Out of Duxiu Village, five miles to the north, there is a frightening boundless wilderness.

Since thousands of years ago, when people walked out of the Hongmeng and faced the great wilderness, they had an innate sense of fear, lingering in their hearts and lingering.

A piece of heaven and earth is at your own disposal, and the wilderness seems to be the freest place. But when you are really in it, you will feel your own insignificance in front of the vast wilderness, and you will become at a loss. It's not about personality, it's an emotion that everyone is born with.

If An Qing is allowed to walk in this wilderness by herself, with no one to rely on, she may collapse in half a day. It's just that along the way, it is precisely because Zhao Wu'an has always been by his side, thousands of mountains and rivers, that he seems to be affectionate. It's not that scary, and it's not that scary.

And on the night they escaped from Duxiu Village, An Qing felt for the first time that Zhao Wu'an was so unfamiliar.

Since meeting in a famous moment on the mountain, Qingdi Township has solved the case side by side, Zhao Wu'an has always been the young man with lazy and tired eyebrows, but spotless.

At this time, the night wind lifted the broken hair on the forehead of the white-clothed layman, and the linden tree behind him rustled, and there was a night crow whimpering on the tip.

Zhao Wu'an unloaded the Luo Shen sword box in a rare way, fell backwards, leaned against the trunk of the tree, and casually raised his head to look at the night sky, his eyes clear.

Hu Buxi sighed: "Boss, are you going to tell An Wazi?"

"Hmm. Zhao Wu'an's voice was low.

"Alright, alright. Hu Buxi licked his lips, although his brows were furrowed, he did not object, "Then you talk first, Lao Hu will give you a lookout, don't worry about me." ”

With that, he took out the rusty and broken beard knife from his sleeve, and while throwing and playing with it, he leisurely walked a few steps in the direction of Duxiu Village, leaving Zhao Wu'an and An Qing by the Bodhi tree.

The ground where the ancient tree stood was slightly raised, forming a small dirt slope, and Hu Buxi only raised his knife to go downhill, leaving Zhao Wu'an and An Qing on the soil slope. Overlooking the surroundings, the wilderness can be seen at a glance, and many buildings and alleys in Duxiu Village can still be seen to the south.

Only Zhao Wu'an and An Qing were left. And Zhao Wu'an just gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and was not in a hurry to speak.

An Qing's mind moved several times, trying to pretend that her heart was sinking like water, waiting for Zhao Wu'an's explanation. But no matter how she suppressed the turmoil in her heart, her anxious temperament would always be unable to change for a while, and finally she couldn't help but take the lead in asking, "What do you want to say?"

The night was deep, and the stars gathered into a long river, floating in the sky.

"I'm a leaf maker, you should have guessed it, right?" After a long time, Zhao Wu'an threw out a question.

It was just a seemingly simple question, but An Qing was stunned for a long time, not knowing how to answer. Zhao Wu'an's questions are the same as his style, straight to the point, each time just hitting the bull's-eye, almost flawlessly accurate.

In the eyes of others, this may be almost ruthless, but to some extent, it has an appetite for An Qing.

"If you don't answer, you're guessing. Zhao Wu'an looked at her.

"Hmm. An Qing felt that there was no need to hide it from him. Since she could guess Zhao Wu'an's origin, Zhao Wu'an must have expected it a long time ago.

"At Jiuda Temple, I told you my name, Garan. Zhao Wu'an's voice was as soft as a rootless duckweed, "Garan Anxulie, they call me that. An Xulie is the royal surname of Ye-making, and I am the second prince of Ye-making country. ”

An Qing's mouth opened wide.

Even though she had long known that Zhao Wu'an's origin was not simple, she did not expect his identity to be so extraordinary. The prince of a country, I am afraid that he is already the most exciting position between heaven and earth, except for the Ninety-Five Supreme. The real one is below and above ten thousand.

