"However, even if Garan Anxu is dead and blind, the Great Song Dynasty is indeed chasing and killing him......"

An Qing bit her lip with some hesitation, not knowing whether to ask that sentence or not.

What will you do to make his name right, and who will hear about it, and what use will it be to restore his fame to the world?

"That's exactly what I'm going to say to you. Those old things are all foreshadowing. Zhao Wu'an's voice was scattered in the wind, as if he had made his own leaves and was already tired.

At this time, the wind passed through the four fields, and under the low dirt slope, Hu Buxi suddenly frowned vigilantly and looked in the direction of the rising sun.

"There is a minister of state in Yezuo, whose name is Yuwen Guhang, who is the Taifu of Jialan Anxulie since childhood. And, of course, my trainer. He is the Taifu, and it was also a matter of the year, before the death of the first emperor, he had already entered the position of the prince of the country, and now he is the regent. The young emperor is young, and he can be said to be the true monarch of leaf making. Most of the people who can think of planting fires such as Duxiu Village in the hinterland of the Great Song Dynasty are only him. ”

He paused, and then said, "And according to Mr. Tang and that servant, for many years, Yuwen Guhang has been waiting for me to go back. He knew that Garan Anxulie was dead, but he still wanted to do whatever it took to keep me alive in this battle between the rivers and lakes, because he took a fancy to the skin that I was similar to Garan Anxulie. ”

An Qing was puzzled: "But according to what you said, now that Jialan Anxulie has become infamous in both Song and Ye countries, even if he can get a puppet called Jialan Anxulie, it will not be of much benefit to the overall situation in this world......

Zhao Wu'an looked at her and laughed lightly: "This is the power of Yuwen Guogong. Do you remember what I just said, what is my great wish in this life?"

"You said you wanted to correct the name of Garan Anxulie in the Song and Ye countries...... Huh?" An Qing said and couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhao Wu'an knew that she had understood, squinted his eyes slightly, and shook his head helplessly.

"If I do that, I will fall into the arms of Yuwen Lonely. For more than ten years, the reason why I have not campaigned for the cause of Garan Anxu Lie, and chose to live in Jiuda Temple, is that I am waiting for Yuwen's lonely attitude. If he has given up his name as Garan Anchuri, I will be able to vindicate him without the slightest worry. But if Yuwen always clings to the name of this long-dead leaf-making genius, once I justify Jialan, I will inevitably fall into court disputes. In the end, it is still inevitable. ”

Under the cover of the night, Zhao Wu'an's face, which was calm at all times, actually showed a trace of sour emotion.

An Qing's mind was a little flustered for no reason, and she didn't know what to do for a while. It seems unlikely that she should be able to comfort this Zhao Jushi, who will never bow to difficulties.

However, it is always necessary to give it a try.

After all, Zhao Wu'an was in Mobei, in leaf making, and in Miaojiang, and he didn't keep trying to survive for a while.

She grew up in Qingdi Township since she was a child, and she has never experienced such a bitter and bumpy life as Zhao Wu'an, but she has heard the old people in the township who went to the north to participate in the war describe the scene of mourning and wilderness, and she also felt quite shocked.

And Zhao Wu'an, who has experienced the hardships of conquest since he was a child, and was involved in this dispute because of Luo Shenjian, what kind of feelings does he have in his heart?

A possibility suddenly rose from An Qing's heart.

Before she had time to think about it, she took two steps forward and plunged into Zhao Wu'an's arms.

Zhao Wu'an was stunned for a moment, and before he could respond, An Qing's arms had already clasped his shoulders tightly, resolutely like a parting hug, leaving him not even a trace of room for struggle.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's not like we haven't seen each other again, what are you doing so hard." ”

"It doesn't matter if you don't see it. I said when I was at Jiuda Temple, if you're not happy, I'm going to hug you. ”

Buried in Zhao Wuan's arms, An Qing struggled to pull out her head and looked at him seriously from the bottom up.

Zhao Wuan didn't know what to say: "I'm not unhappy......"

