Many years later, Wang Xi, the thirteenth disciple of Jianlu, stood in front of that team of cavalry, and he would definitely think of the bright afternoon when Miss Sang Wen took him to choose a girl, the same helplessness, the same headache.

At that time, Baoyue Tower was already the world's premier gold cave, the courtyards were distributed on both sides of the thin lake behind the building like another house on the prince's mansion, there was thin ice on the lake, there was broken snow on the ice, and there were countless pieces of red petals blown off by the wind from the plum branches on the lakeside in the snow.

Yes, like blood and snow, cold but incomparably hot, like the mind of the young magnate who wrote the notice. But it's more like a bowl of noodle soup, the white and tender noodle waist floats and sinks in the beautiful noodle soup, and the dozen or so dried sea peppers cut with scissors stimulate the eyes and nose of diners with bright red.

Wang Xi took a deep breath, rubbed his nose, shook his head a little sadly, stood his chopsticks on the table twice, wore noodle soup, picked up a chopstick noodle, and ate it carefully and elegantly.

He didn't stop, but took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

With Deng Ziyue returning to Beijing from Suzhou, the Sang Wen girl looked at this fortune teller with a gentle face, although it was not clear why the adults had such an arrangement, but they were sure that this fortune teller was not an ordinary person.

It's really not ordinary, it's very good-looking, the lips are very thin, the eyebrows are like swords, the eyes are warm and refreshing, and there is a peaceful taste, even when drinking noodle soup at this time, it looks so attractive.

Sang Wenjiu watched coldly in the Fengyue Field in Kyoto, and naturally knew that eating noodle soup was the most inliterate, of course, she didn't think that those rude men were eating noodles with anything to be despised, but seeing that this fortune teller could turn eating noodles into a poem as elegant, she also had some strange feelings in her heart.

Wang Xi put the noodle bowl on the table, frowned, sighed, his eyebrows and eyes were full of self-deprecation and helplessness, he turned to Sang Wen, looked at the woman with a slightly wide jaw, but looked at the extremely gentle woman and said in a harmonious voice: "What about the girl you picked for me?"

............ "Girl and noodle soup, you can always choose one." For some reason, Sang Wen felt that the young man in front of him was very cute, and laughed harmoniously: "Since you picked the noodles in the soup, this girl still forgets." ”

Wang Xi said with a bitter face: "Even if it is a part-time job, you have to have some wages." ”

Sang Wen said quietly: "You are not here to work for adults. ”

Wang Xi suddenly quieted down, and said softly after a while: "I have already drunk this noodle soup, but I don't understand, as a Sang girl, how can she make a bowl of noodle soup for me by herself." ”

Sang Wen was slightly stunned, and then smiled and said, "The noodle soup I make, Dean Chen likes it." ”

Wang Xi listened to the man's name, and was startled, and said movingly: "This is the blessing of Xiaosheng." ”

Sang Wen lightly blessed, and finally said: "Just ask Mr. to know one thing, although the noodle soup is too hot, I can't drink it in a hurry...... But if you wait for the soup to be cold, it won't taste good. ”

The girl's family didn't know what this sentence meant, but she just said it lightly according to Fan Xian's instructions. But Wang Xi knew what he meant, the original agreement said that before entering Beijing, he had to bring the head of Brother Xiaojian to Fan Xian, but now Fan Xian has been recuperating in Kyoto for a long time, but he has not moved...... Not to mention the sniper in the valley.

The handsome young man sighed again, unspeakably sad and gloomy, picked up the green banner on the table with his backhand, and muttered, "But I ...... I really don't like to kill. ”

Sang Wen didn't say anything more, she didn't know the details of the pattern of this matter at all, and now she met with this fortune teller who claimed to be an iron face, just because Fan Xian wanted to borrow her long-lived eyes to see what the quality of the other party's love was.

It's true, it's pure, that's all Sang Wen sees in the eyes of the other party.

