In the hidden forest, Zhao Wu'an carried Tu Mi, who was held by him, and walked through quickly.

I don't know if it's a fluke, until he passed through the poisonous gas called Zizhu Mist, he didn't bump into the ghost hand book saint who ranked fourteenth on the rivers and lakes. Occasionally, unlucky decent people bumped into them, and they were all wiped by Zhao Wu'an's sword in an instant.

Usually he is indeed a Buddhist monk who can't bear to be swatted to death by mosquitoes, but tonight, he is not Zhao Wu'an, but Jialan An Xulie.

As the youngest leader of the Leaf-Making Country's Iron Cloak Army, a genius general who led 6,000 people to defeat the 30,000 Hedong Army of the Great Song Dynasty at the age of twelve, Garan Anxulie was by no means a soft-hearted person.

After burying Aunt Lin at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, Zhao Wu'an never planned to return to Ye-making. Twelve years of exile, chased and killed by countless killers of the Great Song Dynasty and the Leaf Creation Dynasties, first in Miaojiang and then into Jiuda Temple, countless times the tiger's mouth escaped and died in nine lives, even if it was Zhao Wu'an, who studied Buddhist scriptures since childhood and never killed indiscriminately, he also knew that if he was not contaminated with blood, he would not be able to live.

The entire two dynasties were battlefields for him. On the battlefield, there is no need to talk about compassion. It is with this belief that Zhao Wu'an has been able to live until now.

Between Hu Buxi and Tu Mi, he finally chose to save Tu Mi. In addition to the fact that he owes Tu Mi's master a favor for Aunt Lin and must pay it back, but also because he knows very well in his heart that Hu Buxi will not be willing to let him be rescued. This man, like Zhao Wu'an, is a person who seeks to survive to the death.

Otherwise, Hu Buxi would not have approached the realm of a grade that most people in the rivers and lakes could not reach in their lifetime at such a young age.

Hu Buxi has a knife. Hu Buxi has a set of self-created knife techniques.

Hu Buxi is only one line away from the realm of one product.

Zhao Wu'an clearly understood what tonight meant to Hu Buxi.

There are many incognito masters who are not ranked above the general list of rivers and lakes, which means that today's level divided by nine products, especially in the first three products, cannot be counted. Zhao Wu'an, a third-grade master outside the two hundred, may not really be two hundred.

But a product has done it again. Once a product is broken in front of everyone's eyes, it will destroy the three miles of rivers and mountains with a thought, and at most it will drive thousands of miles in ten days and kill hundreds of people in one go. All in all, it's a big deal. Even if no one witnesses it, there are always great Dao masters who are very good at observing qi, and can guess whether there are people in heaven and earth who have newly entered the realm of first grade from the changes in the qi of heaven and earth.

That is to say, very few people can quietly enter the first product, even if you are incognito when you are in the second grade, you will also be famous after the first product. Hu Buxi is now unknown in the rivers and lakes, but after tonight, he is very likely to become famous in the world.

Zhao Wu'an escaped from the three miles of Liuye Villa and gradually got rid of the entanglement of the pursuers.

At this moment, the wind stopped.

It's all in a moment.

In the dense forest behind Zhao Wu'an, a golden light suddenly burst out and shot straight into the sky. There are also two bullfighting stars in the sky that suddenly light up, casting purple light and shadow in the distance, as if echoing with each other.

The golden purple glow spreads all over the mountains, and everywhere you go, the sand flies and the stones are gone, and the grass and trees are broken.

But Zhao Wu'an, who was on the edge of the storm, had no wind in his clothes, and he was not even affected at all. It's just that the Bodhisattva in the box trembled slightly, as if he was lamenting the return of the deceased.

Looking from afar, a giant spirit suddenly flashed in the lonely night sky, holding a pen in his right hand and four wheels in his left hand. It lasted only a few moments, and then disappeared again.

Even though it was only for a moment, Zhao Wu'an also knew that this was the ghost hand book Saint Lu Quance, and he did his best.

Regardless of whether Hu Buxi is alive or dead, I am afraid that he has already stepped on the peak of martial arts in half a step, except for He Yanshan, there will be no regrets in this life.