"You're just not happy. An Qing interrupted him word by word, "Zhao Jushi, it's better to be honest when people live." ”

She put her ear to Zhao Wu'an's chest, listened to the slow beating of her heart, which had been through vicissitudes but was still as tough as ever, and said softly: "You want to correct the name of Jialan Anxulie, you want to escape the restraint of Ye Creation and the Great Song Dynasty, and you want to subvert the evils of this world." Whatever you have to do, I will accompany you. Whether it's yours or a dream of Garan Anxulie, whatever you want to do, I'll do it with you. ”

She suddenly sighed, raised her head, and said solemnly: "But before that, you have to marry me first......!" My mother won't let me run so far. ”

Married?

Seeing the stunned and serious look on Zhao Wu'an's face, An Qing realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said carelessly, and she suddenly became shy, and her pretty face turned red.

"No, there's no hurry. Ben, I said this in Miaojiang because I was afraid that you would be in a hurry to find Dailou Duyun everywhere...... But it's okay now, it's still far from Qingdi Township anyway, so it's better to go back to Fuzhou first and find my brother......"

An Qing didn't know what she was talking nonsense, she could only see that Zhao Wu'an's face above her head gradually turned from stunned to stiff, and then slowly eased again, and finally the corners of her lips curled slightly, and she laughed softly.

"Got it, got it. He said in a low voice, "I'll take you north and go back to Qingdi Township to raise relatives." ”

After that, Zhao Wu'an kissed An Qing's forehead like a dragonfly.

It's kind of amazing when you think about it. In the past 20 years, from north to south, it can be regarded as walking 6,000 miles with both feet, but it has always been alone. I have lived alone in Jiuda Temple for ten years, and because of the abbot and the brothers, I have never felt lonely.

But because of the next Qingdi Township, I went to meet Hu Buxi again, and I met again and again, and I had many strange encounters. When he was rescued by An Qing outside Willow Leaf Villa, Zhao Wu'an knew that he probably couldn't get rid of this impatient girl in red.

The temperament is urgent, the meticulousness and gentleness that a girl's family should have, An Qing can be a lot. Although he is reluctant to admit this, Zhao Wu'an is indeed quite useful.

The idea of marrying An Qing, speaking of which, was only settled in the days in Miaojiang. Although Annan, who is her brother, has been controlled by Xie Hui, Zhao Wuan has always been not afraid of these giants. Whether Xie Hui or Dongfang is even indifferent, it's just a war and a second battle.

The warm breeze hits people, and the new leaves of the Bodhi branches are luxuriant overhead.

Hu Buxi held the knife and walked back to the dirt slope. It happened that Zhao Wu'an's lips had just left the tip of An Qing's forehead.

An Qing hurriedly hid in Zhao Wu'an's arms with a red face, but Hu Buxi uncharacteristically didn't make any jokes, but pointed at the north with the tip of his knife, and said, "I'm sorry to disturb your affection." It's just that I think you should see this scene, boss. ”

Zhao Wu'an's expression moved: "What's wrong?"

As he spoke, he had already looked in the direction indicated by Hu Buxi. When he saw the thin dust on the earth, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The dirt slope they were on was not high, at most more than half a foot away from the flat ground, but it was enough to look out. Leaning on the Bodhi tree, you can see about a mile to the north, two teams of people from the rivers and lakes are fighting, stirring up dust in the ground.

From here, one can see that most of the fighters on both sides are sword-wielding. It's just that the side dressed in white and wearing a blue crown is all swordsmen, and their swords are agile and light.

On the other side, there are a few people in the big man in the black robe who use the knife, the knife is fast and powerful, and the swordsmanship is also wide open and closed. A man who looked at the age of no confusion, gray with wide sleeves, standing at the end with his hands in his hands, his eyes slightly closed, and the sleeves of his robe were windless.

The two sides fought fiercely in the wilderness, and each other was in a state of mind, and the advance and retreat were quite disciplined, and at a glance they knew that the teacher was extraordinary.

