Although he said it beautifully, the moment Zhao Wu'an saw Qiao Xi, he immediately understood that it was useless to do anything.

Hu Buxi just opened a room last night, and after placing the two of them in it, he drove the carriage around White Horse Town a few times overnight, and finally stopped in a deserted courtyard.

When she opened the door, Zhu Nanzhan, who was dressed in black and covered with black hijab, was standing against the bed, the bedside was burning with soothing sandalwood, and when she saw Zhao Wu'an pushing the door in, she was obviously taken aback, and subconsciously wanted not to turn her head.

But then, Hu Buxi also stepped into the door.

The rest of the people, perhaps not very well aware of the bond between the three of them, also moved to follow. After all, everyone had heard of the appalling Luo Shen case in Hangzhou at that time.

The small window was closed, and the snow outside the window was imprinted on the wooden lattice.

Qiao Xi, who was lying on the bed, was almost a different person than the last time they met, she had lost a lot of weight, as if she had taken off a layer of heavy painted skin, leaving only skinny skin.

His body was covered with a thick three-layer quilt, but Qiao Xi was still trembling, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and his long hair was yellow and dull. She is the same age as Zhao Wu'an, Hu Buxi and others, but she looks like she is fifty or sixty years old.

Zhu Nanzhan stood silently to the side, and Zhao Wu'an approached the bedside and looked down at Qiao Xi.

It was a familiar face.

As the saying goes, three years old looks old, when He Yanshan was only three years old, Liao Niang touched her head and said that no matter how Yanshan grows up in the future, it is impossible to be more beautiful than now.

She was wrong. Qiao Xi is obviously much more beautiful than He Yanshan when she was a child, although her facial features have hardly changed, whether it is Zhao Wu'an or Hu Buxi, they all recognized her the first moment they saw her.

When she was seven years old, Liao Niang made a portrait of each of the three of them, but the painting was not of the seven-year-old them, but ten years later, the seventeen-year-old Zhao Wu'an, Hu Buxi and He Yanshan.

Liao Niang looks at people accurately. Although the portrait she painted was ten years later, Zhao Wuan hardly felt that there was anything wrong, and he and Hu Buxi, who were seventeen years old, did look like that. There was a little laziness on the corners of his eyebrows, and the corners of Hu Buxi's mouth and eyebrows were full of laugh lines.

And He Yanshan is what Qiao Xi looks like now.

Now, another decade has passed. Those two years of no guessing on the Mobei grassland are nearly 20 years ago in the blink of an eye.

Hugh said that it was him, even if Hu Buxi didn't like it, I'm afraid he would have forgotten it.

He turned around to find Hu Buxi, but found that Hu Buxi had already stood three steps away from the bed, motionless, frozen like a statue.

In the silence, Zhu Nanzhan sighed softly: "I'm sorry. I knew I couldn't hide it from you, but I still secretly followed you all the way. Hu doesn't like to know you, so he will never take this risk......"

Until Qiao Xi was terminally ill.

If it can be treated as soon as possible, maybe you can live for a longer time. The bumps along the way and the changeable weather must only aggravate Qiao Xi's condition.

As if seeing what Zhao Wu'an was thinking, Zhu Nanzhan slowly shook his head and said, "When I first fell ill, I secretly found the best doctor in the capital to diagnose it, and it was an incurable disease. Even if you are recuperating in bed...... It won't last long. ”

"So you took her with you and watched her die early in pain?" Zhao Wu'an asked categorically.

He looked towards Qiao Xi, but the question pointed directly at Hu Buxi.

Hu Buxi turned his head away.

"She didn't even have anyone to send her to death, and I couldn't bear it. ”

Zhao Wu'an paused for a long time before he said, "You and I may be the same." ”

Zhu Nanzhan took a soft breath.

"But at least I can send her on this last journey...... There is no one to die for me, it is nothing. Hu Buxi smiled bitterly, "And boss, look, isn't this the happy ending? The murderer you want to punish, the person I will never hurt in this life, is going to die in this way...... It's all good for you and me, isn't it?"

Zhao Wu'an only felt like a fish in his throat, and said hoarsely: "...... What is this. ”

"Nothing, just a bastard. ”

Hu Buxi clenched his fists, and after a moment, he released weakly.

Zhu Nanzhan said with concern: "Don't be angry......"

Her innate eye for qi observation is the clearest and most obvious to see the flow of true qi on the master's body. Hu Buxi's true qi is now reversed, and he is about to self-destruct his dantian almost instantly, how can he not make Zhu Nanzhan anxious.

Hu Buxi smiled.

The true qi around his body rolled up more and more.

Zhao Wu'an sighed: "If you had said that Qiao Xi's life would not be long, I would not be a ruthless person......

"But in this case, you have to let the boss sell face. After all, Qiao Xi is a murderer, and I still know this in my heart. ”

Hu Buxi said with a smile: "The boss is the one who saved my life, gave up his life to beg for food for me, and suffered countless rattan beatings for me." I can owe everyone in my life, but I don't dare to owe the boss anymore. ”

"Even if it's for He Yanshan?" Zhao Wu'an sighed.

"Even if it's for He Yanshan. Hu Buxi smiled.

Zhu Nanzhan rushed out with a brisk step, and was about to make a move, but was grabbed by Hu Buxi's wrist.