"The duel of the first-class masters, if you can, I really want to see it. Zhao Wu'an muttered.

Tu Mi behind him closed his eyes and didn't move, but he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "He may be dying, aren't you sad at all?"

Zhao Wu'an was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "The little girl's ability to pretend to sleep is not bad, but I didn't even find out." ”

Tu Mi said sullenly: "I have a clear heart trick. ”

"It's the secret of Yan Daozong, your little girl is really lucky. Zhao Wu'an didn't care, buried his head and continued to hurry. The gravel path under his feet was not smooth, and he had to concentrate to ensure that he did not fall.

Tu Mi spat at the back of his neck: "Why don't you save Hu Buxi, you want to save me? Why are you not the slightest sad when he is dying now?"

Zhao Wu'an said leisurely: "Saving you is because of the Su curtain in my box, and it can be regarded as owing your master a favor." I don't feel sad because I know my brother's temperament, he has long put life and death out of the way, and the only thing that can make him nostalgic in this world is the knife, wine, and me, Zhao Wuan. Now that these three things are there, why should he die?"

Xiao Tu Mi was ignorant when he heard this, so he simply leaned on Zhao Wu'an's shoulder that was not injured, and said depressedly: "Why do you owe my master a favor to your sword?"

"Do you want to hear it?" Zhao Wu'an's voice was a little hoarse for no reason, and his eyes were deep.

"Hmm. Tu Mi promised to be clear and shallow.

"Everything, we have to start with the person named Xie Hui. ”

"Sixty years ago, it was not Liuye Villa that was famous in Yangzhou, Jiangnan, but Jiejiazhuang. Xie Hui is the youngest owner of Xie Jiazhuang, his ancestors have been the lowest businessmen for nine generations, but this business is getting bigger and bigger, not to mention Yangzhou, but also all over the Great Song Dynasty. From Leizhou in the south to Xiliang in the north, you can see their banners everywhere. ”

"I have a lot of money. Tu Mi nodded solemnly.

"Xie Hui is the owner of the village, so he is naturally very business-minded, and under his care, Xie Jiazhuang is not an insult to the ancestors. And this Xie Hui, in addition to being rich, prefers to make friends with heroes in the rivers and lakes, and regardless of good or evil. Those who rely on their skills to move around the world are naturally the objects of his friendship, and those who are not worthy of the name and have nothing to show for themselves, or the drunken people in the market who are spurned by everyone, he often treats each other politely, which can be said to be addicted to making friends. At that time, there were two black and white, and two-thirds of them wanted to be his friends. But there are only six people who have the deepest friendship with him. Although the seven of them have never sworn an oath, they have long been friends of life and death, and they call themselves the Seven Sages of the Big Dipper. Among them, there is your teacher's dignity and Taoism, as well as my ancestor Luo Jianqi, and Su Changdi, who was listed as one of the ten scholars of the founding of the Great Song Dynasty. ”

"Sixty years ago, wasn't my master only a teenager, younger than me?" Thinking that the usually cold and lonely master was alive and well sixty years ago, Tu Mi tilted his head suspiciously.

"That's right, Yan Daohuo was only sixteen years old back then, and he was hurt when he first entered Hongchen, of course, it was not Xie Hui's fault. Zhao Wu'an chuckled twice, but was muffled by the thunderous sound of flying sand and rocks three miles behind him.

In order to relieve Yan Dao's work, Xie Hui personally cooked and made a large table of dishes for her, each of which was crystal clear, like snow on Kunlun Mountain that has not melted for thousands of years, known as the Kunlun banquet. I thought it would make Yan Dao live to remember the days of Kunlun Mountain, but she didn't want to arouse her fighting spirit, and she had to taste all the delicious dishes in the red dust one by one before she would give up. ”

Tu Mi couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Was Shizun so fun before?"

However, she didn't finish eating the delicious food of the north and south of the river, and the Khitan went south. Zhao Wu'an's voice suddenly softened, and Tu Mi could hardly hear it.

