Fang Zi'an didn't have time to think about it, because at the same time as he fell into the grass and vomited, the black shadow in the twilight was already chasing after him. In the sound of the wind, mixed with a dim light, it was the light of the blade, and the other party seemed to be not going to let him go.

The sound of the blade breaking through the air came, Fang Zi'an had to jump back to dodge, although the kick on his chest was heavy, but Fang Zi'an was wearing leather armor in his robe, and there were several flying knives pinned to the inside of the leather armor, these things helped Fang Zi'an successfully resist that kick, allowing him to recover quickly.

The opponent's attack was extremely fast, and he didn't intend to give Fang Zi'an a chance to breathe. When Fang Zi'an jumped to avoid it, the other party pressed forward like a shadow. The blade in his hand was merciless, and Fang Zi'an slashed continuously. Fang Zi'an continued to retreat, but his feet were full of barren grass and thorns, and it was not inconvenient to jump in his footsteps. When the opponent slashed for the fourth time, Fang Zi'an's heel stepped on a hollow place in the barren grass, and the whole person not only did not jump away, but fell down with an unstable body.

The dim sword light shone a dim light above Fang Zi'an's fallen face, and it slashed down at Fang Zi'an's face. In this case, the vast majority of people are afraid that they will not escape the fate of being cut down, but Fang Zi'an is obviously not among these people. When it was critical, it was really the time when Fang Zi'an was most focused and could give full play to his potential. Fang Zi'an raised his leg and kicked out of the air diagonally above him almost without thinking.

Although Fang Zi'an did not see the figure of the pursuer at the angle of his fall, judging from the angle of the blade and the figure of the opponent's approach, the opponent was obviously a few feet in front of him. And if that man wants to slash his face, he must only lean out and slash and kill. Therefore, Fang Zi'an kicked out this kick without thinking.

With a muffled snort, Fang Zi'an's right foot kicked the opponent's body firmly, the opponent's body was not burly, Fang Zi'an felt that this kick was light and fluttering, and he didn't use all his strength, and the opponent's body had already been kicked away by himself. But at the moment when the other party's body flew out, Fang Zi'an's right calf suddenly hurt, and he understood that he was already injured. The other party is obviously also a ruthless character with clever means, and at the moment when he was kicked by himself, he still forcibly dragged a knife on his right leg with a blade.

"Canopy!" The other party's body fell to the ground, followed by a dull coughing sound. Fang Zi'an's body also fell to the ground solidly, and when he was about to quickly turn over and stand up, there was a sharp pain in his right foot, and he couldn't use his strength at all, making him fall to the ground again.

Fang Zi'an's surprise was not trivial, the injury on his calf seemed to be not light, otherwise it would not be so painful. If you break your bones and bones and cannot move, you will die here today. Fang Zi's mind turned sharply, and almost without thinking, he waved his hand and shot two flying knives, aiming at the barren grass in the direction where the opponent fell. These two throwing knives are not intended to hit the opponent, but to contain the possibility of the opponent pounce again in advance. If that person rushes up again, he will be hit by these two throwing knives in the first place.

The muffled sound came again, and Fang Zi'an was surprised, could it be that his flying knife actually hit the other party. That's providential. Fang Zi'an propped himself up, and pinched two more flying knives in his hand and was ready to go.

"Fang Zi'an, today is your fate, and I spared your dog's life. Ahem! You'll be out of luck next time. A high-pitched, hoarse voice came from the bleak grass opposite, along with a violent cough and wheezing.

Fang Zi'an had a sharp pain in his legs, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Who is the honorable driver?" Is it Qin Tan's subordinate? ”

The other side coughed twice, but did not answer. Fang Zi'an's eyes widened and he waited, but he didn't dare to speak again to reveal his position. In the dim light at the moment, if the other party carries a bow and crossbow, etc., he will be locked in position if he talks more. And the other party seems to have concerns about this, and does not answer his own questions.

Both of them were silent for a while, but they could hear the night breeze blowing in their ears, and the dead grass around them rattled, which was quite a bit of a sense of wind and grass and trees. But soon, Fang Zi'an heard the footsteps of someone stepping on the path ahead, and the footsteps were rushing away, accompanied by a few coughing sounds. Soon after, the sound of horses' hooves drifting away in the night wind gradually disappeared. Fang Zi'an let out a long sigh of relief, obviously the other party retreated in the face of difficulties and quietly escaped.

Fang Zi'an stood up straight, only to feel the unbearable pain in his right leg, and when he reached out and touched it, the entire right calf was covered with sticky blood. Fang Zi'an knew that the knife should have been cut very deeply, and it was very likely to hurt the tendons and blood vessels. If that's the case, if you don't deal with it in time, this leg is afraid that it will be wasted, Fang Zi'an cut off the hem of the robe and wrapped the calf tightly, so as not to enter the wound or the blood vessel is cut off, and you need to strangle it to stop the bleeding.

