward. How dare I do such a thing? If I really had the courage, I would not have come here to seek refuge."
"Refuge! That's a good explanation. It should be refuge." General Xiao stroked the metal piece and said, "I just asked the craftsmen at home. None of them knew what this thing was. They didn't even think it was iron. Although it is also a kind of gold, all the craftsmen think it is definitely not iron. Moreover, it glows in the dark."
Qingyangke looked at the piece of iron again.
General Xiao continued, "So this must be a rare item. How did you, a warrior from Song, get it? What is its use?"
"What if I say I don't know?" Qingyang Ke had already secretly sized up the surrounding environment and situation. There were a lot of people here, and there were at least a few experts who were as good as himself watching nearby. It would be almost impossible for him to escape. "Can you trust me, sir?"
"What do you think?" General Xiao's eyes turned sinister. "I have several men who know how to torture you. They can guarantee that even if you only have a layer of flesh left, you can still live for five or six days."
Qingyangke took a deep breath and said, "I can tell you everything I know. I only ask you to give me a way to survive and let me return to my homeland."
"You tell me, as to whether you can survive or not, it depends on my mood." General Xiao smiled.
Then, Qingyangke recounted the entire incident in detail.
"In other words, this thing is called the Heavenly Dao Iron Certificate, and it is one of the magic weapons of Master Lu Senlu from Mount Zhongnan, a fourth-rank civil servant of your Song State?"
Qingyangke nodded slightly. His eyes were filled with reluctance as he looked at the piece of iron in General Xiao's hand. However, the situation was stronger than he was now. He no longer asked to get back the Heavenly Iron Certificate, but only to survive.
"I have heard a little about Master Lu." General Xiao looked thoughtful, "I just don't believe it. After all, many things change as they are passed on. Besides, your Song Dynasty's Emperor Wenming, Zhangsheng, Yuanxiao (the posthumous title of Emperor Zhenzong of Song) performed the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai and had many masters under his command, but as far as I know, almost all of them are fakes. How real is Master Lu?"
Qingyangke thought for a while and said, "I don't know how true it is, but this thing is definitely from Master Lu's family. In addition, the kid from the Zhao family who has been chasing me is one of Master Lu's brothers-in-law. There is something strange about him, and his injuries healed very quickly. I guess he also has the magic weapon given by Master Lu for self-protection."
"That sounds interesting." General Xiao thought for a moment and said to the person next to him, "Let him go after I leave. We Khitan men always keep our word."
The attendant beside him nodded and said yes.
Qingyangke felt his whole body relax. After escaping death, he felt extremely weak all over.
Just when General Xiao was about to leave, the iron sheet in his hand suddenly glowed, and the light became brighter and brighter. Soon the pattern on the iron sheet disappeared, and finally turned into two words "Nine Five"!
"Ninety-five!"
"Ninety-five?"
General Xiao looked at the two words on the iron sheet. He was stunned at first, then frightened, and at the same time filled with great surprise.
When Qingyangke saw these two words, he subconsciously called out. He was just a warrior, and although he could read a few words, he didn't quite understand what these two words meant.
Nine five?
Nine and five, the dragon flies, it is beneficial to see the great man!
General Xiao understood that he was good at Chinese studies, or rather, all the younger generations of Khitan aristocratic families were good at Chinese studies.
It's quite interesting that a foreigner is better than a pure Song Dynasty scholar in Sinology.
"What does this mean?" General Xiao already had the answer in his mind, but he still subconsciously asked himself the question.
Then he reacted and wrapped the piece of iron with his sleeves to prevent its light from leaking out. Finally, he looked around and saw that everyone here was his confidant. He breathed a sigh of relief and finally his eyes fell on Qingyangke .
Gradually, his gaze turned cold.
"Kill him and bury him right here."
After saying that, General Xiao walked out of the room.
Qingyangke's face turned pale. He struggled desperately, not caring that his hands and feet were scratched and bleeding by the iron shackles, and shouted at the same time: "You beast, you are untrustworthy, you despicable villain...ah!"
Listening to the screams behind him, General Xiao did not feel any fluctuations in his heart. At this moment, he was in a daze because the amount of information in what happened just now was too much for his brain to process for the time being.
About 200 meters away from General Xiao, Zhao Guohua, who was tracking him, hid in the woods. He looked at the courtyard in front of him with two houseplates of "Xiao Mansion" written on them, and then looked at the two elite guards patrolling outside. He was stunned for a moment, and then tears filled his eyes.
"Does this count as fulfilling my brother-in-law's request?"
After all, Lu Sen had instructed him more than half a year ago to force Qingyangke to the Khitan in the north, and then let him fall into the hands of the other side's dignitaries.
It should be now.
I can go home and report to my brother-in-law now.
Zhao Zonghua wiped his eyes and walked back.
Now that the task is completed and the burden is gone, one feels relaxed and his mood improves a lot.
He ate and drank on the way home, feeling very happy. After walking for two days, one day when he was riding the donkey he bought and walking slowly on the dirt road, he suddenly saw a black dot flying in the sky in front of him. Before he could wonder, he saw the black dot getting bigger and bigger, and finally came to his head.
What is this?
Zhao Zonghua was shocked and was about to abandon the donkey and run away, but suddenly someone jumped down from the donkey and shouted, "Huadi, don't run, I'm here to find you."
The female voice sounded very familiar. Zhao Zonghua, who had already rolled off the donkey, turned around and found that it was indeed Zhao Bilian, one of his many sisters, who jumped down from the air.
Zhao Bilian landed lightly, hooked her fingers and said with a smile: "You ran away when you saw your sister and brother-in-law, what a joke!"
Zhao Zonghua hurried over to pay his respects. After hearing what he said, his eyes lit up again: "Brother-in-law is here too?"
The aircraft landed on the ground and Lu Sen walked out of it.
Zhao Zonghua immediately abandoned his sister and ran to Lu Sen, bowed and smiled happily: "Brother-in-law, you came to see me? Don't worry, I have already taken care of the matter. The Qingyang guest has been taken away by the nobles of Khitan. The surname is Xiao, I checked the background, and it seems that he is from the oldest Xiao family."
Good job.
Lu Sen patted Zhao Zonghua on the shoulder.
Zhao Zonghua was smiling so hard that his mouth almost burst into laughter. The praise from his brother-in-law made him much happier than the praise from his father, the Prince of Runan.
Then he couldn't help but see the aircraft behind Lu Sen... and an expression of envy appeared in his eyes.
Every man wants to fly in the sky.
Lu Sen noticed this and said with a smile, "You did a good job this time and you really worked hard. But I don't have anything suitable to give you as a reward for the time being. How about this, when you return to Hangzhou, find a piece of meteorite and give it to your sister, and I will help you make a flying machine like this."
"Really?" Zhao Zonghua was overjoyed.
"How can I deceive you?"
"Then I will go back to Hangzhou right now."
Zhao Zonghua quickly climbed onto the donkey, then shouted "Gee!" and rode the donkey forward. Although the speed was actually quite slow, he managed to make it feel like a galloping horse.
"Why did he run away so soon? I wanted to talk to him." Zhao Bilian walked over.
"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
Lu Sen walked towards the aircraft, and the vixen Lu Xianxian was still sitting inside.
"We'll have to delay it for two or three days." Lu Sen said with a smile, "I'll go and cause trouble for the Khitans on the way."
Lu Xianxian looked at Lu Sen, her beautiful, slender, foxy eyes full of confusion: "Why are you causing trouble?"
"What do you think will happen if a treasure that can make a person look like an emperor falls into the secular world?"
Lu Xianxian understood: "That must be a bloody storm!"
