When Mo Dao struggled to run to this meadow, he was already exhausted, and he wished that he could sleep until dawn.

But he knew that there were still righteous knights chasing behind him, and they were menacing. In the name of justice, people can always do countless cruel things.

On the contrary, he still prefers people like He Zhigu, at least he can calmly admit that he is a wicked person, unlike Liu Siye, who has been well-dressed all his life, but he is burdened with such heavy sins.

Mo Dao didn't know how far he could run, and he doubted whether he would be able to escape from those people's butcher knives. Just as he knelt on the grass, he caught a glimpse of someone standing in front of him with a box on his back, his white clothes fluttering in the wind.

Zhao Jushi!

Mo Dao's heart was overjoyed, and he rushed forward frantically as if he was amnesty, but he only rushed out a few steps, but he was stunned in place.

Tu Mi, who was standing next to Zhao Wu'an, had already discovered him, but the expression looking at him was very complicated.

That look was meant to say, don't come.

Only then did Mo Dao notice that there were still four people standing in front of Zhao Wu'an. Old men and maidens stood in front, while beautiful women and stout men were further behind.

He couldn't see Zhao Jushi's face, and he wouldn't know that Zhao Wu'an was still so shocked.

Send a message to the full glory of the face, and should pity the half-dead pulsatilla.

Zhao Wu'an trembled, his fingers barely obeyed, and the seven swords in the box suddenly rang out in unison.

"The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year...... You...... Are you Xie Hui?" said Zhao Wu'an sourly.

The old man nodded slowly.

After pouring out the financial resources of nine generations of ancestors to defend the country, no one knows where Xie Hui went. The Seven Sages of the Big Dipper, who used to talk and laugh and drink side by side, have also dispersed most of them after the First World War of the Gaoliang River.

Xie Hui lost his family, lost his money, lost his best friends, and almost overnight, he was defeated. Some people say that he committed suicide, but Aunt Lin told Zhao Wu'an that he must still be alive. Because a person as tough as Xie Hui will never be defeated by external forces.

"If he is still alive now, I am afraid that his head is already full of frost and snow. Xie Hui has never practiced martial arts, but his mood and courage are all first-class in the rivers and lakes, and for the people in the rivers and lakes, he is like a guiding light. This flying sword can emit a mighty blue light, so it might as well be called a pulsatilla. ”

Aunt Lin's words echoed in her ears, as if she had said them an hour ago.

"You've been hiding your identity for years, but you haven't deliberately hidden it, so I already know most of the names of your flying sword. The old Xie Hui didn't say a few words before he stopped coughing for a while, "Come to think of it, Lin Yun's little girl, the only name she can give me is Pulsatilla, right? ”

Zhao Wu'an still couldn't hide the tremor in his heart, and muttered, "How is it possible? I have always respected you the most. How can a person who scatters all his wealth to protect his family and defend the country be ......"

"How can he be the helmsman of the Black Cloud Society?" Xie Hui asked lightly.

His back was stiff, his voice was hoarse, and he didn't have much time to live on this earth. His head was full of frost and snow, but there was still a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he was a pulsatilla that was no different from what the poem said.

The Big Dipper Seven Sages are centered on him. In Zhao Wu'an's Luo Shen sword box, the pulsatilla also inherited a decomposed Dao Yun.

Now, among the Seven Sages of the Big Dipper, only Yan Daohuo and Xie Hui are still alive. Yan Dao lived in Kunlun and concentrated on retreat, not asking about the affairs of the red world, but Xie Hui was still in Yangzhou, ruling the Black Cloud Society, with two doors and seventeen pavilions under his command, and already controlled half of the rivers and lakes of the Great Song Dynasty and Yezuo.

Zhao Wu'an retreated half a step and muttered, "I don't believe it. ”

used to be a freshly dressed and angry horse, a high-spirited young man, but now he is pale and beautiful, and he is rickety.

That's not what saddens him the most. Time is ruthless, people are merciful, and Zhao Wu'an has already compromised on this.

However, when he was young, he could not hesitate to disobey the law of the country and make private blades to protect the country, why did he cover the sky on the underworld when he was old and control half of the assassination business in the rivers and lakes?

Zhao Wuxin is in a sad state, but it is difficult to feel sorry for this pulsatilla.

Xie Hui said in a hoarse voice: "I can't help you not believe it." ”

Zhao Wu'an took another step back and said in disbelief: "Over the years, the Black Cloud Society's subordinates have divided the rudders, and each one of them has been chasing and killing me. Are you the culprit leading all this?"

