Early in the morning, Zhao Qian got up, recalled last night's dream, and thought about the world he was in, and a term quickly crossed through his mind.

Black and white are impermanent.

Then the name I heard the white-robed man call the black-robed man last night was actually not Fan Wujiu, but, Fan Wuxu?

And the other one is, Xie Bi'an?

He still knows a little about some of the gods and goddesses that he heard about in ancient times.

Your own limit is approaching?

As if thinking of something, his face instantly lost color. Even the swordsman on the other side noticed something wrong.

"How?"

"It's fine."

didn't say anything about giving gifts, Zhao Qian just avoided the important and told him about the black and white second Yan Jun he dreamed about last night, in exchange for the person's face.

"It's true."

He said, with a serious expression on his face, as if he had heard it more than once. And his subsequent words confirmed his expression.

"I heard that Gao Du saw two Yan Jun when he was sick at a young age, and since then he has been famous in all directions."

He looked at Zhao Qian, as if he was saying to him, you are destined to be a world-famous man.

Zhao Qian sat there and rolled his eyes helplessly, listening carefully. The tone of this sentence revealed a lot of information, such as the fact that the guy in front of him was a soldier. Yes, from the pride on his face when he talked about Gao Xianzhi and the tone of taking an official position.

This must be a guy who served under Gao Xianzhi.

Since he is unwilling to reveal his identity.

Scout? Or is it a secret agent?

But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, he just wants to learn this guy's skills. After all, he is just a passerby in this world.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qian hurriedly got up and asked.

"Can you teach me that?"

"What do you want to learn?"

The man drew his sword, and in the not yet too harsh sunlight, he took out a rag and wiped it from nowhere.

A look like you're ready to go.

"Swordsmanship."

Zhao Qian said with a look of hope, he looked at the man, the sword in the swordsman's hand seemed to be in his hand.

Shook his head.

"Your swordsmanship has been set, just like a person's hand, it has been destined for a certain period of time, what should he do in this life."

Putting the sword into the sheath, the swordsman carefully looked up and down at the young man in front of him who met in Pingshui last night.

"You're a lot like a person. Although I have only seen his portrait. ”

A bewildered face.

"Who?"

"The White Lotus Sect Leader is also the goal of my trip."

White Lotus Sect?

Even if Zhao Qian is not a history major, he still knows a little bit, that is, isn't cults such as the White Lotus Sect and Maitreya Sect something that only appeared in the Ming and Song dynasties?

As if noticing Zhao Qian's expression, he continued to preach little by little.

"I don't know where this person comes from, I only know that his surname is Bai, and he is extremely high in martial arts. At a young age, he preached in Biansai, claiming that those who joined the Church could die in bliss. Later, because he killed the Dragon King of Weishui by the Weishui and relieved the flood of Weishui, he developed a cult by the Weishui and reached the point of responding to a hundred calls. Some people even painted their portraits and paid tribute to their homes. ”

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You don't think anyone can learn this kind of thing, do you?"

The swordsman stared at him and smiled slightly, his expression like that of a profiteer who was forced to buy and sell.

"Come into my door and learn what I have heard."

"Speak."

Zhao Qian looked at the person in front of him and said, after all, he was careless and forgot the four words that people's hearts are unpredictable. And from the current point of view, he seems to be more like a piece of fish on the chopping board that can be slaughtered.

"The Four Towns of Anxi."

The man said faintly, looking at him with an indescribable satisfaction in his eyes.

"As you said, your swordsmanship is not suitable for me."

He replied, as if he was born with an indescribable resistance to some organization.

"I can teach you something else."

"What?"

"Strength."

"Jin?"

Zhao Qian muttered. This is already the second person to say the word in front of himself. The first one died by his own hands.

"Haven't you already used it?"

The swordsman looked at his right hand, which seemed to be good, and was a little surprised, as if he had encountered something terrible.

"Okay, when will I teach ......"

"After you do something for me."

"What's the matter?"

His eyes flickered.

"Kill."

"A man who wounded me, Qianniuwei."

Seeing that Zhao Qian didn't speak, the man continued, and a hatred appeared in his eyes that anyone could see. It's like there's a hidden story.

“hui～yo～”

As if coming to his senses, he put his thumb and forefinger in his mouth and whistled loudly.

"Tread, stride, step, step."

There was a sound of horses' hooves on the bluestone road up the mountain, and Zhao Qian heard the sound and got up and stood at the door to find out.

A white horse, he looked strangely at the horse walking on the mountain road.

If it was just a horse who had been a little stronger, of course he wouldn't show this kind of look, because of what was in the mouth of that thing.

On its mouth, it held a mangled corpse.

Yes, just like the average carnivorous mammal with its prey.

The corpse can still see the identity of this guy before his death, a Tang Jun. The corpse of a Tang Army in the style of a military commander.

Judging by the freshness of the corpse, it should have been dug from the nearby battlefield.

"Huh!"

The white horse stopped in front of the temple, put the corpse in his mouth, let out a long roar, and then snorted. Like the swordsman's whistle before responding.

It glanced at Zhao Qian not far away, and after revealing a human-like doubt, it soon lowered its horse's head indifferently and began to eat the corpse it threw on the ground.

The corpse was fairly clean, and the internal organs inside seemed to have been deliberately removed by something.

Zhao Qian stood in front of the temple gate, he didn't speak, just watched, and there was a burst of ticket prompts in his ears.

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