As far as the world's lower sons are concerned, there must be good and bad inns in the world, some that conform to one's wishes, and some that go badly. And in the final analysis, it is nothing more than whether you can find that trace of hometown in this inn.

The one Su Qinghe picked, although it looks old from the outside, the tables and chairs inside are clean and tidy, and the floor is spotless, obviously the store takes care of it carefully. On the first floor, there were a few travelers scattered in twos and threes, chanting and drinking, all of which tacitly kept the environment quiet.

The proprietress sat behind the counter with her chin propped up, quiet and innocent, but she did not lose her shrewdness as a businessman. When several men dressed as officials who were sitting against the wall saw Su Qinghe coming in, they all got up to greet them. But Su Qinghe just shook his head quietly and walked straight to the proprietress .

"Actually, there's one more thing I haven't told you. On the way to the counter, Su Qinghe pretended to be calm.

Zhao Wu'an was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

"In the list provided by Luo Yige, there is a person who has only joined the organization for a short time, but has not yet been arrested. From some clues, we deduce that he is very likely to have a connection with Xiliang's Demon Greed Temple. Su Qinghe said lightly, "His name is Wen Chuanyu." ”

Zhao Wu'an was stunned when he heard this, and his thigh almost hit the corner of the table: "You deliberately teased me, right?"

Su Qinghe glanced at him fearlessly, and there was no hint of teasing in his eyes. Instead, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the counter, and said crisply to the proprietress who was napping behind the table: "Come on a bottle of burnt knife, don't be warm, let it be cold." ”

With that, he turned around and left without hesitation, and went straight to the few people in the corner, leaving Tsing Yi in ruins.

The proprietress who was half-asleep rubbed her sleepy eyes, frowned and looked at Zhao Wu'an: "Which guest wanted to burn the knife just now?"

Zhao Wu'an was dumbfounded, and he didn't care about answering the boss lady, and hurriedly chased after Su Qinghe.

When he arrived at the corner seat of the store, a group of officials sitting around the table saluted Su Qinghe respectfully, and then looked at Zhao Wu'an who was sitting beside him with a slightly puzzled look.

Of course, Hu Buxi is also self-aware, and the only intersection between him and Su Qinghe is afraid that it is still the alternation of the position of the chief catcher of the two Zhejiang roads, so he is not bored, so he generously chose a table next door and sat down, called Xiao Er, and ordered a few dishes.

Zhao Wu'an didn't care about the eyes of the people around him at this time, approached Su Qinghe's ear, and asked in a low voice, "Wen Chuanyu, did he really enter Luo Yi Pavilion?"

Su Qinghe quietly lined up the subordinates who were holding the wine jug and got up to pour wine for him, reached out to take the wine jug, and slowly filled the ceramic wine cup in front of him with a clear wine.

"I vaguely remember that you said in Qingdi Township that although he was extremely talented, he was a cripple and his temperament was quite unusual. Su Qinghe said slowly, "So, I guess he can enter the Luo Yi Pavilion, and he has not been arrested until now, the position he holds must be extraordinary, and it is very likely that it has a lot to do with the mysterious pavilion master." ”

"I did say that, but you reversed the order. ”

When it comes to Wen Chuanyu, there is always something inexplicable in Zhao Wu'an's words, "Although he is a lame man with mental problems, he is extremely talented. Construction, smelting, and mechanical arts, he is all a superhero in the world. ”

Su Qinghe raised the wine cup, took a sip lightly, and said as a matter of course: "Well, you can say anything, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that now we know that he is from Luo Yige." ”

"The important thing is that you know that as long as I am here, he will throw himself into the net!?" Zhao Wuan is not stupid, Su Qinghe is secretive, but he immediately guessed the crux of the problem.

Su Qinghe leisurely took a chopstick peanut entrance: "Yes." ”

This admission is really a little more scoundrel than what Zhao Wu'an has always done.