"I don't have much interest in Roselle Sword, the people who killed you are all people who have paid a lot of money for Roselle Sword. At the end of the day, I'm also a businessman, and it's impossible not to make money if I have it. I might as well let you go this time. Xie Hui said quietly, "But I have to borrow someone from Yan Daohuo, that is, this little Dao aunt next to you." ”

Zhao Wu'an subconsciously held Tu Mi's hand, but instead scared Tu Mi.

"What do you mean?"

"It's all said that it's borrowed, although my Black Cloud Club is a gang that can't be put on the table, I'm afraid there are few people in the rivers and lakes who dare not give me face. It was like this sixty years ago, and it is also sixty years later, I hope Zhao Jushi will not disappoint Xie Mou. Annoying the Black Cloud Society, the price is not small. Xie Hui's tone was still tepid, but the threat in his words was obvious.

Only then did Tu Mi react: "I? why?"

Zhao Wu'an said bluntly: "You want Tu Mi's sword?"

"Hehe, I, Xie Hui, am not such a short-sighted person. Xie Hui said lightly, "Although chess skills have not been perfect, when playing against Su Changdi, every time it comes to the endgame, he can often lose twenty or thirty pieces." However, I have been practicing chess hard for 50 years, and I don't know if I can beat him at this time, so I have to wait until I get to the spring to ask for advice. ”

Su Changdi was a famous national player at the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, and his chess path was fierce and aggressive, and many people even ruined the game in the middle of the game and admitted defeat, but Xie Hui was able to hold on to the final game every time.

Zhao Wu'an was keenly aware of the meaning of Xie Hui's words: "Mr. Xie ......"

"Since Your Excellency is carrying the Luo Shen Sword Box, and you have used the name of Garan Anxulie, you might as well tell Zhao Jushi frankly. Between the two dynasties of Yezuo and the Great Song Dynasty, the old decay has fallen fourteen sons, of which seven sons have become angry, two sons have taken root, and the remaining five sons still have the possibility of overturning. ”

Zhao Wu'an trembled: "What do you want?"

"Why? It's just to wash the country for the people of the world. Xie Hui said coldly, "Zhao Jushi is a big weapon, and it can be said that he can drink the country without getting drunk." The old man doesn't have the courage to get drunk, and it is also a smooth road. ”

Zhao Wu'an grabbed Tu Mi to death.

Xie Hui arched his hand and said, "Offended." ”

The sturdy He Zhi suddenly jumped out. Far away, he just raised his hand, and Zhao Wu'an felt that his whole body was locked in an instant, and he couldn't move.

Xie Hui said without shock: "According to the judgment of the old decay, to kill He Zhigu, he used to pick mulberries, block the hundred miles of madness, and use it to go to the Bodhisattva." Kill the Luo Shu Sword, you unlock the sword intent of the poppy beauty, and block the twelve characters of the first word, then the Su curtain has been exhausted. With your current level, you can only control five swords, so within one day, you can only liberate four sword intent. Zhao Wu'an, now you can't even beat the Black Cloud Club as a B-word killer. ”

He obviously didn't have the slightest martial arts, but he didn't think it was any worse.

Zhao Wu'an suddenly puffed up his clothes, and pulled Tu Mi out with his imperial energy.

Xie Hui continued: "And according to the news of the Black Cloud Society, your light skills are very poor. ”

After only a moment, He Zhi's hand grabbed Tu Mi. Tu Mi wanted to draw her sword to resist, but the long sword behind her back had just been unsheathed by an inch, but it was pressed back by a surging force, and she shrank in the sheath, letting her do her best, and she could no longer pull out half a point.

He Zhi slapped Zhao Wu'an in the chest, even though Zhao Wu'an resisted with all his remaining internal strength, it was still difficult to bear, and he flew out backwards, and was forced to let go of the hand holding Tu Mi.

Tu Mi still wanted to struggle, but was slapped on the back of the neck by He Zhi's palm, stopped struggling in an instant, and passed out.

Just like carrying a chick waiting to be slaughtered, He Zhi carried the fainting Tu Mi and turned back to Xie Hui.

Xie Hui took a half step back. "Let's go. ”

The girl in white immediately stepped forward and hugged him.

"Wait!"

Xie Hui turned back suspiciously, but it was not Zhao Wu'an, who was knocked away by He Zhi's palm, but a strange young man standing on the path.

The glamorous woman's eyebrows immediately said: "He is the housekeeper of Willow Leaf Villa, Mo Dao." ”

Xie Hui nodded, showing a sudden expression, ignored it, and turned to leave.

Mo Dao couldn't bear it. For the first time, he hated that he was willing to be a domestic servant, instead of practicing martial arts and being a hero.

