A crescent moon has taken shape in the east, and the clouds in the west have not yet dispersed. Zhao Wu'an yawned lazily and said reluctantly, "It's so far." ”

An Qing pursed her lips, looking like a child was angry, "Where is it far, don't be so lazy." ”

Zhao Wu'an looked at her with tired eyebrows, his face helpless. Qiao Xi, who was standing on one side, hurriedly said, "Then Zhao Jushi might as well rest for a while, and we'll go later, it's okay." ”

Hu Buxi scratched his head and said, "Boss, you're not ......."

"It's okay, I don't like it. Qiao Xi interrupted him softly, his eyes rolled, and he smiled coquettishly, "It just so happens that I also have some personal matters to deal with." ”

Hu Buxi scratched his head: "Private matter?"

Zhao Wuxin sighed silently. Hu Buxi boasted that he was invincible in the world to please the girl, but he was always so dull in this kind of place, and he still relentlessly hit his head to death.

Qiao Xi blushed in embarrassment very rarely, then raised his eyes, glanced at him coquettishly, and ran away.

Hu Buxi was confused, An Qing sneered, Zhao Wu'an pretended to put his palms together, and said loudly to Qiao Xi: "Then see you after a stick of incense!"

Hu Buxi looked at Zhao Wu'an and asked, "What is she doing here?"

Zhao Wu'an sighed, stepped forward, and patted Hu Buxi's shoulder sympathetically: "Which of the two of us marries a wife first, it's really not certain." ”

Hu Buxi was still stunned and didn't know what to do.

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Since Qiao Xi had already done some things for the girl's family first, Zhao Wu'an's already lazy steps were even more unhurried, and there were still traces of Yan Hong's blood in his house, so he simply went back to the An family's father and daughter's room to rest for a while.

An Qing, who was guarding the stove and waiting for the tea to open, looked sideways at Zhao Wu'an, who was sitting at the table in front of the window. It was not completely dark, and the light by the window was barely enough to see, so Zhao Wu'an didn't light a candle, just put his hands together and rested on the table, without saying a word.

An Qing watched quietly, knowing that he was thinking about something, and he didn't dare to disturb him. At dusk, Zhao Wu'an said that Yan Hong was not the murderer of Xiao Donglai, that is to say, the big case that he had been troubled for several days still had not been solved, and Hu Buxi, the head catcher of the two Zhejiang, was now drinking under the moon with great interest.

An Qing cautiously asked, "You have a good relationship with Hu Zhutou?"

Zhao Wu'an didn't turn his head, but said lightly: "It's like a brother." ”

An Qing puffed up her cheeks: "Even if it's a brother......

"Let's go, a stick of incense is almost here. Zhao Wu'an stood up.

An Qing, who was interrupted, was deflated all of a sudden, although she was a little upset for Zhao Wu'an, but this layman has always been like this, what joys, sorrows, and sorrows are definitely not easily revealed in front of others. Even though they have known each other for a long time, An Qing feels that he is still very strange.

Zhao Wu'an had already pushed the door out, An Qing hurriedly put out the stove and followed, complaining in a low voice: "The tea hasn't been opened yet." ”

"Don't you want to drink? Zhao Wu'an was not shocked.

The two walked in the small courtyard one after the other, and at the end of the first entry, Hu Buxi, who had gone out early, also raised his hand at them, and Zhao Wu'an turned his head and said nothing. An Qing couldn't bear to look at Yu Xin, and gently pushed him: "Don't be angry. ”

"I'm not angry. Zhao Wu'an said lightly.

The three of them walked in together, the wind passed through the arbor, and along the way, Hu Buxi's spirit was vivid, and his joy was overflowing. Zhao Wu'an responded with a pair or a match, and he couldn't raise much interest, An Qing followed behind, figuring out Zhao Wu'an's thoughts, and didn't dare to speak out.

Walking into the third courtyard of the East Courtyard, the field of vision suddenly widened. Different from the bluestone brick walls of the first two rooms, the third courtyard has reached the edge of the Xiao Mansion, surrounded by white tile walls on the outside, and to the west on the inside, there are large reeds, and the gurgling water is dark in the meantime. In the distance, you can also see the tip of the pavilion in the back garden.

In front of the reeds, about 20 steps away from a single house, there is a stone table, on which a pot of wine is kept, and flowers are arranged in the bottle, which blooms in the wind.

Hu Buxi pointed out from afar, and said proudly: "How about the boss, I have a good layout, isn't it quite elegant?"

Zhao Wu'an snorted lightly, and his eyes fell on the single house. Luo Guanhai's house was half-burned and uninhabitable, so Meng Qianlei specially cleared out this house and gave him a temporary place to live. Although this scholar has a bad temper and high greed, Meng Qianlei still treats him with the courtesy of a gentleman, and he is not the slightest dissatisfied, which shows that he is really a great man.

Looking from this side, I could only see the side of the house, the curtains were drawn very tightly, and it was dark and I couldn't see if there was anyone in the house.

Zhao Wu'an was thinking about whether Luo Guanhai was drinking in the front yard or reading the sage book in the house at this time, when Luo Guanhai's door was suddenly opened.

Luo Guanhai, who was half-naked on his upper body, was frightened in his eyes, and shouted: "Help-"

Help me?

But he didn't have time to finish shouting. Everything happened so fast that even Hu Buxi and Zhao Wu'an didn't have time to react, Luo Guanhai had already knelt down in front of the door, a spear pierced through his chest, and a puddle of blood exploded.

Almost instantly, Hu Buxi had already drawn his knife. The gunmen were hidden in the house, completely obscured, and they could not see anything here. Hu Buxi is not confused when he is in danger, no matter what, at least he is close at this time, and he can meet the murderer who has no time to escape.

