Chapter 34 Chapter Thirty-Third

The voice always sounded ten feet away, but the words were clear, as if they were close to the ear. Everyone followed the sound, but saw a white shadow flying towards the jungle in the south of the wilderness, and approached in front of the tent in an instant, the speed was so fast that even a star-foot pill was not fast enough. Wu Xiaoqiu's expression changed, and he slashed out at the Xiangchuan saint with a palm, intending to kill the Xiangchuan saint before that person arrived. All of a sudden there was a sharp sound, and everyone's eyes were blurred, and they felt a blur of white shadows, the light flickered and then disappeared, and within a radius of five feet, there was darkness, and sand and stones flew up.

The sandstone was gone, and the saint of Xiangchuan was still standing upright on the caravan, but Su Jifei and the maid in palace costume standing beside her were stunned in shock. Beyond Xunzhang, a man in white robe with his face covered in white was standing leaning like Yuan stopped and Yue Zhi, and he was letting out a sigh of relief.Wu Xiaoqiu's complexion changed continuously, and he pointed with his halberd: "You—you..." the masked white robe said humanely; "Old man Sima Daoyuan, surnamed Wu, most of the people you brought to surround the wilderness have their acupoints tapped by this old man. Your plan has come to nothing!"

Wu Xiaoqiu's expression suddenly changed, and he said angrily: "You actually came to set up this beam, don't you know who the saint of Kagawa is?" The white-robed man said coldly: "Don't say too much, anyway, your wishful thinking of reaping profits has been exhausted. In my opinion, you'd better quit immediately." Wu Xiaoqiu was extremely angry and laughed back: "Mountains don't turn around, we will have to fight again sooner or later, and then the old man will see how many lives you have, whether you can survive the third time—" After saying that, he jumped up and flew towards the northern coppice, and disappeared into the dark night in an instant.

All these changes were really unexpected, Zhen Dingyuan no longer cared about taking Zhao Ziyuan's life, stopped his hands and stared blankly at the white-robed man. The white robe said: "The surname is Zhen, what do you say?" Zhen Dingyuan didn't know that the current situation was extremely unfavorable to him, even if no white-robed man appeared, the battle was still lost, he didn't say a word, raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and led away with Hei Kui and the others and the remnants of the silver-clothed team , It disappeared without a trace in a short while.

Su Jifei approached the Xiangchuan Saintess and said: "We have finally won this battle. Zhen Dingyuan and Wu Xiaoqiu came together to attack, but returned in defeat. This matter will surely spread throughout the world within half a month. Just as the saintess wishes, it will have a great reputation for them. A blow is enough to dampen their arrogance and power." The saint of Kagawa exclaimed softly: "This battle is extremely difficult to win. I didn't expect Zhen and Wu's potential power to be so huge, so many unexpected changes will take place. We still need to cultivate more forces in our own team to be able to compete with them." They resist."

Su Jifei said: "The saintess is talented and intelligent, and she is also good at the study of strategy and formation. Even if Zhen Wu and Wu are powerful, why should they be afraid?" Kagawa Saintess Road: "To be honest, in the battle tonight, although I can use strategic strategies to set up the formation, due to the disparity in strength between the two sides, I feel quite powerless. If the young man and the white-robed man from Mengzhong hadn't appeared in time, it is still uncertain who will win the battle." Turning her beautiful eyes, she said again: "We just talked, but the two of them left early."

Su Jifei was slightly stunned, looking back, he saw that Zhao Ziyuan and the man in white had disappeared from the field, he deduced that he must have left quietly when he was talking with the saintess of Xiangchuan. Su Jifei said: "Although the face of the white-robed man is covered with a strip of white, I can recognize who he is. He is Xie..." The saint of Kagawa interrupted: "You don't need to say more, I know." At this time, the maidservants in palace costumes were busy cleaning up the battlefield, taking care of the dead and wounded companions, and a group of masters of white Taoism headed by Qilan Wuyi stepped forward to congratulate the saintess of Xiangchuan.

