After the first spring rain, the weather in Bianliang was inexplicably warmer. And the imperial court, which floated with light purple gas all day long, seemed to be hazy for a while in this smoke and rain.

There were many pedestrians on the bluestone road, and the streets and alleys were full of news that the Han family, which was a high-ranking family, was going to reopen the Xiongdao Hundred Meeting. And what complements it is, of course, the duel between the two first-class swordsmen in the world before the city gate a few days ago.

At the corner of the alley, there are also discerning people who are eager to put up comments. Although no one has seen it with their own eyes, as soon as the storytelling is spread out and the board is slapped, it can be said vividly, as if it is on the scene. The audience around them also held their breath, lest they miss a detail.

Seeing that section of Hunting Heaven slashed with a knife, Hu Buxi weighed in his heart: his Hu Knife was shorter than the Thunder Guiding Heavenly Knife that Hunting Heaven became famous, and it would definitely not succeed in strong blocking, even if he moved, he stepped back twenty or thirty feet, tightly avoiding the knife strength cut by Duan Hunting, but with a wave of his right hand, he split out an awe-inspiring knife aura, swirled in the air, and slashed towards Duan Hunting Heaven. ”

Everyone listened attentively, ignoring the fact that it was raining lightly in the sky, and the green hills in the distance were all dark.

Su Qinghe held an oil-paper umbrella, walked around the crowd, and stopped in front of a wooden door deep in the alley. The wooden door was ajar, and the courtyard behind it was quiet and peaceful.

He put his umbrella on his sleeve and pushed the door open.

The house is small, but fortunately it is clean and tidy. The dark red sword box was placed in the corner of the room, and on the mottled candlestick, a faint flame was burning.

Zhao Wu'an sat on the only bed in the hut, his hands on his chin, his eyes empty.

Su Qinghe pulled a chair and sat down, and said straight to the point: "Don't worry, the ten disciples of the Nie family have been handed over to the Criminal Department for arraignment yesterday, I heard the rumors by the door when I dispersed the dynasty today, I should have found the real Luo Yi Pavilion master." I've worked hard for you, how do you feel now?"

Zhao Wu'an, who had been awake for a while, frowned and was silent for a long time. Outside the window, the rain curtain was dense and hung, obviously past the sting.

He didn't even know when he lost consciousness. Before falling into utter darkness, the last thing Zhao Wu'an saw was the Wangyue Sword that was surging purple qi above his head.

Tired of running around, tired and anxious, he fought to the death with Duan Hunttian. When he arrived in front of Nie Junhuai, he had actually run out of energy.

Despite this, he never had the idea of dying. But things have taken a little twist and turn, and they have evolved into what they are now.

"Where did Nie Junhuai go?" he asked.

Su Qinghe shook his head: "I don't know." I galloped all night on the official road, and then I saw you and ten Nie family disciples lying there. In the inn before, I had found out that the Nie family had stolen the beams and changed the pillars, so I arrested the ten disciples of the Nie family together, and then rescued you back to the city. I knew that with your identity, entering Bianliang might cause some unnecessary trouble, so I asked Jiang Lian and Zhu Yi to pick a room for you to settle down, and the right to cultivate for a while. ”

Zhao Wu'an didn't speak, and the hand holding the quilt slowly forced, leaving deep scratches on the snow-white quilt.

Su Qinghe sighed: "It seems that you are also confused?"

Zhao Wu'an said softly: "This matter is a little strange. In fact, I should blame myself for my misjudgment, in that case, Nie Junhuai should have killed me no matter what. ”

He raised his eyes and looked at Su Qinghe: "In other words, someone stopped him." ”

Su Qinghe said: "Yes, since that day, Nie Junhuai has disappeared. I used all the resources I had in Bianliang, but I couldn't find out where he was. Now the people of this Bianliang City are all looking forward to the Han family's upcoming reopening. ”

He frowned, and his hand suddenly clenched into a fist: "According to my original plan, since Luo Yige has been uprooted, there should be hope that he will follow the vine and go straight to the Black Cloud Society." It's a pity that Nie Junhuai's disappearance directly cut off all the clues here......"

"Not true. Zhao Wu'an's dry lips gently spat out two syllables, and Su Qinghe was stunned.

"The reason why I dared to expose Nie Junhuai was because I knew that someone would protect me, and Nie Junhuai would not dare to kill me. Zhao Wu'an muttered, "But it has reached that point, according to Nie Junhuai's means, the two sides will be weighed, and they will inevitably choose to kill me first to keep the peace...... He can't suddenly abandon me and flee. ”

Nie Junhuai's wishful thinking was to win the favor of the Black Cloud Society by relying on Laluo Yige when he had long been in line with Dongfang Lianmo's side.

But the Black Cloud Society has two seventeen pavilions on this river and lake, and Zhao Wu'an definitely understands Xie Hui's ruthless methods, just one Luo Yi Pavilion has fallen, and he will be able to toss a new pavilion in a few days.

Compared with the inconsequential Luo Yige, it is obviously the lonely force that makes Ye Guoyuwen hang, which is more important to Xie Hui.

Therefore, Zhao Wu'an dared to stop Nie Junhuai, because he knew that Xie Hui's men would definitely help Nie Junhuai before he killed him.

Help did come, but later than he had imagined. Wangyue Sword is only three inches away from being able to take off his head, and in this case, the only one who can save people with the sword may be a first-class master.

But there are only a handful of first-class masters on the rivers and lakes, even if there are strong players in the Black Cloud Society, it is impossible to specially transfer one out and stay by his side Zhao Wu'an.

