A plate of hot tomato scrambled eggs was served, although it was a small shop outside the wilderness, and it didn't hurt to slaughter people, but this shop was very conscientious, and the number of eggs was not at all small, and even faintly surpassed the tomatoes. An Qing was already half tired from running and chasing all the way, and now when she saw such a plate of scrambled eggs that was worth eating, her mood suddenly jumped.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wu'an grabbed a chopstick and put it in his mouth, smashing it, smashing it, eating very happily.

An Qing was angry: "Aren't you a vegetarian?"

Zhao Wu'an squinted at her, and before he could answer, he suddenly vomited and spit out the scrambled eggs he had eaten before. An Qing was stunned with chopsticks, neither eating nor not eating. Looking at the appearance of this plate of scrambled eggs, it won't be unpalatable like this, right? Or is it that Zhao Jushi is used to vegetarian clothes, and suddenly eats this kind of delicacies in the world, and he can't adapt to it for a while?

I saw that Zhao Wu'an, who would vomit when he ate scrambled eggs, rinsed his mouth with tea, his face was a little abnormal, and he ordered lightly: "Don't eat it, it's poisonous." ”

"Huh?"

An Qing and An Guangmao were both startled by his sudden words.

Zhao Wu'an drank another full cup of tea before he said in a serious and slow tone: "From now on, don't eat or drink any food, except for those you bring." Until you and I are separated and return to Qingdi Township. Actually, it's better to separate now, but walking at night is too dangerous and more likely to cause accidents. So, don't eat dinner yet, sleep for the night, and leave tomorrow morning. ”

An Guangmao was worried: "Zhao Jushi?"

Zhao Wu'an shook his head, stretched out his hand, and deliberately shook the plate of scrambled eggs in front of An Qing, and most of the dishes fell out of the plate.

Zhao Wu'an called a small servant, cleaned up the table, and then personally poured a glass of water for An Qing: "There should be nothing wrong with this water, I have drunk it." ”

An Qing drank the water in fear, with Zhao Wu'an's words before, she now felt that there were strange eyes all around, and finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in her heart, approached Zhao Wu'an and asked quietly, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Wu'an picked up a white radish and said: "Nine years ago, I walked less than three hundred miles from the southern border of the Great Song Dynasty to Jiuda Temple, and all the women who spoke to me were poisoned and killed. ”

He raised his eyes, and there was a rare anger and unwillingness in his eyes: "There are twenty-nine people in total, all without exception." ”

An Qing was terrified when she heard this, but she still asked, "Why?"

Zhao Wu'an didn't seem to want to answer anymore, so he buried his head in eating. An Qing and her father glanced at each other, and they also felt very helpless, after all, Zhao Jushi had too many secrets, he didn't want to say it, just by relying on the two of them, he couldn't ask why.

Seeing that a meal is coming to an end.

A guest wearing a hat made a deliberate detour as he finished settling the bill, left the table, and walked to the door. Perhaps because the child at the table in front of him was too noisy, he walked over from behind. Along the way, I passed by the table of Zhao Wu'an and the others.

Under the hat, his face could not be seen clearly, he just quietly raised his arm, as if to wipe the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and raised his hand. Empty sleeves, suddenly windless automatic.

Everything is only in an instant.

Zhao Wu'an quickly threw out the chopsticks and flew straight to the cuffs of the hatster, as if lightning was in the palm of his hand.

Almost at the same time, a palm-sized scorpion emerged from the hate's empty sleeve, with a black shell and white eyes, and a little scarlet on the tip of the thorn behind the tail.

A pair of chopsticks stabbed straight into the scorpion that had just come out of the cuff, and actually broke through the hard shell of the scorpion, like two sharp swords, piercing straight into the flesh.

Zhao Wu'an and the hat-taker looked at each other, and Zhao Wu'an smiled: "I'm getting bolder and bolder." ”

The hatsman swooped forward, and Zhao Wu'an raised his foot and kicked him back. The force of this kick was too great, and Zhao Wu'an himself almost fell off the chair, and the hatsman took a few steps back, stabilized his figure, and raised his sleeves again.

Zhao Wu'an frowned. An assassin of this level, it is impossible to have more than one murderous Gu in his sleeve, he has already killed that scorpion, how can he have a follow-up move?

The cuffs are facing An Qing. An Qing didn't react to what was going on, and bit her chopsticks blankly.

At this moment, a nameless wind came, and rolled up the sleeves of the hateers, revealing eight hidden arrows on each wrist.

At sixteen o'clock, the cold light came overwhelmingly, and Zhao Wuxin secretly said that it was too late.

Do you want to see this kind of bloody thing happening before your eyes? Will the number of women killed because of yourself rise to thirty after tonight?

Zhao Wu'an clenched his fists, but understood that what he did was useless.

Suddenly, a figure flipped over the table and rushed forward. Like a tiger descending the mountain, like Pangu opening the sky.

An Guangmao is a soldier who has fought on the battlefield with real knives and guns for more than ten years.

The army marches in formation, and the most taboo is the uneven strength between the soldiers. The strength of the army is secondary, and if there is an unborn general who can ride a thousand, it is not difficult to use a weak brigade to win a hundred battles. It's just that if the four or five sergeants in the same array have a difference in strength with each other, and this compartment can stop that compartment but is trampled by iron horses, the group still can't escape, and they all have to become the ghosts of Khitan barbarians.