In the flat forest to the south of the wilderness, Zhao Ziyuan and Xie Jinyin, a white-robed man, faced each other, standing silently. After a long time, Xie Jinyin said: "Boy, do you want to know why those masters of the Bai Dao voluntarily came to serve the saint of Kagawa? Now you should understand the answer.  … Zhao Ziyuan was slightly taken aback, and turned his gaze back to the open field. Four maidservants in palace costumes moved out two black iron boxes from the brightly lit tent. Colored light, just like the twinkling stars, is dazzling. Those two iron boxes were actually filled with countless pearls, emeralds, gold, silver and jewels, which reflected colorful light, and seemed to be extremely precious and rare treasures.

Xie Jinyin murmured: "The Holy Maiden of Kagawa uses her great beauty and intelligence, and has countless jewels and property to use on her behalf. It is really invincible to act in the martial arts." Zhao Ziyuan's heart moved, and he said: "Your Excellency, what you mean is: Qi Lan Wuyi and other decent chivalrous men are actually moved by the heavy rewards of jewels, so they are willing to help the Holy Maiden to fight against Zhen Dingyuan?" Xie Jinyin said: "Of course that's one of the factors, you'll just have to wait and see." As soon as the colorful light faded, Na Qilan Wuyiyan closed the lid of the box, loaded the two iron boxes on the horse's back, and bid farewell to the Holy Maiden of Xiangchuan with fists in his hands, and left with the people they brought.

Zhao Ziyuan took it into his eyes, and suddenly his chest was shrouded in an indescribable melancholy and emptiness. He originally had a good impression of Qilan Wuyi to a certain extent, but now his impression of them has changed, and he seems to be lost in his heart something like... Xie Jinyin said leisurely: "I dare you to be disappointed in human nature, aren't you? In fact, among all living beings, how many people can't be tempted when they see jewels and wealth? The question is whether the acquisition of wealth is legitimate, like Qilan Wuyi, they and Zhen, Wu and Wu are already in a position where good and evil are incompatible, so their motives are understandable for helping the saint to defeat the enemy and get rewards. What's more, after they get the jewels, they either go to help the poor or donate money, which makes it even more impossible to judge from the sidelines discussed..."

Zhao Ziyuan said: "According to your Excellency, if a professional swordsman can do more good deeds, isn't there something worthy of sympathy for his actions?..." A strange light flashed across Xie Jinyin's eyes, and he faltered: "Right and wrong have their own conclusions. Our topic is too far away." While talking and singing, Zhao Ziyuan subconsciously felt that the other party's sigh seemed to contain endless feelings and bitterness, so he couldn't help staring at him strangely. Xie Jinyin looked into the distance and said: "Xiangchuan Saintess and her party are leaving too. They are wandering all over the world, taking tents as their home. I don't know where they will stay?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Could it be Yan Palace? Xiao Ke once heard Zhen Dingyuan say that those girls in palace costumes are all maidservants from Yan Palace—" Xie Jinyin was silent, as if he had fallen into deep thought. Zhao Ziyuan's gaze never left the wilderness, he saw Li Xin and the saintess of Xiangchuan curl up on the inside of the caravan, and Su Jifei had already sat on the car platform, whipped his horse whip, and the caravan flew away like a gallop. Until now, the maids in palace costumes began to tidy up the tent and bedding. After a while, five smaller two-headed carriages drove out of the northern coppice. The caravan in front of them was galloping in single file. Seeing this, Zhao Ziyuan thought to himself: "It turns out that behind the carriage of the saint of Xiangchuan, there are five carriages carried by the maidservants. It is estimated that the distance between the carriage and the five carriages behind is about 20 feet. No wonder I just saw it before. That caravan is nothing more than a caravan, and if ordinary people don’t know it, they will mistakenly think that the saint is walking alone in the river and lake.” Xie Jinyin's voice interrupted his contemplation: "The battle is over, you can return the sword to the old man." Zhao Ziyuan woke up like a dream, and slowly handed over the long sword with the yellow tassel in his hand. Xie Jinyin said: "You have mastered the three styles of Fufeng, and you will have to walk in the rivers and lakes without weapons. You should go to the blacksmith's shop to build one yourself." He put away the sword box, turned around and ran in big strides. Zhao Ziyuan watched his back gradually go away. For some reason, he felt a feeling of