Seven hundred and fifty-six.

Although this number was recorded in his mind, Zhao Wu'an did not say anything, and silently followed Duan Taoli down the mountain.

In that long-abandoned hilltop Buddhist temple, the young monk who sat alone in front of the Buddha by a candlelight always frightened him for some reason. It's an unimaginably strange thing.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, when he led the horses out of the stable in turn, Zhao Wu'an asked Hu Buxi a word without a head.

"Do you know what seven hundred and fifty-six is?"

Hu Buxi was stunned for a moment, searched his intestines and scraped his stomach for a long time, and Fu Zhi asked in his heart: "Forty-four to eight hundred?"

Zhao Wu'an fell silently into deep thought.

"Probably not that's what I meant. ”

Although he slept late last night, Duan Taoli seemed to be resting well, and his complexion was ruddy.

"I don't want to be crammed into a carriage with the two of them anymore. She coquettishly said to Zhao Wu'an, "Let me sit at the front, right?"

Dai Lou Duyun and Hu Buxi glanced at each other quite rarely, and then they both felt disgusted.

Mrs. An, who was walking to the side of the road with the help of Annan, listened, turned her head sideways and glanced at Duan Taocarp, and said without anger: "This is my son-in-law, this girl, what do you want to do?"

Although the words were not good, he didn't kick his nose in the face, which was considered to save enough face for Duan Taoli, in the end, it was the way of speaking as a mother, and it was so mellow that it didn't leak.

Duan Taoli's face turned red, and he honestly went to the back and squeezed a carriage with the two of them.

Zhao Wu'an smiled helplessly.

Mrs. An glanced at Zhao Wu'an and snorted, "Let's go." ”

"Yes. Zhao Wuan could only bow down and answer.

He also came out of Qingdi Township, and he also rented the carriage of the Xu family, and of course the young man named Xu Long was driving that day.

Although it was inexplicable to faint that day, after all, there was no shortage of eight catties of flesh on his body. It's important to make money with passengers, so don't worry about small things.

After confirming that everyone got on the carriage and sat down, Xu Long waved his long whip, and with a loud sound, the horse clucked and raised its four hooves like an edict, and ran out with a smoke.

The frost leaves are permeated all the way, and the autumn wind in the mountains and fields brings the fragrance of wheat grass.

In the late autumn of this year, the white-clothed monk brought a Bodhisattva who had not been out of the countryside for 30 years to Xishu.

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Two outsiders came to White Horse Town, one old and one young, but they didn't look like grandchildren.

The old one had frosty white hair, and the wrinkles on his face were stacked layer after layer, and it was almost impossible to see the eyes. The back was rickety, the gait was staggering, as if it would fall down at any moment, and the loess was buried at the base of the neck.

The younger one is a young girl, with a delicate face, carrying a long sword, and wearing a wide robe, faintly revealing a pure and independent aura of the world.

When the two of them, who had such different temperaments, came to the inn and indicated that they wanted a room, even the shopkeeper was very surprised.

It's really the most amazing thing in the world.

As soon as the old man and the young man left the lobby, many people in the hall began to whisper, all speculating about the relationship between the two. said that the ancestors and grandchildren don't look like each other, if it is a concubine, the age gap is too big.

Only one person did not join the discussion.

He silently drank the porridge in front of him, ate the vinegared cabbage in the plate, wiped the corners of his mouth with a hand towel, and then stood up and went to the backyard without saying a word.

The face is as white as jade, and the appearance even has a bit of charm, a Confucian crown and a green shirt, and a folding fan hidden in the sleeve. The pace looks like he is forty or fifty years old, and he should have been a suave son when he was young.

In this lively White Horse Town, people who eat at a single table are often unusual people.

However, no one noticed him, as if he was born only as a background of ink painting, fleeting.

Inside the house.

The two sat opposite each other, silent.

The incense burner in the corner of the wall burns the familiar sandalwood fragrance of Tu Mi, and there are three lamps of tea on the bamboo couch.

"You'd better not sit there. Xie Hui said quietly, "Otherwise, you will meet someone more disgusting than me in a while." ”

Tu Mi was stunned, didn't know how to choke, and looked down at the three cups of tea on the low table, so he had to move his position silently and sit next to Xie Hui.

There was a strong death breath from the side, almost smoky to the point where it was hard to breathe.

Xie Hui smiled bitterly: "That's how people are old. Your good-faced master, if you hadn't smoked your robe thoroughly with sandalwood every day, it would have smelled like me. ”

Tu Mi frowned and didn't speak.

She has been so taciturn all the way, the little girl has a bad temperament, and she has prejudices against him, so she naturally speaks little, and Xie Hui does not pursue it much.

After taking a sip of hot tea, Xie Hui said again: "The person I want to see later, I have something to do with Zhao Wu'an." ”

Tu Mi was stunned for a moment, turned his head in shock, and looked at Xie Hui.

"But he hasn't seen Zhao Wu'an for many years, so he can be regarded as the former head of the sect. Xie Hui said, "That person has always called himself so. It's ridiculous to say, it's clear that he is already a very human minister......"

The bamboo door creaked inward, and Xie Hui's voice stopped abruptly.

Tu Mi retracted his breath and stared cautiously at the bamboo door.