When Hu Buxi pointed it out, he didn't know how long they had been fighting, and they couldn't even find the horses, most of them were abandoned somewhere, and then the two sides fought and moved all the way to get here.

"All the way is a disciple of the Lingshan Sect, and his skills are all first-class, and he has a lot of Lingshan secret moves in his hands, so that he can be on par with the battle of the sword. Hu Buxi pointed out, "On the other side is the Nie family, the mainstay of the Northern Martial Arts, with dual sword cultivation, it seems that the younger generation is sent, only the man with empty sleeves standing at the end looks like the older generation." The Nie family has a pair of swords, Wang Yue, I just hope that Yue Jian will not hide in this guy's sleeve. ”

"Can you beat it?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

"Huh, boss, this question is asked, how can you say that he is also a first-class master, two hundred can't be beaten, and it's no problem to beat twenty, right?" Hu Buxi put on a crying expression, "The Nie family doesn't know the depths, let's not mention it first, the disciples of the Lingshan faction over there, my boss Hu Ruo can't be put down within thirty moves, and I won't mess with you in this life!"

"I'm not asking the Lingshan Sect, I'm asking that person. Zhao Wu'an bowed his head to the gray-clad old man with wide sleeves.

"It's hard to say. Who knows where he came from? If Wangyue, who has not been out of the rivers and lakes for 40 years, is in his hands, then I can only get a five-five open at most!" Hu Buxi spread his hands, very helpless.

Zhao Wu'an lowered his head when he heard this, and thoughts fluttered in his eyes.

An Qing saw that he was a little anxious, and couldn't help but think about it on the side. Although I don't know why these two groups of people started fighting, since Zhao Wu'an didn't leave, it means that they have a lot to do with them.

An Qing subconsciously thought of Duxiu Village behind her, and a flash of inspiration: "Ning Dantong, who was killed by Hu Buxi, claimed to be sent by the Nie family. ”

"Oh, what does this have to do with my old Hu? Killing him is doing the right thing for heaven, I'm very innocent!" Hu Buxi stared at him as big as a brass bell, and his face was innocent.

"The Nie family came with Ning Dantong to investigate the affairs of Duxiu Village. The Lingshan faction must have a plan to fight with it, and after thinking about it, I was the only one who beheaded Luo Shujian, the eldest disciple of their sect, who was actually an assassin under the command of the Black Cloud Society, in Liuye Villa last year, causing several people to come down the mountain to seek revenge. But fortunately I ran relatively fast, and they must have not returned to the mountain since then, and they have met them to this day. ”

An Qing then remembered that Zhao Wu'an had mentioned the Lingshan faction to him. And the night Hu Buxi stayed in Jiuda Temple, he also told Zhao Wu'an the news.

At that time, the Lingshan faction's resting point was in Luzhou, and the news could be said to have been known for a hundred miles. It is not too far from Taiyuan, where Nie's family is located.

In this way, even if the sword is returned, the Nie family may not be willing to give up. Jiang Caiyi is dead, and Zhao Wuan has to give them an explanation.

These things are superimposed, coupled with the bombardment of Dengyun Tower in Miaojiang not long ago, although I have not paid attention to the news of the rivers and lakes, but Zhao Wuan's name is estimated to have reached the ears of many people.

It is not difficult to explain that "that one" would actually come to Miao Jiang and watch the sword stab into his chest.

Although the Song army that stopped entering the Miao, when Zhao Wu'an fell that day, the young Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty once said a word to him in a voice that only two people could hear.

"If you re-enter Miaojiang, you will live on behalf of Sangyu, and your life will not be more than three days. ”

It was this seemingly ordinary sentence that was more effective for Zhao Wu'an than countless deterrences. But the emperor's assassination is easy to escape, this comes from the revenge between the Nie family and the Lingshan faction, and it is not so easy to solve.

"It looks like they're all coming to you, but they're fighting themselves. Boss, should we just leave?" asked Hu Buxi, holding a knife.

Zhao Wu'an pondered for a moment and shook his head.

"Might as well ask me one thing first. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at An Qing.

"If I want to get married, I have to ask about it. ”