After straightening up, he found that Shiye had almost completely darkened, and there was only a blue-black sky in the western sky. Fang Zi'an limped to the trail and found that his horse was missing. Obviously, the man who killed him rode his own horse. Fang Zi'an scolded repeatedly, but he was helpless. He looked around blankly, the four fields were dark, the night wind was blowing, and his body was a little cold. Fang Zi'an realized the seriousness of the problem.

There is no village in front of this place, and there is no store in the back. In order to avoid attracting people's attention, he walked on the mountain path, and did not walk along the embankment avenue by the Qiantang River, so it is unlikely that he will encounter cars and horses. Especially after dark, it is impossible to encounter pedestrians. The key problem is that I have an injury on my leg, I don't know how serious the injury is, and it will be severe pain when I walk, so how to get back to the city has become a big problem. Of course, you can spend the night in the wilderness, but I am afraid that this is not the case in the current situation. A leg injury must be dealt with in time, Fang Zi'an doesn't want to become a cripple in the future. In addition, the fire-making tools and dry food carried on the saddle were gone, and I was afraid that I would freeze to death if I stayed up all night in this early winter.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Zi'an decided to rush back to the city no matter what. Even if you stay up all night in the wilderness, tomorrow you will still be in the wilderness, and you still have to walk back to catch up. What's the difference between that and rushing back now? Moreover, it is extremely dangerous to be in the wilderness at this moment, and I don't know that the other party will not turn back or recruit other people to kill him. And his leg injury can't be delayed, so he has to go back to the city for immediate treatment. If you hurt your blood vessels, you would be looking for your own death by staying here this night.

After making up his mind, Fang Zi'an groped for the wild grass on the side of the road and found a small branch, cut it with a flying knife and made a simple crutch in the shape of 'Ya'. In this way, Fang Zi'an can reduce the force on the injured foot, so as not to aggravate the injury or increase bleeding. Fang Zi'an rubbed a few more sections of grass rope with withered grass and tied the injured leg tightly with a few branches, the purpose of which was to prevent possible bone damage. Although judging from the current feeling, this is unlikely, Fang Zi'an doesn't want to take the slightest risk, because he really doesn't want to be a cripple.

After everything was in order, Fang Zi'an hit the road. Fortunately, Fang Zi'an was already very familiar with this road, and he would not be wrong in the direction, so he limped step by step in the wilderness. I don't know how long it took, Fang Zi'an finally saw the light in the wilderness. In front of it is the official road leading to the Qiantang River Wharf in Lin'an City, which crosses this small road. At this moment, a convoy of goods from the dock into the city was passing by on the official road, and a series of horse lanterns were strung together into a long snake formation. Fang Zi'an couldn't care about hurting his legs, gritted his teeth and ran quickly, and finally caught up with the rear of the car.

The driver of the car was startled when he saw a person rushing from the stab, and thought it was a road robbery. Fang Zi'an hurriedly explained the reason, naturally it was impossible to tell the truth, only said that he sprained his leg on the trail, so he became what he is now. The coachman saw that although Fang Zi'an was very embarrassed, he didn't look like a bad person, so he promised to let Fang Zi'an get in the car and go back to the city.

Soon after, he finally arrived at the Chaomen of Lin'an. Because of the goods into the city, the merchants had already arranged the soldiers to defend the city, and as soon as the convoy arrived, the city gate was opened to let the convoy enter, which saved a lot of trouble. If the soldiers defending the city saw Fang Zi'an's bloody right calf, they were afraid that they would have to be interrogated, but Fang Zi'an would not be able to deal with it. It's a small blessing in disguise.

After entering the city, Fang Zi'an didn't dare to swagger, he didn't go back to his house, because Fang Zi'an thought that since there was an ambush on the road, it would not be peaceful in the house tonight. At this moment, it is better to find the most complete place for yourself. Undoubtedly, it is the best choice to go to Qingyuan Qin Xiqing now. It's secluded and safe, and there's medicine.

After getting off the bus at an intersection, Fang Zi'an hired a carriage and went straight to Qingyuan. Fortunately, there were still a few broken pieces of silver in his arms, which saved him the embarrassment of not having money to pay the fare. After limping to Qingyuan, Fang Zi'an knocked on the knocker. Soon someone came to open the door, Fang Zi'an was already a regular customer here, everyone knew him, and the vigil did not stop him. It's just that I was a little surprised when I saw Fang Zi'an's appearance.

Qin Xiqing had already fallen asleep, and when she heard that someone had reported that Fang Gongzi was coming, and he seemed to be injured, she immediately panicked, and hurriedly got up and rushed to the back hall, ignoring the hair scattered.

"Zi'an, what's wrong? What happened? Are you seriously injured? ”

Fang Zi'an was sitting on a chair in the back hall, grinning and untying the rope tied to his right leg and the bandaged clothes, Qin Xiqing rushed in from outside the hall with a fragrant wind.

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