Wang Xi shook his head and sighed, leaning over like a little old man to the outside of the courtyard, and when he reached the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly turned his head and asked suspiciously: "Call me here, aren't you afraid that someone will suspect you afterwards?"

"Sir is smart, so he will come to me. Sang Wentian said quietly: "It is precisely because Mr. is smart that he naturally knows how to avoid the eyes and ears of others. ”

Wang Xi shook his head again and left Baoyue Tower.

Sang Wen returned to the room, and after meditating for a long time, the courtyard door was pushed open, and a man came in with a frown and asked, "Wen'er, you only came back yesterday, why did you come to this broken building again?"

This man is not an outsider, it is the flower messenger who visited the Yuelou at night and flew away with one palm, this person in the rivers and lakes is obsessed with Sang Wen, so he has always had a sense of disgust for this Huyue Tower.

Sang Wen raised his eyes to look at him, smiled slightly, although he was moved by this person's infatuation in his heart, but when it was about the details of Lord Tisi, he still couldn't allow this person to know, and said with a smile: "I am now the shopkeeper of Baoyue Tower, if I don't come here, where can I come?"

The man looked at the big bowl on the table, smelled the faint aroma coming from it, couldn't help frowning, and said with a smile: "Make me a bowl to eat, I haven't eaten it for a long time." ”

Sang Wen glared at him and said, "I don't have that much to do right now. ”

The man said sadly: "You do it for others." ”

Sang Wen said angrily: "You think this bowl of noodles is so delicious? If you really eat it, I'm afraid you will be sad to death." ”

............ Wang Xi was sad to death at this time, he sat in the shop at the gate of the city, looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him in a daze, Ning Rou's eyes were round, even if this noodles were delicious, but if you eat three meals a day, there will always be an urge to vomit.

So he didn't take a sip of the bowl of noodles, just drank the tea next to him, cup after cup, as if he was extremely thirsty.

The tea doctor on the side looked at the fortune teller with cold disdain, thinking that what this young man did was not good, he wanted to pretend to be a god, and he could only use tea to make noodles to see this poor man.

After drinking a stomach of tea, the twilight in Kyoto, where the wind and snow had stopped, finally sank, Wang Xi picked up the green flag, coughed lightly, and passed through the gate before the closure of the city, becoming the last person to go out of the city today.

Seven miles north of the city, he stopped on a mountain, sat down on a big rock, looked up at the snow branches in the forest, lowered his head and picked up a large handful of snowflakes and put them in his mouth to chew on them, and then put the green flags in the snow, looking at the military camp on the other side of the mountain.

Kyoto garrisons the Yuantai Battalion.

Wang Xi suddenly tilted his head, opened his mouth, and spit it out, this spit was endless, and he spit out all the noodle soup he ate today, and the tea he poured later.

A mess of ugly and thin paste was spit out on the clean snow by him, and it was extremely disgusting to look at, especially the faint fishy smell hidden in it, which was even more painful.

But Wang Xi didn't vomit again, just ate another ball of snow, and then stared at the puddle on the ground to take a closer look, and sighed after a while: "What a powerful medicine, it can actually raise the true qi in a person's body to such a domineering realm within a single rì." ”

He shook his head and admired, this medicine was naturally in the hands of Fan Xianjing Sangwen, and it was in the noodle soup, presumably Fan Xianfa wanted him to do it, but he didn't want him to have problems.

This medicine is the small pill that Fan Xian took when he was in the territory of Northern Qi and fought against the two masters of the Nine Grades of Wolf Tao He Daoren, and it did not have much side effects except for the fact that he would collapse some afterwards.

Of course, Wang Xi also noticed this, but he still smiled bitterly: "Jun's honey, my arsenic, this medicine is poison to me, and it almost killed me." ”

It's just that Fan Xianding wouldn't be so kind to help Wang Xi increase the success coefficient, as for what he planned to do, Wang Xi didn't understand.

