At the end of a great war, the Huaixing Pavilion, which had stood under the sky of Bianliang for several years, had finally survived, although it was scarred.

But rather than caring about this historic pavilion, it is obviously the duel between the two masters of the world that is more eye-catching. It was not yet noon, and the news of the fight between Ouyang Zelai and Hu Buxi had spread all over the streets and alleys of Bianliang City.

Jin Wuwei arrived at the scene as soon as possible, but Ouyang Zelai still had a layer of official background after all, Rao was the capital Jinwu, and he didn't dare to act rashly without a killing order, and only a mile away from those Mai people who came from nowhere, temporarily put martial law near Huaixing Pavilion and strictly restricted the entry and exit of idlers.

What is surprising is that less than an hour after the top of Huaixing Pavilion calmed down, Ouyang Zelai had already appeared in the ring of the Male Sword Hundred Meeting, his clothes were not messy at all, and his face was full of spring breeze.

On this day, the Male Sword Hundred Festival went on as usual, but more than an hour later than usual. And until the afternoon, Hu Buxi did not appear again.

After all, there is a lot of discussion in the market, and there are different opinions about where Hu Buxi went. In just half a day, in the underground casino, there are more than half fewer people who bet on Hu Buxi to win the first place.

As the center of the discussion, Hu Buxi didn't care about these things outside of his body at all. It is no different from Ouyang Zelai to fight this game or not, the important thing is that Zhao Wuan can't have an accident.

Therefore, when the people in the rivers and lakes outside were so excited that they were like chicken blood, speculating about the situation one after another, Hu Buxi was walking alone through the silent alleys, looking for Zhao Wu'an's traces.

Outside Huaixing Pavilion, when he passed by the falling Zhao Wu'an, he was not in a hurry to save Zhao Wu'an, but first blocked Ouyang Zelai's pressing momentum for him.

Zhao Wu'an is also a second-grade realm subversion, falling from a height of dozens of feet, compared with the full force of a first-grade master, the former is obviously much easier.

He naturally respects Zhao Wu'an to the core, and his trust is not lacking. Zhao Wu'an fell from that place, even if he definitely couldn't die, no matter what he said, he should be safe.

The problem is that if you want to see people alive and die to see corpses, it's been almost an hour, and Hu Buxi didn't even find Zhao Wu'an's shadow.

"It shouldn't be...... Even if the boss is still entangled in important matters, he should always talk to me about it, right? Why is this nowhere to be found?"

When he turned the corner, a crisp woman's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Hu Buxi turned his head and saw a dozen steps away, and a girl stood in the middle of the alley at some point, with a silk skirt reaching the ground, eyebrows and lips, and slightly red cheeks.

He was stunned, "Zhu Nanzhan?"

Since the day of farewell to Daxiangguo Temple, nearly half a month has passed, and he recognized Zhu Nanzhan at a glance.

Zhu Nanzhan was also slightly stunned, and smiled unexpectedly: "I was seen through all of a sudden...... Hey, little girl, I pretend to be a woman from a good family, and it really doesn't look like it at all. ”

"No, no. Hu Buxi hurriedly said, "This dress suits you very well, and the makeup is also ...... It's better to say that it's a little more flattering than the appearance in the temple. ”

"Really? Thanks for the compliment. ”

Zhu Nanzhan smiled slightly, and the country and the city were captivated. The cold and slender sword in his hand also swayed with a dazzling luster in the sun.

Hu Buxi's gaze moved to the sword, and he was stunned.

When I first saw Daxiangguo Temple, the style of jade hand and flower came to mind again.

Zhu Nanzhan smiled, "Are you looking for this, or are you looking for Zhao Wu'an?"

Hu Buxi's heart tightened, and he reached behind him and pressed the handle of the knife. He still laughed and said, "It's such a coincidence, you also know my boss?"

"It's not a knowing. Zhu Nanzhan responded honestly.

Hu Buxi held his breath and stared.

With a distance of less than twenty steps, if Hu Buxi wanted to strike first, it would only be a moment.

But since Zhu Nanzhan has the ability to put him down empty-handed, he will not be defenseless against his sword. What's more, now Zhu Nanzhan also has a sharp weapon in his hand.

A long silence spread between the two.

After a while, Zhu Nanzhan tilted his head and smiled: "You don't have to be so tense, right?"

Hu Buxi was silent.

"I'm not an enemy of you or Zhao Wu'an, and I've long warned you in the Great Xiangguo Temple not to participate in the Hundred Swords Meeting, but you still came. In that case, it shouldn't be a big deal if I move a little bit, right?"

Hu Buxi frowned, his muscles were violent, and he said angrily: "What happened to the boss?!"

"Don't worry about this, although I stumbled him and removed all the black canopies on the edge of Huaixing Pavilion, this person is very blessed, and he can't die now. Zhu Nanzhan said with a pleasant face, "But what about you? Hu Buxi, why do you have to ignore the previous reminder and come to participate in this Hundred Swords Meeting?"

"What does this have to do with you?"

"Because I want to know. Zhu Nanzhan smiled, "What's the matter? For the sake of this Su curtain in my hand, you won't turn around and leave, right?"

"That's nature! Give me back the sword!" Hu Buxi said angrily.

"I said that Hu Buxi, if you want to ask for others, don't say keep your voice down, at least you have to be a little kinder. If you keep looking like this, I don't want to give you back. ”

Zhu Nanzhan said, making a gesture to cover Su Mu in his sleeve.

Luo Shenjian is connected to Zhao Wu'an's qi machine, even if the master is unconscious, it is difficult for others to control it easily. Why did Zhu Nanzhan make Su Musha so handy, Hu Buxi really couldn't understand it for a while.