melancholy. Then he left the place and walked in different directions. He walked to the dawn in one breath. At that time, I entered a town market. After a whole night of tossing and tossing, Zhao Ziyuan was physically and mentally exhausted, so he found an inn to stay, and he rested for a whole day. In the evening, he asked the waiter about the location of the blacksmith shop in the town, and walked to the south of the street. . He walked around that street twice, and finally reached the blacksmith's shop. The front door was not too small. When Zhao Ziyuan stepped into the door, the shopkeeper had already greeted him. The store manager is an old man with a long body, and he said with a smile: "Is the guest officer going to forge weapons?" Zhao Ziyuan secretly thought that although the shopkeeper in front of him was old, his vision was unambiguous, and he could tell at a glance that he was a custom-made guy, and said immediately: "Yes, I want to order a sword." The shopkeeper blinked his eyes and said: "Coincidentally, a customer ordered a sword from our shop one month ago, and he promised to pick it up in five days, but he has never seen that customer come again until now. How about transferring this sword to you? It might take three to five days to build one." Zhao Ziyuan thought of the emblem and said: "The shopkeeper, bring it here and let me have a look, okay? If it suits my use, I will buy it myself." The shopkeeper turned around and walked into the inner room, and after a while came out holding a long sword in both hands, Zhao Ziyuan took it over, drew the sword out of its sheath, and immediately emitted a silver light.Zhao Ziyuan waved it slightly, and couldn't help shouting: "Good sword! Good sword!" Looking at the shopkeeper, he said: "How much is the shopkeeper asking for?" The shopkeeper said without hesitation: "Five hundred taels of silver." Zhao Ziyuan was stunned for a while, the shopkeeper's asking price was astonishingly high, he subconsciously touched his pocket, Qi Qi Ai Ai said: "A good sword can be bought for as little as ten taels of silver. Are you right?" The shopkeeper said coldly: "This sword is absolutely different from other swords. If the guest officer knows the goods, he won't think it's too expensive." Zhao Ziyuan said: "What's so good about it?" The innkeeper seemed to be unaware of Zhao Ziyuan's question, so he couldn't answer for a while. After a while, he said: "See for yourself, I can't tell why." Zhao Ziyuan heard the other party's words faltering, he couldn't help feeling suspicious in his heart, he carefully touched the sword in his hand, and saw that the sword body was neither copper nor iron, and it glowed with a soft dark red light, the edge of the sword was not very sharp, and he held it in his hand On the surface, it is much heavier than ordinary swords. Looking closely at the hilt of the sword, the traces of being rubbed by fingers are very obvious, which shows that this sword has a history of many years or even decades, and it is by no means newly forged.With this discovery, Zhao Ziyuan couldn't help asking: "Just now the shopkeeper said that this sword was ordered by a customer from your store a month ago. Is this statement unreliable? In my opinion, this sword is definitely not new." The shopkeeper smiled and said: "It doesn't matter whether it's new or old, anyway, I've sold it for five hundred taels of silver, and it's up to you whether you buy it or not..." Zhao Ziyuan was speechless, thinking to himself that he really had no reason to ask others these questions, he thought for a while, and said: "I'm sorry, but I can't afford the price, I'd better order another bite." Seeing that the deal could not be concluded, the shopkeeper hurriedly said: "Guest officer, don't get angry, we run a shop, sometimes we have to lie a little bit for the sake of business, you are a discerning person, this sword is indeed not a new product, let alone made by our shop—" With a light cough, he continued: "The thing is like this. A month ago, a middle-aged strong man wandered from the capital to this town. He spent all his money on the road. He owed a lot of money and room money to the inn in the town. He only brought this sword with him, so the shopkeeper introduced him to take the sword to the shop to pawn a few taels of silver, saying that he would redeem it in one month..." Zhao Ziyuan said: "How much did that man pass Shi Jiandian?" The shopkeeper said: "Twenty taels of silver." Zhao Ziyuan was furious and said: "Since that man only pawned twenty taels of silver, and now you want to sell it for five hundred taels, it's amazing that the price has increased by twenty times. Don't you think it's a rare commodity?" The shopkeeper said slowly: "The guest officer is right. I just thought it was a rare commodity to live in, so the price has risen to this