Bingzhou City was crowded with people.
Bustling crowds, everyone has a place to come and everyone has a place to go.
But he didn't.
He is just an ignorant child.
Destiny is like a naughty child. He doesn't know when he will flick the glass ball into the mud puddle and then throw it away!
Originally, he just wanted to listen to his master's instructions quietly and be a good disciple who listened to his master's words with peace of mind.
But the master is dead.
Brother Changshan, who had been guiding him along the way, also died.
But he met Sister Hongxiang again who liked to command him. He was very happy and thought that he could always follow Sister Hongxiang from now on.
Because he and Zhao Hongxiang are so familiar and so... similar?
Unfortunately, Sister Hongxiang disappeared soon.
Life is like this sometimes. The crutch you trust so much suddenly disappears, and the road ahead can only be hobbled.
He walked back to the noisy and lively streets from Yingge Yanyu's brothel, feeling uncontrollably confused in his heart: "Where should I go? How should I practice my swordsmanship to the level of my master?"
"Going back to Yunmeng Mountain?"
I remembered the time I spent practicing swordsmanship on the lonely mountaintop day and night.
In my memory, the wind blowing from the north of the mountain was so cold and hard!
Maybe I should go back to brother Chang Hao's house and find a way to meet the master, the master who brother Chang Hao said has entered the realm of gods.
Maybe his old man can relieve the confusion in his heart?
Wang Suizhen felt mixed emotions when he thought of his 'wife' Zhu Lingling who was still waiting for him at brother Chang Hao's house.
Is she okay? In fact, it's quite nice to be with her, right? Although I only have Sister Hongxiang in my heart, if I dare not recognize her as my 'wife' now, I'm afraid she will commit suicide, right?
Sometimes things in the world are so wonderful. What you like is not given to you, and what you don’t want is given to you.
Who knows? Maybe this is life.
Wang Suizhen finally made up his mind to go south first and wait until he got out of Bingzhou City. He was suddenly shocked!
There is murderous intent lurking in the crowded and noisy crowd ahead!
Wang Suizhen spent a long time in the crowded crowd, but couldn't find the assassin staring at him!
But he knew in his heart that someone from the Ghost Sword Sect must be here!
What a maggot with bones!
No matter how hard I try, I can't get rid of it!
Wang Suizhen pressed the handle of the knife gently with his palm, and all the muscles in his body began to tighten!
Just as he was about to exert his strength, he suddenly realized that his internal organs were still aching faintly, and waves of cold air were hovering in his chest and abdomen, jumping around!
He felt that something was not good. It seemed that the skill of 'Life and Death' was really sinister. Although he was lucky enough not to die the last time this poison occurred, this poison was like a dog-skin plaster, and it actually lingered in his body and refused to dissipate!
Wang Suizhen knew in his heart that at this stage, he might only have the power of one blow.
After one blow, the "Life and Death Bo" poison relapsed. Although he shouldn't be unconscious like last time, he would definitely lose his combat effectiveness.
If he loses his fighting power and falls into the hands of the Ghost Sword Sect, even if he doesn't die, he may still have to shed his skin!
Although it is the twelfth lunar month of winter and the cold wind is blowing, Wang Suizhen still has beads of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead!
For now, we can only run away quickly!
Wang Suizhen pressed the handle of the knife and slowly backed away. Just three steps back, he was shocked to realize that there were two big men behind him, staring at him fiercely.
There is interception in front and pursuit behind.
Wang Suizhen looked around and saw a restaurant on his left. There were three big characters on the restaurant's signboard: 'Furong Xuan'!
It was the restaurant where Wang Suizhen killed Niu Ba not long ago.
Life is like this sometimes, going round and round and unknowingly returning to the starting point.
Wang Suizhen strode into Furongxuan and went straight to the second floor!
As soon as he climbed to the second floor, Wang Suizhen sighed helplessly.
Maybe the diners know that a death occurred on the second floor not long ago, so there are no diners on the second floor now. There is only one person sitting at the table facing the stairs drinking.