Zhao Wuan let out a long breath and pressed his head with a headache, "Old Su, if you come here like this, our road will not be smooth." ”

"It's not too peaceful. It would be great for me to be able to catch the Lord of Luo Yi Pavilion, and for you, isn't Wen Chuanyu also thinking about it for a long time. Su Qinghe disapprovingly handed a glass of wine to Zhao Wu'an, "Do you want to drink?"

Zhao Wu'an rolled his eyes: "I haven't missed that guy." Don't drink, eat vegetarian. ”

"You were in Qingdi Township, and you asked Antiha for a pot of spring brew, and the proprietress even mentioned it to me. Su Qinghe remained silent.

"Why are you like your grandfather, babbling endlessly?"

Heng Zhi couldn't say anything about this guy, Zhao Wu'an got up stupidly and sat down at a table with Hu Buxi.

Su Qinghe didn't stay, and the expression in his eyebrows didn't change at all, but when he continued to drink, a smile always appeared on the corner of his mouth from time to time.

There is a way, which is one thing descending from one thing. With Zhao Wu'an's temperament, Hugh said that it was Su Qinghe and Luo Yige's masters, Xie Hui and Dongfang Lianmo, the two giants of today's martial arts, plus the emperor Lao'er who sat high on the Danqi in Bianliang City, he would not be half timid. But as soon as I heard the name Chuan Yu, I had a headache.

Since the death of Lin Damiang in the fourth year of Tianxi, wherever Zhao Wu'an goes, Wen Chuanyu will follow him. Although he first had a shortage of weather and sea, and then his legs were abolished due to the change of leaves, this had to kill Zhao Wu'an's mind, but it was not reduced at all because of the difference in strength.

In terms of martial arts alone, Zhao Wu'an will inevitably leave Wen Chuanyu behind, but Wen Chuanyu is strange in his extraordinary dexterous hands. All kinds of bloodless weapons can be created by him out of nothing to take Zhao Wu'an's life, and Qingdi Township directly moved out a heavily armed bronze man to walk. When Zhao Wu'an first saw him, he was also caught off guard, and was almost hit in the chest with a hammer, and his life was whimpered in the tunnel.

Fortunately, his whereabouts have been erratic during this period of time, and he went directly to Miaojiang by sea from Jiangning, and Wen Chuanyu must have wanted to chase him.

After getting rid of Wen Chuanyu for more than a year, Zhao Wu'an was also quite surprised, but he knew very well how lonely the young man's heart was, even if he got rid of it for ten years at once, the string in his mind still didn't dare to relax.

Now when I heard the news of Wen Chuanyu again, I actually learned from Su Qinghe that he had joined Luo Yige. If it was someone else, he could win Xie Hui's trust in such a short period of time, and Zhao Wuan would never believe it.

But this person is Wen Chuanyu. And once Wen Chuanyu is mentioned, Zhao Wu'an will never have anything to do. Even Su Qinghe, who has always been cold and not good at joking, can make him speechless in three or two sentences.

Su Qinghe was very comfortable with a meal, and he finally avenged the revenge of Qingdi Township back then. Zhao Wu'an didn't think about tea and dinner for Wen Chuanyu, a guy who hadn't grown up for many years, so he threw the dishes and chopsticks when he was full, and went to the small courtyard to sit in a daze.

Hu Buxi didn't take long to finish eating, but seeing Zhao Wu'an's pensive look, he didn't want to disturb, so he went to the front counter and opened two upper rooms, and rested first. For Hu Buxi's suddenly empathetic appearance, Zhao Wu'an was very useful.

It's just that this is still a minority after all. Most of the time, Hu Buxi is still a nosy and unreasonable Laizi, Zhao Wuan knows his roots and is not disgusted, but others will inevitably look at him differently.

Su Qinghe led a group of officials, and each found a room to live in and settled down, which made the courtyard quite noisy for a while, but fortunately, it soon became dull. In the meantime, Jiang Lian led his charming servant to the side and diligently borrowed the flowers of the store to offer the Buddha several times, and when the moon rose in the sky, the whole courtyard was quiet.

