Song Shan couldn't help but smile when he saw the happy look of the post man after receiving the reward and the embarrassed appearance of rolling out of the post station, and after sitting down, he said to Fang Lechi: "Uncle Fang, you look at it, how can you be an assassin?" You are overly cautious. ”

Fang Lechi also took advantage of the situation to sit down, looked at the post guard for a while before retracting his gaze, and said, "Well, but it's better to be careful." ”

What he didn't tell Song Shan was that although the closer they got to Tianwu Pavilion, the safer they were, and when they arrived on the outskirts of Taiyuan City, there were even disciples from Tianwu Pavilion who came to pick them up, which was foolproof.

But he didn't know why, he was faintly uneasy in his heart, but he didn't know where to start after careful investigation. This uneasiness is a little frightening in the quiet forest road in the summer.

This is also why he stopped Song Shan from drinking that saliva as soon as he entered the door, not just because he was cautious. He was relieved only when the guard drank the water and was fine.

As for why the first sip of water was given to a guard and not to the postman, it was to prevent the postman from anticipating this situation and swallowing the antidote in advance.

Second, there are always people who didn't take this into account at the time, so they casually found a reason to prevaricate......

Song Shan sighed and said, "It's a pity, there are only two quarters of an hour away from our Tianwu Pavilion here, if that assassin doesn't come again, I'm afraid there will be no chance." ”

Fang Lechi always felt that there was something wrong with the post man, and when Song Shan said this, he turned his head and glanced at the post man who was feeding the horses outside the door, estimated the distance, and thought that the other party could not hear the sound of conversation in the inner room before replying: "The young pavilion master doesn't need to be discouraged, it's just that the assassin didn't come, it's always good to be safe." Even if the assassin doesn't have a chance to kill you, he still has the ability to hurt you, and if he leaves any secret wounds on the young pavilion master's body under desperate death, it will be somewhat detrimental to the future path of martial arts. ”

Song Shan knew that Fang Lechi was kind, so he nodded, and said, "It's a pity that the assassin didn't come this time." At that time, I can only ask my father to kill an unpleasant guest in the pavilion to act as this assassin, and I don't think there will be any rumors in the future. ”

When Song Shan said this, Fang Lechi closed his ears, looked at his nose and nose, and looked at his heart, but he didn't hear it.

As the chief guest secretary of Tianwu Pavilion, no one in Yongzhou Wulin knows the closeness between him and the father and son of the Song family of Tianwu Pavilion. And he is an unsociable character, although he is a colleague with the other guests of Tianwu Pavilion, but they are not familiar with each other.

He's just not used to using his brain, and he's not stupid. If you are stupid, you can't mix it up.

There's nothing at stake, but it's not good to give any opinion on this matter, so as not to get into a commotion, which is not beautiful.

Song Shan took advantage of the cold for a while to dispel most of the heat, but he still felt a little hot, and he was proud of his body on weekdays, so he couldn't help complaining: "This broken post station, why is there no Bingjian?" ”

Fang Le Chi is also a little speechless, in this wilderness, it would be good to have a well and a place to settle down.

"Young Pavilion Master, there is no need for Taiyuan and Xiluo here, don't say it's Bingjian, how can these roadside post stations have the money to dig cellars to store ice? Bear with me, it's cooler and cooler when we return to Tianwu Pavilion. ”

Song Shan suppressed the irritability caused by the stuffiness in his heart, nodded, and gently kicked the guard who was fanning the wind on the side, telling him to fan faster.

Drinking a sip of cold well water and blowing the warm wind from the fan, Song Shan felt a little better.

Although pranayama with true qi can also cool oneself, it is not necessary, after all, there are still some shady things.

Fang Lechi saw that Song Shan was no longer talking, so he kept silent, said less words, drank more well water, wouldn't it be cooler?

Whoosh –

A feather arrow shot from the forest outside the door, with a sound of breaking the air, and approached Song Shan's life.

Fang Lechi was the first to react, and the moment he got up, he shouted angrily: "Alert! ”

As soon as the three guards heard this, they came back to their senses, and they drew their swords and faced the door to stand guard.

I saw that Fang Lechi pulled out the Yuan-breaking knife behind his back at some point, and slashed right on the arrow of the feather arrow, causing it to deviate from its original trajectory and brush Song Shan's face and slash over.

"Young Pavilion Master? Young Pavilion Master? Young Pavilion Master! ”

Song Shan was stunned at first, and then was shouted three times by Fang Lechi, and then came back to his senses. Touching the warm blood on his cheeks, he was first startled, and then delighted.

He glanced at the room orchestra pit and nodded slightly. Seeing this, Fang Lechi first sighed in his heart, knowing that he couldn't persuade this Song Shan, so he had to nod, and then grabbed his Yuan-breaking knife and chased him out.

The guard took out a square towel from his bag, sprinkled it with some medicine powder for treating external injuries, and handed it to Song Shan, who took it, wiped it on his face, smiled, and touched the wound, and it hurt so much that he didn't dare to laugh too arrogantly.

He thought to himself: Okay, it seems that your guts are not so small, the fish has finally taken the bait.

If it's the assassin who shoots the arrow, then Uncle Fang can take it directly, if not, hum, I'm not a vegetarian.

The three guards naturally knew Song Shan's calculations, although they all put their knives in their scabbards, their eyes were still full of vigilance, one stared at the back door of the post station, and the other stared at the main entrance, not daring to relax at all, guarding against the assassins who might kill them.

Song Shan wiped the medicine, only to feel that the wound was cold and cold, very comfortable, and for a while, he felt that the heat in his body had been removed, and his whole body was comfortable, so he stood up and stretched his waist.

After stretching, I heard someone shouting, "Don't kill me!" Don't kill me! ”

When I opened my eyes, it turned out to be the farmer who was holding his head and lying on the ground begging for mercy.

Seeing this, the guards looked at Song Shan, as if they were asking if they wanted to kill him, after all, this person was really noisy, and the noise on a hot day made people upset.

Killing a lowly little post man, can it be regarded as a matter for the young pavilion master of Tianwu Pavilion?

Song Shan shook his head, he was already in a good mood when he saw that the assassin had finally made a move, and when he saw this cropper lying on the ground with his head on the ground begging for mercy, he only felt interesting, so he had no interest in killing him.

Song Shan waved his hand, and one of the guards walked out of the door, set up the crop man, and sat in front of Song Shan.

The farmer still wanted to run, but he was held down by the guards and couldn't get up.

Song Shan smiled: "Don't be afraid, that person is here to kill me, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

The farmer made a bitter face and said, "Nobleman, you who fight and kill, if you accidentally beat me to death, where can I reason?" I hope that the noble man will raise his noble hand and let me go. ”