"You're admitting it faster than I thought. I thought that with your ability, you would die with a duck's mouth to the end. Dai Lou Duyun sighed.

Zhao Wu'an shook his head: "If others guess it, there's nothing bad to admit, it's true that I killed them." ”

"Met Nie Baishuang too?"

"That's nature. Nie Junhuai is dead, and now he is qualified to hold this sword, and he is the only one in the Nie family. ”

"Who do you think the Nie family will be on this time?" asked Dai Lou Duyun.

Zhao Wu'an pondered for a while.

"If I hadn't killed those two envoys, there would be no doubt that the Nie family would be on the side of the Black Cloud Society. Now, it's hard to say. ”

"Do you think they are going to negotiate terms with the Nie family, or are they going to convey the orders of the Black Cloud Society to the Nie family?" asked Dai Lou Duyun tentatively, "If it is the former, then the Nie family is now in a neutral position that can be fought for, and if it is the latter, then the Nie family is undoubtedly a member of the Black Cloud Society." ”

"It's all possible. The means of Xie Hui's city government are definitely not for me to speculate. How many people are standing on the side of the Black Cloud Society on the rivers and lakes, I can't imagine it far. Zhao Wu'an admitted, "As you can see, all I can do is kill their messengers. ”

Dai Lou Duyun smiled: "You are determined to fight with Heiyun to the end." ”

Zhao Wu'an was noncommittal.

"Well, then I don't have much more to say. Dai Lou Duyun stretched out his arm, "In ten days, everything will be clear, right?"

Zhao Wu'an replied in a low voice.

"Now that we're done with Whitehorse Town, what about the other things?" asked Twilight again.

"What's the matter?"

"What else can happen?" "Of course you've done it yourself." ”

Zhao Wu'an raised his eyes and looked fixedly at the twilight clouds of Dailou.

Dai Lou Duyun smiled: "What, you want to carry all this alone?"

Zhao Wu'an was stunned.

"The last person who wanted to do that is now an opponent that we have to do everything we can to beat. Dai Lou Duyun stood up and said in a low voice, "The difference between good and evil is not so obvious, is it?"

"Yes. Zhao Wu'an replied briefly.

"Then don't think about following in Xie Hui's footsteps anymore. ”

The field is empty, and a rainbow faintly appears on the horizon. In the deep night, Dai Lou Duyun raised his eyes to look at the city of abundance in the distance.

He pursed his lips lightly, and his voice was deep: "However, whatever you want to do, just do it." Even if you want to covet the stupid position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, I, the master of Miao Jiang, will definitely help you. ”

The night wind blows across the plains.

Zhao Wu'an was silent for a long time before he laughed briefly and said, "Then I'm here, thank you in advance." ”

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On the second day, when the sky was still bright, Duan Taoli was woken up.

When she looked up from the cotton mattress, she found that her whole body was frighteningly cold, her fingers were cold, and the tips of her hair were even frozen.

The princess of the south couldn't hold back, and sneezed several times before she said, "It's so cold......"

"Do you think this is Valan, and the moon is not cold?" "Dai Lou Duyun stood beside her for a long time, sneering.

Duan Taoli was sleepy-eyed, but she still cheered up and glared at him fiercely.

Around the bonfire, Zhao Wuan was squatting with An Guangmao, not knowing what to say, and there was a solemn look between his eyebrows. Mrs. Ann stood aside with a cold breath, and Annam added two more clothes for her with concern.

"You're going to enter the city today, right?" Duan Taoli asked.

"yes. Dai Lou Duyun said clearly, "Go to this prosperous scene with the heroes of the world." ”

As he spoke, snow fell from heaven and earth. Duan Taoli looked up and saw thick clouds in the sky, as if it was a ten-mile tornado on the Gobi Desert forty years ago.

I don't know if the prosperity continues, or the wind goes away, and the prosperity ends.

Duan Taoli lowered his head and sniffed.

"Let's go. Zhao Wuan said.

Duan Taoli nodded: "Let's go." ”

The group marched towards the majestic state city.

From the camping place last night to the city gate, a distance of several miles, wrapped in a robe in the snow, slowly walked forward, and it was only more than half an hour, and I arrived at the foot of the city gate.

It was still early, and before the time of the opening of the city, dozens of people had already lined up in front of the gate. Zhao Wu'an and the others were at the back of the crowd. There are still more than 10 days to go before the meeting, and there is no hurry.

There were a few people in the crowd who caught Zhao Wu'an's attention.

The three of them dragged light luggage, and their clothes were a little messy. The big man who was nine feet tall stood in place, looking a little stunned, and the red-clothed imp on the side looked around with a probing brain, but no one was stable.

The gray-clothed young man standing between the two of them, with a pale face and a nervous expression, curled up as if he was afraid of the cold, his hair hanging down on his scalp one by one, and his hands trembling.

"Hey, isn't that the few people we saw when we first arrived in White Horse Town, when we borrowed in the blacksmith shop, why did we meet under Jinguan City again?" Hu Buxi also found an abnormality.

