When there was tension in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Zhao Wuan was completely unaware, and walked straight along the central axis of the temple as if angry, intending to simply leave this Daxiangguo Temple.

Twenty years of bitterness and countless sleepless nights, Zhao Wu'an was thinking about how to justify Jialan's name.

The truth of everything is in Bianliang, and before arriving in this city, he still has no confidence in his heart.

If he continued like this, he wouldn't be so uncomfortable. It's just that things just stopped at the moment of dawn, and then fell straight into the darkness, and it was difficult for Rao is Zhao Wuan to bear.

The fall of hope has never been more heart-wrenching than despair.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and the temple was still sparsely populated, except at the main entrance, where a group of people in sackcloth were crowded as if stacked.

Only then did Zhao Wu'an remember that as the prime minister of the imperial court, Fan Zai had let all his Mai people surround this place before he came to the Great Xiangguo Temple.

Although most of these people stopped them from entering or leaving, the thought of dealing with those difficult Mai people made Zhao Wuan have a headache for no reason.

He just wanted to find a place to rest for a while. Even if he can't rest, it doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't force him to recognize the facts immediately.

Zhao Jushi also rarely wants to leave the world once.

After a long life as a layman, such an experience was the first for him.

Zhao Wu'an simply turned the horse's head halfway, picked a random direction, and planned to go there to pick a meditation room to sit in.

However, before he could take a step, there were several strange noises at the door.

Zhao Wu'an, who couldn't hold back his curiosity, turned around to look, and found that the few Mai people who were still standing at the door before had retreated to both sides at some point, bowing their bodies with respectful eyebrows.

But where they let go, Zhao Wu'an clearly didn't see anyone.

"Dazzled?" Zhao Wu'an thought to himself.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, a cold wind wrapped in knife qi came to his face.

An icy blade appeared on his neck without warning. The blade of the knife is close to the skin, and the slightest force can cause blood to bleed.

Zhao Wu'an was so shocked that he held his breath for a while.

In the empty aisle, a sigh-like old voice sounded: "Let him go, Han Jiege." ”

"Why?" asked another voice, "the last time you begged me to open the net, this time, has it become direct disobedience? When did the emperor's words sound so useless to you?"

Han Jige?

His life hung by a thread, Zhao Wu'an didn't dare to make a sound, but his brain was running rapidly.

If the intelligence of Jiang Lian, Han Xiuzhu and the others was not wrong, then on the day he entered the city, it was Han Jiege, who made this Qingying Sword Technique, who rescued him from Nie Junhuai's men.

But since he saved Zhao Wu'an, why did he come to kill him now?

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Spring is buckled in Han Kuo's hand, although Hu Buxi thinks that it is not an important thing, but how to say that Zhao Wu'an has also been pursuing it for decades, plus Prime Minister Fan next to him, it seems that he has the meaning of peace talks, and rash action will hurt the harmony, so he is also stalemate for a while.

Han Kuo didn't give him a chance to continue the stalemate and stall for time, but named a Qi Guan Master who wanted to see Jiuda Temple, urging him to become more and more urgent.

"You don't even know where that Qi Viewer is, what is his name, how can we help you find it?" Jiang Lian, who had no merit and no power, and therefore had much less pressure than the other two, asked rhetorically.

Han Kuo smiled and said, "You don't need to look for it, it's a Qi Viewer, and the energy of the entire capital is under her control." I want to see her here, won't she know?"

Fan Zai closed his eyes, shook his head in resignation, and said, "You will be punished, Han Kuo." ”

Han Kuo said: "Each other. ”

He laughed with a hideous meaning, like a ghast that had fallen into a ghost prison and was haunted by it. The steady gentleman in the ring is long gone.

How can a person change so much in such a short period of time, Hu Buxi has always been very confused.

However, there is a possibility, that is, Han Kuo has always been such a character. It's just that if you sit in a high place for a long time, you will inevitably put on a mask that conforms to the legends of the rivers and lakes, which is not too much.

Only the character of this deity made Hu Buxi feel disobedient.

Just thinking about these things, next to the incense burner in front of the main entrance of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, another figure appeared.

Different from the three people in the temple, the shadow that came under the twilight at this time was graceful, but not dignified and elegant, just looking at the back to know that it was a beautiful embryo.

Hu Buxi's eyes straightened.

But not because of the woman's face. Although Zhu Nanzhan was indeed born extraordinary.

The oncoming person, wearing a long feathered phoenix crown, a sleeve-like long shirt was replaced by a bright red wide-sleeved skirt with a narrow middle and wide top, and a pair of luxurious boots were also stepped on his feet, and when he walked, he made a slight clicking sound on the green bricks.

Zhu Nanzhan, who changed into a court suit, couldn't see the feeling of a layman at all, his face was dignified and plain, and he didn't smile.

Han Kuo laughed wildly and said, "But it didn't disappoint me, the Qi Viewer really came!"

"If you don't come, wouldn't it be boring for you to sing and reconcile yourself here?" Zhu Nanzhan replied as a matter of course.

Han Kuo laughed: "That's right, if you don't come, I'm really boring!"

"What if I'm here?" Zhu Nanzhan disagreed.

"You will know about this in a moment, let me ask you first, where is the unique true dragon in this world?"

Zhu Nanzhan tilted his head disapprovingly, and replied decisively: "In the Zichen Hall of the Imperial City, on the throne of Jinluan, there is the only true dragon in this world. ”

"That's right. Han Kuo nodded clearly, "But unfortunately, it won't be anymore soon." ”

Zhu Nanzhan frowned.

In an instant, Han Kuo rushed forward with his sword.

"Let's take my life!"

The bright blade pointed directly at Zhu Nanzhan's soft and boneless waist.

"Danger!" Hu Buxi rushed over.

A trace of panic flashed in Zhu Nanzhan's eyes, and he still shouted, "Get out of the way!"

However, it was still a step too late.

Hu Buxi stood three feet behind Zhu Nanzhan, but he was the last to come first, Hu Dao was close to Zhu Nanzhan's waist and handed it out, steadily blocking Han Kuo's knife, and holding Zhu Nanzhan's shoulder with the other hand.

A cruel smile appeared in Han Kuo's eyes: "Heroes save beauty, so chic!"

Hu Buxi didn't dare to be distracted, but Zhu Nanzhan in his arms raised his eyebrows and scolded angrily: "Stupid, you!"

Before Hu Buxi, who was scolded for no reason, could respond, there was a plop behind him.

Hu Buxi was stunned for a moment, swung away Han Kuo's Mo knife, and subconsciously looked back, only to find that Jiang Lian had fallen to the ground at some point, his body twisted into a ball, and his expression was painful.

And the old prime minister who could turn the clouds and rain with one hand in the Great Song Dynasty had a bright knife hanging from his neck at this time.