Chapter 28: First Encounter with Han Xin

When the sun was gradually setting in the west, Yan Hong left from Meng Tian's courtyard.

Looking at the shadow that was being stretched longer and longer in the sunset, Meng Tian was still standing in the shade of the tree in a little dazed, and his mind still echoed the words of the Night Emperor just now, the remnants of the Qi Kingdom, Luoxia Villa, and Meng Weijun's bloodline, one qiē and one qiē were connected together, and it seemed that a whole clear vein appeared in Meng Tian's mind, and he couldn't imagine that the famous Qilu No. 1 wealthy businessman, Qianmo Villa, would actually be the protective color of the descendants of Qi.

The power of the Yin and Yang family is really terrifying, and the imperial intelligence organs have not found out this secret force hidden in the land of Qilu for so many years, but the Yin and Yang family has found out first.

"General Meng just visited secretly, don't forget the words of Lord Xiangguo...... There are zài spies within the empire. This is the advice that Yan Hong left before leaving.

In Meng Tian's opinion, now that the spy is unknown, reporting to the prince will definitely alarm some people, if it is verified by himself, it is the safest to report, looking at the pale golden afterglow, Yan Hong's expression is a little abrupt, if Meng Tian really finds out the relationship between Luoxia Villa and Dongjun, then it will become more interesting.

Watching this fire burn more and more in secret, turning all the obstacles into ashes, isn't it a kind of enjoyment, since you are in the Yin and Yang family, there are only two choices, either completely for your own use, or else it is to completely destroy it, not let him hinder his progress, shake his head, abandon the chaotic thoughts, there will always be a day when he has to confront the Eastern Emperor head-on, and he must do his best to improve his strength, otherwise when the time comes, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi will drop ten times one by one, and all the strategies will be nothing in the end.

The realm of martial arts, if you can break through casually, you will not be crowned with the title of Dao, and countless people are stuck in the realm of no edge for half a step in their lives, and they don't know where their fate will be.

Out of the General's Mansion, Yan Hong casually walked into a restaurant, found a window to sit down, and drank alone.

Of course, it is not for nothing that I came here, but it is for one person, Bingxian, Han Xin.

At this time of the day, he would come here regularly, once a day, just to solve the problem of eating, it stands to reason that a penniless person could not have the opportunity to walk in here every day, but he came every day and never fell short.

Not because of anything else, just for one word, love!

This shop is small, but it's cozy, and it's more warm and soft than the others, just because the shopkeeper is a woman.

The posture is Ting, the gentleness of the little jasper, and the appearance is naturally not as stunning as the Snow Girl and Rong'er, but it is the type that is particularly attractive, according to the shadow, the reason why he found Han Xin was also because he paid attention to this.

A wisp of love ties the heart of a girl, and it also ties the ambition of a talent, a young soldier fairy, but has such a calm and warm relationship.

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"Brother Han, this is your favorite wine, my little sister will help you keep it."

"Jiao Niang, as before, the wine money will be given to you next time."

"Good...... The little sister remembered, giggles. The small and delicate fingers covered his lips slightly, and he smiled faintly, but his eyes were warm.

Tasting his wine carefully, Yan Hong's eyes fell on the sword behind Han Xin, if he was not mistaken, it was the sword of the brave - the fish intestine sword!

"At a young age, the famous sword recognizes the master, and the immortal soldiers through the ages are really not in the pool." muttered carefully, Yan Hong inevitably felt a little hunting in his heart.

A pot of wine bottomed out, Han Xin didn't stop much, and said goodbye to his confidante and was about to get up and leave, but he paused, and his eyes that seemed to be half-open and half-closed looked slightly in the direction where Yan Hong was.

A calm, a sharp, the master of the sword of the brave, never afraid of any danger, there are thousands of ravines in his chest, under the unfazed appearance, there is a hidden heroic spirit, just a glance at Yan Hong has been determined.

The sword of the brave, he will definitely shine one day, although it is just a look, but the momentum surging in the depths of the eyes, Yan Hong keenly feels that such a person must not let him slip out of his hands, and he cannot be used by me, then he can only destroy you.

He had made up his mind but his face became calmer and calmer, he smiled kindly and didn't do anything, it seemed that he was just an ordinary drinker, and the eyes of the two were separated when they touched each other, but Han Xin had already kept this person in mind.

For the first time in his life, there was a person's gaze, which made him feel palpitations and excitement, which was a kind of excitement from the heart of a warrior.

"Brother Han, what's wrong with you?" The woman named Jiao Niang seemed to have noticed Han Xin's abnormality and asked with concern.

"Nothing." The footsteps did not stop, and Han Xin walked out slowly, but at the moment when Han Xin took a step, Yan Hong's eyes were fixed like a fossil.

He saw something, something he had personally created, a flying knife as thin as a cicada's wing, a dark green silk thread firmly fixed the flying knife to Han Xin's waist, and swayed slightly rhythmically with his steps.

"How could he have ...... Is that...... Zhiyun's flying knife! Yan Hong's heart was like a war drum being beaten hard, there were questions, surprises, and many memories that were regarded as U treasures.

There were twelve flying knives in that group, but Zhiyun said that he gave one of them to a child...... "All of them are connected together, could it be that Han Xin is that child?"

This seemingly strange clue coincided strangely in Yan Hong's mind, and suddenly, the thoughts in his eyes poured out like a tide, converging into two lines of tears.

Grab the flask on the table and pour it down hard, tonight...... He just wants to buy drunk.

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"The guest officer ...... Wake up...... We're closed. "Just buy drunk in endless thoughts.

I don't know how long it took, I completely let go of my internal strength, let the alcohol fully numb my nerves, and tried to hide the wound in my heart again.

"Closed? Belch...... All right. Grabbing a wine bottle at hand, he staggered towards the outside of the store, one foot deep and one shallow, already the most drunk physically and mentally.

"Hey...... Guest, you haven't paid yet! Xiao Er chased him out and shouted.

――Smack――

A money bag smashed firmly on Xiao Er's head.

"Oops—it hurts me!" Xiao Er touched his head and was about to scold, but the heavy weight fell in his hand, and he swallowed back the words on his lips.

"Miss, you see, this is objective." Pointing to the money bag in his hand, he looked at the direction in which Yan Hong left, and said to the girl called Jiao Niang, who was the shopkeeper of his house.

"Hey...... This son must have encountered some sad things, came to me to buy drunk, such a large amount of money should be remembered first, and if he comes again next time, he will return the excess to others. ”

"Huh? Return it...... Miss, this is too ......" Xiao Er looked at Miss with some astonishment, the money in his pocket, and it was a lot of money.

Looking at the more than thirty wine jugs on Yan Hong's table, Jiao Niang shook her head slightly, as if she remembered her past with Brother Han, and a smile appeared slightly, Brother Han was the same back then.

After thinking about it, he didn't say more, and walked towards the store with a graceful posture, the shopkeeper could only look at the money bag helplessly, and he still didn't have the courage to disobey his own young lady's orders.