............ The night gradually fell, Wang Xi stood up, did not look at the green banner beside him again, and took advantage of the cover of darkness to go to the camp of the Kyoto garrison Yuantai, the target he wanted to kill has been hiding in that camp, using only the identity of a school officer, and the defense around him is not very tight.

It's just that Wang Xi really doesn't like to kill, since he came out of the house, he has never had blood on his hands, he pities the world and respects life, that is, under Fan Xian's strong suppression, he has tried countless times, and there is no way to really assassinate a person who has no grudge against him.

That's what has continued that petition to this day.

In fact, the ingredients that Fan Xian added to the noodle soup were stimulants, and he wanted Wang Shisanlang to be braver and more violent, but he didn't expect that this ingredient was not useful to Shisanlang, but it was a little harmful to the other party.

So Wang Shisanlang was still calm at this time...... and compassion. It's just that since he hasn't become crazy, and he knows that the most powerful thing for archers is eyesight, and in the dark, archery is the easiest to play, why did he choose this time to shoot?

―――――――――――――――――――――― in a corner barracks of the Yuantai camp, Yan Xiaoyi's biological son, Yan Shendu, was carefully repairing the arrows with a feather hinge, his hands were extremely stable, and the long feathers attached to the tail of the arrows were repaired unusually smooth.

Yan Dadu Governor has always believed in a truth, children who are far away from their parents can have a real future, just as his parents died when he was a child, hunting in the mountains for a living, he will cultivate such a cruel and ruthless mind, and will be taken by the young princess who goes into the mountains to play, take them out of the mountains, join the army, and create countless military exploits with his skills, and have such a lofty status.

So when Yan Shendu was only twelve years old, Yan Xiaoyi kicked him out of the house and entrusted him to the eldest princess, who also knew the thoughts of her number one general.

Now the Kyoto garrison division is controlled by the Qin family.

Except for a few high-ranking generals and henchmen on the side of the eldest princess, no one knew that Yan Shendu, the son of the governor of the northern capital, was working as an inconspicuous school officer in the Kyoto garrison.

Yan Shen is as his name suggests, he doesn't like to communicate with people, he only loves to communicate with arrows, so he doesn't have any partners in the army, only a group of subordinates trained by himself, and a group of subordinates who are loyal to the eldest princess.

That rì ambushed the temple on the outskirts of Kyoto and sacrificed to Master Sanshi, which was Yan Shendu's first action. He thinks that the operation was successful, because he does not know what happened later, so the self-confidence that has been suppressed in his heart emerges, and he believes that no one but his father can withstand his long-range attack.

Even if it is a master of the nine grades, the effective distance of the weapon determines the life and death on the battlefield, this is a supreme wisdom that Yan Xiaoyi has never forgotten to educate his son.

Because of self-confidence, so arrogant, so arrogant, when he heard that his father and Jiangnan Lu Qincha Fan Xian were recalled to Kyoto at the same time, and the two sides may have to fight a duel in the military discussion that has been suspended for many years, Yan Shendu couldn't sit still.

He adores his father, but for the dazzling little Fan, there is actually a trace of worship and jealousy hidden in his heart.

Young people all over the world are like this, and Yan Shendu is not exempt from vulgarity. So he wanted to try what kind of great power that little Fan master had, on the one hand, to try the depth of the other party for his father, and on the other hand, it was also difficult to resist the temptation, the temptation of being able to move the world's famous Fan Xian under the arrow, whether it was for his father or for Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, Fan Xian's death was undoubtedly an irrepressible honey.

But he didn't dare to do it without permission, because he was a soldier, he wouldn't take unauthorized actions that disrupted the overall situation, and he had to wait for the orders of his elders.

The elders commanded, but it was amazing...... The one who commanded him was the veteran figure in the army who knew his details well and was also deeply in awe of him.

