The woman who came was none other than Hatsuhime, and she gently saluted the Han Palace to everyone present, sat down and began to play.

The song played by Hatsuhime is the water dragon chant, and it is also the first Chinese music that Nadeshiko taught her.

The sound of the zither is agitated, and there is a sense of resentment that the country is broken, and it is difficult to relieve the depression in my heart.

Although Timur of Yuxi is familiar with Han culture, he can only enter the music shallowly, listen to the rhythm and rhythm of the water dragon's chant, and then beat the porcelain bowl with chopsticks, which is quite pleasant.

And Fan Zhuoyuan seems to be reckless, but in fact, he has been studying with Confucianism since he was a child, and he is a gentleman who knows all six arts, and he has heard the hidden thoughts of this woman from the sound of the zheng, and even feels the slightest murderous secret.

It seems that although she is a woman, she is afraid that she will also commit an assassination today!

Fan Zhuoyuan called the music official and said, "You tell her that I have no interest in killing a woman who doesn't know martial arts, and let her abandon the dagger in her arms before leaving, and spare her life." ”

Everyone was stunned, only a Tibetan monk beside Yuxi Timur smiled and nodded, obviously having already made the same judgment as Fan Zhuoyuan.

Five golden wheels are placed on the side of this person, which look like magic weapons and weapons, making it difficult for people to distinguish for a while.

The musician was surprised and frightened, and hurriedly came to Chu Ji and said a word, but Chu Ji kept playing in his hand, as if he was immersed in it, and he was completely unaware of the outside world.

Seeing this, Fan Zhuoyuan said, "It's okay, let her play." ”

The musician shuddered when he heard this, and retreated.

Yuxi Timur said: "This woman is very gentle and delicate, the young general kills people at every turn, and it is a pity to do this spicy act of destroying flowers." ”

Fan Zhuoyuan said indifferently: "Those who don't obey the royal way, what good is it to stay?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Yuxi Timur immediately nodded with a straight color, not daring to joke anymore.

The sound of playing continued, but everyone at the banquet had gradually lost the fun of drinking and feasting, gossiping with each other, and admiring the plum forest outside the pavilion.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and in addition to the sound of the wind and snowflakes falling to the ground, there was a steady and slow rustling of walking not far away.

"Stop! Idlers are not allowed to approach! Well? How dare you carry a blade with you! Take! ”

In a hurry, the sound of several swords coming out of the sheath came!

However, nothing was said of fighting, nor was there any more shouting from the guards.

It was still the sound of slow, heavy footsteps rustling through the snow......

A short time later, a man dressed in black and wearing a hat appeared in front of Merlin with a sword.

White snow, red plums, black clothes, famous knives, and a touch of red extending from the ground after walking all the way, that is the blood on the knife, the blood reflects the snow, like red plums blooming directly on the snow, bright and dazzling.

He stopped in front of the temple and stood coldly.

"There are assassins! Someone! ”

The guards outside the pavilion shouted, and suddenly the surrounding area of the pavilion was full of rushing footsteps, and the guards held halberds in their hands, formed a queue, and pressed towards the black-clothed man standing in the snow.

"Wait!"

Fan Zhuoyuan's voice made everyone stop, he slowly got up, moved his hands and feet slightly, came to the steps outside the pavilion, and looked at the swordsman outside.

"Looking for me?"

The man looked up, took off his hat, and threw it on the ground.

It is the vicissitudes of life and sorrow with a sad face, and his eyes are blank, at this time he is full of scum, and he is as depressed as he wants.

Such a guy who looks like a walking corpse has a dead air from the inside out, he no longer cares about his own life, and naturally he doesn't care about the lives of others.

Or his only goal in this life is to take Fan Zhuoyuan's life, and then ...... To die!

This will of death, even Fan Zhuoyuan is dignified, it seems that under this will of death, this person can exert extraordinary strength.

"It's me, I'm here to kill you."

Kagami Ren's voice was hoarse and distant, as if coming from the underworld.

At this time, the sound of the zither suddenly stopped, and everyone couldn't help but look over.

Kagami Hito's godless eyes flashed again, as if he felt the last bit of warm hope in the despair of the dead silence, staring at the tear-stained Hatsuhime.

At the banquet, Fan Wenhu was puzzled: "Hengwu, do you know this person?" ”

Fan Zhuoyuan said: "I have fought twice, and this time will be the last time." ”

Yuxi Timur smiled: "Such an assassin, why didn't the young general let the guards send him away?" ”

The Tibetan monk beside him explained: "This assassin is not simple, and ordinary guards may not be able to trap him. ”

Then he said to Fan Zhuoyuan: "Does the young general need a poor monk to come to help?" ”

Fan Zhuoyuan is also very curious about the origin of this Tibetan monk, looking at his five golden wheels, it will inevitably remind people of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

However, the Golden Wheel Dharma King did not pass on his martial arts before his death, one disciple Huo Du was killed as a traitor, and the other disciple Darba, like Fan Zhuoyuan, was a master of the outer sect, with reckless qualifications, and could not learn the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong and the Five Wheels Secret Method of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

originally wanted to accept Guo Xiang as an apprentice, but where would Guo Xiang worship him as a teacher.

Fan Zhuoyuan shook his head slightly, "I have some grievances with this person, and it just ended today." In addition, dare to ask the master, the five golden wheels around you are blades? ”

The Tibetan monk said with a smile: "It is both a blade and a magic weapon, from the former national teacher, the Golden Wheel Dharma King of the Esoteric Vajra Sect." ”

Fan Zhuoyuan nodded, and said secretly: Sure enough, I'll ask in detail after dealing with Jing Jingren.

He looked back, and at this time, Kagami Ren had also turned his head, there was hope in his eyes, and there was no longer that death intent in his body.

He said, "I'm going to take her away." ”

Fan Zhuoyuan sensed the change in Jingjing Ren, and knew that he had lost that dead intent, and it seemed that even his strength could not make him feel the slightest threat, and such a battle was boring.

As a war nerd, he doesn't want to fight an unchallenging fight.

So he said, "She has served me for many days, and I am very satisfied with her." ”

Kagami Ren's eyes froze, and he clenched the knife in his hand tightly.

Fan Zhuoyuan only felt that the stimulation was not intense enough, and said indifferently: "You should have guessed what kind of consequences such a pure and cherry blossom-like woman will encounter when she enters my camp."

Don't worry, I'm the only one who has touched her, it's not as dirty as you think, but I have to praise her, she's really-moist. ”

Chu Ji couldn't understand Chinese, so she didn't know what Fan Zhuoyuan said, so she couldn't explain it.

This kind of thing, Kagami Ren naturally couldn't ask Hatsuhime in front of everyone, his knife was getting tighter and tighter, and he had deviated from the guidelines for holding the knife.

His eyes grew redder, his heart aching and anger, and his momentum skyrocketed.

"You're going to regret everything you've done."

Fan Zhuoyuan moved his muscles and bones while walking towards the snow.

"You're not strong enough for me to regret."

Kagami Ren's eyes widened, the blade flicked, extremely fast, and extremely sharp oblique slash!

Fan Zhuoyuan turned sideways slightly, letting the blade slash on his shoulder, and it was difficult to score half a point.

He was disappointed: "With such a small force, how can you kill me?" ”

At this time, the sound of the zither rose again, but it was a song full of Jianghong!