Entering the city from the Yongjin Gate, but in just over half an hour, the three of them went out of the city through the Qiantang Gate. Looking to the west, there is a white sand embankment more than two miles long.

As soon as he approached the West Lake, Hu Buxi became excited again, pointing to the Baisha Causeway and said: "This place is also called Gushan Road, and it is the best view of the West Lake when you walk on it." At the end of the lonely mountain road is the Baoyou Bridge, from where you enter the center of the lake, so walk on it, the scenery of the West Lake is basically all over. Oh yes, there is a tower in that compartment, boss, you believe in Buddhism, go to worship and worship, there are benefits!"

Looking at the fat man who was giggling, Zhao Wu'an clasped his hands together: "I have heard for a long time that Xizi is boating on it, and the name of the broken bridge and remnant snow is also a longing for a long time." ”

As soon as Hu Buxi was about to speak, Zhao Wuan grabbed Bai and said, "But investigate the case first." ”

Hu Buxi was bored, helplessly looked at the white causeway in front of him, and said: "How to check? Every corner of this entire West Lake may be the place where Shi Huan was killed." I can't drain the lake for clues. ”

Zhao Wu'an walked forward and said lightly: "Isn't there a lonely mountain in the middle of the lake? ”

Anyway, he is also in the important position of the head catcher, Hu Buxi is very happy to pay money, and he wanted to rent a big boat for a while, but Zhao Wu'an and Dailou Sangyu agreed to take a small caravan, Hu Buxi obediently rented a small caravan that was no different from Shi Huan, but he didn't look reluctant, hired a boatman offshore, proudly stood on the bow, and had the demeanor of a general.

Dailou Sangyu squatted next to the small red clay stove to roast the fire, and his face was radiant. Zhao Wu'an smiled dumbly and said, "Aren't you afraid of heat?"

"This one is fine. Warm. Dailou Sangyu smiled at him.

Zhao Wu'an turned around, stared at the rippling waters of the West Lake, and said lightly: "You seem to be very happy." ”

"Hmm. Dailou Sangyu has always said much, happy is happy, and she doesn't explain much.

Zhao Wu'an's brows furrowed slightly.

Five people were killed on the Liangzhejiang Road, but the murderer could not be caught, and it is estimated that the officials of the entire road have been sent to search for suspicious characters. The Heavenly Immortal Sect is only a sect of the rivers and lakes, and the path is also clean, and it rarely involves assassination, which is different from Luo Yige. But Luo Yige is just a small organization in Jiangnan Road, and this serial assassination on the two Zhejiang Road is treacherous, and it can be speculated that it is the same person, and Luo Yige, I am afraid it has nothing to do with it.

"Look at it, over there, this bridge is beautiful, right?" Hu Buxi's smug expression overflowed.

Zhao Wu'an and Dailou Sangyu looked at the words when they heard this, the boat was slowly sailing past the end of the white causeway, and the Baoyou Bridge was like a treasure jade belt, quietly tied to the surface of Xizi Lake. The breeze is light, it is the twilight spring season, the lake is full of red, and a piece of beauty is swaying.

Not far away, the Liuhe Pagoda is standing silently. Zhao Wu'an knew about this tower, and also knew that its couplets of "the lamp spreads the wisdom of the samadhi, and the drum responds to the sound of the tide in the August sky", but after experiencing the attack and killing by Xie Yan in the temple in the south of the Yangtze River, he has some disgust with these pure places that have always been favorite Buddhist gates.

Zhao Wu'an suddenly said: "Lonely Mountain." ”

Hu Buxi was taken aback and looked at him in a daze.

Shi Huan left the dock alone, and even if there were boats approaching and accosting him on the West Lake, it was difficult to leave without witnesses. However, the surface of the lonely mountain island of West Lake is gentle, and many deserted places can actually be parked and disembarked. Zhao Wu'an looked at Hu Buxi, "Shi Huan's wine cup was found to be poisonous, but not necessarily, it was the murderer who poisoned him in the cabin." ”

Hu Buxi pondered for a while, nodded and said, "It makes sense." But after that, the murderer always wanted to send Shi Huan back. In order for the small caravan to be discovered before dusk, how the murderer will get out is still a doubt. ”

Zhao Wu'an looked at him and suddenly smiled: "It's very simple. I'm more concerned about how Shi Huan died. ”

Hu Buxi held his cheeks and said: "It is said that it is breath failure, but it is actually very mysterious." How can a man in the prime of life fail in breath?"

"Excessive indulgence?" Zhao Wu'an put forward an idea that was completely inconsistent with the thoughts of laymen.

"Shi Huan can't see the appearance of overindulgence...... Hu Buxi suddenly slapped his palm, "He once said that he wanted to cultivate talent when he traveled to West Lake alone." ”

"Talent is a mysterious thing. As Zhao Wu'an spoke, the boatman had already stopped, put the boat on the corner of the pier, and turned back to a few people: "This is the lonely mountain, I just heard that a few people want to come here?"

Hu Buxi patted his head: "I see that you can't hear clearly when you're old! Do we say that? It's just that my boss mentioned this place......

"Lao Hu. Zhao Wu'an stopped him, "It's okay, I have to go to the island to see the clues anyway." ”

Gushan Island is located in the middle of the West Lake, a small mountain forest, among which there are several elegant residences, although the terrain is not high, but the mountain road is oblique, quite a feeling of walking in the deep mountains and old forests.

