When handing over the return of the sea to Mo Dao, Ouyang Zelai vaguely felt that he had made a big mistake.

But the young man in front of him was dressed in black, his eyes were gentle, and his hair was softly draped over his shoulders, making it impossible to tell that he had just defeated the first swordsman in this river and lake.

Ouyang Zelai faintly felt that he might not be so wrong.

"Thank you, sir. Mo Dao nodded politely.

Ouyang Zelai shook his head to show that it was okay, and said unhurriedly: "The head of the Han family and Hu Buxi have both left the scene, and the first sword in the world that should have been decided by the Hundred Swords Hundred Societies should be announced by me." But since you defeated Hu Buxi, this knife and the name of the number one in the world are logically yours. ”

Mo Dao hurriedly shook his head and said: "No need, Mo Dao also knows that this name is not a victory." ”

"Rao is like this, but you still want to take this sword and return to the sea?"

Mo Dao nodded earnestly.

"But this knife can't be given to anyone else. The seven heirloom knives of the Liu family, Mo Dao is bound to win. ”

Ouyang Zelai smiled.

"I see, take it. When you leave, this session of the Hundred Swords will be over. Although it was a little later than expected. ”

Mo Dao tied the return of the sea and carried it on his back, and then bowed away.

Under the warm sun, the departing teenager had an extra knife on his back than when he came, and other than that, there was no difference.

Ouyang Zelai hastily closed the conference alone, and after the curtain call, the audience lost more than half.

After that, he had to direct the demolition of the ring, and exchanged pleasantries with the swordsmen who stayed behind and wanted to find a trace of entering the door. Fortunately, although Han Kuo left, the descendants of the Han family stayed, and the burden on Ouyang Zelai's body was not too heavy.

As a first-class master, Ouyang Zelai is not proficient in anything else, but he has practiced the ability to blend in with the crowd and be unobtrusive. The end of the spectator was not finished, but he first got out of the complicated affairs.

Returning to the black canopy alley behind Huaixing Pavilion, Zhu Nanzhan was clasping his hands in front of him, waiting for it.

As soon as Fang looked at him, Zhu Nanzhan said: "You and I have guessed wrong, it's a pity." ”

"Not really. Ouyang Zelai hesitated and said, "That Mo Dao is young, but his realm is terrifyingly high, not like a real dragon." ”

"I didn't say he was a real dragon. Zhu Nanzhan turned around, "From the time the bet was placed to the present, Hu Buxi and Zhao Wu'an, I have tested them twice." ”

"Zhao Wu'an clearly has the qi of a true dragon in his body. Ouyang Zelai said firmly, "This is what I personally tried at the top of Huaixing Pavilion." When Hu Buxi attracted the glow of bullfighting, there was also purple qi rising on his body. ”

"It's different. ”

"Why is it different? The Ouyang family has been guarding this silent array for the imperial court for more than 40 years, and I don't want to make any mistakes and provoke half of the officials in the court to lose their heads with me. Ouyang Zelai seemed a little annoyed.

"Because you're ignoring another possibility. "Zhu Nanzhan said.

Ouyang Zelai was speechless for a moment.

Zhu Nanzhan turned around, "Over the years, how much cultivation have you spent on trapping Han Toast? He is not a fool, how can he not hold a grudge?"

Ouyang Zelai said silently: "When there is only one true dragon left in heaven and earth, it doesn't matter whether he hates it or not." ”

Zhu Nanzhan snorted contemptuously, and his words changed, "Zhao Wu'an was plotted against someone. Otherwise, you won't lose to Mo Dao. ”

"I saw it. Ouyang Ze said.

"Then why don't you stop it?"

The rules don't say that. Besides, the farce should have ended sooner. Aren't you going back to the temple?"

“...... Jiang Lian came to me. ”

"Your neighbor from twenty years ago?"

"He asked about something, and I told the truth. Just now he came here and took Zhao Wu'an and Hu Buxi away, I guess he went back to Daxiangguo Temple. Zhu Nanzhan word by word.

Ouyang Zelai was a little confused, so "...... you said this?"

Before he finished speaking, several figures suddenly flashed at the alley behind him.

Ouyang Zelai's eyes lit up, and he turned around in time, and Wen Shengbi was ready to go.

But the Mai figures did not enter the alley, but flashed in front of them, heading towards a certain place in groups.

"The Mai people under Fan Zai's men poured out of the nest. Zhu Nanzhan said, "For the rest, I don't need to say more, right?"

"You...... Went to inform Fan Zai?" Ouyang Zelai only felt incredulous.

"This morning, someone entered the palace and collided with the holy driver. In the afternoon, Jiang Lian came to ask me about it. Zhu Nanzhan sighed, "Ouyang Zelai, although I am the Qi Viewer of the Imperial Palace, I don't have this magical power, and I lack skills." ”

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"I've seen that bag. ”

In just seven words, it seemed to exhaust Zhao Wuan's strength. He gasped for air, almost slumping on the table

Hu Buxi and Jiang Lian looked at each other.

"In ...... In the ...... of killing Garan The man's ...... Waist ...... Hanging. ”

As if floating from the bottom of the water, Zhao Wu'an took a deep breath: "I remember. ”

It's not just remembering.

That scene, for countless years, has been a nightmare haunting his heart.

The royal family of Zuoye was cautious by nature, and even though Garan Anxulie had abandoned all imperial power and went to the Song Dynasty alone, he also prepared a car that was exactly the same as the one he was riding.

