Zhao Bailian gripped the hilt of his sword and said, "You can't hurt Xiao Jing!"
I asked He Tiandou, "Who exactly is this idiot?"
He Tiandou said, "This man was a world-renowned swordsman in his previous life named Gai Nie, and he was a close friend of Jing Ke. Before Jing Ke assassinated the Qin Emperor, he sent someone to deliver a letter to Gai Nie inviting him to help. However, Prince Dan, though seemingly kind, was actually suspicious and kept urging Jing Ke to set off. Jing Ke had no choice but to temporarily take Qin Wuyang, a brave warrior from Zhao, to assassinate Qin Shi Huang. As a result, Qin Wuyang turned pale in the Qin court, and Jing Ke had to act alone, ultimately failing. By the time Gai Nie received the news, Jing Ke was already dead."
I sighed, "Damn, if Zhao Bailian and Jing Ke had teamed up back then, wouldn't that fat guy have been in real trouble? By the way, he didn't take your blue potion, so why does he still remember who he is?"
He Tiandou shook his head and said, "To be precise, he doesn't know who he is right now; he's just subconsciously drawn to Jing Ke. You know about the 'strong will' after death, right? If a person's 'strong will' is too strong, it will clash with the Meng Po soup. Almost nine and a half out of ten such people will become fools in this life, but they are also semi-psychic, and will be particularly sensitive to their past life experiences and the people they've met. After Jing Ke's defeat, Gai Nie died in despair, still struggling with guilt towards Jing Ke after death, his 'strong will' was unprecedentedly strong, and that's how we got Zhao the Fool today. He fought countless people in his past life, so he's particularly sensitive to killing intent."
I said, "Are you sure he's Gai Nie?"
He Tiandou nodded and said, "I've calculated it and it's correct. As long as I know a person's birth and death dates in their previous life or their birth date in modern times, I can calculate where that person was reincarnated or who they were in their previous life."
I suddenly realized and said, "You calculated and found all of the Four Heavenly Kings?"
"That's right."
I grabbed him, unable to contain my excitement, and said, "Then tell me who I was in my past life?"
He Tiandou looked at me with a half-smile and said, "Believe me, you definitely don't want to know."
My heart sank, and I thought, "Could I be a traitor like Jia Sidao or Cai Jing?"
He Tiandou said, "...It's even worse than that."
I exclaimed in surprise: "Empress Dowager Cixi, King Zhou, Emperor Yang of Sui?"
"Even worse..."
I sighed in despair: "It was Li Lianying?"
"Even worse..."
I grabbed He Tiandou by the collar and yelled, "Bullshit! Is there anyone more miserable than Li Lianying? Don't tell me you were his son in a past life!"
He Tiandou remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Actually, you were nobody in your past life. In today's terms, you were just an ordinary passerby. That's why I said you don't need to know. Your name was nothing more than Zhang San or Li Si, and your experiences were nothing more than eating, drinking, and defecating. What's the use of knowing?"
I said with a dark face, "You'd rather be infamous for eternity than live a peaceful life? What kind of values are those?!" Actually, I'd rather be Empress Dowager Cixi than just some nobody. Of course, Li Lianying is another story. If he really knew he was a eunuch in his past life, wouldn't he suffer from psychogenic impotence in this one? Did those impotent people develop a strong will after being eunuchs?
As we spoke, Kongkong pounced on Zhao Bailian, the bald man wielding his twin swords like lightning. Our hearts were in our throats. Even if Zhao Bailian was a sword god, that was in his past life. Even if he was Ultraman in his past life, could he really fight monsters with such a weak body?
Moreover, Kongkong'er's movements were so fast that they were almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
As we worried, Zhao Bailian unfolded his body like a slowly blooming flower. He held the scabbard in one hand, slowly raising it above his head, his waist lowering accordingly, while his other hand seemed to reach for something on the ground. This was a common action among kindergarten children pretending to be sunflowers. In the blink of an eye, the empty swords pierced Zhao Bailian's right rib and left shoulder with a hissing sound, but unfortunately, Zhao Bailian was in the middle of his flower-playing pose, and both thrusts missed their mark.
Zhao Bailian didn't even look at his opponent. He stared at the sky, ignoring what Kongkong'er was doing, and simply continued his own movements. He stood with his hands on his hips, slowly swaying his neck and waist like an old man or woman doing morning exercises. Kongkong'er's first attack missed, and he changed his stance, slashing horizontally towards Zhao Bailian's head. Zhao Bailian had already lowered his head, and Kongkong'er's sword grazed his scalp. Kongkong'er's sword circled above his head several times, but Zhao Bailian, still swaying his head as if doing morning exercises, easily dodged it all.
Kongkong'er suddenly jumped out of the circle and shouted angrily, "What kind of kung fu is that?"
Zhao Bailian said naturally, "It's not any kind of kung fu. I just don't want you to hurt me."
Kongkong'er let out a roar and charged forward again, this time much faster than before.
