Yong'an white wall, Ji Wushuang let out a long sigh, I don't know if he was relieved, or sighed in his heart. Facing the bleak autumn wind, Ji Wushuang stepped down the white wall step by step.

Xiao Chen's eyes were still looking at the direction where the carriage disappeared in the distance, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

In my memory, the strange girl's voice sounded in my ears again.

"You told me before, you said that you were afraid of officers and soldiers because you stole something, so you lied to me too, right?"

"Aren't we each other?"

"I knew that men don't have a good thing."

"In addition to being a little, other places are also very good!"

Xiao Chen sincerely sighed, he really has this flaw, that girl is always so biased when she speaks. Sitting on the ground full of yellow sand, the memories in my mind suddenly flashed like flowing water.

"Tell me, then, what the hell do you do?"

"If you want to talk about my origin, it's not ordinary, it is under one person, above ten thousand, in charge of the life and death of countless people."

"If you want to say that, then aren't you almost like the emperor?"

"If you want to say that, that's fine."

The corners of Xiao Chen's mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

"I don't believe unless I ......"

"Unless what?"

"If one day I get separated, when you come to me with thousands of troops, I will believe what you say."

"Then I'll try."

The smile gradually disappeared, and there was a thick helplessness on her face, but this girl really gave herself a problem, Qianguo is so big, Yong'an is so small, and I don't know when I can really take thousands of troops to find her.

Tens of thousands of black-armored soldiers silently waited for the bleak back in front of them, and no one dared to come forward to talk.

They stayed with Xiao Chen quietly until the willows on the moon.

rode back to Yong'an, Xiao Chen did not return to the palatial Yong'an Palace, nor did he go to the poisonous Ji Wushuang to trouble, but went to Yihong Mansion alone and sat quietly in the private room on the top floor.

Looking out of the window of that private room, I saw the bright moon hanging in the sky overhead, and the white wall scene was faintly visible under the moonlight.

Xiao Chen whispered in a voice that he could only hear: "You didn't catch up with the good time after all, if you put it at this time, maybe you can see the magnificent scene of my sword opening the sky." ”

……

The Yong'an Mansion was quiet, and Ji Wushuang was sitting alone in the dark courtyard, and there was no light in the courtyard of the house.

The courtyard door opened suddenly, and Di Xiang walked into the courtyard with a lone lamp, gently placed it on the stone table in front of Ji Wushuang, and said softly:

"He's not coming."

The faint light illuminated Ji Wushuang's face, which was neither young nor old, and nodded slightly, Ji Wushuang's calm face did not fluctuate much. It didn't seem like he had expected it.

Di Xiang sat in front of Ji Wushuang and continued: "The prince looks very arrogant, but in fact, he is loose on the outside and tight on the inside. ”

A flash of emotion flashed in his eyes, and Di Xiang continued: "He actually sees many things very clearly, but whether he wants to make a scene, whether he wants to follow his temperament, he will always weigh it alone." ”

Ji Wushuang took a deep breath and sighed softly: "He is indeed different from ordinary people. ”

Di Xiang raised his white neck, looked at Ji Wushuang and said with a smile: "There is still someone in the world who can make Mr. say this?" ”

Ji Wushuang didn't speak, but slowly got up and walked into the house.

The lights in the house were turned on, and the shadow of Ji Wushuang's hard work was reflected from the window, Di Xiang shook his head and chuckled, and walked out of the small courtyard.

Just won the battle, protected Yong'an, and strengthened Yong'an Black Armor, just when the people of Yong'an thought that Lord Xiao was going to work hard, he dropped a word for Ji Wushuang to deal with Yong'an things on his behalf, and plunged into Yihong Mansion to get drunk and dream.

Even when Qiu Shi led the blood guards to leave, Xiao Chen didn't go out of the building to see him off.

Qiu Shi is indifferent to everything, so he naturally won't mind, but Xue Wuxing, who sent Qiu Shi, sighed lightly with some concerns: "The prince is very affectionate, and there are some thresholds that can't be crossed for a while, so don't mind the general." ”

Qiu Shi shook his head, looked in the direction of Yihong Mansion and said, "He is quite similar to my prince, so it's no wonder they will become friends." ”

Xue Wuxing grinned, not taking this matter seriously.

A group of hundreds of horsemen, walking on the smoke and dust and slowly leaving, Xue Wuxing's gaze was far away at this armored swordsman, which was the highest respect that he, the commander of the black armor army, could give.

At the end of the line of sight, the blood guard disappeared into the horizon, but when the wind and smoke brought by the horse's hooves dissipated, there was a figure of wind and dust coming from a distance.

It was a middle-aged man, dressed in an ordinary cloth robe, carrying a long knife with a sense of age on his back, and walking from a distance like an ascetic.

The moment Xue Wuxing saw the man's figure, his eyes instantly narrowed slightly, and he keenly felt that the man seemed to be very unusual, but this feeling was fleeting. Looking at it again, the man seemed to have become an ordinary person, nothing special.

Yong'an City Tower is full of people, after the wartime ban is lifted, the city tower no longer restricts pedestrians to pass, like that man, Yong'an does not know how much to walk in a day, how much to come.

Xue Wuxing smiled dumbly and shook his head slightly, only to feel that he was a little suspicious after the battle. Turning the horse's head, the horse rode back to Yong'an.

When the man entered Yong'an City, he first poured two large pots of tea at the roadside vendor, and asked for a plate of peanuts and half a catty of beef, and after devouring it, he finally asked for two pots of wine, one pot hung on his waist, and the other pot drank while walking.

Most of the pedestrians who carried knives and drank wine avoided them one after another, after all, no one knew what the hell these embarrassed and extraordinary rough men looked like when they drank too much. In short, if you can not provoke, you will not provoke, and more things are better than less things.

However, although the man drank a lot of wine, his pace was still steady, and after asking for the address of the Forgotten Mountain, he went straight down the mountain.

In autumn, the leaves of the forgotten mountain are scattered, and it is slightly depressed.

Countless golden fallen leaves gently sprinkled on the newly added grave, and the man looked at the words "Tomb of Swordsman Guan Chi" on the tombstone with complicated eyes, and said with a lonely expression:

"Twenty years ago, you saved my family's life, I owe you Guan Chi, now that you are gone, the rivers and lakes in your heart, I will give you a trip."

As he spoke, the man untied the wine hanging from his waist and poured it little by little in front of Guan Chi's tomb......