This person is wearing Confucian clothes and a square turban on his head. He has a pot of wine and a table of food, alone, eating and drinking.
Wang Suizhen looked intently and saw that this man was about thirty-two or thirteen years old, thin and tall, and his body was a bit like a bamboo pole like a long mountain. Looking carefully at this man's appearance, there was a hint of righteousness between his eyebrows. Three parts melancholy, four parts chic, with a bookish air all over his body, three strands of black beard under his chin, and bright eyes, he was also looking Wang Suizhen up and down at this time.
Wang Suizhen looked up to the sky and sighed: "What joy is there in life? What fear is there in death? If you want to kill me, Wang Suizhen, just do it directly. Why do you need to be mysterious?"
The scholar gave Wang Suizhen a strange look and asked, "Why did this little brother say this? If you have any difficulties, why don't you sit here and talk over a drink?"
Wang Suizhen was stunned and asked the scholar rather suspiciously: "You...are you not a swordsman from the Ghost Sword Sect of Dongshui Academy?"
After hearing this, the scholar raised his eyebrows slightly and asked with a smile: "Oh? The swordsman of the Ghost Sword Sect of Dongshui Academy? It seems that my little brother has misunderstood me? Come on, sit down and talk!" Standing up Lai pulled out the chair across from the table and made a gesture asking Wang Suizhen to sit down.
Wang Suizhen became more and more surprised and thought to himself: "Looking at the way this man is dressed, he must be a swordsman from the Ghost Sword Sect! But now this man is acting like this because he wants to wait for me to walk over and attack me when I am not paying attention. ? Or was the food and wine tampered with? Poison was added? That's all, that's all. I'm afraid the Ghost Sword Sect has set up a dragnet in Bingzhou City. The poison in my internal organs is now starting to stir up. I'm afraid it will be really difficult for me, the King, to follow today. Run away and die! Where are you afraid of him? The soldiers must die on the battlefield! Just let me see what other tricks the Ghost Sword Sect has before I die?!"
Wang Suizhen snorted coldly, put all his attention on it, pressed the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, and sat on the bench opposite the scholar. As soon as he sat down, the distance between the two suddenly became a wine table with only three feet between them!
So close!
If an attack is launched at such a close range, one hit will kill him!
Of course, it is hard to say whether Wang Suizhen killed the scholar or the scholar killed Wang Suizhen.
The scholar seemed to have never seen Wang Suizhen's expression and movements, and he poured a bowl of steaming Shaoxing rice wine for Wang Suizhen very enthusiastically!
Wang Suizhen did not touch the wine bowl and said coldly: "What do you want to talk about?"
The scholar laughed loudly: "Why are you so unconventional, little brother? I am Wang Bo'an, just a useless scholar. I have been an official in Beijing for these years. I have heard for a long time that Dongshui Academy by the Furong Lake in the south of the Yangtze River is known as the leader of the world's cleanest people. , I happened to pass by Furong Lake today, so I stopped by Furongxuan for a drink. My little brother just said that the swordsmen of the Ghost Sword Sect of Dongshui Academy are chasing you. What do you mean by this? All the people in Dongshui Academy are taught by saints. A man of great Confucianism and elegance actually participated in the fighting and killing of heroes in the arena?"
Wang Suizhen saw the sincerity on the scholar's face with a hint of confusion, and felt a little shaken in his heart: "Did I admit the wrong person? Is this person really not a swordsman from the Ghost Sword Sect?"
But soon he thought of those anecdotal stories Changshan had told him before his death. The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders, but people's hearts are as unpredictable as their stomachs!
Wang Suizhen still did not let go of the handle of the knife, and said with full vigilance: "What disciple of the saint? The swordsmen of the Ghost Sword Sect are all sinister and ruthless. Gu Dexing, the son of Dean Gu of Dongshui Academy, once raped a civilian girl on the street. After they failed to snatch it, they sent swordsmen from the Ghost Sword Sect to kill people and silence them. This is what I have personally experienced! Dean Gu of Dongshui Academy is like this and leads the way to do evil. What else can there be in Dongshui Academy? Good stuff? They’re all a bunch of rats!”