And An Qing's appearance that she couldn't say a word was also expected by Zhao Wu'an. He didn't show too much expression, just continued blandly: "In the battle of Song Ye, Ye Zao secretly plotted for thirty years, and he has been sharpening his sword since Luo Jianqi's death, and finally suddenly attacked and laid down a large area of fertile land in the Mobei Plain. Unexpectedly, the Great Song Dynasty had already secretly carried out a spy war against the leaves for decades, and when the war began, the Great Song Dynasty knew everything about the deployment of the troops, the supply of grain and grass, and even the combat strategy of the Leaf Country. ”

So the ending was expected. Although the leaves suddenly attacked and took the lead, they were repeatedly defeated in the next battles with the Great Song Dynasty and retreated all the way. In the end, when I arrived outside the Eagle Valley, I relied on me to lead a supernumerary surprise soldier to block the Great Song army from the Ye-making country. After the end of that battle, the two countries negotiated peace, and the Great Song Dynasty was willing to abandon a large area of territory south of Helan Mountain and not to return it, and only asked the two princes to send the second prince into Beijing as hostages, give the surname Zhao, and practice according to the Han family etiquette until they became adults. ”

Word by word, Zhao Wu'an spoke so plainly, even boring. But even looking back after nearly twenty years, An Qing can vaguely imagine the smoke that obscured the sky.

She had actually heard this story from her parents. The Great Song Dynasty was shocked by the supreme genius of Jialan Anxulie, and would rather exchange seven hundred miles of rivers and mountains than strangle them in Bianliang City.

This is just an ordinary confrontation between the two countries, and even if it is written in the history books, it is only for the storyteller to talk about when talking about national policies, and talk about it as a case.

But what is determined between pen and ink is the rise and fall of a dynasty.

"Later, I named Zhao Wu'an. Zhao Wu'an said.

Only then did An Qing finally understand the meaning of Zhao Wu'an's name.

She cautiously probed: "You once said that there is no peace in the world...... Do you want to be the identity of Jialan Anxulie, and you want this great Song Dynasty and the world, and there is no peace in the world?"

Zhao Wu'an was noncommittal, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and then continued to speak: "Even if the leaves are so helpless, but the Great Song soldiers are coming to the city, and if they don't get along, they can only burn the jade. In desperation, he agreed to send someone to send Garan Xulie into Beijing. At that time, when he heard the news, he had changed his name to Zhao Wu'an. ”

Zhao Wu'an's narrative has changed slightly, but An Qing is immersed in the story and does not realize it. She held her breath lightly, waiting for Zhao Wu'an's next words.

Because every Song person knows that Jialan An Xulie did not enter Beijing in the end. To this day, in Bianliang City, even if you can find Zhao Wu'an and Hu Buxi, you will never find a person named Jialan An Xulie.

"When we arrived at the border of Lengzhou, it coincided with a group of Khitan barbarians riding south. At that time, the alliance had just been finalized, and the Khitan army on the border between the two countries had not yet been fully dispatched, and when the military salary was occasionally insufficient, as usual, the iron cavalry went south to get it. ”

"Garan Anxulie's car is luxurious, after all, it is the face of a country, and it cannot be discarded. But because of this, he was targeted by the Khitan iron cavalry and robbed him halfway. The leaves sent into the Song realm were only a small team of guards and a large number of honor guards, and the Khitans who were good at horse warfare were in close combat, and they were defeated at the first touch. The entire team, including Garan Anxulie, was killed, and almost none survived. ”

An Qing was dumbfounded: "This ......"

Zhao Wu'an was obviously standing in front of her.

"Didn't Garan Anxulie survive?" she found incomprehensible.

"Nope. ”

"But you ......" An Qing looked at Zhao Wu'an in disbelief.

"So I'm not actually him. Zhao Wu'an said lightly, "Living in Mobei, going to Kunlun, Xiuluo Divine Sword Intent, this is all me." Bearing the emperor's order, the Eagle Valley refused to force the Song Dynasty, and the surname Zhao entered Bianliang, this is not me. ”

One thing after another flashed through An Qing's mind, and the figure that Zhao Wu'an had long been solidified in her eyes for a long time was constantly blurring, ghosting, and flashing, as if he was a lot of people in an instant, and as if he was still himself in an instant.

"I was abandoned shortly after I was born, and it was Liao Niang who heard the cry in the snowstorm on a winter night in Mobei and rescued me. Zhao Wu paused, "Liao Niang's real name is Liao Xiaoran, but Hu Buxi and I both call her Liao Niang." In the Mobei grassland, people who do not have strength do not deserve to have pastureland. Liao Niang was the only woman there who had her own pasture, but she never had an argument with other men. Everyone respects her very much, and Hu Buxi and I are even more so. ”

An Qing was stunned. She suddenly realized that what Zhao Wu'an was telling at this time was a story that was completely different from what she had heard before. And Hu Buxi, who has always been Zhao Wuan's best friend, finally appeared in the story.