Before Hu Buxi took a step, a second spear stabbed out of Luo Guanhai's shoulder, and Luo Guanhai, who was already dying, broke out with a painful scream.

The third shot was pierced into the left shoulder, and the fourth was poured directly into the back of the head, protruding from the right eye. The fifth stem is inserted into the spine, and the sixth is inserted through the throat.

Every gun is electrically flashing, and the interval between each stab is extremely short, and it is impossible to do it with the strength of one person. It is better to say that there are six good gunners, standing behind Luo Guanhai at the same time to prepare, and then stabbing out one by one, it is more likely.

Luo Guanhai, who was pierced by six shots, couldn't even make a sound, and knelt down in front of the door, his head hanging down, dripping blood.

The galloping Hu Buxi rushed to the door.

But the dying Luo Guanhai had blocked the narrow road in front of the door, and Hu Buxi, who was holding a knife, was not angry enough to destroy the corpse, he took another step and bypassed the front door to the back of the house, in front of Luo Guanhai's bedroom, the window was wide open, and a box about the size of Zhao Wu'an's sword box fell on the ground.

The wind was loud, and the reeds a few paces away parted a path.

"I'll see how you run this time!" Hu Buxi took a thunderous step and exploded ten feet of dirt under his feet.

When Zhao Wu'an rushed to the back of the house, Hu Buxi had already rushed into the reeds. The reeds swayed in the wind, and there was indeed a road trail clearly visible in between. Zhao Wu'an leaned over and picked up the box that had been thrown on the ground, looked over and over again, and found that there were six holes about two feet deep and one and a half inches wide in the front.

Zhao Wu'an's pupils widened suddenly: "This is ......"

"Zhao Wu'an?" An Qing's voice came from behind him, Zhao Wu'an turned his head and saw that she was still standing next to the stone table, opening her eyes sideways and not looking at Luo Guanhai's corpse, trembling all over, not daring to take a step forward.

An Qing's voice trembled: "Can you come over? I, I can't get over." ”

Zhao Wu'an glanced up at the wide-open bedroom window, and the red candles in the room were flickering. He stood up, walked to An Qing's side, and said lightly: "I have to inform the others, you are here to take care of it." ”

After Zhao Wu'an finished giving the order, he turned around and planned to leave, but his clothes were dragged by death. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of An Qing's pair of water-cut eyes, which were already shining.

"I'm afraid...... I'm afraid someone else will come. An Qing swallowed.

Zhao Wu'an looked at her white neck, and there were still light red knife marks left by Yan Hong, which had not yet faded.

He sighed and patted An Qing's head unceremoniously: "Run faster." ”

dragged An Qing to the front yard, Meng Qianlei was standing at the door of the mansion, saying goodbye to the knights who left one by one after the full meal, although there was a rich smile on his face, he still couldn't hide his worries.

Zhao Wu'an rushed to him in one breath and said lightly: "Luo Guanhai is dead." ”

Meng Qianlei was dumbfounded, his hands arched in mid-air, stiffened. The knight on the opposite side who was saluting and saying goodbye to him didn't seem to be familiar with Zhao Wu'an, so he was stunned and asked suspiciously, "What?"

"We've got to get back quickly. After Zhao Wu'an finished speaking, he continued to drag An Qing, turned around and left. Along the way he came, he rushed to the scene again, although An Qing's footsteps were not slow, but in the end, he was just influenced by his father and regarded martial arts as a way to keep fit, and he was definitely not as good as the martial arts idiots in the house. Zhao Wu'an dragged her halfway through, and he had already heard the hustle and bustle behind her, and the heroes who didn't know the truth were swarming here.

He shook his head and said, "This time, the murderer must not be let go again." ”

Halfway through, I suddenly heard a miserable scream coming from the end of the courtyard.

"It's Qiao Xi!" Zhao Wuxin was shocked.

The night wind suddenly rose, and Hu Buxi, who was trapped in the reeds, could not necessarily hear this scream. He waited for fourteen years to wait for a few days like morning dew, as if Qiao Xi had encountered an accident at this time......

Zhao Wu'an let go of An Qing's hand, turned his head, and his eyes were firm: "Don't follow me, there are the heroes of the rivers and lakes behind you, follow them, you will be fine." ”

didn't have time to wait for An Qing's answer, Zhao Wu'an turned around, and his toes suddenly hit the ground, his body like thunder. threw An Qing out a few feet away at once. Rao is An Qing shouted loudly behind him, but he didn't stop, but rushed faster.

Fourteen years ago, it was because of his departure that Hu Buxi and He Yanshan were chased and killed by the armies of the two dynasties.

Hu Buxi is greedy for getting along with Qiao Xi and would rather put the murder case on hold, although Zhao Wuan is not happy, but this is what Hu Buxi should be, not to mention that the other party is He Yanshan, who he has been waiting for for half his life. From this point of view, Zhao Wuan still admires Hu Buxi's ten years.

Not only that, but also because Hu Buxi is his best friend and his friend of life and death. No matter how Hu Buxi puts the cart before the horse for Qiao Xi, for Zhao Wu'an, Hu Buxi is still a brother. Qiao Xi is in trouble, even if he wades through the sword mountain and crosses the sea of fire, he will definitely save him.

Walking like a fly to the backyard, the reed grass has been blown all over the sky by the wind, Luo Guanhai's blood gradually spread to the center of the courtyard, and Qiao Xi fell not far from the stone table, life and death are unknown.

Zhao Wuxin tightened, rushed to Qiao Xi's side in three steps and two steps, and reached out to probe her snort. Alive. Zhao Wu'an breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Luo Guanhai's room, the corpse that had been pierced by the six shots was still kneeling at the door, and the two windows swayed and creaked in the wind.