The middle-aged man in the Confucian crown and green shirt walked in from outside, and when the fan in his sleeve was folded, half of his face was covered, leaving only a pair of demonic eyes outside.

"It's going to be easy for me to find this way, Lord Helmsman. ”

Xie Hui said quietly: "Everyone has difficulties, and Your Excellency has to take care of them. ”

"This White Horse Town can be said to be the gateway to Jinguan City, and it is less than a hundred miles away from the Tangjia Fort. Ask me to meet here, what are your intentions?"

The man staggered to the opposite side of the bamboo couch, sat down with his clothes, and asked leisurely.

Xie Hui leaned over and said respectfully: "The re-election of the leader of the martial arts alliance is imminent, and the old body has been running around for a long time. ”

"Hahaha, you old man still speaks so well. I can't. The visitor didn't see it, picked up the tea on the table, and sent it to his mouth, "It's so hot!"

He took a sip of it, and soon he spat out almost half of his mouthful, his face flushed, and he kept sticking out his tongue.

"Poof", Tu Mi couldn't hold back and laughed softly.

The man noticed Tu Mi's smile, and slowly put away his bitter expression, and a dark color rose in his eyes.

"Who is this girl?"

"The apprentice of the Kunlun Dao Sect. Xie Hui said, "Tu Mi." ”

"Tu Mi? The tulip flowers in my hometown bloom well every year. The man nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "There are few flowers in the north, and there is only that one, which can last for half a month in May." ”

Tu Mi was stunned.

For some reason, the person in front of her always gave her a wonderful sense of familiarity.

Seeing her staring at him, the man laughed and said, "What's the matter? Do you think I look like someone you've ever met?"

Tu Mi was stunned for a moment, and just wanted to ask him how he knew, Xie Hui said: "I'm afraid that everyone will feel this way when they first meet him." ”

"Yes, after all, I'm such a greedy ghost who lives on other people's impressions. ”

He raised his glass again, this time obediently, carefully blowing inward along the rim.

Tu Mi suddenly shouted: "Yuwen is lonely!?"

The man was stunned, then looked up, looked at her for a long time, and smiled. "Clever girl. ”

Tu Mi felt that his heart was beating like it was about to pop out.

Why did the great prime minister in the leaf-making country and the great prime minister who covered the sky with one hand appear in Baima Town in Shu, in front of her and Xie Hui?

Yuwen was lonely but seemed to be completely unconscious, and Xie Hui didn't care, just continued the topic lightly.

"That village on Guangnan Road, I ruined it for you. ”

"Twilight Village? Yuwen nodded and said, "Thank you for that matter." ”

"Thank you for what I did. Xie Hui took a sip of tea, "Tang Leng still went to Tangjiabao, I'm just hindsight." ”

"That's his territory, after all. If I were to be me, I must not be used to seeing the leaf making being invaded by the Han people. Yuwen smiled indifferently, "Xie Hui, you should be able to see this kind of thing." ”

Xie Hui was silent, and only after a while did he say: "The Nie family has news that they have seen Zhao Wu'an in the north of Duxiu Village. With his city, if he entered that village, there was no possibility that he would not be able to see the truth. ”

"I know that, too. Paper can't hold the fire, and the layout of making leaves in the Great Song Dynasty will be seen clearly by him sooner or later. ”

"I have stopped the pursuit of him by the Seventeen Pavilions of the Two Dynasties. According to the speculation of the current situation, it is extremely unlikely that Zhao Wu'an will not come to Shudi. Xie Hui said.

"Well, of course I do. Yuwen nodded his head and nodded, "I'll wait for him here." Anyway, the chess game is already set, just need to see how he reacts. ”

Xie Hui smiled bitterly: "Is there anything else in this world that you don't know? I brought three messages to you, but you know all of them." ”

"It's hard to say. And this is obviously you in Shudi, I came all the way from the leaf making to find you. Yuwen narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "Speaking of which, there is one thing that I have pondered for many years, but I have never figured it out. ”

"Then I probably don't understand either. Xie Hui said.

"No, if it were you, you would understand. ”

Yuwen Gu approached him.

"Who are you doing all this for?"

Xie Hui was stunned.

In the afternoon, the sun spreads into the house, and the warmth is full of color.

Tu Mi looked at the two of them in a daze.

After a long time, Xie Hui put away his stunned expression, and a mist rose again in his cloudy eyes.

"For myself. He said lightly, "Killing the world, evil and cunning, doing many evils, doing everything." I'm just doing it for myself. ”

Yuwen smiled coldly.

Before the sandalwood in the corner burned out, Yuwen was gone.

He walked away until he went out, with a playful smile on his lips.

Only Xie Hui and Tu Mi were left in the room.

Xie Hui tossed his body to stay, emptied the remaining tea in the pot, and added tea again.

Tu Mi looked at him fixedly, and suddenly said: "The seven questions you raised when you entered Shu, I am a little eyebrow now. ”

"Oh?" Xie Hui was unfazed.

"I know what darkness is. Tu Mi said word by word, "Xie Hui is black." Pulsatilla is black. To the old, to the cruel, to the lonely. The Black Cloud Society is the evil of this world. Xie Hui, you are the black of this world. ”

Xie Hui remained silent: "The distinction between good and evil is not the way of black and white. ”

"Nope. Tu Mi said seriously, "Whether it is good or evil, black is black." ”