Before that, the other party was just hiding, not even letting Xu Changan perceive his motives.

And in the face of a cultivator who would assassinate him at any time in secret, and that person's strength must be much stronger than Xu Chang'an.

The enemy is in the shadows, and he is stronger than himself.

Regarding these two points, when he was in Sifang City, a short and fat man who carried a flat shoulder sneaked up from behind and came to Chang'an with a joke.

Dig a pit and bury yourself as soon as possible.

Xu Changan glanced at the black sword in his hand, the corners of his mouth twitched, his brows furrowed slightly, thinking that his sword was indeed easier to use.

This was not just his conjecture, but it was experienced by the monk himself.

Your sword is really good at digging holes!

Of course, this is just a mockery of the monk, is the sword used to dig a pit?

Naturally not!

After walking for a while, he hurriedly shook his head, as if trying to get rid of all those inexplicable thoughts.

Raised a hand and rubbed his eyebrows lightly, maybe because he didn't see each other when he returned to that city, Xu Changan would always inadvertently think of the middle-aged man who was very bad with him in the eyes of others.

He has seen many people who are afraid of death, except for Lin Ying, who seems to be not afraid of heaven and earth, most people even Wu Qitu and Fang Chang seem to be afraid of death, but two of these people who are afraid of death are completely beyond his cognition.

One is the obscene man who claims to be Master Wusheng, but is actually called Li or something, and the other is Zhang Sanru.

Knowing that something was going to happen in Sifang City, he didn't look back, and his wife didn't want it, and I don't know how many people in the city were scolding this idiot openly and secretly.

Others said that he was stupid by the autumn rain in the city.

It's good now, everyone has children, can you still regret it?

Xu Changan sat on horseback, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

He glanced back and sighed, "It's been seven months, what should I call it then?" scratched his head and thought about it carefully, and then said to himself: "It should be good for a boy to be called Zhang San, but what is a girl's name? It's been seven months? Zhang Qiyue? Well, yes, yes!"

Thinking of the sign he saw in the three-story building in Sifang City, Xu Changan couldn't help but clap his legs and laugh.

Zhang San's ancestral grandfather's tablet is written with his son's name, which is not only interesting.

Then the handsome man suddenly appeared in his mind, and his smile slowly froze.

That shouldn't be his child, right? It doesn't seem to follow his surname Zhang.

The young man sighed and stopped thinking about those things, because his own affairs were not over, and this was implicating his own life.

It seems that Xu Changan can indeed get off the horse and dig a pit to bury himself as soon as possible, but Xu Changan's advantage is that after Cui Xianggong's analysis, he already knows that someone is going to kill him, but the other party may not know that he saw through the intention of the arrow.

It was noon, and the black-clothed young man with a black sword was asleep on a tall horse.

It's been a day and a night, and the nerves are very tense in the process of escaping when the sky is about to dawn in the second half of the night, plus this morning I have to be vigilant at any time to be on the cold arrow in the dark, to say that the double eyelid fight that is not sleepy is absolutely fake, and it can't be fake.

Even after all kinds of speculation, Xu Changan couldn't be sure if that person would do it again.

After all, the disguise should be decent, with the assassination of the group of shooters who participated in the entrance test student team secretly fished in troubled waters and shot an arrow, and now that the team has all left, if that person is not completely sure, how can he sneak attack again?

Besides, an existence that even Yun Wangshu couldn't find out to get information, but let someone with a lower strength carry out the assassination, which was really too noisy in Xu Changan's opinion.

What Xu Changan didn't know was that this was actually not too rare, and it was different from what he imagined that the weak would probe intelligence and let the strong rush to the front, and many times it was the other way around.

This practice has been confirmed to be right in Xu Chang'an's body, because unless it is a great cultivator, no one in the Lower Five Realms can inquire about anything without Yun Wangshu noticing, let alone overhear that Xu Changan actually wants to eat a bowl of braised pork, which is so private that it can no longer be private.

But isn't it to kill himself by asking for information? Why doesn't he kill himself? Instead, he collects information to guide his own course so that others can kill him?

Well... This one he used well.

The difference lies in the seemingly clear relationship between the two that he kills and that he kills himself.

The man had concerns and didn't dare to do it himself, so he found a gun.

In this way, it seems that this matter has become very interesting, a young man who was thrown in Xicheng by his own father, originally just thought that his family had some money, but he never thought that on the way to the capital, there was a great cultivator who tried his best to kill himself.

But what is even more interesting than this is that the great cultivator can still have some concerns about himself, and he has no choice but to collect information to let others complete this matter.

The person who killed himself definitely had a background, otherwise it would be impossible to instruct a great cultivator.

And Xu Chang'an's backstage seems to be bigger, if not, how can that great cultivator be afraid to really get involved?

But even Xu Changan himself doesn't know anything about this, where is his backstage?