"I said you, it's okay to do it once or twice, but if you want to put down a first-class master three times, isn't it too much?"

"You're in a fallen realm!" Zhu Nanzhan shouted, "If this continues, Hugh said that Qiao Xi is alive and dead, and you yourself will be in danger of your life first!"

Needless to say, the other people in the room also felt a bundle of true qi escaping.

Mrs. An whispered a few words to An Guangmao, An Guangmao was stunned, and walked out of the door honestly.

"Take care of your mother. Before leaving, he commanded Annan.

Mrs. Ann turned her head nonchalantly.

Hu Buxi was also as unimpressed as ever: "Yes, I'm in the realm, so what?"

"Let him go. Zhao Wu'an said coldly and sat down cross-legged in front of Qiao Xi's bed.

Zhu Nanzhan showed disbelief on his face, and his eyes were full of anxiety when he looked at Hu Buxi.

Hu Buxi was not impatient or impatient, quietly walked up to Qiao Xi, and reached out to wipe the fine sweat oozing from her white forehead.

True Qi rushed back and forth in the small room, the windows on all sides creaked, and Duan Taoli was almost unsteady on his feet.

No one spoke, and the room was silent for a moment. The incense burner in the corner of the wall was burning quietly, and Hu Buxi always had a bleak smile on the corner of his mouth.

An Guangmao came back, and unexpectedly, he invited a monk who was not bitter.

The monk didn't communicate much with the rest of the room, but quietly spread out a futon on the floor, sat cross-legged on it, and muttered scriptures.

The sound of chanting echoed through the guest rooms.

Zhu Nanzhan pushed the door out and closed the door behind him.

Qiao Xi stopped breathing about a quarter of a minute. No one went to confirm it, but she saw that the thin body under the futon stopped trembling, and a faint blue death appeared on her face.

The voice of the non-bitter monk chanting gradually became louder. The sound of Buddha bursts, and it spreads far outside through the window. The people walking outside heard the sound and all stopped, looked up in confusion, and looked at the inconspicuous inn.

The pane was suddenly torn off by a nameless force, and it was thrown into a bleak snowstorm.

With a wave of his sleeves, hundreds of gray and white butterflies flew out of his sleeves, covering Qiao Xi's body.

As if explaining, he said to Hu Buxi: "It's a butterfly of requiem." Not poisonous. ”

Hu Buxi didn't speak, but Zhao Wuan said: "Forget it, your kindness is understood, she should be worthy of Mobei's burial method." ”

Mobei is good for burial, or simply put into the deep stream to feed the vultures, but where are the vultures in the Shu Mountains in this deep winter?

Hu Buxi stepped forward and hugged Qiao Xi from the layers of bedding.

"I'll come when I go. He said with a gloomy face.

Then he stepped on the pane suddenly, and just like Qiao Xi who committed murder in Yuhang Town that day, jumped out of the window, a few ups and downs, and disappeared.

Zhao Wu'an stood up and said solemnly: "Thank you for your help." ”

The non-bitter monk replied lightly: "There is no bitterness in the past. Fu continued to recite.

Zhao Wu'an walked out of the door and ran into Zhu Nanzhan who was hiding in the corner of the corridor wiping his tears.

He smiled wryly, "How can you be more sad than that fat man." ”

"He's going to fall! Do you know what a fall is? He's going to fall out of the first grade! And it's possible to ...... from now on. I can't step into that anymore!"

Zhu Nanzhan's voice was full of tears. Seven points of regret, three points of pain.

One of the few first-class realms, naturally it is not just about entering and retreating. Hu Buxi has been witnessed by heaven and earth with a knife, and he is a good product.

However, if you fall out of the realm of a product at this time, and then return to the realm that surpasses all living beings, it is very difficult, no less than starting all over again. Throughout the ages, many masters have been successful at a young age, but they have been disturbed by emotional injuries and have fallen into the realm, and they have never been able to enter that realm in their lives.

As the two spoke, more fine true qi leaked out of the room and poured into the long corridor.

Zhao Wu'an was silent for a long time and nodded.

"I know, Hu Buxi's realm is not easy to come by, and he is a powerful candidate to impact the realm of destiny. ”

Zhu Nanzhan muttered, "I just feel sorry for ......"

A good talent, but he will fall here.

Snow was falling outside the window.

Zhao Wu'an walked to the window, silently staring at the flying snow, wisps of true qi accompanied by the distant and solemn voice of the Buddha, passing by.

"What about the horse?" Zhao Wu'an suddenly asked.

Zhu Nanzhan was stunned: "What?"

"Where did Hu Buxi hide the skinny horse that pulled the cart?" asked Zhao Wu'an thoughtlessly.

Zhu Nanzhan was stunned for a long time, shook his head and said, "...... I don't know, it should be put with the carriage, didn't you find it?"

Zhao Wu'an was silent for a while. "Got it. ”

Zhu Nanzhan was inexplicable: "That horse...... What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Zhao Wu'an looked at the flying snow outside the window, "What happened in White Horse Town, I probably have some eyebrows. ”

The scattered true qi suddenly paused, and then rushed out of the house with a soft roar, rolling against the wind and snow, condensing above the long sky.

On this day, He Yanshan, who was born in Mobei, was buried in the belly of 100,000 mountains in Shudi.

On this day, the world's sword heroes Hu did not like it, and fell out of the country.