Judge's pen.

Zhang Moxian made a killing move, and pointed to Zhao Wu'an's acupoint.

Who he learned martial arts from, he really didn't have to think about it. In today's world, the sum of one and two products, with a judge's pen, is only one person in the ghost hand book Shenglu Quanquan.

Zhao Wu'an only took out a Su curtain and held it in his hand to meet the enemy. Among the seven swords, except for the main sword Luo Shenfu, Su Musha is the longest of the six secondary swords, which is not much different from ordinary long swords. Zhao Wu'an used Su curtain to block the opening of Mo Xian's several killing moves, and he did not take much advantage in the length of the weapon, and he should have dealt with it in embarrassment, but he hid like a leisurely stroll.

"You can't kill me. The Ghost Hand Book Saint may be able to, but you have only obtained a bit of his true biography?" Zhao Wu'an asked lightly.

Zhang Moxian gritted his teeth and said, "Then I can't die here!"

"It's been so many years, and I don't think I owe you anything. Zhao Wu'an waved his sword lightly.

Suddenly, rain fell and fell on the blade of the sword, and the Su curtain covered the light of the sword.

Zhao Wu'an slashed the brush in Zhang Moxian's hand with a sword. The pen breaks off from the middle and loses its tip, leaving only a short piece of sharp wood.

Zhang Mo, who had no weapons, was stunned in place, just a stone's throw away from Zhao Wu'an. Zhao Wu'an's sword rested on Zhang Moxian's shoulder, his eyes staring coldly.

The pouring rain sprinkled down, drenching the two of them thoroughly in an instant.

Suddenly, Zhang Moxian sobbed, his face was drenched, and he couldn't tell the difference between rain and tears. A sad look appeared in Zhao Wu'an's eyes.

"I'm so out of conscience. Zhang Moxian said softly, "Even if you are killed by your sword now, it is nothing." ”

"That's right, not only have you lost your conscience, but you are also despicable and shameless, two-faced and three-stabbed, human-faced and beast-hearted. Zhao Wu'an reported a string of derogatory words like a cannon. Zhang Moxian listened with a gloomy face.

Zhao Wu'an has a look of nostalgia.

When he first saw Zhang Moxian in the palace, Zhao Wu'an was surprised that there were people in the world who were so similar to him. Although the two were only seven or eight points similar at that time, they imitated it over time, and unconsciously, their speech and even appearance became more and more similar, and they couldn't tell the difference.

Later, Zhang Moxian was deprived of his household registration, driven out of Yezuo, lost his relatives, residence and all his property, and wandered alone on the border between the two Koreas. Zhao Wu'an also felt guilty about Zhang Moxian. In a sense, it was precisely because he was recognized and taught the Luo Shen Sword Technique that Zhang Moxian lost his qualification to continue to live in the palace.

In other words, Zhang Moxian's failure was created by Zhao Wu'an.

So later, Zhao Wuan also acquiesced to Zhang Moxian's swagger and deception under his name, and occasionally encountered people who came to collect debts, and Zhao Wuan could also help him pay off his debts with a wry smile, so he regarded it as making a little insignificant compensation. It wasn't until later that Zhao Wu'an also escorted Aunt Lin to leave the leaves, and when he was in the Great Song Dynasty, he heard his name in many places, and he felt a little distressed.

Zhao Wu'an suddenly remembered something, and asked, "For so many years, you have reported my name everywhere you went, and you have not been hunted down?"

Zhang Moxian was stunned when he heard this, and replied: "At the beginning, there were, but after dodging a few, no one will make a move." ”

Thinking back to the almost airtight intelligence network around him and the assassin group that always caught people off guard when he first joined the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Wu'an felt that Zhang Moxian was simply very lucky for no reason. It seems that those people did come for the Luo Shen sword box on their backs, and Zhang Moxian, who also claimed to be Zhao Wu'an, escaped countless assassinations just because he didn't carry the box.