It can't be that he is afraid of Yun Wangshu's identity, you must know that you have nothing to do with Wangshulou, and you don't have any friendship with Yun Wangshu, if you have to talk about it, you walked the stairs of her house by yourself, and she came to her house to eat a fish soup.

It looks like if it's hard to pull it up, and it can be pulled to the top of the courtesy.

Don't say that's all, even if the other party eats himself every day, he can't have any friendship with that building, and after saying Sifang City, he doesn't know where Yun Wangshu is, and it's hard to say whether he left the country or not.

Who else is there? Yang Hejiu Spirit Academy?

Don't be kidding, those words were just Xu Changan used to fool Cui Xianggong, telling him that if he died, something terrible would happen, and he thought that only in this way would Cui Xianggong not push himself out and he would run for his life.

Even if Yang Hejiu would avenge his little apprentice who failed to accept him, but the Spirit Academy was thousands of miles away, how could Yang Hejiu know if he was dead or if he had gone somewhere else? Even if he knew that he was dead, it would not be easy for a great cultivator to destroy the corpse and leave no evidence?

Could it be Dean He who saved him? But Xu Chang'an doesn't know this person...

There is no reason to help yourself several times.

And even if he killed that person directly, wouldn't it be better? There was still a need for him to sneakily inquire about this and that around him?

Well, this explanation is quite perfect.

I think it should be that Dean He, who was seriously injured, warned that person not to make a move, maybe fighting him would definitely expose the fact that he was seriously injured, and then the scene would become even more dangerous.

Thinking of this, Xu Changan sat on the back of the horse and nodded incessantly, nodding not to show approval, but sleepy.

The horse was carrying only one young man, but it was much easier to get on the carriage than pulling the carriage and the two people sitting in it, and it did not run, but shook its head and staggered happily.

Xu Changan sat on his back and couldn't stop sleepy, straightened his body and lowered his head, and fell asleep.

His move was even more dangerous, after all, he couldn't tell when an arrow would suddenly come to his eyebrows in his sleep, but he slept peacefully as if he didn't know the situation.

Of course, Xu Changan figured out his current situation, but he was helpless, and there was no big difference between opening his eyes and closing his eyes in this state.

Even in his sleep, he couldn't help but slander that having a friendship with Cui Xianggong was really eight lifetimes of blood mold, but he wanted to arrest that person.

But the convoy is gone, and there is not much difference between going forward and going backward at this time.

The crowd of carriages and horses on the official road could not disturb the young man's clear dream, and among these carriages and horses, there might be a knife stabbed out at any time, and a feathered arrow was shot, but until the evening it was dark, there was no such sudden incident.

even made Xu Changan have the idea of whether the other party has given up.

Although it was bumpy along the way, fortunately he slept well, and Xu Changan continued to hurry.

The horse was still cheerful, after all, there was no whip on his body, and there was no heavy carriage, he just had to walk slowly forward.

It should take five days for those people to move back from Ho'an County to rescue the soldiers, and it was already the evening of the fourth day when they did so.

During the four-day journey, Xu Chang'an was hungry, so he sat on horseback and ate some dry food he carried with him, and when he saw rivers and streams, he went down to replenish some water, which can be said to be completely free of any danger.

The horse was even more casual.

Xu Changan just rode on it, as long as the route was not offset, it didn't matter if it was lazy or not, ran to the grass next to it to spread joy for a while, and ate two mouthfuls of grass. Or if you come across a green tree, you have to tear a few pieces of bark and chew it twice, and then think about the bitter taste and quickly spit it out.

Xu Changan raised his head, looked at the dusk on the horizon and muttered, "It's the last night." ”

This is the last night, counting the time, it will be possible for the rescuers of He'an County to arrive early tomorrow morning, at that time, the escort of reinforcements will never have any chance, and if Xu Chang'an arrives in the capital, it will not be so easy for anyone to kill him.

Thinking that those people were really willing to listen to Cui Xianggong's words, and let them bypass Anseong and Anjun, they really didn't come back for four days, so to speak, where to go.

If Xu Chang'an must have arrived in Ancheng, he would go directly to the local government, but no matter what the other party was going to let him go to He'anjun.

From the point of view of the purpose of those who want to kill themselves, they just don't want Xu Changan to go to the capital.

So Xu Changan concluded that someone would inevitably do it tonight.

Strap your bags firmly on your horse's back to make sure the money you're hiding inside doesn't fall out.

After taking two bites of dry cakes, I raised my head and drank half a water bladder to keep myself in top shape.

He didn't know where the other party had gone since he had led Cui Xianggong's horse, and he wouldn't even think about whether Cui Xianggong had run away or lied to himself now.

These are useless, and he will do useless things, but not in the face of danger.

Xu Changan looked up at the sky and muttered, "What the hell is in that city." ”

Then he looked at the black sword in his hand, smiled bitterly and said to himself: "I just want to go to a teacher, and then find my father." ”