After hearing this, the scholar's face suddenly changed, and he shook his head in disbelief: "Little brother, don't talk nonsense. What evidence is there for what you said?"
Wang Suizhen wanted to test whether the man was lying. He pulled out the long knife from his waist and put it on the table. He said: "This knife is the sword of the Ghost Sword Sect swordsman who came to kill people. That man is not My opponent was killed by me, this sword is the exclusive sword of the Ghost Sword Sect, it is different, the evil sect is abnormal, how can it be fake?"
The scholar looked at the knife on the table and said in surprise: "Hey! Your knife is shaking like a living thing! What a weird knife! It's really different!"
Wang Suizhen's expression suddenly changed: "Hmph, this is the fly from the Ghost Sword Sect here again! If you are really not a swordsman from the Ghost Sword Sect, I advise you to run away now! Otherwise, the sword will be blind for a while, and the sword will be injured. And innocent!"
A mischievous smile appeared on the scholar's face that did not match his age: "Running but not busy, little brother, look here!"
He pointed to the window lattice on one side. Wang Suizhen looked sideways and saw a thick rope passing through the gap in the window lattice and being firmly tied to the thick pillar of the restaurant.
It turns out that outside the window of Furongxuan is Furong Lake, which is half of Bingzhou Prefecture.
To the north of Bingzhou City, Furong Lake is a vast lake that does not freeze during the winter. There are waves on the water and a cold wind blowing.
The scholar smiled and said: "Look below!"
Wang Suizhen looked down along his finger and saw a small boat moored in the lake under the window.
When the boatman on the boat saw the two people upstairs looking at them, he hurriedly waved to say hello to Wang Suizhen and the two.
The rope hanging down happened to hang above the boat!
Wang Suizhen was a little confused and asked: "You...you...what do you mean?"
The scholar said: "We are both fallen people from the end of the world. My current situation is no different from my little brother's."
Wang Suizhen sheathed the ghost sword on the table and frowned: "Are you also being chased by the swordsmen of the Ghost Sword Sect?!"
The scholar took a sip of wine and said distressedly: "I offended Liu Jin, the great eunuch of Xichang, and I couldn't sleep day and night. I was chased by many assassins from the capital to Bingzhou, but it seems that there is no Ghost Sword Sect alone!"
At this time, Wang Suizhen believed 80% of the scholar's words. The scholar's every move did not look like a master who had practiced martial arts. Maybe he was really not a swordsman from the Ghost Sword Sect. He smiled and said: "It is precisely because there is no swordsman from the Ghost Sword Sect." The swordsman is chasing you, so you can survive until today. If the swordsman of the Ghost Sword Sect takes action, you will definitely be a dead man!"
After Wang Boan heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Are the swordsmen of the Ghost Sword Sect so powerful? How about compared to the Lan Master of the Lan Sect?"
Wang Suizhen was shocked and asked in shock: "Among the people who are chasing you, there is Master Lan?"
Wang Bo'an said with a sad face: "Someone told me that Eunuch Liu personally issued an order in the past few days to have Master Lan who is in Jiangnan come and intercept me!"
Wang Suizhen thought for a moment and said: "Compared with Master Lan and the masters of Ghost Sword Sect, he should be in the middle of the pack! Both of them are first-class masters! It's hard to say who is stronger and who is weaker..."
Wang Bo'an clapped his hands and said with a smile: "That's great. I'll ask my little brother to cooperate with me in a good show later!"
Wang Suizhen didn't quite understand. Just when he was about to ask, he heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and five people came up from downstairs!
Wang Suizhen and the scholar immediately stopped talking and looked sideways.
I saw that the five people who came up were all majestic, with their chests held out and their heads raised, triumphantly!
Looking at the outfits of these five people, I saw that they were wearing crane feather hats, flying fish suits, embroidered spring knives on their waists, an extremely exquisite crossbow machine hung uniformly on their back waists, and tiger skin fast boots on their feet. They all looked at Wang Boan with amusement and pride.