level." Zhao Ziyuan said: "Tell me why?" The shopkeeper said: "The night before yesterday, two men in strange clothes also came to this shop to order weapons. They saw this sword unexpectedly. One of them was overjoyed and immediately offered to buy it for five hundred taels, but the money in his pocket was not enough. After counting, another seemingly robbing idea was stopped by his companion, who warned him not to cause trouble, so as not to alarm other martial arts figures..." Zhao Ziyuan felt strange in his heart, and secretly guessed the origin of the two men in strange clothes as mentioned by the shopkeeper, only listening to the shopkeeper continue: "Those two people decided at the time to come back to buy this sword two days later, but they haven't returned yet. In the past two days, the guest officer is the first one to come to the door for business. I know this sword must be extraordinary. I will charge you five hundred taels, anyway, as long as the sword can be sold, it doesn't matter if it is sold to anyone, hehe, what do you think?" A feeling of disgust surged up in Zhao Ziyuan's heart, thinking that the other party is a philistine businessman after all, he only pays attention to the word "profit" in everything, and does not value faith at all, but although he hates it, because he is not the owner of the sword, it is naturally inconvenient to treat him put one's oar in. Zhao Ziyuan said: "When is the deadline for the redemption stated by the owner of this sword?" The shopkeeper said: "With a period of one month, today is the last day." Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes came from the street, and they gradually approached. Two knights reined in their horses in front of the blacksmith shop—— The shopkeeper's face suddenly changed, and he said in a trembling voice: "He... the two of them are here. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't sell you this sword. I reached out to take back the sword in Zhao Ziyuan's hand, but Zhao Ziyuan withdrew his hand intentionally or unintentionally. sweating a lot. The two knights jumped off their horses and stepped forward in unison, Zhao Ziyuan took a closer look and saw that the comer was wearing a left coat, his outfit was really weird, but his face was quite familiar. After the two people stepped into the shop, they saw a young man standing sideways in front of him, holding the sword in his hand, while the shopkeeper was rubbing his hands anxiously, and immediately understood what was going on. Before the person on the right had time to see Zhao Ziyuan's face clearly, he stretched out his palm and slapped the counter, and a piece of the board immediately cracked, shouting: "Shopkeeper! You don't want to open this bird shop, and dare to break your promise and sell that sword to others? I got angry and smashed the shop immediately." He yelled and cursed, and the Chinese he spoke was not pure, and he seemed a little out of tune. The store manager was so startled that his face turned green and pale for a while, and he bowed and bowed to the two of them, but he couldn't make a sound for a long time. Another thinner man said: "Are you calm down? Just wait for me to deal with it." Turning to Zhao Ziyuan, he said: "Little brother, let's—" The voice stopped abruptly, until now he saw Zhao Ziyuan's face clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and could not speak the following words again.Zhao Ziyuan said with a smile: "Nuantu, Bakedtu, we haven't seen each other for a long time." "I'm about to ask you two questions. I overheard your conversation the other day, and I learned that you are from outside the Great Wall..." The baked rabbit shouted, "Shut up—" Zhao Ziyuan looked complacent and said: "Looking at the appearance of the two of you, I'm afraid they sneaked into the customs. Since you don't want me to say it, I will go out without showing off." Roasted Rabbit's expression darkened, as if he was about to have a seizure, Nuan Rabbit quickly winked at him, reached out his hand and took out a heavy bag of silver, put it on the counter, and said: "This is five hundred taels of silver, shopkeeper, please give us the sword—" The shopkeeper stared at the white silver, his eyes were straightened, he touched his head, salivated and said to Zhao Ziyuan: "Guest officer, please be a little bit wronged, the two of them have already bought it first." Zhao Ziyuan said: "Since that's the case, you can take this sword. Although the sword is hard to find, I don't want to keep it for myself." The shopkeeper said happily: "Guest officer is so refreshing, I would like to thank you in advance." He came forward and wanted to take the sword, who knew he had exhausted all his strength, but the sword was still in Zhao Ziyuan's hand, he couldn't hold it. The shopkeeper was sweating profusely and said: "Is the guest officer deliberately teasing me?" Zhao Ziyuan said lightly: "I have no problem, I'm afraid the owner of the sword will not agree." In an instant, the faces of the two men in different clothes sank, and the shopkeeper murmured: "The owner of the sword? He..." Zhao Ziyuan interrupted and said: "Today is the last day for the owner of the sword to redeem the sword. The deadline has not yet passed. How can you resell it to others in spite of money?" The shopkeeper stopped talking for a while, and the rabbit sneered and said: "The shopkeeper sells swords, let's buy swords, boy, why do you intervene in this matter, are you impatient?