Zhao Bailian remained slow and sluggish, this time wriggling like a mollusk. Kongkong'er's twin swords transformed into thousands of points, constantly piercing through the air as he moved, with only a constant hissing sound. The blades of Kongkong'er's two swords repeatedly grazed Zhao Bailian's face, ribs, and waist, yet they could not harm him in the slightest.
After watching Zhao Bailian fight, you'll notice a strange phenomenon: it's as if he's bribed his enemies to cooperate with him. The moment he raises his hand, the enemy attacks the spot where his hand was just raised; the moment he takes a step, the enemy attacks the ground where he was standing. This is truly both comical and bizarre. It's especially perplexing when facing an opponent like Kong Kong'er, who excels in speed.
Gradually, we noticed something amiss. Zhao Bailian's slowness was based on human inertia. For example, if you wanted to punch him in the nose, but he had already started to lower his head, he would naturally think, "I won't hit your nose, I'll hit your shoulder instead." But even a master would pause before changing their move. By the time your fist was about to strike his shoulder and you couldn't change your mind anymore, he had already crouched down. How could Kongkong'er not understand such a trick as quick change of move? Yet, even so, he couldn't even touch the hem of Zhao Bailian's clothes.
Zhao Bailian's movements were slow, but his mind was fast. He could foresee seven or eight moves ahead, or even more. Not only could he guess how you wanted to deal with him at that moment, but he could even think of things you hadn't thought of yet. Yes, he not only knew what you were thinking, but he also knew what you wanted to think—Zhao Bailian was practically a person living in the future.
On the field, Zhao Bailian moved his body and steps at a leisurely pace, like a dandelion seed swaying in a gentle breeze; while Kongkong'er wielded his twin swords frantically, like a praying mantis being roasted by fire. One appeared extremely fast, the other extremely slow, yet it was impossible to tell whether Kongkong'er was a step slower or Zhao Bailian was a step faster. The two fought for a long time without even making a single contact, leaving the onlookers astonished.
Just then, the scabbard that Zhao Bailian had been holding for so long finally launched its first attack, striking Kongkong'er's face with a crisp "smack," leaving a clear mark. This strike was delivered while Kongkong'er was distracted and confused; it was clean, swift, and left no room for negotiation. After doing all this, Zhao Bailian resumed his solitary dance, and Kongkong'er's sword once again began its unfortunate cycle of failure, its speed actually slowing considerably after being struck by Zhao Bailian's hilt.
After fighting for a while, Kongkong'er suddenly stopped his attack, sheathed his two swords in front of his chest, stared at Zhao Bailian, and then slowly handed them out. Wu Sangui said, "Damn it, this kid is trying to use slowness to fight slowness."
Zhao Bailian stood there, completely oblivious, watching as Kongkong'er's twin swords slowly slithered towards him, like two venomous snakes poised to strike. When they were less than a finger's width from his chest, Zhao Bailian suddenly moved. As if infected by a sudden impulse, Kongkong'er thrust her twin swords into the very air where Zhao Bailian had just stood. He was, after all, a step too slow!
Kongkong'er finally realized that he had no hope of winning, and with a long sigh, he was about to rise from the ground. He Tiandou shouted, "Sword God Gai, we can't let him get away!"
Kongkong'er was in mid-air when he suddenly felt a weight on his feet. He saw that Zhao Bailian's sword scabbard had somehow landed on his feet. Kongkong'er deflated and landed back on the ground. Zhao Bailian said calmly, "You haven't apologized to Xiao Jing yet, you can't leave."
Kongkong'er was terrified. He offered a few token resistance and tried to escape again using his lightness skill. But Zhao Bailian's sword sheath was either hooked or caught, leaving him like a grasshopper trapped, unable to escape Zhao Bailian's grasp. Kongkong'er panicked, his movements becoming increasingly clumsy. Finally, Zhao Bailian expressionlessly tapped him on the back of the head, and Kongkong'er slowly slumped down, dropping his swords, utterly defenseless. He gently blew out a breath and said, "I lost."
Chapter Sixty-Seven Taking Medicine
Liu Bang shouted, "Quickly give him the medicine!"
"No rush." He Tiandou walked up to Kongkong'er and asked him, "Where did those foreigners put their things?"
Kongkong looked up at He Tiandou without saying a word.
He Tiandou said, "Of course you don't have to tell me. I'm not interrogating you. Although you still have to take this pill in the end, I will take care of you in the future no matter what."
Kongkong sighed, gave an address, and said, "There are only a few foreigners guarding that place."
Who is their real boss?
"I don't know. Usually, it's Goodbai who handles it, and I never get to see their boss."
He Tiandou then asked, "How much of our business did you tell them?"
“I didn’t say anything, I just want money. Besides, there are some things he won’t accept just because you tell him.”
He Tiandou nodded, looking at Kongkong'er with a hint of regret. Kongkong'er lowered her head and said, "I know you're conflicted, but please give me that pill. If you release me now, I can promise not to betray you again, but my desires have already swelled, and living like this is painful."
He Tiandou opened his palm to reveal the pill and said, "Don't worry, it's just losing a small part of your memory, like not remembering your dream the next day when you wake up."