Hangzhou.

Pingxiang County.

The town of Anshe.

There is a poem that says, the grass grows and the warbler flies in February, and the willows on the lake embankment are drunk with spring smoke.

Anshe Town is not large, except for some bustling streets and shops in the center of the town, and the same bluestone road as Hangzhou, most of the place is a small village scattered around a few low-lying rivers. The tall waterwheels creaked and turned slowly in the water, and the crooked willow trees grew green shoots, the willow branches like a girl's hair, gently brushing the water, and the soaked river was covered with long mosses, and among the moss there were pebbles for children to play and float. The carp in the water opened its mouth and flapped up and down, and there were ripples on the surface of the water.

Several villages in this vicinity are built along the water, with green tile roofs, stone walls and bamboo doors, and the houses are decorated in much the same way, full of the characteristics of a water town, and the dried fish is salted in front of the door of each house all year round. At this time, it is the spring ploughing season, and there are few people in most villages, only a few old men and old ladies sitting on the tattered bamboo chairs at the door with their grandsons in their arms, killing time comfortably.

A scholar, dressed in a standard bachelor's robe, wearing a tall brain, carrying a large bamboo frame behind his back, and his plain face was full of the word rustic. He walked from the side of the river on a protruding rock, and his body was unusually clean.

The scholar looked up and wiped his sweat, looked at the village in front of him, and sighed.

"Whose little girl are you waiting for?" a voice suddenly sounded from the scholar's side, he was startled, and hurriedly turned his head to see that a thin man dressed in ordinary people's cloth clothes appeared beside him at some point, and there was no movement.

The man's eyebrows were very ordinary, but they flashed with a strong light, which made people feel that he was expressionless and looked weird.

"Uh-huh. The scholar replied to the man.

The man took a step forward and said, "Do you know what time it is?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened slightly, and said, "Now...... It's still early. ”

The man waved his sleeves casually, and a bright dagger instantly appeared in his hand, he was still expressionless, and said, "You are no longer useful here, do you still want to waste time here?"

"But......" The scholar said eagerly, as if he hadn't seen the dagger, "Lord Wang, this batch of armaments is very important to us, I can't give up halfway, give me a little more time." ”

"There are already more important tasks above, don't you know that finding the orphans of the Chu State is more important than anything else?" the man said coldly.

The scholar looked at the man in front of him in a daze, and couldn't say anything for a while.

The man continued: "Your matter, I will wipe your ass for you, sooner or later you will attract the attention of the Wu State Government, and our affairs may be exposed, for the safety of the entire Yan State Intelligence Agency in the Wu State, we must keep this secret at all costs, and we must not let the Wu State Government find out about the head of the Yan State." ”

His words pierced the scholar's heart like a sharp cone, and the scholar looked at him with wide eyes, and after a while, he lowered his head.

"Yes, Lord Wang, I know, this is all my dereliction of duty. Suddenly, the scholar raised his head eagerly again, his eyes flashing with tears, and said, "But can you let me see someone again in the end?"

After saying that, the scholar knelt down violently towards the man, his whole body began to tremble, and his voice became choked, and said, "Just take it as ...... The little one has been doing his best in the prince's mansion for so many years, can you let the little one finally fulfill a wish?"

The man frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth grinned.

"The above has given up on you. The man said, retracting the dagger in his hand.

The scholar got up from the ground, wiped the tears on his face, and said, "The subordinates know, the subordinates ...... From the first day, there was preparation for mortality. ”

The man nodded at him.

The scholar saluted, turned around, and walked slowly towards the village.

Looking at the scholar's back, a fierce killing intent suddenly flashed in the man's eyes, his face did not change, a cold light flashed in his hand, his cuffs couldn't help but fly, his whole body was like a sharp sword blade, and the temperature around him seemed to be much lower.

Swish!

The figure of the man who remained in place instantly became blurred, and there was a sharp grinding sound in the air.

Clang!

In an instant. Two or three steps behind the scholar, there was a violent crashing sound.