Zhao Wu'an said lightly: "You have lost Aunt Dao." ”

"I have had many women over the years, but none of them have waited for me as long as she did. Zhang Moxian's face was gloomy, and he didn't care much about the death of people, and he didn't think much about it, so he said all the thoughts in his heart, "I used to go back to the places I visited, and the girls who used to laugh with me are still spending time with others." I don't dare to go back to Kunlun, Master Tu Mina is very powerful, as long as I step on the mountain road, she can immediately detect it in the main hall. Even if I take Tu Mi away, I can't afford to raise her, and she can only endure hardships with me. In the mountains, she can live better, and Kunlun Mountain is not short of money. ”

Zhao Wu'an didn't say a word, Su Mushu suddenly went deep into Zhang Moxian's neck for a while, Zhang Moxian snorted, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and bright red blood oozed from his neck.

"What a word. Zhao Wu'an didn't smile.

Zhang Moxian sighed and closed his eyes: "Kill." ”

"I said I wouldn't kill you, after all, killing pays for your life. Zhao Wu'an snorted, "First cut off your hands and feet, and then, choose one of the ones that you will cut off your nose and tongue and poke your eyes and hair." ”

Zhang Moxian's eyes burst with hatred: "You might as well kill me!"

Zhao Wu'an smiled: "I'm a layman, I don't kill people." ”

Of course, if you don't kill people, you can just talk about it, and when Jiang Caiyi died, he didn't show mercy to his subordinates. However, Zhao Wuan really didn't plan to take Zhang Moxian's life. Whether or not he was used, Zhang Moxian's life was beneficial to Zhao Wu'an, at least a living treasure that attracted assassins. Although Zhao Wu'an may not be able to use Zhang Moxian for a while, he is already a key chess piece when he is alive.

Obviously guessing Zhao Wu'an's abacus, Zhang Moxian's face was pale as death, and suddenly there was a last faint flash of light in his eyes, struggling for a moment, he suddenly raised the brush that was interrupted by his hand, and stabbed it towards his neck with a sharp end.

Before it exceeded the shoulder, the brush was split by Zhao Wu'an with Su Musha, cut into two sections, and by the way, he cut off one of Zhang Moxian's fingers.

"You don't have to die. Zhao Wu'an said coolly.

Just as Zhang Moxian was grinning his teeth due to the pain of his severed fingers, a voice suddenly came from behind Zhao Wu'an: "Zhao Jushi!"

Zhao Wu'an's face did not change, and he raised his leg to put down Zhang Moxian before turning around.

In the pouring rain, a middle-aged woman frowned, held an umbrella and looked at the two people facing each other in the rain, looked at Zhao Wu'an, and then looked at Zhang Moxian who was lying on the ground, and was stunned for a moment before asking, "Which is Zhao Jushi?"

Zhao Wuan raised his hand: "I am." ”

The woman rubbed her tightly locked eyebrows, looked at Zhao Wu'an, and saw that he was wearing a newly embroidered silk robe, so she relaxed her heart slightly and sighed: "The two are really similar." A few days ago, the slave family heard that Zhao Wu'an, a layman who had solved several major cases, came to Yangzhou, dressed in green clothes, and almost recognized the wrong person. ”

Zhang Moxian, who was lying on the ground, said in a dumb voice: "It's called Zhang Moxian, not Zhao Wu'an." ”

He knew that he was fortunate enough to pick up a life, and hurriedly confessed his identity in front of Zhao Wu'an to show that he no longer had the intention of impersonating him. Zhao Wu'an snorted coldly, put away his sword back into the box, and left quietly.

Raindrops rolled down the sword case, like a pipa.

The woman holding the umbrella shouted: "Zhao Jushi stays! I have heard for a long time that Zhao Jushi is a divine decision, the Qingdi Township murder case, the Hangzhou Luoshen case, all with the help of Zhao Jushi, can be revealed, the slave family is brave, please Zhao Jushi to solve the case for my Liuye Villa! If I can find the lost treasure knife and behead, I will be rewarded solemnly!"

Zhao Wu'an's footsteps stopped.

He buried his head in the calculations. Qingdi Township was unintentional that time, let's not talk about it first, when he was in Hangzhou, he didn't like to eat well, and now he eats, drinks and lives all the rubbing Tu Mi, and he can't help it. Even if Dailou Sangyu is going to leave soon, he walks back to Jiuda Temple alone, and there are a lot of expenses on the way, and without Dailou Sangyu, it is equivalent to having no way to get money, so he can only rely on his clothes and a shy face to turn his fate.

