Twenty years have passed, and Zhao Wu'an still has Jin Ge Iron Horse in his dream.

The bare brute-chested, copper-colored man, with his hair braided in bundles hanging all over the back of his head, and white bone rings on his hands and ankles, swooped down from the hillside with a crescent-like scimitar in his hand.

From the appearance to the contact, only a dozen breaths passed, and the guards holding the honor guard didn't even have time to pull out the long knives at their waists, and the breath of death was already on their cheeks.

The blood of the leaf-making man was splashed with the cold scimitar, and a scarlet pillar erupted from the skull that rolled down the yellow sand, staining the dark green pouch hanging from the barbarian's waist.

Among the countless dreams, only this time, the delicate dark green pouch was so clear in Zhao Wu'an's eyes. It was as if he had been presented to him with both hands.

The massive scimitar slashed through the sky and slammed straight into the top of his head.

Zhao Wu'an shuddered, opened his eyes, and the hellish scene disappeared immediately, but cold sweat soaked his whole body.

An Qing stayed by the bedside with concern, and when she saw him wake up, she breathed a sigh of relief, and said with concern: "Nightmare?"

"How long have I been asleep?" Zhao Wu'an struggled to get up.

An Qing didn't stop, "Four hours." ”

Zhao Wu'an was stunned for a moment, looked back at the window, and the western sky was already blood-red.

He smiled wryly: "That's almost a whole day's sleep." ”

"It's okay, the Hundred Swords Hundred Meetings haven't opened yet, and it's still a long time before the seven-day appointment, so let's sleep a little more while I can rest now." ”

Xu is Zhao Wuan's performance in the past two days really scared her, An Qing's words were very gentle, and her eyes were full of distress.

Zhao Wu'an sighed, didn't agree or refuse, just sat quietly on the bed, stretched out his hand to support his forehead. "I dreamed about something. ”

"What's that?"

"A pouch. Zhao Wu'an thought about it again, but he could only say this, "Tied to the waist of a Khitan person, it can be said about workmanship...... But it's completely Han Chinese stuff. ”

An Qing didn't know why: "You dreamed of a Khitan man wearing a Han bag?"

Zhao Wu'an closed his eyes, trying to recall the details of the dream. It is like a broken mirror resuming its original state, like a magnificent lake gradually returning to its lonely calm.

"I didn't dream about it. Suddenly, he said again.

An Qing was stunned: "What?"

"That's what happened. Zhao Wu'an said word by word, "That was the fourth year of Tianxi, and what really happened." ”

An Qing was completely stunned. Zhao Wuanti was in the fourth year of Tianxi, and she was not even born at that time.

Zhao Wu'an lowered his eyebrows and sighed: "The closer I get to Bianliang, the more I will dream of that day." thought that if he hadn't been ridden by the Khitan iron horse at that time, he might still be in Bianliang City now, and he would be a prince who had no worries about food and clothing. ”

"Is Garan Anxulie?" An Qing finally understood what he meant.

"But he died after all. Died under the Khitan iron horse, and was split by a scimitar. Zhao Wu'an said lightly, "I seem to have completely forgotten what he looked like when he died, and I seem to remember everything clearly, even the bag on the waist of the person who killed him." ”

His words carried a sense of enlightenment, and An Qing was so frightened that she held her breath.

"Is there any mystery to that bag?" she asked cautiously.

Zhao Wu'an nodded lightly.

"What's that?" An Qing hurriedly asked.

"I don't know. Zhao Wu'an shook his head again, "With just a pouch, I can't be sure of anything." ”

Seeing that Zhao Wu'an had no intention of continuing, An Qing couldn't help but bow down a little helplessly. She reached out and gently tugged at Zhao Wu'an's sleeve.

"Then let's sleep a little longer, sleep too much...... You may not be able to remember it, but aren't you a lazy person? When you can be lazy, you must not be busy, right?"

In the watery twilight, An Qing bent her eyebrows and smiled slyly at Zhao Wu'an.

Zhao Wu'an shook his head.

An Qing was stunned, Chu Chu bit her lip, but she didn't know what to say.

"You sleep. ”

Gently dropping such a sentence, Zhao Wuan walked out the door.

At dusk, the sky is full of fire clouds.

There were faint bursts of cheers and cheers from the west of the city, soaring into the sky. The Hundred Male Sword Meetings have already opened, and Hu Buxi has been fighting until now, but he is afraid that he has become red-eyed.

He wasn't worried about who Hu Buxi would lose at the conference two days ago, but he was inevitably a little melancholy when he thought of those opponents who had lost under his sword without any suspense.

Those teenagers, maybe like Yan Daohuo and Jiang when they entered the sea, entered the rivers and lakes for the first time with a knife, and with their yearning and longing for the rivers and lakes, they came to this Bianliang City thousands of miles away to fight with the heroes of the world.

The rivers and lakes are treacherous places, some people come in excitement, some people return disappointed, but there is always a fight, a high and low.

Zhao Wu'an stood silently in the court for a while, and the dark green pouch in his dream flashed in his mind again.

He smiled bitterly, "What is this?" ”

Soon after dark, Hu Buxi, who was sweating profusely, returned to the small courtyard.

An Qing had already bought two vegetarian foods from the market, and Zhao Wu'an lit a fire and cooked them. Hu Buxi pushed the door and entered when the two were eating silently.

"Are you back?" Zhao Wu'an asked nonchalantly.

"That's not it! I was tired to death after a day of fighting. Hu Buxi sat down by the fire with emotion, took Zhao Wu'an's spoon without seeing it, and poured a big mouthful of soup with his head up.

"But those juniors are really not enlightened. He shook his head and sighed.