—" The eyes of the two men in different clothes flickered, and they raised their palms fiercely, both of them attacked Zhao Ziyuan. Zhao Ziyuan only felt that the other party's palm strength was as heavy as a mountain, but before the palm strength arrived, the inner strength from the palm was already crushing his body, he was secretly surprised, the Nuantu and Roasted Rabbit obviously possessed extraordinary skills, Zhao Ziyuan waved his free left hand, and made three palm strikes in a row, but was forced to retreat three steps. Surprised in his heart, he thought: "The martial arts of these two people are by no means inferior to that desert monster Han Di Yifei, and the martial arts of the two of them and Di Yifei seem to belong to the same level. Above them, there must be a teacher. According to this way , there actually exists an unknown peerless master in the desert?" The more he thought about it, the more chilling he felt, the shadows of his palms fluttered, he passed seven moves hastily, Zhao Ziyuan just couldn't stop backing up, finally he was forced to the corner, there was no room for retreating. Zhao Ziyuan had no way to retreat, he pushed out the sword with his right hand, but heard a crisp sound of "choke", sword stars flew all over the sky, and a murderous aura rushed out. He tried his best to protect himself, subconsciously resorted to the "Xiajin Fenghan", the strike of this sword is really as fast as lightning, the sound is like thunder, and the power is so powerful that it can shock people's hearts. In an instant, the faces of the two men in different clothes paled, and Nuan Mian said loudly: "Baked Rabbit! The fight is turning around!" During the sound of drinking, his body jumped up into the air, his palms resting on his chest, and he slashed straight down. At almost the same moment, Roasted Rabbit also jumped into the air, and Nuan Rabbit and Roasted Rabbit passed by each other in an instant. After the shape was wiped away, it turned into two arcs, one left and one right to attack. Zhao Ziyuan never expected that when he used the "Fufeng Sword Style", the two opponents not only did not retreat, they could even counterattack with their palms. He knew that the Nuantu and Hongtu's joint attack was "fighting". "Turn to the horizontal" is the ultimate skill in the palm technique. In the past, Di Yifei, the strange man from Mobei, used this move alone when he was fighting Shaolin Juehai God Monk in front of Taizhao Fort. Now it is used by two masters in cooperation. Come out, it has another momentum. All of a sudden, Nuantu and Baantu's palms were chopping and slicing, and each had struck more than ten palms. Zhao Ziyuan made a decisive decision, made a slight mistake in his steps, and leaned to the left quickly. sword! It was too late to say it, it was so fast at that time, only the sound of "woo" and "woo" screamed suddenly lit up, the sword light shone, and Zhao Ziyuan rushed a few steps to the right, just standing at the entrance of the gate. And the roasted rabbits also fell to the ground, the clothes of both of them had been scratched by the sword point! Nuantu said coldly: "Good swordsmanship!" The rabbit's face was as cold as ice and snow, and he glanced at Zhao Ziyuan.road: "He—is he all right under our fighting?" Nuantu said: "It's not going to be all right. When have you heard of anyone who can get away with our 'fighting and crossing' move?" As soon as the words were finished, Zhao Ziyuan's body was covered, and he opened his mouth to spit out a bloody arrow! The shopkeeper's face was pale with fright, and he said in a trembling voice: "Three... Ying... heroes, please go outside..." He said that, but his body had already hid under the counter, and he didn't dare to poke his head out again. The baked rabbit said with a sinister smile: "Boy, you have found out our secret, and you are brave enough to take care of this matter. Today you will never leave this place!" Zhao Ziyuan adjusted his breath with luck, and said slowly: "With the two of you, can it be done?" The baked rabbit has not yet returned, and someone outside the door said: "This little brother is right. Although he suffered some internal injuries, judging from his sword