Thirty miles west of the majestic capital, there is a humble inn in the town.

In the upper room of Tianzihao, Nie Junhuai, who had taken off his upper clothes, was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. His face was solemn, and there was a faint aura around him.

Dense slanting rain fell in the gloomy sky, and the chaotic water droplets hit the half-open window, driving away a trace of heat for this hot summer, but it was difficult to dispel the scars on Nie Junhuai's back that were like burning.

Lord Luo Yige has been arrested and brought to justice, and most of his fornication with the Black Cloud Society is known to the world, and Dongfang will hear the news even in the near future. At that time, as long as he goes out and walks on the road, he must be pointed out by Wanfu.

However, Nie Junhuai, who had been recuperating in the town inn for several days, did not deliberately hide his place.

Someone came to visit, whether it was in the name of the pillar of the martial arts in Mubeidi, or he planned to scold him for secretly connecting with the underworld, Nie Junhuai met him one by one, and Jiang Lian, who came from Bianliang City, was also among them.

There weren't many visitors, but there were dozens of them in the days. There are poor warriors and local squires, old farmers and rangers, and Nie Junhuai treats every guest who comes to visit him equally.

He poured the tea himself and sat down to drink it. It's just that every time I drink it, a blood foam will appear in my bowl of tea.

Nie Junhuai also knew that his appearance was ridiculous. has been the executioner of the Nie family for decades, and he has handed over the reception of people to the head of the family, Nie Baishuang, and now that the deadline is approaching, he cherishes these ordinary things.

failed to kill Zhao Wu'an outside Bianliang City, and failed to enter Bianliang safely for the Lord of Paul's Pavilion, his life was over.

Regardless of whether there is Han Jiege's fatal knife or not, Nie Junhuai can't survive.

The dream of glorifying the lintel for the Nie family and dominating the martial arts was also shattered like a bubble in one day.

has reached this point, Nie Junhuai also relaxed, as if he had obtained the so-called enlightenment of Buddhism.

Han Jiege deserves to be the leader of the martial arts sword path forty years ago, and he was only stabbed once, but his injuries have not healed until now. In addition to hospitality and three meals a day, Nie Junhuai sat in the room, operated his mental method, relieved the pain caused by the injury, and waited for the time of death to come.

What Black Cloud Society, what Martial Arts Alliance Master, what Bianliang City, Nie Junhuai has long since lost these thoughts.

Except for life and death, all are left aside.

In the sound of fine raindrops, the door of the room was slowly opened, and there was a rumbling sound.

Nie Junhuai didn't open his eyes. Just by listening to the voice, you can know who is coming.

"Wen Gongzi, don't come unharmed. He was the first to speak.

"Don't dare to be. Wen Chuanyu's words seemed to have a teasing smile in them, "I walked around the town and asked about you."

"Come and say goodbye to me?"

"I can't say goodbye. Are you really ready to let go?"

"There's a time to let go. Outside Bianliang City, either Zhao Wu'an died or I died. He has a great fate, and I have no choice but to die. ”

Wen Chuanyu sneered: "Fortunately, you didn't kill him, otherwise I would have let you die a hundred times more painful than now." ”

Nie Junhuai was silent. But he understood that Wen Chuanyu was not joking.

Although this person has no martial arts, he can often feel chills down his spine.

"That's nature. Now Zhao Wu'an should still be alive and well in Bianliang City. Nie Junhuai followed him.

Wen Chuanyu sneered.

"It's really unfortunate that the Demon Greed Hall has already attacked Bianliang. He is only afraid that his life is hanging by a thread now. ”

Nie Junhuai was taken aback: "The Greedy Demon Hall actually attacked Bianliang?"

"That's not true. ”

Wen Chuanyu turned his wheelchair to the window, looked at the fine rain curtain outside the window, and shook off the folding fan in his hand.

"The Han family has a hundred meetings of male swords, and recruits the world's sword heroes into Bianliang, if the Greedy Demon Hall does not take this opportunity to sneak in, it will be a fool. ”

Nie Junhuai frowned and digested Wen Chuanyu's words for a while.

Due to the influence of the first emperor, the young emperor who is now sitting on the throne of the golden dragon has no good impression of the people in the rivers and lakes. It's better to say that the Xiongdao Hundred Association has been held under his nose so far, which is an unexpected thing.

"The Son of Heaven didn't even warn about this matter...... even Nie Junhuai felt a little too much to say.

"Now is not the time for you to worry about the Son of Heaven. Wen Chuanyu glanced at him meaningfully.

When Nie Junhuai heard this, he leaned over and sighed: "Life and death are fateful." At this point, I don't care about it. ”

Wen Chuanyu shook the folding fan and was rarely silent for a while.

His gaze pierced through the rain curtain to the hazy landscape in the distance.

"Do you regret it?"

"No regrets. Nie Junhuai replied.

A smile appeared on the corner of Wen Chuanyu's mouth.

Nie Junhuai said seriously: "I have done all the evil things in my life, my ten fingers are stained with blood, and I have done a few good deeds. Good and evil have their own rewards, and if I failed to find a century-old foundation for the Nie family, it was my Nie Jun who was not good enough. If you die alone, you deserve it. ”

"If the Greedy Demon Hall can win this battle, the Nie family's century-old foundation can still be expected. Wen Chuanyu said.

Nie Junhuai was stunned, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and shook his head.

"The forbidden army is not counted, just when it comes to peak martial artists, there are at least three first-class masters in Da Nei, and the chivalrous people in Bianliang City are even more masters. A mere demon hall can't shake the foundation of Bianliang. ”

This Bianliang City is not a showmanship. The heavenly capital that rules this empire has its own unbreakable strength.

"There are three first-class people in the palace, and here in the Greedy Demon Palace, there are just three of them. Wen Chuanyu said, "The three kings, six evils and four evils, plus Han Kuo's father and son, except for the bad boy Chu Ting, who has died under the hands of Dailou Duyun, the rest of them are in their heyday. If they go straight to the palace and take the priceless head, it will not be difficult. ”

Nie Junhuai groaned: "It depends on how they arrange it." ”

After a pause, he smiled bitterly again: "Anyway, I can't see it, and I'm not afraid of going in the wrong direction." ”

Wen Chuanyu was silent for a while, without saying a word, he flipped the face of the wheelchair and pushed towards the exit.

Nie Junhuai didn't stop it, just looked at the rain curtain outside the sky with concentration.

When he walked to the door of the room, Wen Chuanyu paused for a moment.

"Some people say that Nie Baishuang is the sword of the Nie family, and you are the sword of the Nie family. I don't agree with that. ”

He smiled.

"You are the sharpest sword of the Nie family. Open on both sides, vertical and horizontal. ”

Nie Junhuai smiled bitterly: "Pass the award." ”

Wen Chuanyu didn't answer again, pushed the wheelchair, and walked farther and farther.

The way downstairs was a bit difficult, but fortunately this was not unfamiliar to Wen Chuanyu. Under the astonished gaze of the shopkeeper, he crossed all the obstacles on the road alone, and his wheelchair slowly stopped at the door of the inn.

Outside the window, the drizzle was murmuring. Wen Chuanyu looked up at the vast sky with a dull expression.

After a long time, he suddenly laughed at himself.

"If you deserve it, then what am I?"