The scholar couldn't help but cover his face with his cuffs to avoid the powerful murderous aura, and the wind rushed towards all directions like countless sharp knives, and countless fallen leaves were neatly cut off and fell one after another.

When the wind stopped, the scholar put down his hand, opened his eyes, and saw a man in an ordinary military uniform standing in front of him, it was Chu Mo's coachman, with his back to him, holding a matching knife in his hand, and he was facing the original expressionless man.

The coachman gasped heavily, and blood was already flowing from the tiger's mouth where he held the knife in his hand. His face turned unusually pale, and his whole body trembled slightly, as if he could no longer stand.

"What a strong knife...... If I guessed correctly, Your Excellency is the long-rumored number one assassin of the Yan Kingdom, Yan Impermanence, Yan Wangye, right?" the coachman gasped as he recovered from the considerable internal injuries caused by the blow on his body.

Yan Wuchang turned the dagger in his hand around, looked at the coachman coldly, and said coldly: "You can actually block my blow, you are very capable." ”

"Lord Yan......" The coachman felt that all the bones on his body were beaten to pieces, and the sharp pain that came made him constantly break out in a cold sweat, "Don't you know that the Yan people came to kill people in the territory of Wu to file with the government?"

Yan Wuchang's face changed, and he looked even more gloomy, his body constantly exuded a strong murderous aura, and ordinary people were so depressed that they almost fell to their knees.

"The people from the government came so quickly, it seems that the ass you left me is not very clean......" Yan Wuchang said, the dagger in his hand was cold.

After hearing this, the scholar on the side looked at the coachman in some surprise, not knowing what to do.

Yan Wuchang straightened up, put the dagger next to his face, blocked half of his face, only revealing his two eyes, the back of his other hand, and made a move, the coachman did not dare to be careless, he clenched the knife tightly, the sweat and blood on his hands were mixed together, and one drop after another flowed down.

Just now, the coachman did his best to use a knife to block Yan Wuchang's blow, he was not affected, but he was seriously injured, if he fought again, it was very likely that he would be defeated.

The dagger in Yan Wuchang's hand continued to glow, and the scholar also saw that the situation was a little tense, and unconsciously took a step back.

"You go, go and inform the yamen in the county, you have found a big guy, it's a bit troublesome. The coachman said to the scholar without looking back.

Yan Wuchang couldn't help but laugh coldly when he heard this, the people in the official mansion in front of him didn't know the identity of the scholars, nor did they know the tasks they were carrying out. But as soon as Niu Tao died, the government was afraid that sooner or later the government would find out about the scholar's head, and trouble would ensue at that time.

Originally, after killing the scholar, he could take over the affairs in Wu State with confidence, but who knew that the government would target him so soon, but fortunately, the purpose of the government was not that scholar, otherwise his actions in Yan State would be greatly hindered.

Now, as long as the Wu people in front of him are killed, there will be no problems for the time being.

Yan Wuchang thought, his murderous aura gradually revealed, and his eyes narrowed.

The coachman felt the strong killing intent, took a step back, and glanced at the scholar's stunned figure, and said sharply: "What's the matter? Don't you want to die here?"

Yan Wuchang took another step forward, and the air around him seemed to stagnate in fear.

It's like death coming to the world.

"You're going to have to die here first. Yan Wuchang said coldly, "Take care of yourself first, I'm afraid you're not his opponent yet." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yan Wuchang's right arm waved forward, and the cold mang swept in front of the coachman, who was startled and hurriedly waved his knife in front of him to resist. Despite his preparations, the speed of the dagger was too fast for him to defend, and he couldn't help but retreat again and again.

Swish!

Yan Wuchang's figure instantly appeared on his side, the coachman's eyes widened in disbelief, his movements couldn't keep up with the reaction, and Yan Wuchang approached him as if he was leisurely, stretching out his slender pale arm and slowly reaching out to his side.

It's too fast. The coachman's body seemed to be uncontrollable and unable to move, and he watched as his hand, which vaguely exposed black and purple veins, approached his body.