It's scary to think about.

Zhao Wu'an asked neatly: "How much is the heavy pay?"

Obviously, he didn't expect Zhao Wu'an to be so straightforward, but his question made the woman stunned. After thinking for a while, he gave a blessing, and Shi Shiran said: "My Liuye Mountain Zhuangjia has a great business, but the beauty is a priceless treasure." As long as it can be recovered, there will be a lot of reward. ”

"How much is the money?" Zhao Wu'an remained unyielding.

The woman's eyes opened, and a look of annoyance gradually appeared on her face, and she closed her eyes and compromised, "Eight hundred taels." ”

"Okay, let's go. Zhao Wu'an nodded, picked up the sword box and left. It wasn't until he passed by the woman that the woman looked at Zhang Moxian who was still sitting paralyzed in the heavy rain, and wondered: "That son ......?"

"Leave him alone. Zhao Wuan didn't look back.

He walked to the city gate in the pouring rain, his white clothes were drenched in the rain, the wind came from the city, condescendingly intending to lift Zhao Wu'an's long hair, at this moment the black hair was curly, wet and prostrate on his shoulders, only a few strands of hair were caressing by the wind.

The woman hurried to catch up with Zhao Wu'an, and covered the oil-paper umbrella in her hand over Zhao Wu'an's head. Zhao Wu'an turned back in confusion, saw that half of the woman's body was already exposed to the rain, smiled and pushed the paper umbrella back, and said kindly: "I still have some things to do." About the case, I will come directly to Hongtu Restaurant to find me. ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then she was sure that Zhao Wu'an really agreed to solve the case, and a stone in her heart finally fell to the ground, and she bowed deeply to Zhao Wu'an.

Zhao Wu'an hung up the box and left.

Outside the city is lonely, but I don't think the rain is scary, into the city, see the crowds of people hiding from the rain on all sides, from the bridge and alleys have to hide under the eaves, raise their eyes to see the raindrops hit the eaves, splashing a series of splashes. Zhao Wu'an felt that he should have asked the woman directly to borrow an umbrella just now.

Holding the sword box in his arms, Zhao Wu'an ran to the restaurant where Sang Yu and Tu Mi were before. With his memory of crossing a few long bridges, looking up and seeing the roof of Hongtu Restaurant, which was carved into a sky-high standard, Zhao Wuan knew that he had not remembered the wrong way.

Dailou Sangyu squatted at the door of the restaurant with his chin propped up, looking at the rain lines hanging down from the eaves, and Zhao Wuan didn't notice it when he walked in front of him. He looked inside and saw Xiao Daogu Tu Mi sitting at the table with him on his side, and he also held his sword in a daze.

Zhao Wuan stretched out his hand and waved in front of Dailou Sangyu: "I'm back." ”

Dailou Sangyu came back to his senses, and his face jumped with excitement for a while.

He led Dailou Sangyu into the door, sat down in front of Tu Mi, and despite his soaking wet, he drank a cup of hot tea by himself, took a sip, and smiled at Tu Mi: "The autumn rain in August is really unexpected." ”

Xiao Daogu was stunned and didn't pay attention to what he was saying.

Zhao Wu'an was helpless, and didn't care whether Tu Mi was listening or not, he said lazily: "From Hangzhou to Yangzhou, it cost you a lot of money all the way, since you already know that I am not the person you are looking for, I will return this money to you." But it may take some time, and I have to go to a place called Liuye Villa near Yangzhou to find a knife. ”

Tu Mi suddenly said: "I don't want you to pay back." ”

"It's only natural to pay back debts. Zhao Wu'an said slowly, "I don't like to owe money to a little girl who is like a flower. ”

Tu Mi had a look of indignation on his face, glanced at Zhao Wu'an weakly, and quickly looked away.

Zhao Wu'an poured tea with a light smile.

He didn't have much to do with Tu Mi, but he always felt that Tu Mi's current look was like the little fairy girl with a negative sword on Kunlun Mountain back then.