Zhao Wu'an and Jialan Anxulie were obviously sitting in the same car, but the barbarian who was about to hang the spring buckle was like having a pair of see-through eyes, and rushed straight towards the place where Jialan Anxulie was.

The guard of honor was in chaos, and bright red blood splattered on the wheels.

Zhao Wu'an has never forgotten that scene.

From beginning to end, he engraved it in his heart, waiting only for the moment to avenge the victory of Garan Anxulie.

However, this moment is destined to never come.

The spring buckle is a token of the first emperor of the Great Song Dynasty.

Just as he built a Jiuda Temple and assassinated King Valan and then transferred the contract, for the second prince of Yezuo, who was most likely to threaten the rule of the Great Song Dynasty, of course, it was faster to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

"If this spring buckle is really a token given by the first emperor, if the Khitan iron cavalry that attacked you really wears this spring buckle......"

Jiang Lian hesitated for a long time, and finally continued, "Zhao Jushi, how do you want to hate and to whom?"

Do you want to take Luo Shenfu, break down the mausoleum where the first emperor rests, knock open the coffin board, and let him sit up and say sorry?

Or do you want to force the palace with a sword, coerce him as today's son, and make him tell the world what the first emperor did back then?

Either way, it will never be possible.

“...... Spring buckle. ”

Zhao Wu'an's words were like a murmur.

Hu Buxi thought for a long time, and said tentatively: "Boss, don't be sad, this matter may not be without the possibility of a twist and turn......"

"The spring buckles I've seen are a little different. Zhao Wuan said suddenly.

"What?" Jiang Lian and Hu Buxi were stunned.

That day when the sun was setting like blood.

Garan Anxulie's voice still echoed in my ears, as if it was a relief.

"Don't mind, from now on, live on your own terms. ”

As for what happened that day, Garan Anxu Lie should have had a premonition. That's why when he was dying, he showed that relieved expression.

But why?

The second prince of the dignified Ye Dynasty, the natural general who trekked through the sea of bones and blood without frowning, the killing god who was silenced by thousands of generals in the Great Song Dynasty, why would he be willing to die in the barren mountains and mountains that no one knows?

The charm around the waist of the barbarian leader flashed from front of his eyes again.

"Material. It's different from what was described above. Zhao Wu'an said lightly, "I have seen that kind of wood in the Leaf Making Palace, the texture is extremely light and soft, and the color is even more emerald green after the roots are removed. The one used to weave the spring buckle is flail wood. This wood is extremely rare, and there must not be a second such spring buckle in the world. ”

Jiang Lian was stunned and said: "But even so, we don't know where to find this spring buckle ......"

"I know. Zhao Wu'an raised his eyes, "Far away in the sky, close in front of you." Yes, there is. ”

"What?" Jiang Lian was stunned when he heard this.

"Zhu Nanzhan said that the spring buckle is here. ”

Jiang Lian became more and more inexplicable: "She doesn't look like someone who can say such things......"

"It's true, but it's enough to imply. ”

Zhao Wu'an stood up and rushed out of the courtyard in a hurry.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Lian shouted.

Hu Buxi had already stood up and chased out: "Boss, wait for me!"

Zhao Wu'an walked through the temples, his footsteps non-stop.

This Daxiangguo Temple, which I just came to a few days ago, now looks no stranger at all. Even if the visitor is small, it will not cause people to get lost.

The hints given by Zhu Nanzhan are indeed enough.

The dragon rank candle refers not only to Xie Hui and him, but also to Garan Anxulie and the first emperor.

And how can Zhu Nanzhan, who has been living in the temple for a long time, know all this?

Thinking about it another way, the answer is actually quite simple. Zhu Nanzhan didn't know about the outside world, so what she knew happened in the Great Xiangguo Temple.

The answer that Zhao Wu'an has been looking for is also in the Daxiangguo Temple.

He walked down the corridor that day when he was stopped by the Mai people.

He walked through the meditation room that Hu Buxi was brought into by Zhu Nanzhan that day.

He walked through the incense burner when Zhunanzhan was discussing Zen with the abbot that day.

In front of him is the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Zhao Wu'an walked into the hall alone. The main hall was empty, and the incense burner in front of the Buddha was still rising with green smoke.

When you pass the temple, you will visit, you will worship when you meet the Buddha, and you will worship when you see the monk.

Standing under the seat of the golden-bodied Buddha, a faint scent of sandalwood came from the tip of his nose, and Zhao Wu'an's state of mind calmed down for the first time in a long time

Hu Buxi followed closely behind, and hesitated: "Boss......, what did you think of?

Zhao Wu'an was silent.

Behind the two, Jiang Lian arrived out of breath, seeing that the two had been running for so long but not even breathing, he inevitably felt a cry of distress in his heart.

"Are you Zhao Wu'an?"

An old voice came from behind the statue of the Buddha. The three of them were stunned.

Footsteps sounded slowly. A sturdy old man wearing a black gauze hat walked out from behind the Buddha statue,

Seeing the old man, Jiang Lian was stunned for a long time before he exclaimed, "Fan ......"

The old man shook his head leisurely, and Jiang Lian was immediately silent.

Seeing that Jiang Lian was quiet, the old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao Wu'an carefully for a moment.

After a long time, he smiled kindly, "Not bad." You are indeed very similar to him. ”