Zhao Wu'an was skeptical: "My predecessors know me?"

"I know Yuwen Guhang very well. The old man smiled kindly.

Zhao Wu'an frowned, and questions gradually piled up in his heart.

The old man in front of him was undoubtedly the person in power above the Great Song Dynasty. This is not difficult to see from Jiang Lian's reaction.

Why he appeared here, and why he took the time to talk to Zhao Wu'an in his busy schedule, was really a strange thing.

"Now, the group of secret guards under my command who are not skilled in their skills have surrounded the entire Great Xiangguo Temple. ”

The old man's voice was low, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

Zhao Wu'an and Hu Buxi behind him were alert at that moment.

A few days ago, the scene of being surrounded by Mai people in the Great Xiangguo Temple is still vivid.

Although those people were not malicious in the last attack, there is no absolute in everything, not to mention that the other party is a scheming courtier.

"Zhao Wu'an, the old man came to see you in person, I want to confirm with you one last time. From Miao Jiang to this Bianliang, you have repeatedly violated the emperor's orders, and even ignored my warnings to participate in the Hundred Male Sword Meeting, which is said to have died four or five times, and you should not have stood in this Daxiong Treasure Hall again. ”

Zhao Wuan was silent.

"It is indeed the order of the first emperor to kill Garan Anxulie, and the spring buckle made of flail wood is hidden in the futon in front of you. ”

The old man looked at Zhao Wu'an with cloudy eyes, and his voice was low.

Zhao Wu'an lowered his eyes and stared at the old futon placed in front of the merit box.

"Now, answer me, do you still want to justify Garan Anxulie?"

Without any hesitation.

Zhao Wu'an's answer rang out almost immediately.

"Why not?"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and was deeply stunned.

"If you are obsessed, you are fighting against the Holy. Even if you are old, you can't save you, Hugh said that Yuwen who was far away in the sky was lonely. He admonished word by word.

Zhao Wu'an smiled meaninglessly, then leaned over and saluted.

"Thank you Fan Jae for taking care of me. It's a pity that Wu'an has been walking alone in the world for more than 20 years, and I really never wanted Yuwen to help me. Instead of pinning your hopes on him, it is better to hope that you will have these flying swords on your back. ”

The old prime minister, who could set off a bloody storm with a few words above the court, revealed incomprehension in his eyes at this time.

"Why is that?"

For more than 40 years, the old prime minister has been fighting wits and courage with others, which is longer than Zhao Wu'an's life.

Rao is like this, and Fan Zai can't understand why Zhao Wu'an insisted on this point.

"For the Great Song Dynasty or the leaves, Jialan An Xulie may indeed be a rare general, a rare virtuous monarch. ”

For the prince who died young many years ago, the old man in front of him gave a very high evaluation.

"But what does this have to do with you? You are just a widow who grew up on the border between the two dynasties, and you have been a slave of Garan Anxulie for ten years because of your appearance. This kindness alone will allow you to give away the next twenty years of your life?"

The deep eyes that see through the complexity of the world reveal their doubts for a long time.

Zhao Wu'an said solemnly: "Mr. Fan's words are wrong. ”

"Garantha...... It is true that to me it is only the Lord, but I am willing to sacrifice for him not only because of that kindness. Maybe it was at first, but as I dug deeper and deeper on my own, I became more and more able to guess what was behind his death.

"What kind of heart did he have to die, and why didn't he try anything other than to die? What is hidden in his heart, and what is he carrying on his shoulders...... The more I knew, the harder it was to curb the idea of justifying his name. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Wu'an seemed to be unable to restrain his inner feelings, and his body began to tremble slightly.

"Once, you forgot about Luo Jianqi. It took sixty years for the entire river and lake to completely erase the sword god, and by the time I woke up, it was useless. And Garan, he died before me. I missed Raku-senpai, but I don't want Garan to be forgotten by you. ”

The cruelest emotion in the world is not hatred, but forgetting.

Another angle of hatred is often the deepest commitment, and the emptiness of forgetting.

At the end of a life that is painfully searched, the forgotten have nothing to gain.

Zhao Wu'an, who was carrying the Luo Shen sword box, deeply understood this emotion.

In any case, he didn't want this river and lake, these two dynasties, to completely forget Jialan Anxulie.

If he is alive, he may become a generation of virtuous monarchs, and at worst, he can be a handsome son in Bianliang City.

But he died outside the plug, under Huma's knife, and the frost grass covered his bones.

He was accused of rebellion by the two dynasties, his bones were not cold but he had suffered humiliation, and he could not find a word of justice for Garan Anxulie.

Fan Jaeyou sighed.

"Commendable benevolence. He commented.

Speaking of emotion, Zhao Wu'an couldn't help himself, and hurriedly lowered his head, "It's a gaffe." ”

"But alas, your wishes are destined to go nowhere. Fan Zai's words changed, "The first emperor is no more, and the Khitan iron knight who killed Jialan Anxulie has long since died. Now, the only thing that has witnessed everything is the spring buckle in the futon in front of you, what can a dead thing mean?"

Zhao Wu'an was silent for a while.