Zhao Wu'an replied lightly: "Shut up." I don't know if it's friend or foe, it's better to mess with less. ”

After all, this is no longer the marginal realm of White Horse Town, but the Jinguan City where countless forces are intertwined. At the blacksmith shop, Zhao Wu'an felt that the old blacksmith was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

The old blacksmith and these people, looking like they are all talented people who have to hide in the city, Zhao Wu'an only said that everyone has suffering, and when he saw the gray-clothed young man pointing at the green and provoking the flowers and shadows of the building, he didn't pay too much attention to it, at most he was a little surprised. But I didn't want them to come to Jinguan City.

What exactly are they here for?

The three people who were looked at by Zhao Wu'an also had their own thoughts, and the most chaotic of them was naturally Xiao Shun'er, who was sandwiched between the two.

After twenty years of learning from the old blacksmith, he didn't even touch the hammer in the shop, but he practiced a useless skill of playing a new sword with his fingers.

Xiao Shun'er has only said that playing green is a useless craft for many years, and it was not until the last moment when she was driven out of White Horse Town by the old blacksmith that she suddenly realized that the green qi that flowed between her fingers turned out to be very mysterious.

The old blacksmith single-handedly blocked nearly twenty iron horsemen who had entered Whitehorse Town, but he was conspired against at a glance. Fortunately, there were two tall men and a red-clothed imp who sacrificed their lives to protect them, so they were able to come to this Jinguan City in the midst of danger all the way.

Until this time, Xiao Shun'er still didn't understand what was going on. His master is just a nameless blacksmith in White Horse Town, who has been fighting swords and weapons for 20 years, and he is always clear of money and goods, and Tong Su is not bullied, how can he provoke such a powerful enemy?

The time to wait for the door to open was really difficult, Xiao Shun'er muttered: "The two seniors ......"

Although in the shop, he was very dissatisfied with these two living treasures who ate white food and couldn't be at peace all day long, but no matter day and night along the way, these two people always protected each other with their lives.

Seeing that he wanted to ask, the red-clothed imp hurriedly waved his hand: "There are more questions, if you see Dongfang and even Mo, you can understand it, you kid will hold it first, it won't be a few days." ”

For many days, he could not remember how many times he had prevaricated on this ground.

Li Shun only felt a knot in his chest, and said angrily: "You have to give a reasonable reason! Who are those people, and why are they chasing after us?"

Before the red-clothed imp could answer, the stunned tall man suddenly sighed and said, "Open the city gate." ”

Li Shun looked forward, and sure enough, the city gate was already wide open. The guards guarding the city were very loose, and let people in after a brief glance. The flow of people soon poured in like water.

Li Shun raised his head in bewilderment, and squinted at the word "Jinguan" on the head of the city by taking advantage of the flickering winter daylight.

Heavenly officials, human officials. It is rumored that there are 8,000 flourishing mulberry forests outside the city, and there are 800 brocade weavers inside the city.

Although she grew up in White Horse Town, until today, Xiao Shun'er had never been to this city of abundance where people outside Shu also longed for it. Since he was a child, he was sent to a blacksmith shop by his parents and stayed for 20 years.

Sometimes he wondered if he was actually the grandson of the old blacksmith, and his father and mother had been hiding this secret from him. Or, his father and the old blacksmith are hiding a shocking secret about his life. Judging from the current posture, even he may be the illegitimate son of Dongfang Lianmo.

But after thinking about it, Xiao Shun'er didn't doubt it to this point. His wavy brows, which curled out of the center of his eyebrows, were exactly the same as his father's. And why did the old blacksmith let him come to Jinguan City to find Dongfang Lianmo, which is quite difficult to find.

Could it be that there is really some old secret in himself, and he has a lot to do with the leader of the martial arts alliance who dominates the rivers and lakes?

Recalling the green energy flowing in the old blacksmith's fingertips, Xiao Shun'er thought in her heart.

Twenty years of thinking that it was useless Danqing Kung Fu turned out to be able to turn a blade into a blade with the palm of his flesh, and every time he was called to work, the master's kick also made him unconsciously develop a dodge kung fu, and on the way west, several times saved his life in a thousand moments.

Thinking about it carefully, the twenty years of life that I thought were almost deserted in the blacksmith shop seemed to have been deliberately arranged by someone, and it was destined like a book of heavenly officials, and it was firmly pointed to the present.

However, who is the heavenly official who holds the pen? The fate is like paper, and it is too late to find oneself in the white expanse, how can it compete with the fate that is destined to be in the dark?

As if pulled by the thread of fate, Xiao Shun'er, who arrived at the foot of this Jinguan City, muttered: "If you let me know who is manipulating all this, I will make him regret not doing it at the beginning." ”

Hearing this, the tall man who had always stood beside him in a daze suddenly shuddered.

At this time, a man walked in the opposite direction and passed by him.

The moment they passed by, except for the red-clothed imp, the other two were all in a trance, and they didn't notice him.

Similarly, Li Huanglai, who rushed out of the city to greet Zhao Wu'an, didn't realize who the three people he inadvertently passed by.

However, fate, in the dark, has long been predestined.

Maybe there is really a white-clothed celestial official, standing in the clouds with a huge pen in his hand, with a stroke from afar, writing the life path of everyone.