noffsinger Chapter 6 Stopping a Horse with One Hand
Chapter 6 Stopping a Horse with One Hand
Qin Zhao quickened his pace and walked through the crowd.
Ahead lies the most bustling section of Zhuque Avenue.
The shouts of vendors selling candied hawthorns, peddlers carrying loads on their shoulders, and cloth vendors setting up stalls rose and fell.
The crowd was bustling.
She stopped in front of a jewelry stall, picked up a silver hairpin, and compared it to a bronze mirror.
The quality is not very good, and the carving is also rough.
Just as she was about to put it down, she suddenly saw a little girl selling flowers on the edge of the bronze mirror.
She was seven or eight years old, wearing a floral dress, and holding a basket full of gardenias in her arms.
She probably saw that there were many people here and wanted to cross the street to sell her wares. She walked briskly and didn't notice the carriage coming from the street corner at all.
Two crimson horses, their manes as red as blood, their pupils gleaming with a dark red light.
Crimson Blood Horse.
The driver was a young coachman with a sallow complexion. He gripped the reins too tightly, causing the horse to neigh impatiently.
The groom tried desperately to control the two crimson horses.
But the horses in front of him were completely beyond his control.
The two horses were startled!
The carriage's route and the little girl crossing the street converged at a single point in Qin Zhao's bronze mirror.
Qin Zhao acted faster than he thought.
As the silver hairpin slipped from her hand, she darted away.
A red figure drew an arc through the crowd, rushed to the little girl in three steps, and pulled her into his arms.
Then she turned around.
I saw those two crimson horses.
Fiery red hair, crimson pupils.
The horse's thick legs were even thicker than her waist.
The hot air spewing from the horse's mouth hit my face.
They were less than five zhang away from her at that moment.
Qin Zhao's mind went blank.
She is a martial artist in the late stage of Body Tempering.
The daughter of Qin Lie, the city lord.
The successor of the Jinghong Sword Technique.
But she is only sixteen years old this year.
During the more than ten years she practiced martial arts, she never truly faced death.
Two crimson horses charged side by side, their hooves clattering loudly on the stone pavement.
The ground is shaking.
The hot breath from the horse's mouth was getting closer and closer to her.
She should draw her sword.
But her hands were trembling.
The little girl in my arms is crying. The flower basket has fallen to the ground, scattering the gardenias inside.
Only one thought occupied her mind...
At least, her body was more robust than that of a seven or eight-year-old child.
Qin Zhao closed his eyes, bent over, and held the little girl tightly in his arms.
Then she heard a loud bang.
It wasn't the sound of horseshoes crushing her bones.
It was the sound of stone slabs cracking.
She suddenly opened her eyes and turned around.
A dark gray figure stood between her and the carriage.
The figure in front of me appeared rather thin.
He wore a dark gray cloth robe with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.
The man gripped the thickest crossbar of the cart shaft tightly with his right hand.
And it's done with one hand!
Two crimson horses were neighing at that moment.
All four hooves frantically pawed at the ground.
The stone slabs were trampled by horses' hooves, and stone chips were scattered everywhere.
The entire truck was shaking violently, and the cargo on it was making loud clattering noises as it hit the ground.
But the carriage didn't move an inch.
That person's body was like an iron stake.
His feet dug two deep furrows in the road, stretching all the way to Qin Zhao.
Qin Zhao stared blankly at his figure.
He turned and glanced at her.
Her profile is very youthful, with high brow bones and bright eyes.
You can't tell what his expression is.
She had just seen this face before.
Inside the teahouse.
fishing rod……
crucian carp...
"Education should be provided to all without discrimination."
"Please enjoy your meal."
It's Lu Yuan!
"Step back."
Lu Yuan only said three words.
The tone was flat.
It's the same tone as when people in teahouses say "Since we're here, let's make the best of it."
Then he turned back, his gaze fixed on the two crimson horses.
