The ancient city has stood for a hundred years, the sun rises and the moon sets, and the city has also walked through countless figures.

The beauties will be the same, and the wandering gluttons will all rise and fall in this river and lake. Life is only a hundred years, Hugh said that it is an eternal heaven and earth, even for this wall, a hundred kinds of lives are no different.

Bianliang rings around the city for a week, with a total of seventeen gates, all of which are heavily guarded. Among them, there are only four gates by the river, and only one Wansheng gate, and a nearby section of the city wall allows civilians to climb.

In the gate top tower, there are also official families who build pavilions here, and set up private rooms for people to enjoy leisurely. Of course, rare things have always been priceless, and if it weren't for a person with a strong family, he would never dare to think that he would be able to put down a feast in the Wanshengmen Tower in this life.

Zhao Wu'an carried a box in white clothes and walked up the stairs from the side of Wansheng Gate.

Half of the majestic Bianliang also gradually fell below his body as he rose higher and higher. Looking back, the noisy market is like a curtain, and the pedestrians in it are as small as clouds.

The head of the city was sparsely populated, and only a few Jin Wuwei stationed at the head of the city stood separately.

After all, only a day has passed since the chaos, and Bianliang is still panicked at this time, and most of the people choose to hide at home and stay with their families. If it is not necessary, it is rare to go out, let alone go far out of the city to come to the top of the city to climb the heights.

To his surprise, several strange Jin Wuwei guards guarding the city saw his face, and they all bowed down and saluted, showing respect on their faces.

Zhao Wuxin was a little crying and laughing. Speaking of which, being able to defend that Tai'an Gate is actually not his merit.

If it weren't for those unknown Jin Wuwei charging forward and opening up a way to Tai'anmen for him, Zhao Wu'an would never have been able to advance to the Yipin realm and kill Tuoba Nu instead.

Now that the chaos is peaceful, the emperor in the Zichen Hall still has a bunch of things to do. If it weren't for Wen Chuanyu's shocking plan, Zhao Wu'an would have asked the emperor for a favor on behalf of these Jin Wuwei.

But before he met Wen Chuanyu, he didn't dare to do anything unrelated.

After greeting the Jin Wuwei, Zhao Wu'an walked towards the two-story tower.

The top of the pavilion is written in gold ink with the four words "Golden Liang Xiaoyue", hanging on the red wood plaque, which is dazzling. On both sides of the gate, hang a pair of couplets again, the upper link is "full of eight views of the city, the spring breeze and autumn moon create ten thousand victories", the lower link is "the moon hangs double beams, and the number of buildings and buildings win a hundred wonders".

This is already the outer city, the moat water flows under the wall, the golden beam double bridge in front of Wansheng Gate, every moonrise night, can shine brilliant golden light. That's when the scenery in this building is the most strange.

Zhao Wu'an didn't know about these things, but after inquiring about the streets and alleys for a long time, he realized that there was such a place in Bianliang City.

He frowned and pushed the door in.

The building was empty. Sunlight shines quietly into the hall through the windows, and the tables and chairs arranged in rows are spotlessly clean.

Zhao Wu'an stopped at the door for a while, walked into the building, and went straight up the steps to the second floor.

The scenery on the second floor is no different from the first floor, but there is a two-person high window facing the direction of the city, and there is a four-foot square space in front of the window, and there is no table or chair, and a low platform is erected.

A young man with clear eyebrows, with his back to the staircase, sat by the window. Looking at Bianliang City, which is like a sea of smoke, a green shirt is old but clean.

The moment he saw him, a heavy stone in Zhao Wuxin's heart finally fell to the ground.

Hearing the sound behind him, the boy didn't look back, didn't even move his brow. He said softly: "With just such a few clues, you have found me, worthy of Zhao Wu'an." ”

"All along, you will do anything to kill me, and your whereabouts are also mysterious and difficult to find. I'm not an immortal, so I don't know where you are. ”

Zhao Wu'an casually pulled a chair and sat down without seeing it, his face expressionless.

The screech of chairs on the wooden floor broke the silence in the building.

"But I heard that you have been in this Bianliang City for ten years. Zhao Wu'an said unexpectedly.

The young man smiled: "Yes." Preparing for a death and ending worthy of you is a nerve-wracking experience. ”

"As long as you stay in one place, no matter how long it is, you will definitely leave a trace. The longer it stays, the heavier the marks. Zhao Wu'an said lightly, "Indeed, there is no trace of Bianliang on you, as if you have never been to this city." But Bianliang doesn't lie, it will definitely leave your traces. ”

I can't get it.

The young man in front of him was as warm as water, and his eyebrows and eyes were all tranquil, making it difficult to know what kind of blazing fire of revenge was burning in his heart.

That blazing flame has been with him for almost his entire life, burning for twenty years, and never extinguished.

"So, you found me with this?" Wen Chuanyu asked.

"You won't be in Bianliang City with your strange inventions, which are more conspicuous than wheelchairs. So I checked the information about the disabled people in the Hidden Brothers, and found out what you have been doing in Bianliang all these years. ”

Zhao Wu paused.

"But today is the third day of the fifth month, and casting a net to find you in Bianliang is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, so I came here directly. You won't go to the Wai Star Pavilion because it's too tall and it's in the middle of the city. ”

Wen Chuanyu sneered: "You still remember that it was his death day." What if you don't go to Huaixing Pavilion, how do you know that I must be here?"

"Because of your habits. I said, Bianliang will honestly leave your traces. ”

Zhao Wu'an raised his hand to the height of his shoulder, and flipped his palm upward, pulling it away from his heart.