Yan Shen had great doubts and puzzles, but he didn't have time to inform the eldest princess at all, so he had to go on the road alone, and in the snowy night, he shot an arrow but was blocked by the green flag.

After a few nights later, he was a little helpless to find that Fan Xian's protection was actually leaky, and he secretly watched between the snow forests, but he couldn't find the slightest opportunity to take advantage of, especially those deadly black horsemen who had been near the convoy of the Supervision Academy, and could plow the entire mountain at any time.

Only then did he know that he had underestimated Fan Xian and underestimated the Supervision Yuan, and he didn't dare to move without permission, so he kept retreating, only sending a useless arrow and then retreating, retreating from the valley to Kyoto, and returning to the Qin Mansion to reinvent his life, but he was not blamed.

After returning to the camp, he fell into deep thought, the elders in the army secretly took care of each other, and his own entry into Kyoto to garrison was originally a matter of Old Man Qin's nod, and not too many people knew, Old Man Qin...... Why would you want to allow yourself to do something that seems to be a bit of a nonsense?

Then came the news of the sniper in the valley.

He is a soldier, and his sense of smell in politics is not so keen, but he also knows that his father seems to have been dragged into the water by Old Man Qin, in other words, Old Man Qin was also dragged into the water by the eldest princess.

The elders finally huddled together, and he was like a proton whose elders did not speak to each other, but showed their hearts.

Yan Shendu shook his head, not very disgusted with this role, but just thinking that under such strong pressure, that little Fan should not live for many days.

He put the small hinge in his right hand on the table, stroked the shaft of the arrow with his steady hands, squinted and measured it, then nodded with satisfaction, took out the longbow beside him, put the slender and beautiful feather arrow on the string, pulled the bow slightly, and aimed at the open space in the barracks.

The forearm moved slightly to the right, and the tip of the arrow pointed to the thick cotton curtain at the main entrance of the barracks.

Yan Shendu's face was calm, and he said, "Come out." ”

............ The cotton curtain was slowly lifted, and Wang Xi walked in with an apologetic face, not daring to go further under the threat of the longbow, just standing at the door, sighing, "I'm sorry." ”

Yan Shendu's pupils shrank, looking at the figure in front of him who was about the same age as himself, his eyesight was amazing, and he had already recognized that this person was the Qingwan guest who was the pre-school student of the Snow Night Clan, who blocked his soul stealing an arrow for Fan Xian.

He knew that although his identity in the garrison division was kept secret and there were not too many guards to protect him, in such a late night, the other party was able to pass through the layers of guard of the Yuantai camp and quietly approach his barracks, which was extremely skilled.

If Yan Shendu's practice in the past had already been dashed out of the bow at this time, for anyone who wanted to sneak attack him, Yan Shendu would have made the other party lose his life.

But it's very strange, in the face of this strange character, Yan Shendu didn't let go, just said coldly: "Who are you?"

Wang Xi slowly lowered his head and said apologetically: "My name is Wang Shisanlang, and I was ordered to come to kill you, I am not willing, I am really unwilling." ”

Yan Shen alone aimed the tip of the arrow at the center of the man's eyebrows, his hands were steady, and the bow was not trembling, as if he would not be tired for another 10,000 years.

The killing intent carried by the tip of the arrow was already reflected in the other party's mind, and he didn't think that anyone in the world could escape his arrow. So when he heard that the other party admitted that he was here to kill him, Yan Shendu not only did not panic, but became a little more cold: "Fan Xian?"

Wang Xi saluted and said helplessly: "Apart from him, who else in this world can force me to kill people?"

The snow outside the barracks had long since stopped, but when night came, the wind began again, whistling like the desperate wails of mountain beasts, through the thick cotton curtains, and into the eardrums of the people. Yan Shendu looked at the apologetic person in front of him, and a chill surged in his heart, why couldn't there be a trace of nervousness and murderous aura on the face of this thirteen lang, but only infinite grief and guilt.

An assassin, what does he need to be guilty of?