Zhao Wu'an suddenly remembered the poem of the former dynasty poet Bai Juyi's "Gushan Temple North Jia Tingxi", but thinking about his peers, whether it was Hu Buxi or Dailou Sangyu, he was afraid that he would not have this Yaxing, so he smiled bitterly and walked along the mountain road, he walked very slowly, while carefully exploring the surroundings.

"Shi Huan's face was blue when he died, and there were no obvious injuries on his body, so he was not strangled to death. Zhao Wu'an pondered, "But his name doesn't have a clear direction, so what is the cause of death?"

Shining.

Looking up and seeing the bamboo forest, Zhao Wuan was shocked.

He grabbed Hu Buxi: "Who are the people who live on the lonely mountain?"

"Probably some well-known talents and talents in Hangzhou, I don't know much about Lao Hu. Looking at the houses scattered in the bamboo forest with awe, Hu Buxi honestly admitted.

The lonely mountain is not big, and if the people who live in it can be determined, then the scope of the murderer will be narrowed a lot at once. Thinking so, Zhao Wu'an wanted to open his mouth to Hu Buxi, and let him investigate these people thoroughly as a convenient identity for catching heads.

But before he could make a sound, a heart-rending scream came from the lake.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Wu'an thundered on his feet, and suddenly rushed towards the source of the scream. He had only run a few steps before Hu Buxi overtook him.

The last to come first, when Hu Buxi rushed to the lakeside, the man in black had not left. Zhao Wu'an caught a glimpse of another person in black in broad daylight from a distance, and couldn't help but sigh What happened to the current assassin killer's brain.

On the shore of the lake, a young man in white was already lying there, blood gushing from his chest and staining the lake red. A girl dressed in plain clothes was kneeling beside him, tears streaming down her face. Hu Buxi took the first step to stand beside the girl and yelled: "Get out of the way, maybe there is salvation!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the man in white who fell to the ground, and his movements seemed to be rough, but in fact, he skillfully avoided all the wounds on his body. Hu Buxi used the handle of the Hu knife to point at several large points on the injured person's body, and the momentum was like wind and thunder, and the girl next to him was suddenly stunned.

The black-clothed murderer behind him was speechless. The sudden killing of the righteous and brave man really startled him, but Hu Buxi's posture with his back to him was simply beckoning him to go up and cut a knife. Killing one is also killing, and two are too, the man in black weighed the long knife in his hand, and suddenly planned to slash at the top of Hu Buxi's head.

But something blocked it. The long knife slashed into the air, sending out a clash of gold and iron. The man in black was stunned for a moment, but when he looked closely, there was obviously nothing in the air.

The most light of the six swords, the poppy beauty, blocked Hu Buxi's back, and Zhao Wu'an was really ready for this guy to be blind and invisible. After all, with the lightness of a poppy, it is just a white line when viewed from the side.

Spare people's lives. Zhao Wuxin had always had this thought in his mind, but he didn't show mercy when he hurt people, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the poppy passed under the assassin's legs and knees, and when the assassin's legs went limp, he shouted and knelt on the spot. As if he was a thief, he raised a knife to kill Hu Buxi, and was decisively cut off the thumb and index finger of his right hand by Zhao Wu'an.

The long knife fell to the ground, and Zhao Wu'an quietly collected the sword back to the box. The whole time, he was standing twenty paces away, and the Assassins didn't even notice him.

At this time, Hu Buxi sighed and gently put the man in white back on the ground, and Zhao Wu'an looked at it from a distance, knowing that he was powerless.

Hu Buxi walked up to the unlucky assassin with a cold face, and Leng Buding slapped the already stunned assassin out of the eyes.

"I'll fuck you. Hu Buxi scolded coldly.

Zhao Wu'an picked up the sword box on his back and hugged his arms around his chest. Hu Buxi can't say that he is not a rough person, and he used scolding to vent, which was not surprising to him. Zhao Wu'an looked at the lakeside, the girl whose cheeks had dried up with tears, and couldn't help but be stunned.

The girl sat down beside the man in white who fell to the ground, her body was graceful, her skin was like cream, her face was clear, but her eyes were dull.

"Mulberry, mulberry. He seemed to have suddenly lost his mind, and called on behalf of Lou Sangyu again and again. Dailou Sangyu, who had been walking behind him and didn't pay much attention to the scene here, listened to his call, walked to his side, and cast a puzzled look.

Zhao Wu'an already had a cold sweat on his forehead, pointed to the girl who had been crying, tried to suppress the tremor in his voice, and said, "You have always been familiar with the portraits of people. Now help me see, that person, that girl, have you ever seen it?"

Dailou Sangyu ran up a few steps, stared at the others generously, and then ran back to Zhao Wu'an's side, nodding coldly and said, "He Yanshan." ”

Zhao Wu'an almost couldn't stand, and was about to fall to the ground with the big box on his back, but was held up by Dailou Sangyu.

"How is this possible. Zhao Wu'an's eyes burst into excitement, "When she saw him again, she didn't react at all?"

At this time, Hu Buxi, who had been scolding the black-clothed assassin for a long time, finally vented his hatred. He turned his head, wanting to comfort the girl behind him who had lost her loved one, but the moment he turned around and saw the girl's face, his body froze.

The summer breeze blows through the shore of West Lake, bringing down a tree of begonias.

There was a long wind blowing through the lack of Helan Mountain, and a young man drove a long car to pass by.

There is a high mountain in the north of the Saibei, called Helan Mountain. The Hu people tamed horses and herded cattle and sheep here, and fought with the Han people here. Generations, born here and died here.

There is a woman named He Yanshan, who first met Hu Buxi seventeen years ago and made an appointment with a matchmaker.

Seeing a gentleman, don't you like it?