"You're used to this perspective. You are used to being outside the world, far away from everyone, picking a high place, but it will never be the highest place, looking at everyone from afar, as if looking at flowers through the fog. Looking at the entire Bianliang City, only Wanshengmen Tower can meet your requirements. ”

Wen Chuanyu was stunned for a long time before he smiled: "Wonderful." It is worthy of Zhao Wu'an. ”

In the face of the young man's praise, Zhao Wu'an did not show any superfluous expression, and said without waves: "So, why do you not hesitate to blow up this Bianliang City? If it is a personal grudge with me, there is no need to involve so many Li people. ”

Wen Chuanyu tried his best to restrain his expression, but he still couldn't suppress the trembling of his body and laughed faintly.

"Didn't I say it just now? Only such an ending is worthy of you Zhao Wu'an, right? Only such an ending is worthy of you Luo Shen heir and worthy of you, the second prince of leaf making?"

Zhao Wu'an was silent for a long time. "I'm not the second prince of Ye Zuo. ”

"I know, of course I do...... Just as you are not a descendant of Luoshen!" Wen Chuanyu's tone suddenly became intense.

He turned his wheelchair suddenly, and his figure turned around, staring at Zhao Wu'an in the room, his eyes bursting with blazing sparks.

“...... I am. He sighed in a deep voice.

Zhao Wu'an was silent, unloaded the Luo Shen sword box on his body, and placed it at his feet.

The box was opened from the side, and seven swords of varying lengths lay quietly in it. Zhao Wu'an took them out one by one and lined them up on the table in front of him.

Bodhisattva barbarian. Su curtain cover. Mulberry picking. Magpie stepping on branches. Poppies. Pulsatilla.

When he drew his last sword, he stood up.

Roselle gave out the box, accompanied by a faint ringing.

"Are these your swords?" he asked.

Wen Chuanyu said fiercely: "Of course it's all mine." ”

A gloomy color flashed in Zhao Wu'an's eyes. Holding Luo Shenfu's hand, he paused slightly at that moment.

But then, he raised his head, raised Luo Shenfu, and looked straight at Wen Chuanyu.

"Nope. He said, "Luo Shen Seven Swords, only this Luo Shen can give it to you." The remaining six swords, not yours. ”

"It's clearly a forcible seizure......," Wen Chuanyu sneered.

"But it's not mine. Zhao Wu'an said.

Wen Chuanyu was stunned.

"These seven swords are all Luo Jianqi's, and they were later transferred to Lin Yun. Zhao Wu'an said lightly something that both of them knew, "She is your mother and my master, and she treats me like a parent." ”

"Before Aunt Lin died, I was by her side, and I personally took over this Luo Shen sword box from her hand, not my will. If I could, I would also be willing to drop the Luo Shen sword box on my shoulder, and wander the rivers and lakes from now on, so that I can have a happy life.

"But I can't.

"This Luo Shen Sword Box, it is not only Luo Jian Qi, nor is it just Lin Yun. In the same way, it's not you Wen Chuanyu, nor is it me Zhao Wu'an. ”

“...... Aren't you talking nonsense!" Wen Chuanyu gritted his teeth.

Zhao Wu'an lowered his brows, his gaze swept over the six flying swords on the long table in front of him.

"The Bodhisattva is barbaric, and he has to enter the sea and the road. Jiang Zhuhai once fought more than 70 swords in the Male Sword Hundred Meeting, and since then he has broken into the rivers and lakes, accompanied by swords and wine, and is bold and happy.

"Su curtain covers, you have to be strict and live the Tao. Kunlun Immortal Gu, who had just entered the rivers and lakes, suffered a lot of pain, but in the end, she still asked the sky with a sword outside Flying Fox City, and blocked 1,600 horses for tens of thousands of Li people behind her.

"Picking mulberries, Wu Jiuhao Daoyun. Born in the Southern Tang Dynasty, he should have been in a mess all day long. But for the Li brothers and sisters, he resolutely went deep into Northern Liao alone, among the ten thousand armies, and broke through the Nine Realms on the ground, and was the sword immortal of the world.

"The magpie steps on the branches, and the Su Long Causeway is Yun. The first of the top ten scholars of the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, strategizing for thousands of miles, the sorghum river was destroyed in one fell swoop, and there was no insight into Hui for 20 years after that. Although he is stubborn, he is worried about the 400,000 households in Youzhou day and night.

"Yu Meiren, Li Jing Daoyun. As a child of the royal family of the former dynasty, he took the lead, vomited blood three times outside the gate, and died violently under the city of Youzhou. ”

Zhao Wu'an's gaze fell to the last pulsatilla, and he hesitated: "Xie Hui ......"

"I've heard everything you said!So what!" Wen Chuanyu said angrily.

"Can this heaven and earth ever be turbid and clear and clear? The death of the deceased can be pursued by future generations? The Great Song Dynasty, the Ye-making Leaves, and the Khitan are all raccoon dogs! Zhang Mu only saw this heaven and earth, Haiqing and Heyan, but he didn't know that after closing his eyes, the corpses were thousands of miles away, and the bones and blood were piled up in mountains!"

Anger jumped in the boy's eyes.

"Nothing is done. He said quietly, "There will never be a day of peace in the world, so it is better to burn everything clean." Use this fire of ignorance to exchange mountains and rivers for flawlessness. ”

Zhao Wu'an said: "You don't hate me, but you hate the world and are angry with me." ”

Wen Chuanyu's slightly narrowed eyes showed a cruel smile.

"That's right. So what?"