The night was dark.

The lights of thousands of homes in Bianliang City have been extinguished by this time.

Outside the city, a young man in a green shirt held a treasure sword, sat among the two-person high, and walked around the city wall like a fly.

"Xiao Huang, you said that guy should probably know the use of the spring buckle now, right?"

With a thoughtful look on his face, the young man spoke to the brass machine man under him.

"Alas...... It's really a wooden fish head. Things that are so impressive, say forget and forget. But it's good to think about it now. ”

He looked at the Yum knife in his hand, and suddenly felt a little nostalgic for the old swordsman who did not hesitate to stain his hands with blood for the sake of the family's great cause.

Tonight the moon is clear and the wind is clear, it is a good day for the soul to return, and I don't know how he is.

Wen Chuanyu sighed lowly.

"Nie Junhuai, you are a good swordsman, you should use the sword. People say that the sword is the weapon of the gentleman, and the sword is the benefit of the reckless man. At least, Wangyue is in your sleeve, and it is not a debt. ”

He gently pulled a wooden handle in front of him, and the mechanical man, who had been walking like a speed, immediately stopped and stopped steadily at the base of a wall.

"Then, it's Zhao Wu'an. ”

Under the shadow of the sky-shading city wall, a ray of moonlight fell into the young man's clear eyes.

“...... Forget it, it's been 20 years, and I can't say that I didn't do anything wrong. Although I didn't kill you in the end, I did hurt a lot of innocent people. According to your logic of benevolence and righteousness, most of the next time we meet, you will still drive me away with a sword......"

Facing the ancient city wall, he gestured and raised the Baisheng knife in his hand.

"Then take this as a gift. Next time we meet, let's have another good competition, Zhao Jushi. ”

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"Zhao Wu'an, the Spring Buckle is a relic of the first emperor, and it also carries the unique legacy of my late father, after a chance, I will not give it again. ”

The young Tianzi seemed to be a little annoyed, and looked at Zhao Wu'an with a cold face.

"Are you sure that this is what you want to ask me for?Pension Jin Wuwei, release Meng Qianlei, and severely punish Lord Luo Yige?"

"Yes. Zhao Wuan replied without hesitation.

The three people who knew his identity were so shocked that they didn't know what to say at this time, and even Su Qinghe, who had always been in the dark, knew that Zhao Wu'an's long-cherished wish must be more than that.

"Boss......" Hu Buxi snorted.

"Zhao Wu'an, why give up this opportunity for my omission?!" Su Qinghe shouted loudly, "You should still have a long-cherished wish......, right?

"I have made up my mind, and I don't need to persuade me anymore. ”

Zhao Wu'an, who was lying on the ground, interrupted Su Qinghe's words without any waves.

"The family of Jin Wuwei is to repay the kindness of the commander, among the ten thousand armies, who opened the road to Tai'anmen for me. ”

"Release Meng Qianlei just because he is innocent. I know that with the prediction of the Qi Observation Master, Gusu has the opposite intentions, but if Meng Qianlei is arrested at this time, the net worth and lives of hundreds of people in the Gusu Meng family and the Tianxian Sect will all become rootless. What I want to save is not Meng Qianlei alone, but half of Gusu City. ”

"As for Luo Yige's lord Wei Feng, he has done a lot of evil in half his life, and he is innocent of death, and the reason why he wants to dispose of him to Jiang Lian is just to repay Jiang Lian and his kindness. ”

He said three reasons lightly, and his head fell lower on the ground.

"I hope that the Holy Body will cut it, and the people's wishes will be fulfilled. ”

The emperor pondered for a moment and said, "Calm down." I will grant you all these three requests. ”

"Thank you. ”

Zhao Wu'an stood up and lowered his head to brush away the dust on his white clothes. The lack of Tianxin and the moon reflects his flawless robe.

"But......" the Emperor hesitated for a moment, "I thought that you would ask for me, and it was the matter of Garan Anxulie. ”

A moment of trance flashed across Zhao Wu'an's face.

He lowered his head, pondered for a moment, then turned his head to look at the people behind him.

An Qingzheng looked at him with concern, and Su Qinghe's face was still stunned.

Hu Buxi had already put away his puzzled expression, and squeezed his eyebrows at Zhao Wu'an with a shy stomach. Zhu Nanzhan couldn't stand it, and raised his hand to give him a burst.

Zhao Wuan chuckled.

When he broke into the rivers and lakes, he had the determination of Jialan Anlie. Kunlun asked, Miao Jiang escaped death, and Jiuda Temple lived for ten years.

Now on Bianliang City, thousands of lights are like stars, the night breeze is blowing, and the white clothes and red boxes are still there.

I have been with the sword for thirteen years, and my generation has long been no one of Penghao.

"Not being able to revive Garan's reputation is the only regret of my life. He said indifferently.

"Still. ”

Zhao Wu'an raised his head again and raised his eyebrows.

"Along the way, there have been many hardships and hardships, and I have lived up to my life. ”

When the words fell.

The whole prosperous Bianliang City.

Four walls, nine towers, seventeen gates, forty-six streets, two hundred and thirty-six floors. Plus behind the Tai'an Gate, the Zichen Palace.

Together, a dazzling splendor of brilliance rises into the night sky and blooms into brilliant fireworks. The night sky was dark, and it was like daylight for a while.

That moment. The bustling ancient city is as dark as eternal night, and there are thousands of lights in the heavenly court, spreading out the sky for ten miles.

A deafening sound permeated the air. The 100,000 catties of gunpowder left by Wen Chuanyu bloomed in an instant, but no one was injured.

The warm-eyed boy didn't want to destroy the city.