Liao Niang was alone and lived in Mobei for a long time, and everyone thought she was waiting for someone to return from outside the gate, but she never waited. Hu Buxi's name was also given by her, who knows if that guy's father's surname is Hu. ”

mentioned Hu Buxi, Zhao Wuan couldn't help but mock him, and then said with a straight face: "When I see a gentleman, Yun Hu doesn't like it." Liao Niang is indeed waiting for someone, and she plans to respond with Hu Buxi's name. However, until Zaoye attacked Helan Mountain, and I was separated from Hu Buxi, He Yanshan, and Liao Niang, I didn't see the person she was waiting for coming back from Guanwai. Counting the time, I haven't seen Liao Niang for twenty-two years. ”

Quite rarely, a look of gloom and frustration appeared on Zhao Wu'an's face, An Qing saw it in his eyes, and there was a cramp in his heart for no reason.

"I was captured by the Leaf-Making Iron Army, but I didn't deal with it on the spot, but I was taken all the way into the capital, and even into the palace, where I met the emperor and the second prince of the Leaf-making Country. To this day, I can't imagine that there are people in the world who look so much like me. ”

An Qing is not stupid, Zhao Wu'an said this, she had already reacted, and slapped her palms and said, "They want to cultivate you into a fake body of Garan An Xulie?"

"That's right. The son of a daughter can't sit down, and the leaf maker likes to be prepared. I was able to survive the foliage war thanks to my looks. Zhao Wu'an smiled, "The Battle of Song Ye has been fought for seven years, and I have lived with Jialan An Xulie for seven years. During this period, he was my master and my servant, and he was always in distinct layers. But in private, he actually treated me very well, very well. We are like brothers."

He lowered his head and continued in a broken thought: "At that time, I thought that except for me, all the people on the Mobei Plain were dead, and I often wept when I was alone. However, in the second year, Aunt Lin took Hu Buxi into the Ye-making Palace, which was indeed a thing that made me quite happy. Although we haven't been together for a long time, at least I know that Hu Buxi is still alive, which is a great blessing for me. At that time, Zaoye seemed to have a reverse attitude towards Luo Jian Qishi, but respectfully invited Lin Yun to enter the palace and serve as a sword instructor. I practiced with Hu Buxi and Jia Lan An Xulie, and although Hu Buxi became rebellious after a year and never returned, Aunt Lin stayed by my side and Jia Lan until she died. ”

"That's right. Zhao Wu'an suddenly recalled, "At that time, I was not the only one who lived in the Ye-making Palace as the fake body of Jialan Anxulie, and Zhang Moxian of Willow Leaf Villa who was responsible for Tu Mi was one of them. Leaves searched all over the country for someone who looked like the prince, but in the end, I was the only one who stayed. Others were either expelled from the palace or executed on the spot, Zhang Moxian was actually lucky. ”

As soon as he started the conversation, An Qing knew that he couldn't do anything, so he could only stand aside and listen quietly, sharing this old emotion for him.

The wind blows overhead, and the linden leaves sound.

"In the fourth year of Tianxi, the leaf making war was defeated, and the two countries negotiated peace. On the way to Bianliang, the second prince of Yezuo, who was renamed Zhao Wu'an, was attacked by Khitan and martyred. ”

Zhao Wu'an raised his head and looked at An Qing, "I was alone, and I was almost exhausted before I was rescued by Aunt Lin with Luo Shenjian." Since then, I have lived in this world for him under the name of Zhao Wu'an. ”

"Do you know why I'm still alive?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

An Qing was stunned for a long time and shook her head blankly.

"The reason why I wandered in this river and lake involuntarily was to correct his name. Zhao Wu'an turned his head and looked at the vast fields in the north.

"On the day that Jialan Anxulie left the leaf-making, all the people along the way spurned, saying that he had betrayed the leaf-making and caused the defeat, and now he had to drive to Bianliang to seek refuge. ”

In order to protect the people's escape, when Jialan Anxulie died under the Khitan iron cavalry knife, some Song people said that this was a bitter ploy he made, just for the golden cicada to get out of his shell, so he escaped from the control of the two dynasties and was at ease. ”

"Though he has been my master for seven years, he has treated me like a brother. Now though he is dead, I am still alive in this world. I'm not afraid, nor do I expect to fulfill his legacy of turning the country upside down. I only hope that I can let the world know that Garan Anxulie has given everything for this world, and has done his best, and is worthy of his heart. ”

Zhao Wu'an turned to look at An Qing. The four eyes looked at each other, and the deep meaning in their eyes was surging.

In the past, under the snow peak of the sword, the clouds shattered the golden column, and the distant mountains were green barriers.

Now the old man is in white clothes, and the mountains and rivers are safe.