An Guangmao was a guard back then.

Among the five armies, the guards have always been held by warriors with amazing strength, and they can get the most favorable treatment in the army. The price was that every time an army was defeated, the Guards would inevitably fight until the whole army had retreated. The robes on the battlefield back then were nine times out of ten.

An Guangmao is just a surviving undead, and that part of the memory will always be sealed with the dead brothers, and this body that remains in the world to walk is difficult to cool for ten years.

The commander of the Tiger Battalion of the Eastern Army commanded the soldiers and horses, so that An Guangmao, the fifteenth Guards under his command, drew his sword again after 20 years, and cut out sixteen pieces of light and shadow in one breath, and the knife was in the middle.

Sixteen Hidden Arrows were cut into thirty-two pieces and scattered all over the ground.

An Qing behind him was already pale with fright.

Such a huge movement of the hat-bearer had already attracted the attention of many people, and now that he saw him shoot an arrow, a man of great physique at a table in front of him immediately pounced on him from behind, and crushed him to the ground with an elbow. Some of the men next to him saw that the hatsman was still struggling, and they also helped to subdue him.

Zhao Wu'an also breathed a sigh of relief, helped An Guangmao sit down, took the knife that he couldn't hold now, quietly put it on the table, and said in a low voice: "Thank you." ”

To protect his daughter, Zhao Wuan didn't need to thank him. But An Qing's life has other meanings for Zhao Wu'an.

He could no longer tolerate such a thing.

Zhao Wu'an's tone was cold: "Deliberately kill someone, send it to the yamen." ”

An Guangmao grabbed Zhao Wuan, Zhao Wuan turned around, and saw An Guangmao's lips moving. Zhao Wu'an leaned closer and heard what he asked clearly: "Why did you kill my daughter?" ”

Zhao Wu'an was a little helpless, and looked up at the hatholder.

An Guangmao repeated: "Ask." ”

"Why kill her. Zhao Wu'an's words were unwavering, and his eyes were dark.

The hatper had been torn off in the process of struggling, and several sturdy men forcibly dragged him out. At the last moment of leaving the inn, the hatsman suddenly shouted: "Zhao Wu'an! I, eight hundred men in Miaojiang, will make you unsafe for the rest of your life!"

You will never be at peace.

Zhao Wu'an laughed.

He turned his head to the shopkeeper who was still stunned behind the wine bar, and folded his hands, and then said respectfully to everyone in the inn: "Let you be frightened." Zhao is a layman of Jiuda Temple, thank you for your help, he will return to Jiuda Temple one day, and will recite a merit for you in front of the Buddha. ”

An Guangmao's sixteen strong swords had already been exhausted, and he had no strength to speak at this moment. Zhao Wu'an helped carry it to the upstairs guest room, and as soon as his head touched the pillow, he immediately snored loudly. Zhao Wu'an checked his pulse, nothing unusual, so he put his mind at ease and hung the long knife that he must have cherished very much on the head of the bed. The scabbard was old, scratched, and stained with wine and blood that could not be washed.

The night was deep, the stars were dry, and the oil lamp was withered, only to hear Zhao Wu'an say lazily: "If the sixteen sleeve arrows stabbed me at that time, and didn't hurt you, I'm afraid your father wouldn't be able to wield this shocking sixteen swords." ”

An Qing sat at the head of the bed in a daze, obviously not coming back to her senses until now. After listening to Zhao Wu'an's evaluation that I don't know if it is praised, I was stunned and asked, "Is there something wrong with him?"

"It shouldn't be a big deal. I'm not Langzhong. Zhao Wu'an smiled self-deprecatingly, exited the door, and didn't stay with the father and daughter for too long, "Let's rest and leave tomorrow." ”

The wooden door creaked shut, and An Qing was shocked as if she had just woken up from a dream, and a tear somehow flowed down her cheeks, wetting the bright red clothes.

A total of two rooms were opened, and Zhao Wu'an naturally occupied one alone.

Locked the door, unloaded the large box that had been carried for a day, and respectfully put it on the welt and put it on the head of the bed, making sure that it was in a position that could be reached as soon as he stretched out his hand, Zhao Wuan breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.

The restaurant next to the official road is mostly occupied by long-distance travelers, who get up early and go to bed early at night. After a while, Zhao Wu'an felt that the lights outside were all extinguished one by one.

Dead. He sighed imperceptibly, and said lightly: "Even if you like me, you don't need to kill all the women around me, right? ”

A shallow girl's voice came from outside the window: "Who wants to like you, dead sleeves." ”

Hearing the familiar voice, the murderous hatred in Zhao Wu'an's eyes gradually dissipated unconsciously. He propped up his head on the ground, took a deep breath, and said helplessly: "Sometimes, I will have no choice." ”

In April of that year, the grass grew and the warbler flew.

The scarred boy fell to an unfamiliar land with a heavy sword case on his back.

Miasma was swirling, and all kinds of poisons that ordinary people avoided crawled over him. In the last moments before losing consciousness, the boy heard a jingle of silver bells.