He has been planning for ten years, but he just wants to use his talents to present a congratulatory gift to this prosperous capital.

Colorful fireworks burst into the sky, and bright pieces of iron fell from the sky and dotted the shoulders of the city guards.

The soldiers all looked up in amazement, looking at all this in bewilderment. On both sides of the bluestone long street in the city, the old trees hang silver flowers.

In the silver fireworks, the young emperor's pupils were also full of astonishment.

Zhao Wu'an was stunned, then reacted immediately and gave him an indifferent smile back.

"Whether it's things I've regretted not doing, or people I still think I owe it. ”

In a certain village in southern Xinjiang, the Miao prince who poured wine with his head up, and Princess Varan who sat reluctantly beside him.

In front of the pass of Ziyang Prefecture, as a concubine of the dynasty, he still felt that he owed Zhao Wu'an a glass of wine.

There is also a gentle young man who is riding a horse like a horse at this time, and he thinks he has done something bad and hurriedly runs away from Bianliang City.

"I met them, and I lived up to them. ”

Zhao Wu'an leaned down, stretched out his hand and pressed on the Luoshen sword box behind his back, and bowed deeply to the emperor of the current dynasty.

"I also hope that Your Majesty, think more about it in the future. ”

Hearing this, the emperor was stunned and deeply stunned.

He never thought that Zhao Wuan would be such a person.

The young man who came to him after all kinds of hardships, and even questioned him in the Great Xiangguo Temple what he was, his will should have been exhausted in the thorny journey, and only the last obsession of living for the deceased was left.

But Zhao Wu'an was able to let go of all this.

He was able to calmly say the words "no negative life", and he was able to say to the emperor who was completely different from what he thought, "think more about it in the future".

Just like in front of Tai'an Gate, why this white-clothed layman is willing to draw his sword to guard the country, it is also a question that has puzzled the emperor to this day.

But tonight, he seemed to have figured out something, and he didn't seem to understand.

The emperor was still hesitating, but Zhao Wu'an had already stood up straight and handed out something with both hands.

Lying in the palm of his hand was the spring buckle that had long been pinched and changed shape.

Gong E, who was on the side, stepped forward, took the spring buckle from Zhao Wu'an's hand, and sent it back to the emperor. The emperor was still stunned and did not move for a long time.

High platform and far pavilion.

There are thousands of lights above their heads, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains under their feet.

There was once a prince in a white robe, who vowed to make the world unsafe.

There were also white-clothed laymen, whose sword qi was engraved on the wall, which was the four words "there is no peace in the world".

There has never been peace in this world.

In this world, there is no shortage of generous people.

This year, in Bianliang City, the sky is full of fireworks. The back box layman cloth face saint.

Thousands of miles in the world, do not regret this journey.

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Hot summer in June.

There are two large carts on both sides of the road, one carrying dates and the other also carrying dates.

Next to the jujube car, there was a large flat table, full of large porcelain bowls, each bowl was filled with cool mountain spring water, and one penny was enough to drink three bowls.

On the path of three steps away, a grass house was erected, five or six tables in front of the house, more than 20 chairs, a high flagpole was erected, and the word "tea" of dragon flying and phoenix dancing floated on it.

The shade of the trees at both ends is full of greenery, and at the end of the path, a fast horse comes from the dust.

Whether it is a tea seller or a jujube seller, when you see the dust from afar, you will know that there is a terrible person. Even in Bianliang City, thirty miles away from here, the owner of the car is just a little person who can't raise his head no matter where he goes, but he can be a big financier for two or three days here.

The old jujube seller got off the car with a cigarette and urged the children in the jujube cart opposite to quickly take out the sweetest melon.

The child understood, hurriedly climbed under the car, picked up two melons, piled them on the table full of water bowls, and howled: "No sweet, no money!"

On the other side of the teahouse, there were already three small servants, who stopped the road and shouted: "This uncle, stay here!

If you don't know, you think it's a robber who is blocking the way.

Xu was really tired of traveling, and without waiting for any order from the people in the carriage, the coachman jerked the reins, and with a sigh of relief, stopped the horse's front hooves.

A white dress floated out of the car. turned around, opened the curtain, and led a beautiful lady out of the car.

"The two of you are invited here, please this way!" the teahouse maids were happy. A few steps away, the old jujube seller took a sip, threw the scoop in his hand, and fell asleep.

The white-clothed layman declined the invitation to enter the room, picked a table and sat down, and said with a smile: "This place is good." The wind through the hall is cool, and you can also listen to anecdotes about the rivers and lakes. ”

Naturally, the little guys didn't dare to say much, so they responded well, and said quickly: "What anecdotes can there be recently, there is something going on in the capital, and no one in the world dares to make any moves." ”

"Look at what you said, why didn't you move, I heard two days ago that the emperor issued a decree. At the adjacent table, a man who looked like a master grabbed Bai Dao.

The fat coachman who came with him tied up the carriage, and also sat down next to the white-clothed layman, and grinned: "Then let's talk about it, what did the emperor do?"

"The news that just arrived two days ago—" The master patted the scroll on his hand.

"When today's son issued a holy decree to posthumously seal the second prince of the leaf-making who disappeared thirteen years ago, Jialan An Xulie, as the Marquis of Wanhu in the Great Song Dynasty, and his nickname is General You'an!

After saying this, the master didn't expect that the white-clothed layman who had just arrived next door was stunned for a while. Even the two people at the same table with him were stunned.

"What's wrong?" the master didn't know.

The girl in red stretched out her hand and smoothed the monk's frowning brow.

Thirteen years of bitter things, who to talk to.

"Nothing, nothing. ”

The white-clothed layman said, but he couldn't help but burst into tears.

(End of Dragon Rank Candle)