skills, you two Tartars still can't take his life." The voice was low and clear, and the voice was ear-piercing. A figure flashed from Zhao Ziyuan's side. With the eyesight of Nuantu and Roasted Rabbit, he didn't even see the figure of the person coming. , that leisurely demeanor, as if he was standing in this shop in the first place. All six eyes fell on him. The man was of middle age, dressed in a short jacket, and his figure was very tall and rough. He stood between the three of them like an iron tower. As soon as the baked rabbit saw this person, a happy expression appeared on his face, and he said: "Brother Di, you came just in time..." The middle-aged burly man said in a deep voice: "Who is your Brother Di?" The Nuantu and the baked rabbit seemed to be taken aback when they heard the words, and the baked rabbit said with a puzzled face: "Brother Di, don't you recognize us? I'm Baked Rabbit, he's Nuan Rabbit, don't you..." The middle-aged burly man interrupted coldly: "I don't know what dead rabbits or live rabbits are. The two of you don't know what to say. If you continue to entangle like this, it will never end." Nuantu looked uncertain and said: "Then you..." the middle-aged man said: "I am the owner of this precious sword. I came here specially to redeem this sword today. Hurry up and leave!" Nuantu and Roasted Rabbit looked at each other, and remained silent for a long time. Roasted Rabbit still had to argue, but his partner, Nuantu, waved his hand and left the shop first. Yantu hesitated for a moment, then finally stamped his feet severely, and hurried away behind Nuantu. The middle-aged burly man turned around slowly, Zhao Ziyuan met him face to face, and saw that the man's face was ashen, flat and expressionless, obviously wearing a human skin mask. Zhao Ziyuan sneered in his heart and said: "Di Yifei! Di Yifei! Although you are wearing Han Chinese clothes and wearing a human skin mask, how can you hide your unique and unusual voice and posture from my eyes and ears?" The middle-aged burly man stared at Zhao Ziyuan for a while, and said: "Brother's swordsmanship is superb, so I can teach our family to admire—" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Your Excellency is absurd." The burly man took out two ingots from the dart bag, turned his head and said: "Boss, this is twenty taels of silver, together with the five hundred taels of silver left by the two tartars, is it enough to redeem my sword?" The shopkeeper tremblingly stood up from under the counter, looked up and down the middle-aged burly man for a long time, and stammered: "But you... the distinguished guest seems to be not the one who came to pledge with a sword a month ago..." The burly man's eyes were wide open, revealing the coldness, the shopkeeper shuddered involuntarily, and even his voice was choked in his throat. The burly man said coldly: "Greatly, your shopkeeper is old and dazzled. If I am not the owner of the sword, who is?" The shopkeeper dared not make eye contact with him any more, and said: "Yes, yes, I didn't see clearly just now, that sword was pledged by you. You are the strong man who came to this town from the capital a month ago. The sword is in the hands of the little guest officer. Take it." The burly man turned to Zhao Ziyuan and said: "Brother, what do you say?" Zhao Ziyuan was suspicious in his heart, but he didn't show it, saying: "Since the sword belongs to Your Excellency, it is right to return it to the original wall." Immediately, he handed the sword in his hand to the burly man, who took the sword and said happily: "My little brother is really quick. If it weren't for the important relationship between this sword, it doesn't matter if I give it to my little brother..." Zhao Ziyuan frowned and said: "Do you know the origin of this sword?" The burly man said: "As far as I know, this sword is called 'Green Rhinoceros'. It is a magical weapon made by a famous craftsman in the former dynasty, iron chopsticks. Its power can cut gold, cut jade, cut hair and split strands. It was originally owned by Qiao Rushan, a sword in Zhongzhou. Qiao Rushan After his death, he was lost in the rivers and lakes, and then I accidentally bought it in Beijing." When he said the last few sentences, he couldn't help hesitating, Zhao Ziyuan didn't know that he was lying, he sneered secretly in his heart, but he couldn't tell the truth. The burly man continued: "There is also a legend in the rivers and lakes that this 'Green Rhinoceros Soldier' ​​is an ominous thing. Its holders have died suddenly and inexplicably one after another. Even the previous owner, Qiao Rushan, was not immune to this fate and was brutally killed by a professional sword. Xie Jinyin was killed on a boat in Cuihu Lake, that's why I can't transfer the Qingrino Sword to you as a gift." It was as if Zhao Ziyuan's body was hit