Qin Zhao, holding the little girl, staggered back a few steps.
At that moment, her legs were weak, her heart was pounding in her chest, and her palms were covered in cold sweat.
But she didn't look away.
Lu Yuan.
That arrogant young man who misinterpreted the classics in the teahouse just now.
now.
He held onto two crimson horses with one hand.
The horse was still struggling.
That Crimson Horse possessed power far exceeding that of ordinary horses.
The two horses together have a pulling force of at least 1,600 jin.
Their hooves pawed at the ground, desperately trying to rush forward.
However, under Lu Yuan's control, they were unable to move forward even an inch.
Under the immense power of the horses.
The veins on Lu Yuan's right arm bulged, and the cuff of his sleeve, unable to withstand the force, tore open instantly at the elbow.
A piece of cloth fell to the ground.
His body remained completely still.
Qin Zhao noticed that the corners of his mouth tightened slightly.
That was a strained expression.
But his eyes remained calm, never revealing any extra emotion.
"Quiet." After a long standoff between the two horses and one person, Lu Yuan finally spoke.
The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a strange sense of oppression.
His blood and qi trembled slightly.
As if sensing something, the two crimson horses gradually weakened their struggles, stopped pawing the ground, and their neighing turned into low panting.
Finally, they lowered their heads and stood quietly in place.
Lu Yuan released his grip.
He moved his right shoulder very gently.
Then he turned around and glanced at the little girl in Qin Zhao's arms.
The little girl was terrified and clung to Qin Zhao's neck, not moving at all.
Lu Yuan squatted down, picked up a gardenia that had been trampled in half from the ground, and handed it over.
"It's alright now."
The little girl took the flower blankly, her lips trembling for a long time before she burst into tears.
Lu Yuan stood up, his gaze sweeping across Qin Zhao's face before pausing for a moment.
Qin Zhao didn't know what to say.
She held the crying little girl in her arms, standing on the street covered with pebbles, her heart pounding even harder than before.
Just a quarter of an hour ago, she was cursing the young man in front of her for being arrogant and blasphemous.
But now it has saved her life.
Lu Yuan did not speak to her.
He looked at the young coachman who had rolled off the carriage shaft.
"Drive carefully."
After saying that, he turned and walked toward the street corner.
The dark gray figure walked through the crowd of onlookers and quickly disappeared at the end of Suzaku Avenue.
Qin Zhao stood still, holding the still-crying little girl in his arms, his gaze following Lu Yuan until he was completely out of sight.
"He stopped the crimson horse with one hand! Did you see that?!"
"Who is that? Whose family are they?"
"The Lu family! That genius from the Lu family! The one who lifted the cauldron with one hand in the martial arts arena!"
"Lu Yuan! It's Lu Yuan!"
The gasps of surprise from the crowd exploded in her ears.
"He stopped the Crimson Blood Horse with one hand? Is Lu Yuan really that strong?"
"Don't even mention the Body Tempering Realm, even the Blood Condensation Realm might not dare to do this!"
"Damn it, comparing yourself to others is just awful. If I, at the mid-stage of Body Tempering, had this kind of strength, I could walk sideways throughout the entire Qingzhou City!"
Qin Zhao lowered his head and looked at the furrow that Lu Yuan had plowed out with his feet.
Something in my heart seems to have loosened.
Lu Yuan in the teahouse.
Lu Yuan of Zhuque Avenue.
Which one is he?
……
The Lu family courtyard.
Lu Yuan turned around and closed the courtyard gate, then bolted it shut.
then.
"hiss......"
He gasped and crouched down, clutching his right shoulder.
It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!
At this moment, the clothes on his entire right shoulder were completely torn.
My shoulder is covered in redness and swelling.
If it weren't for the crucial moment when the "aloof and unconventional" attribute came into play and scared the two horses, it would have been a different story.
He wasn't really confident he could stop those two horses completely today.