Guilt kills yourself?

Yan Shendu's mind was not confused, but he was cold, if the other party was not pretending to be mysterious, then he must have the ability to kill himself. It's like hunting a beast in the mountains, and in the face of a child's arrows, a blind bear with thick skin will still rub the bark steadily, which is extremely comfortable, because the blind bear knows that the arrow will not kill him.

Can you shè kill this thirteen lang in front of him?

For the first time in his life, Yan Shendu had doubts about the arrow in his hand, because in that snowy night, the green banner had moved.

"Can you speak?" Wang Xi sighed, licked his unusually dry lips, and said: "I don't have to kill you, if you are willing to go with me, you will never participate in the affairs of the world from now on, you will abolish your martial arts, cut off contact with the world, and let the world think that you are dead...... Fan Xian also took a breath of relief, his goal was achieved, I didn't have to kill you. ”

Yan Shendu didn't laugh, but felt ridiculous.

So he let go.

The arrow was like a black line, and it was gone, one moment it seemed to be above Yan Shendu's bowstring, and the next moment it was already in front of Wang Xi!

Then Yan Shendu saw a scene that shocked him, only to see Wang Xi's feet move slightly, and he took three steps in a row, and after three steps, the whole person returned to the place where he stood before.

What about the arrows?

The feathered arrow carrying the infinite wind grazed Wang Xi's cheek, passed through the thick cotton curtain, and swished into the endless darkness, merging with the sound of the wind whistling everywhere, and could no longer be heard.

It seems like a simple three steps, but Yan Shendu's pupils have already tightened, and he can see the mystery inside, in such a short distance, to be able to avoid his own rapid arrow, it requires not only terrifying reaction speed, but also the matching extremely high true qi control!

Who is the other party? Where did such a master come from? How could he work for Fan Xian?

Three doubts surged into Yan Xiaoyi's heart, but his subordinates did not slow down in the slightest, they had already shè out three feather arrows, turned into three rays of lightning, and went towards Wang Xi's upper, middle and lower three ways, but his person was a knife, turned over, cut through the camp cloth behind, and escaped into the darkness, this series of actions and the three beaded arrows had consumed too much of his strength, he had no strength left to call for help, and he also knew that even if the soldiers in the camp rushed over, it would be impossible to save themselves in front of this mysterious fortune teller.

............ After the camp, Yan Shendu was still holding a bow and arrows, but he didn't come out, looking at Wang Xi in front of him like a ghost, he didn't know how the other party dodged the three arrows, and how he blocked the back road before himself.

Fortunately, Yan Shendu's eyes were sharp, and he saw the blood dripping from Wang Xi's sleeve, and the other party was injured, this fact made Yan Shendu's heart lift, and it was impossible to completely avoid Yanmen's magic arrow with his seemingly mysterious footwork!

Before the snow fell, the wind whistled and rolled up the remaining snow on the ground, no different from falling snow.

Wang Xi glanced down at the sleeves of his shirt soaked with blood, shook his head, and said, "I really don't want to kill." ”

"Then why are you here?" Yan Shen squinted and asked coldly.

"Because ......," Wang Xi looked at the night sky above him with some confusion, "because I have to help Fan Xian, for the peace of this world, for the balance of the whole continent, for the hometown, or what?" ”

"The peace of the world is placed in the body of one person? Fan Xian is not His Majesty......" Yan Shen retreated to the left and bent back slightly, holding the general against his quiver, while talking, while secretly preparing.

"I don't have anyone in my house anymore. Wang Xi sighed and said, "If you want the world to be peaceful, I must help him, so I have to be sorry for you...... In all great times, the sacrifice of small people is always needed. ”

Yan Shendu never looked at himself like this, he was the son of the Grand Dudu, the descendant of Yanmen's archery, and the man of the year in the world, but now he just killed the second sacrifice of a temple, and his brilliance has not been fully released, how can he die?