"Got a tricky one?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

"Not really. Several of them were desperately defending and refused to attack, and I didn't want them to lose too ugly, so I had to fight a little bit more. He shook his head, "It's a pity, these juniors are too unscrupulous." When they realize that the true meaning of the sword technique is not to retreat but to move forward, this can go deeper. Hey, speaking of which, the father and son of the Han family also played together. ”

Zhao Wu'an was slightly surprised: "Han Kuo and Han Xiuzhu?"

"That's right!" it should be the name!" Hu Buxi said, "neither of them lost, and the father won one more game than the son, and they all fought in quick battles, and they didn't see any fame." That kid isn't to be afraid, the old one might be a little bit powerful. ”

"Hmm. Even on the day I entered the Han Mansion at night, I actually couldn't get him to do it personally. Zhao Wu'an bowed, "The eldest and youngest heads of the Han family have all gone to the competition, so who will preside over this conference?"

"Who else can there be? Hu Buxi said as a matter of course.

Zhao Wu'an was stunned: "Ouyang Ze is coming?"

"Except for him, no one has this prestige, right?"

Zhao Wu'an frowned, and said to himself: "Not quite right. That night, it was obviously him who went to visit Han Kuo that made me escape powerfully......"

"Boss, what do you mean?" asked Hu Buxi.

Zhao Wu'an suddenly paused and shook his head. "Nothing, I think too much. ”

The next two days flew by.

Zhao Wu'an and An Qing cowered in the small courtyard prepared by Su Qinghe, not moving an inch all day, while Hu Buxi went out early and returned late every day, sending one opponent after another to the ring of the competition. In the past few days, there have been fewer and fewer people in the ring of the Chengxi Competition, but the cheers have become higher and higher.

From beginning to end, Zhao Wu'an didn't go to the Xiongdao Baihui to take a look.

Until the early morning of the fourth day.

When Hu Buxi sat at the table and took care of the knife, Zhao Wuan also got up, changed into clean clothes, and went to the courtyard to wash his face.

Seeing that Zhao Wu'an rarely changed into a new clothes, Hu Buxi guessed what he was going to do.

"Boss, go to the Criminal Department first, or go to Huaixing Pavilion first?" Hu Buxi asked, "It's all on this day, right?"

"Jiang Lian didn't make an appointment, so I went to Huaixing Pavilion to wait for him first. Su Qinghe, please take a trip there. Zhao Wu'an said.

After all, it's just a confession, and it's carried by Hu Buxi, a first-class master, and of course it's a little safer.

Hu Buxi grinned: "Okay, boss, you can go with confidence, I will definitely hand over the confession of the Lord of Luo Yi Pavilion to you before sunset today!"

Zhao Wu'an smiled: "Okay." ”

"Hey, yes, we're both gone, what should Anwazi do?" Hu Buxi asked, "Leave her here alone again?"

Zhao Wu'an turned his head and glanced at An Qing, who was still asleep, through the window.

"Let's do it first. The place prepared by Su Qinghe is quite safe. Zhao Wu'an said, "If it is not a last resort, I still don't want her to be in danger." ”

"Okay, boss, you go slowly! I'll be on to the west of the city in a moment. Hu Buxi waved goodbye heartily.

Zhao Wu'an also waved his hand, and then pushed the door out.

Even when the sky was still bright, Bianliang City was already full of traffic. Among them, of course, there are many people who go to the west of the city to see the strange event of the Xiongdao Hundred Meeting, and most of the officials who are in high positions above the temple have already got up and rushed to the central axis road, waiting for the time to enter the palace to face the saint.

Huaixing Pavilion is only one street away from the Han family's mansion, and the Xiongdao Hundred Meetings are held by the Han family, of course, it also opens up a vacant land outside the Han Mansion. Therefore, although Zhao Wuan and Hu Buxi went out one after another, there was no difference in their routes.

Gathering his qi, Zhao Wu'an blended into the crowd of people who went to the Xiongdao Hundred Association in the west of the city, and listened to the people around him talk about the few swordsmen who had come to show off their style in the past few days, and was silent.

Although there was an earth-shattering battle outside Bianliang City, Hu Buxi also said that Duan Hunttian was not seriously injured. According to Duan Hunting's temperament, he will not miss such a fortunate event as meeting the male sword Baihui in his life.

At first, Zhao Wuan just thought that he would attend the meeting incognito, and he would definitely show his edge when he came to power. But in the blink of an eye, it was the third day, and after listening to the conversation of passers-by along the way, he had never heard anyone similar to Duan Hunttian, and he couldn't help but feel frustrated.

In order to avenge his old friend, Duan Hunttian, who was willing to be sent to the Nie family's swordsman, where was he at this time?

Since waking up in Bianliang City, Zhao Wu'an always had an illusion in a trance, as if everything that happened outside the city that day disappeared without a trace after he entered the city.

Very different from Jiang Longyi's teahouse, Huaixing Pavilion is a restaurant, at least six floors below.

When asked by Zhao Wu'an how to get to the top floor, the doorkeeper looked shocked.

"This lord, Hugh said you, even I have never been on the top floor of our Huaixing Pavilion. ”

Zhao Wu'an was stunned. He didn't know much about Bianliang, and he had only heard of Huaixing Pavilion before, but he didn't know what kind of building it was.

"Are the common people not allowed in?" he asked tentatively. But he didn't have much expectations in his heart, Jiang Lian couldn't be a child of the royal family no matter how he thought about it.

"It's not this ......," the little guy shook his head in embarrassment, "The roof of this building is always locked by a big gold lock, and only one person can open it." He didn't agree, and no one could go up. ”

"His surname is Jiang?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

"Nope. The little guy replied, "His surname is Ouyang." ”