After countless difficulties, he was reborn from despair, and came here with his only wish, only to find that there was no way forward.

He bent down, tugged at the futon in front of him for a while, carefully broke a hole, reached in, and pulled out an old pouch.

The bag is slightly larger than his childhood impression, even if it is an old thing, it still exudes a faint fragrance when it is seen again, and it does not look like an old thing. Zhao Wu'an pinched it lightly, and felt a hard object the size of a walnut in the bag, which seemed to be the source of this strange fragrance. However, no matter how exquisite and luxurious, no matter how unique, this is just an ordinary bag.

"It's just a dead thing. He repeated Fan Jae's words.

Zhao Wu'an stood up silently, threw the bag away from Hu Buxi, who was standing behind him, and without looking at it, he pulled over the sword box and went straight to the gate.

It's not a hopeless ending. Zhao Wu'an had been prepared for such an outcome for a long time, and now it was just the worst prediction.

Actually, it's not impossible. Fan Jae said behind him.

Zhao Wu'an stopped.

"If you truthfully tell the Holy Beings of today, and the Holy Decree will vindicate them, you will also be able to correct the name of the Garan Anxulie. ”

Zhao Wu'an smiled bitterly: "If I can do that, I don't want to run these four thousand miles." ”

He walked out the door without looking back.

Hu Buxi clinged to the spring buckle, stood in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and frowned worriedly. Jiang Lian watched from behind, and didn't know what to say.

Fan Jae raised his head, his cloudy eyeballs turned slightly, and his expression was solemn.

In the shadows, a cyan shadow gradually appeared.

Jiang Lian sniffed: "Why is there a strange smell......

The killing machine flowed like a circle in an instant.

Hu Buxi was shocked, dropped the spring buckle and rushed forward: "Sir, be careful!"

No matter how you say it, the old man in front of him is also the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, and he has been in power for more than 40 years. Even though Hu Buxi has never liked these temple disputes, he is far from being indifferent to the old man in front of him to the point of not saving him.

The cyan arc light could pass over the top of the two of them, cutting off a few strands of Hu Buxi's hair.

Tremble in the balance.

Hu Buxi quickly stepped back with Fan Zai, shook his hand, and sent Fan Zai to Jiang Lian's arms, and at the same time stretched out his hand and pulled out the beauty chop on his waist, and the action was smooth in one go.

Fan Zai and Jiang Lian, who were dizzy, had not come back to their senses, and Hu Buxi had already blocked in front of the two of them and put on a posture.

The spring buckle fell from mid-air and was incorporated into the palm of a large hand.

Hu Buxi asked sharply: "Why are you here!"

With a "dang bang", the tail of the long-handled Mo knife pierced into the floor tiles.

Han Kuo held the knife in one hand, and with the other hand, he carefully played with the spring buckle in his hand, making a smack sound from time to time.

"It turns out that this is the spring buckle used by the first emperor back then. It is made of flail wood, and it is really a wonderful technique......"

"Han Kuo, what is the intention of sneaking up on the imperial court officials!" Hu Buxi asked.

Standing in front of the three of them was the head of the Han family, Han Kuo, who had just emerged from the shadows behind the Buddha statue and almost cut off Fan Zai's head with one sword.

A few hours ago, he was still recognized as the world's No. 1 sword, and his martial arts and morals were among the best.

And now, he actually did the thing of sneaking up on the prime minister of the imperial court, and he still behaved with such a clear conscience.

"You don't have to ask me what my intentions are. The Hundred Meetings of the Male Sword have been completed, and although there has been a lot of chaos in the process, there is still no danger, so it is time for you to repay your debts. Han Kuo replied nonchalantly, "The Great Xiangguo Temple is just the first step, hand over your Qi Observation Master who is hiding here, and then we will talk about other things." ”

Hu Buxi and Jiang Lian were both stunned, not understanding the meaning of his words.

Fan Zai was the first to react: "Han Kuo, holding a hundred meetings of the male sword, is it really a bad plot?"

"I would also like to thank Mr. Fan for making it complete. Han Kuo narrowed his eyes with a smile, "If you hadn't personally pointed out the location of this Spring Intention Buckle, I would have had to spend a lot of effort to find it." ”

"There are many masters in the capital, and there are many masters around the saint who have never heard of you. Han Kuo, listen to me, no matter how prestigious you are in the martial arts, it is definitely not advisable to rob the palace. Fan Zai spoke earnestly.

"You don't have to persuade me anymore, I have no way out. ”

Han Kuo glanced at Hu Buxi, his eyes full of contempt.

"If I can stand where I want to be, I'm not insatiable. It's a pity that the peak of this river and lake is too crowded. Although the temple is not much different, the waist board is always straighter. ”

Hu Buxi and Jiang Lian vaguely heard what Han Kuo was going to do.

A session of Jianghu swordsmen actually had the idea of rebellion and rebellion.

"I've done everything I can, and I still can't beat these young talents. ”

Han Kuo's sneer was tinged with desolation.

"What else can I do? Han family, but I haven't learned the four words "retreat in the face of difficulties". ”