Wang Xi looked up at the sky again, as if he wanted to see the starry sky through the thick stratus clouds in the sky, and said faintly: "I hope I didn't help the wrong person." ”

Looking up at the sky, how can such a good opportunity be gone.

Yan Shen stood up awe-inspiringly, controlled the strings, fired seven arrows in a row, and then touched the quiver with one hand and pulled out the last arrow...... Wind, buckle, shè out!

Seven arrows are in front, but the arrow with the strongest killing intent is hidden at the end.

Yan Shendu has never been as satisfied with his cultivation as he is today, and being able to shè such a number of seventy-one is already the peak he can achieve in this life, even stronger than his father back then, such a terrifying arrow attack, he believes that even if Fan Xian is standing opposite, Fan Xian will not be able to dodge.

But he forgot a little bit, everyone's way of fighting is different. If Fan Xian wanted to kill him personally, he would definitely poison and poison again, and stab him again and again, and he would not give him any chance to shoot arrows at all.

If Fan Xian came to kill him, Yan Shendu would definitely not be able to keep the whole corpse, and he would die a very wretched and ugly death.

And this Wang Shisanlang seems to be gentle and hearted, and the combat method he chooses is actually brave and terrifying that is completely different from his appearance.

Yes, it's scary.

Wang Xi pounced directly, like a big bird flying in the dark night, his wings spread, the strong wind was badly injured, he turned a blind eye to the seven feather arrows that pierced his body, his eyes were shining with a keen light, and his right hand reached out, and directly caught the terrifying arrow at the end!

There was a pop and a few pops, and those arrows pierced Wang Xi's body, but his body was swimming in the air, not hurting the vital parts, but only passing through the shoulder and lower arms.

With a thud, the last arrow slid from Wang Xi's right hand, like a gravity-bearing wheel crushing on a rough road, with an extremely unpleasant grinding sound.

There seemed to be a faint smell of burning in the night sky, Wang Xi's right hand was sharpened by the lightning arrow, what kind of high speed does this high temperature mean?

However, the arrow finally stopped before it was about to pierce Wang Xi's eye socket, only an inch. He just held the arrow with a flesh hand!

His people had already swept in front of Yan Shendu's body like a bird, only one foot.

Wang Xi snorted, reversed his wrist, and inserted the tip of the arrow into Yan Shendu's heart, and shot like electricity, avoiding it.

Yan Shen staggered down alone, looking at the blood and arrows in his chest, looking at the bloody assassin in front of him, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, so he sat in front of his barracks, and his body twitched a few times weakly.

He forgot what his father had taught him, as an arrowman, the effective distance of the weapon determines life and death, and he was still too close to the person in front of him.

Wang Xi stood in front of him with a pang, looked at the archer whose breathing was getting weaker, and said, "Little arrow, go on the road with peace of mind." ”

Yan Shendu's death was not until the moment when he was about to die, he realized that he was really just a small person in this big era, but a person who is good at arrows died under his own arrows, isn......'t it a good fate? Unwilling...... In vain, he mustered all the strength of his body and stretched forward, wanting to catch the assassin, wanting to kill the other party, wanting to kill the impending death.

The fingertips touched Wang Xi's belt, and there was a cold blood intent at the tentacle, hooking one thing, and the little arrow brother Yan Shendu finally lost his strength, grunted in his throat, turned his head, and died.

Wang Xi straightened up, let go of his right hand, looked at the long and terrifying scorch marks in his palm, looked down at the seven feather arrows inserted in his body, looked at the blood all over his body, couldn't help the pain, and said to himself in a trembling voice: "It hurts me to death......"

He endured the pain, escaped from the Yuantai camp by means of the night snow and night wind, returned to the mountain, picked up the green flag, and disappeared into the night again.

A few months later, Fan Xian learned about the sniping attempt, was silent for a moment, shook his head and sighed: "Thirteen Lang, warriors, fools." ”