When he was most helpless, it was Tu Mi who personally walked up to him and told him that Luo Yinsheng was waiting for him under Jiuquan to avenge Zhaoxue.

When he lost his soul because the truth of Luo Yinsheng's death was revealed, it was Tu Mi's tenacity that made Mo Dao's torn heart regain the will to survive.

If it weren't for Tu Mi, how could Mo Dao still stand here.

"Put her down for me!" Mo Dao roared.

Xie Hui walked forward unhurriedly, as if he didn't even bother to twist his head.

Suddenly, a sword grazed Mo Dao's hair and flew forward. Silently, Mo Dao was startled.

He lost his soul because of Luo Yinsheng, and Zhao Wu'an couldn't give up because he saw Xie Hui.

When he practiced swordsmanship at a young age, when he listened to Lin Yun tell the stories of the Big Dipper Seven Sages, he admired this person the most. For example, Jiang Ruhai and Luo Jianqi are already people with outstanding skills, and there is nothing wrong with being able to do generous things.

Only Xie Hui has no long skills and no kung fu to make money, but he can also follow the example of the sages, proudly scatter all his family wealth, go to the frontier, and never return. is willing to shed his blood for the country, and he is a real husband and man.

But the longing is like glass in a dream, shattered at the touch of a button.

Zhao Wu'an stood up, made a sword trick with his right hand, and raised it to the same height as his eyebrows.

He called softly, "Pulsatilla." ”

"Qingge. ”

Under the grandson of the prince, before the flowers.

A flying sword glowing with a chilling blue light rushed out of the box, with a majestic sword intent in the sky, and killed straight towards Xie Hui.

Xie Hui didn't turn around, nor did he realize that death was so close.

Only in that moment.

The girl in white, who had been supporting him and didn't say a word, suddenly dropped Xie Hui, turned around and ran back.

The sharp pulsatilla slid smoothly through her bulging chest, splattering a large pool of blood on Xie Hui's back.

The body of the girl in white was as soft as bones, as if the only support at this moment was the bald head passing through her chest.

Zhao Wu'an, who forcibly liberated the sword intent of the Fifth Sword, was already pale, and when he saw this scene happening, he was even more shocked that he couldn't say a word.

Before he fell, the girl in white seemed to have a mocking smile in her eyes.

At that moment, Xie Hui slowly turned his head, his eyes narrowed into a thin slit, and his eyes were unwavering.

Zhao Wu'an didn't say a word, but Mo Dao said dryly: "She...... Isn't she your granddaughter?"

Personal service, close to love, is what a person thinks. Even though Zhao Wu'an didn't have such a simple thought, he also knew that this girl must be extremely important to Xie Hui, but he never thought that she would sacrifice herself to block the sword, and then Xie Hui's expression did not change in the slightest.

"Granddaughter, my wife died sixty-six years ago, where did I get my granddaughter?" Xie Hui said with a smile.

Mo Dao pointed to the girl who fell to the ground in disbelief: "Then ...... she"

Xie Hui replied to Mo Dao's words, but his eyes stared at Zhao Wu'an motionlessly, and said quietly: "Is she just the maid I bought from the Qinglou." Is it hard to force her to swallow seven days, give her six days of freedom, and then let her serve by my side for one day?"

Mo Dao couldn't speak, but a look of shock suddenly appeared in his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

Regardless of the limitations of internal force, Zhao Wu'an, who forcibly liberated the sword intent of the pulsatilla, finally couldn't support his tired body and collapsed.

Xie Hui glanced at him and turned to leave.

He Zhi carried the unconscious Tu Mi on his shoulders and followed behind Xie Hui. Remnant Mei hesitated for a moment, and said in confusion: "Helmsman, please forgive Remnant Eyebrow for saying too much, this person will not get rid of ......"

"I'm keeping him, it's still useful. Xie Hui pinched his fingers lightly, volleying empty spots in front of him, as if he was playing an invisible game of chess.

"Fifteen and sixteen. Among the first sixteen sons, eight sons have become angry, three sons have taken root, and one son has rushed to the pass. Of the remaining three sons, whether one son can be robbed or not, will have to wait for some time. ”

Xie Hui's old eyes still flashed.

Fifty-two years ago, in the battle of the Gaoliang River, he was young and vigorous, and he lost half of his son.

Fifty-two years of planning, as soon as the time passed, he didn't believe it, this time, with the country as chess, and the Great Song Dynasty and the two countries of Yezuo as black and white, he would still lose.

Time passes, and now that Su Changdi is dead, he is the most scheming chess player in the world.

Zhao Wu'an's eyes were already a whirlpool.

Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to vaguely hear someone calling his name, and he shouted hoarsely.