But one thing is clear. If he wants to get back this lost sword for Zhao Wu'an, he will inevitably have to suffer a loss.

Hu Buxi let go of the hand holding the knife and compromised: "Then how do you want to return the sword? Also, where the boss has gone, it is best to tell me quickly." ”

"Are you sure you want to do this? If you don't go back before dusk today, you won't have your share?" Zhu Nanzhan pretended to be surprised.

Hu Buxi has green muscles: "Then what can I do! Su Mushu is in your hands, can I still turn around and leave?"

"That's right. Zhu Nanzhan browled his eyebrows, "Although Hu Buxi looks terrible with a knife, he is still a good child." ”

Hu Buxi suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"I said girl, that's not quite right......

Zhu Nanzhan ignored his embarrassment, turned around after taking Su Mu into his sleeves, and said, "Then come with me, lead you to a place, as long as you come out of there, I will return Su Mu to you." If you're fast, you'll be able to catch up with the Male Sword Hundred Meetings when you come back. ”

"Do you want to go out of the city?" asked Hu Buxi.

"Clever. But don't worry, it's not far at all. Zhu Nanzhan wrote lightly.

She led the way straight ahead, picking sparsely populated routes, so she didn't attract much attention until she approached the city gates. Countless ordinary people in the city would not know if they wanted to break their heads, and they were talking about Hu Buxi, so they walked leisurely past the place separated from them by the wall.

Zhu Nanzhan led him through the criss-crossing alleys, and his steps did not hesitate at all.

"How long have you lived here?" Hu Buxi couldn't help but wonder.

Since Bianliang is the capital of the country, it is naturally famous, and people who can remember every street so clearly should be seventy or eighty years old, but Zhu Nanzhan is still a young girl.

"Twenty-three years. Since I was born, I have not left a single step. ”

"You're twenty-three years old and haven't married yet?" Hu Buxi doesn't like which pot to open and which pot to mention.

Zhu Nanzhan turned his face away and glanced at him fiercely. Hu Buxi hurriedly shrank his head.

Leaving the city from the side gate, a small road on the outskirts of the city leads into a large field with several cottages scattered among the fields, and smoke curls from the cooking.

This was a village scene that was no different from other places, but Zhu Nanzhan seemed to have other plans, deliberately leading Hu Buxi straight to a certain place.

It is said that when the farmhouse is less idle, now happens to be the most idle time of the year. Zhu Nanzhan and Hu Buxi walked on the ridge one after the other, raising their eyes and looking into the distance, only to see a few peasants, bending down to work in the field.

"That's it. ”

Zhu Nanzhan stopped in front of a farmhouse, his eyebrows calm.

Hu Buxi stood behind her and plucked his nostrils disapprenously: "Where is this?"

"It depends on what you think. If you have good in your heart, this place is Great Bliss, and if you have evil in your heart, this place is Ahsa Hell. Zhu Nanzhan said lightly.

Hu Buxi doesn't know why.

Just as Zhu Nanzhan continued to explain, the door to the farmhouse suddenly opened.

Hu Buxi looked at the people who came out of it in a daze.

Silk clothes and old clogs, black hair like laxatives, face like pearls, shell teeth and red lips.

It can be said that he is a person who thinks about it and haunts his dreams.

Hu Buxi relied on a knife to fight all over the country, and fought against many first-class masters without falling behind, but he was willing to be deceived by her once.

The woman, who didn't know whether it was Qiao Xi or He Yanshan, didn't notice Hu Buxi and Zhu Nanzhan, who were close at hand, carried a bucket out of the door of the farmhouse, and walked along the ridge to a well not far away.

Hu Buxi opened his mouth, reached out and grabbed his hair again. He was already quite unkempt, and his original messy hair became a bird's nest as soon as he grabbed it.

After grabbing his hair, Hu didn't need to open his mouth again, but he still didn't make any sound. His hand reached behind his waist and touched the small beard knife that had been with him for many years.

"Why don't you go to her? meet her, catch up with the past, or let go of everything outside of your body and accompany her to the ends of the earth. ”

Zhu Nanzhan muttered slowly, "Whether she remembers you or not, but for a man who is willing to give up all his fame and status for her, no matter what, she can't hate it." What are you hesitating about, Hu Buxi?"

Qiao Xi walked farther and farther, and Hu Buxi opened his mouth with difficulty for the third time, and finally said something, his voice was still hoarse.

"Why do you know so much?"

"Because I have a Buddha in my heart. I heard that Zhao Wu'an also used to be a layman, and he knows no less than me, right?"

Hu Buxi scratched his head and made a bitter face: "If I just leave like this, what will happen to the boss? Bianliang is dangerous, and Su Musha hasn't taken it back yet." ”

"You're an indomitable swordsman, you shouldn't think about so many things, right?" asked Zhu Nanzhan.

"That's not right. Hu Buxi shook his head.

"Oh?" Zhu Nanzhan was slightly surprised.

Hu Buxi paused, and once again glanced deeply at Qiao Xi, who was gradually walking away.

She is now a dignified jasper girl, although the appearance of carrying a bucket is distressing, her back is still strong.

Hu Buxi coughed and said with a smile: "No." ”

"What, no?" Zhu Nanzhan exclaimed in surprise.

"Well, no. Hu Buxi nodded and laughed silently, "No, I won't go." Qiao Xi or He Yanshan didn't go. ”

The affairs of the world are not difficult in the word "good", but the most difficult in the word "no".

Zhu Nanzhan's hair moved slightly, and his eyes deepened.

And Hu didn't like it, just laughed.

Grim sneer, laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing, all laughing on his face.

Not going.

So said the man with the sword.