The small courtyard is cool, the summer flowers on the side are blooming lightly, and the sound of raccoon clothes in the backyard can be faintly heard. Facing Zhao Wu'an's building, in the private room on the second floor, a beautiful woman lit a red candle, and the candlelight reflected her graceful figure on the window.

Zhao Wuan looked at it with his forehead propped up. Until the beautiful woman untied her clothes under the red candle, and the candle flame went out again.

Before I knew it, it was already halfway through the night. There is no one around, only the sky is clear and clear.

Zhao Wu'an sighed: "This still won't work after all." ”

With that, he stood up from the stone table, took a thunderbolt step, and ran out of the small courtyard in a fit of anger, and went straight to the southwest to kill, and the white clothes were thunderous.

With every step, a majestic energy exploded in all directions. In the silence of the night, the sound suddenly sounded, almost thundering.

Rushed out ten miles in one go.

The moon was shining on the horizon, Zhao Wu'an stopped suddenly, and when he looked back, the sword was already out of the box.

"Magpie stepping on branches, Su curtain shading, picking mulberries, bodhisattvas, poppies, pulsatillas!"

A clear sword sound gradually came out, and above the field, the clear sword light flashed up and down Zhao Wu'an's body.

At the same time, the ground beneath his feet suddenly rippled and dusty.

Zhao Wu'an jumped up, and the white clothes turned into a frightening shadow under the moonlight, and the sword lights were numerous, piercing into the soil one by one, and then rushing out. Although the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, there was not a trace of blood light surging everywhere it passed.

The dust suddenly flew, and a deafening sound even more deafening than the slashing step came from the ground, almost causing the four fields to shake.

What broke through the ground was an earth dragon.

The red lacquered bloody mouth was full of sharp inverted teeth, but the woodcarved body was as solid as a rock, and a pair of obsidian eyes reflected the moonlight, looking bright.

Although it was lifeless, it stood tall under the moonlight, and with its head held high, it rolled up a cloud of dust in a leap.

Zhao Wu'an took two steps back, six flying swords around his side, and stared at the behemoth in front of him with cold eyes.

The lower half of the dragon's body was still buried in the earth, and it was also hanging its head, looking down at the white-clothed monk in front of it condescendingly.

"Twenty-one years, haven't you given up yet?" Zhao Wu'an asked coldly, as if believing that the wooden dragon in front of him could speak human.

Unexpectedly, in the barren and lonely wilderness, someone really answered him.

"You're getting stronger and stronger every time, and I'm really not sure how to kill you. ”

The boy's voice was as clear as water, but it implied a determination as steely as steel.

"But...... If I didn't live to kill you, I would continue to suffer humiliation and torture in the world with this crippled body, if it weren't for the fact that I could kill you one day......" He seemed to be trying his best to suppress the manic emotions in his heart, and every word and sentence was like biting the ice that would never melt.

"Why should I live in the world!?"

A slender shadow snapped out from behind the dragon. The man was dressed in a green robe, standing leisurely, with a long figure, but there was the sound of a wheel creaking on the soles of his feet.

Zhao Wu'an said lightly: "Are you worthy of Aunt Lin like this?"

"I don't need you to judge my relatives!" Wen Chuanyu yelled.

The giant dragon beside him moved when he heard the news, roared, and opened his mouth towards Zhao Wu'an to bite it.

The flying dust raised by the wooden dragon blinded Zhao Wu'an's eyes. In the midst of the excitement, he seemed to see the early spring again, the child his size stood in the morning glow, struggling to hold the poppy that was enough to hurt him all over the body, and cut it towards the stake again and again.

But the splinters of wood splashed, and my heart was like a stubborn stone.

Now the twilight has passed in a flash, the years are like knives, and the wounds are also engraved.