by some heavy object, and he was shocked violently, only the words "Qiao Rushan" and "Xie Jinyin" echoed in his mind. The burly man didn't notice the change in Zhao Ziyuan's expression, he said "goodbye" and strode away with his sword in hand. As soon as the burly man went out, the shopkeeper standing behind the counter suddenly had an indescribably strange look on his face, and a mysterious smile was also twitching at the corner of his mouth.Zhao Ziyuan said: "The store manager..." The words came to an abrupt end, and he turned his head, and saw that the dragon bell on the shopkeeper of the blacksmith shop suddenly disappeared. The shopkeeper seemed to be on alert, bent down, and immediately returned to his old state. He coughed lightly, and said, "Guest officer, what else can I teach you?" Zhao Ziyuan remained calm and said: "It's okay, it's okay, let's go." Turning around and striding away, when he left the blacksmith's shop, he couldn't help the tide of thoughts surging, and asked himself silently: "I can't tell that the shopkeeper of this store is still a problematic person. It's not that he inadvertently showed his flaws in the end, and even I was fooled by him—" After thinking about it again: "That burly man must be Di Yifei, there is no doubt about it, but who is this old shopkeeper? Why is he pretending like this?" Even though he searched his brains, he couldn't find the answer, so he had to stop thinking about it for the time being. He crossed the side street and walked into a restaurant opposite. This restaurant is not too big, it can only accommodate five or six small square tables, Zhao Ziyuan sat down in a corner and ordered the food and drinks to the shop assistant. As soon as the waiter brought the hot food and drink, the door curtain was lifted, and three more people came in. Zhao Ziyuan looked up, and the only one walking in the front was an old man in his fifties, with his eyebrows slanting, and a dignified Chinese character. The face is not angry and majestic, and the demeanor is also very extraordinary. What he was wearing was just an ordinary big woolen coat, but that kind of elegant and luxurious temperament was beyond the reach of any dignitary and rich man in brocade clothes. Zhao Ziyuan just glanced at it, and knew that the old man must be extraordinary, so his heart moved slightly. He secretly thought: "This person's demeanor is extraordinary, and his status is obviously very high. How could he come to this small shop to get drunk?..." The old man was followed by two strong men, their attitudes were quite respectful.Seeing the appearance of the two of them, Zhao Ziyuan further confirmed what he thought. After the three sat down, the shop assistant came up to greet them, and a strong man on the right began to order. He ordered more than a dozen dishes in a row, all of which were very rare and expensive. The old man waved his hand to stop him, and said in a low voice: "Last year, there was a severe drought and the rice in the Kanto region was not harvested. The people's lives were very poor. How could we be so extravagant and wasteful?" The strong man answered "Yes", and then ordered a few small dishes. The old man smiled and said: "You might as well order a cup of wine. Drink a little old wine to warm up your body, but don't drink too much, so as not to miss the business." The two strong men responded in unison, and the waiter waited for them to finish ordering the food and drink, and hurriedly went to make arrangements. A strong man on the right lowered his voice and said: "This morning Jingyang prefect Zhang sent a report that the wind on the road has not been very good in recent days. Let alone thieves and stubborn people, according to a secret report, Mobei Tuman Khan also sent a few boots with martial arts to try to It is not good for the first assistant, if the secret report is true, the first assistant will have to pay more attention to it." The old man snorted coldly and remained silent. The strong man continued: "This time Shoufu went on a tour of the frontiers in a micro-service, and luckily, there were no accidents along the way. However, if those experts outside the pass learn of Shoufu's whereabouts, the risk will increase. According to the young general, we might as well How about turning back here, taking Huayin, and returning to the capital?" The old man said coldly: "Zhuo Qing, as a general of the imperial court, why are you so afraid of things?" The burly man said with gum color on his face: "The life of a young general is not to be cherished, but the safety of the whole country is in the hands of the chief assistant. If something goes wrong, how will the country's affairs be dealt with? What about the sorrow and misfortune of the people? Vow..." The old man shook his head and said: "I have made up my mind, so you don't need to say more."