Xie Hui scattered all his servants overnight, and he didn't know where to put tens of millions of taels of gold, and he hung his sword in armor and went north on horseback. ”

"The people in the rivers and lakes, as soon as they heard that Xie Hui personally went to Flying Fox City, wanted to stop the Khitan and protect the country and the people, they put aside the previous grievances of various sects and went to help Xie Hui. The Cao Gang supplied the ships, the beggars provided the news, and for a time, half of the rivers and lakes were swept to the sixteen states of Yanyun. Under the Flying Fox City, Xie Hui took out 3,000 armor from nowhere and distributed them with the knights of the rivers and lakes who came to help, and everyone knew where his family fortune had gone. ”

Tu Mi was surprised: "This person is really a big hero. A session of businessmen did not seek the interests of the country, but gave up the savings of several generations of their ancestors to protect the country and protect the people. ”

"But forging armor without permission is still a grave sin. Xie Hui's army could not be incorporated into the regular army, so he could only hold in the rear in case of emergency. Because of this, the entire Jianghu army, which was ready to attack, rarely made a move in the operation to recover the sixteen states of Yanyun, and the information obtained was often delayed. In the final decisive battle of the Gaoliang River, it was precisely because Xie Hui received the wrong news that Su Changdi's army was defeated, and Su Changdi never saw Hui again in his life. ”

Tu Mi was speechless.

"The Song army was defeated, Su Changdi was angry and seriously ill, Jiang was killed in the battle, and the situation was turned upside down for a while. If it weren't for the dignity of your teacher, in front of Flying Fox City, you would have blocked the thousands of horses from the south alone, I am afraid that the rivers and mountains of the Great Song Dynasty will be missing a corner again. ”

Zhao Wu'an said lightly: "My master Lin Yun, who is also the daughter of Luo Jianqi, has admired these real heroes who have done their best for the country since childhood, so when he inherited the Seven Swords of Luoshen, Xie Hui and his six friends, each took a part of Dao Yun and put it into the sword. Su Musha's Tao Yun is the 'broken love' of Yan Daohuo. ”

"I see. Tu Mi nodded, realized.

From beginning to end, Zhao Wuan never looked back. Whether it was the giant spirit holding the pen suddenly rushing into the sky, or the light of the two stars of the bullfighting in the air dimmed in an instant, Zhao Wu'an didn't know anything.

He just didn't want to look back. Because Hu didn't like to let him turn back.

During the conversation, the two had already walked out of the dense forest, stepped on the soft lawn under their feet, felt the autumn breeze in their faces, and gradually walked towards the higher ground. Zhao Wu'an took a few steps forward before suddenly stopping.

There was a girl in white standing in front of her, with a fairy posture and no martial arts.

And an old man she was holding looked like he was in his old age, with white hair and wrinkles on his face, as if he might close his eyes at any time and never wake up again.

Zhao Wu'an squatted down and put down Tu Mi on his back, with a serious expression.

Behind the old man, there was a man and a woman. The woman is seductive, and the man is strong.

The bewitching woman hesitated: "The helmsman ......"

The old man just raised his hand slightly, and she didn't dare to say any more.

"Let me have a good talk with this kid. It's been a long time since I've seen anyone carrying a Roselle sword box. How similar his appearance is to the time when Luo Jian Seven-backed Lin Ying came back. ”

His tone was full of nostalgia, and he actually broke free from the support of the girl in white and walked towards Zhao Wu'an.

Zhao Wu'an's hearing was outstanding, and the woman's voice was not low, he had already heard the word "helmsman" from afar, and he was very vigilant at the moment.

Could this person be the helmsman of the Black Cloud Society?

But looking at the figure of this old man, there is no martial arts at all. Even if he used to practice martial arts, in today's years, there is no one in ten martial arts.

"Young man, can you show me the sword box behind your back?" As soon as the words came out, the old man laughed at himself and said with a smile: "Look at me, I am really old and useless. How can a sword case, which is more valuable than life, be shown to strangers at will. ”

Even the second-grade Grandmaster Liu Siye didn't know that the box behind him was filled with a sword!

The old man coughed a few times, his face showed nostalgia, and sighed, "I haven't read this poem for a long time...... Sending a message to the full glory of the red face, should pity the half-dead pulsatilla...... How long can the moth eyebrows be turned? Is my Pulsatilla all right now?"

Zhao Wu'an's eyes were full of fear, and it was difficult to say a word.