Su Qinghe was stunned and puzzled: "That is to say...... What happened to Nie Junhuai's disappearance, is it an unsolved mystery?"

"Exactly. Zhao Wuan said in a low voice.

Su Qinghe wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a loud shout outside the door.

"I said, boss, don't think so much if you have escaped death! Life is only a hundred years, compared to those who died young, I should cherish the present when I wait for these surviving people. ”

You don't have to deliberately think about who it is, as long as you hear the word "boss" in his mouth, there is naturally only one answer left in your heart.

Hu Buxi, who had changed into a brand new outfit, walked in with a swagger with half a catty of wine in his hand. The porcelain wine jar was placed on the small wooden table, and a few candles fell.

Since the farewell of Bianliang City, it has not been seen for many days. Now that they are reunited, this dead fat man is still a little bookish when he speaks.

Zhao Wu'an smiled and said, "I don't dare to relax these calculations in my mind for a moment. ”

Su Qinghe was stunned when he heard this.

Escaping from death, Zhao Wu'an's face now is indeed a gentle look that he has never seen before, but unlike the usual laziness, there is a faint hint of murderous aura in the mildness at this moment.

He subconsciously said: "Bianliang City is bigger, not as big as Qingdi Township." ”

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wu'an just lowered his eyes and replied lightly: "Do you think I have calculated a lot over the years, and what have I used as a chessboard?"

Su Qinghe was stunned, but Hu Buxi laughed and said: "Old Su, after being born and dying so many times, my old Hu also treats you as a brother." I'll be fair, don't underestimate my boss, or you'll regret it!"

Zhao Wu'an smiled bitterly: "That's not it. After hard work, I finally arrived at Bianliang, although every step was bumpy in the next step, but at least ...... I've come this far. ”

Purple thunder flashed in the sky, reflecting his emaciated face.

After sitting for less than half a cup of tea, seeing that there was a heavy rain outside the house, Su Qinghe got up and said goodbye.

Fu carried the umbrella back to the courtyard, shook off the umbrella and the rain spread it, and looked back to catch a glimpse of the alley, the storyteller was still talking, but the crowd of onlookers was much smaller, most of them were driven back to their homes by the rain to come.

Su Qinghe lowered his head and walked silently through this group of people.

Jiang Lian was already waiting at the entrance of the alley with his sleeves tied, and when he saw Su Qinghe coming out, he immediately lowered his head: "Master Su." ”

Su Qinghe said indifferently: "Have you found it out?"

"Got it checked. Jiang Lian responded, "The people on the official road that day used a knife technique that had been lost for many years, but it was not without a trace. This knife technique came from the head of the Han family twenty years ago, Han Juge. After the Han family settled in Bianliang, it is said that this person suffered from heartlessness overnight, ran away with a knife and disappeared to this day. ”

Su Qinghe looked away, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Got it." ”

When he turned around to leave, Jiang Lian behind him showed a hesitant look on his face. Seeing that Su Qinghe was about to leave, Jiang Lian couldn't help but call out loud: "Master Su." ”

Su Qinghe stopped, "What's the matter?"

"I took Zhu Yi to help Lord Su, from Luzhou to this place, and the things I promised to Lord Su have been completed. Can you ......?"

Jiang Lian gritted his teeth and whispered the rest of the words: "Can you ...... Luo Yi Pavilion Master?" Leave it to me and Zhu Yi to dispose of. ”

Su Qinghe looked back, glanced at him, and said lightly: "I know, I will report to the imperial court." ”

Then he turned his head away, and his Ubud boots made a splash on the bluestone slab, and he walked away.

Behind him, Jiang Lian stood motionless at the entrance of the alley for a long time, until the mist turned into a dense rain curtain, drenching his white shirt thoroughly.

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"Where did Duan Hunttian go?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

"Who knows. Maybe that note of yours really worked wonders, and let him go south to Fuzhou City to find the old doctor. Hu Buxi put down the wine bottle, burped lightly, and looked out the window at the drizzle, "But boss, you are really powerful, in that case, even I dare not say that I can retreat under the attack of two first-class masters, boss, you can still face difficulties." ”

"It's just a matter of luck. Zhao Wu'an said lightly, "If Xie Hui wants to save me, he doesn't have to wait until that time." There are other people who took my life from Nie Junhuai's sword. ”

"Who is so powerful?" Hu Buxi's eyes widened.

Zhao Wu'an shook his head: "I have no clue. It's not leaf-making here. It stands to reason that in this Bianliang City, there are many people who want my life. ”

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The drizzling rain, after a few thunderous sounds, suddenly became heavier.

The guards guarding the gate watched worriedly at the rain in the sky. This year's plum season is neither early nor late, but I don't know if the person at home who is about to give birth will be panicked by this rain.

A crisp call pulled him back from his daze.

"I'm going into town. ”

When the guard came back to his senses, he realized that a young girl had appeared in front of him at some point. She was dressed in a wide white robe, and carried a large object, five feet long, wrapped in white cloth.

The guard pointed to something behind her, "What's that? ”

The girl's willow eyebrows were raised: "I'm here to participate in the Hundred Swords Meeting! Even what is this, do you have to take care of a mere doorman!"

The guard was taken aback, and his heart was uneasy, not knowing which wealthy warlord's daughter this was. As soon as he thought that if he continued to ask questions, he might get into trouble, so that he could not be with the person at home when he was about to give birth, so he was terrified and hurriedly stepped aside.

The girl didn't look at him, tightened the things on her back, and walked through the gate.

On April 12, heavy rain fell on the city in Bianliang.

Stepping on the splashing water all the way, the girl in white entered the city with a sword.