The coachman's shoulder seemed to be pinched lightly by Yan Wuchang, and then it made a noise, and his shoulder blades were forcibly removed, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and then, the hand reached out to his throat again.

"Drink!" the coachman roared, the knife in his hand slammed into everything, interrupting the flying dagger, and then turned around and slashed at Yan Wuchang fiercely.

Yan Wuchang's hand gently slashed at the blade, and sparks appeared, and he stepped back as lightly as a feather, dodging the coachman's knife.

"Oh, this knife technique is a bit familiar, simple and direct, but it can burst out with a blade that is different from ordinary people......" Yan Wuchang said lightly.

The coachman's left arm hung down weakly, his right hand was holding a knife, his face was covered with sweat, and he looked at Yan Wuchang with a little embarrassment.

"It's kind of interesting. "Yan impermanence said. He took a slight step forward, his slender body catapulting forward.

Dangdang!

The coachman swung three knives forward, slashing with the swept Yan Wuchang, making a violent impact sound. It's as if slashed on indestructible steel. The coachman retreated again and again, Yan Wuchang's slender fingers stretched out from under the knife, the coachman was startled, raised his legs and tossed back, but Yan Wuchang was like a ghost and tightened his movements, he had to repeatedly swing the knife to block, and constantly slashed at Yan Wuchang.

In just a moment, the coachman had to retreat under a thick willow tree, Yan Wuchang grabbed his blade, as if he was a thousand strong, the coachman couldn't control the knife in his hand at all, he could only grit his teeth and slash down with one hand.

"Good knife skills. Yan Wuchang commented lightly, his fingertips exerted force, and the knife was much closer to the coachman, about to touch the tip of his nose.

"Yan impermanence...... You come to Wu Kingdom...... What are you doing......" the coachman said through gritted teeth.

"You're not qualified enough to know. After Yan Wuchang finished speaking, his other hand reached forward and pinched his throat.

Click.

Swish!

The coachman's knife slashed down at the last moment, and the snow-white blade became huge in an instant, and swept towards Yan Impermanence.

Several of the surrounding willow trunks were severed in unison, and a deep furrow appeared in the ground where the blade had slashed. Yan Wuchang quickly stepped back, the blade swept past him, and continued to rush backwards, falling leaves flying.

Yan Wuchang took a few steps back and stood still, a cold light emanated from his eyes, a cut in his shoulder, and blood slowly flowed out.

"Wang's knife method...... People from the Chu Kingdom?" he muttered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he turned his head sharply, and the place where the scholar had been standing was empty.

"Still want to run...... Can you run to the end of time?" Yan Wuchang muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth grinning fiercely.

In the distance, the coachman's body slowly slumped, and he sat against the tree, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were asleep.

Yan Wuchang looked at his corpse and said softly: "There is nowhere to find it when you step on the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it." In this world, only the sword flow of the Wang family's knife technique is so distinctive. ”

He stroked the knife wound on his shoulder, the blood on which had dried on his clothes, as if he didn't feel the pain at all.

Yan Wuchang stepped forward, reached out with both hands, and carefully searched the coachman's body. After a while, he found a waist tag from the coachman's waist, on which were written two words crookedly.

"County ......" Yan Wuchang clenched his waist card tightly, and his eyes narrowed.

In the sky, a wild goose fluttered its wings and flew further south.

Rumble!

A huge flame rose from the side of the river, and the air flow of the explosion spread out in all directions, dozens of weeping willows were lifted by the huge impact force, and the river was blown up and raised a splash several stories high, and the vibrations were felt dozens of meters away. The roofs of the houses were blown over, the stone walls were shaken, and the old man's eyes widened in fright, and the child in his arms began to cry.

After a while, the flames began to fade away, leaving behind a large dark fog that drifted into the air. The fallen leaves on the ground were still burning and crackling.

The coachman's body was missing, Yan Wuchang was nowhere to be found, and all traces were covered in this explosion, and there was nothing left of it.