The worldly world is vague and the providence of God is vast, separating you and me.
The words "broken heart" are dotted, and the sound of wind and rain keeps coming, as if an old friend is coming.
Xu Zhuchen returned to the weapons store without a trace of consciousness. Regardless of Luo Zhi's surprise, he picked up the sword closest to the door, paid the money, took Luo Zhi's hand and returned to the hospital.
"Hurry up." Xu Zhuchen packed together the things he bought for her in the past few days without folding them. He had to pack them after the group was together. "You will leave Zhiyang tonight."
Luo Zhi snatched the furoshiki with quick eyes and hands, and said, "What happened, Master?" He carefully picked out several beautiful silk skirts and arranged them carefully.
Xu Zhuchen looked out the window at the dark sky, knowing that it was going to rain tonight, and his heart became more and more anxious.
She clenched her fists, took out a few taels of silver from her pocket and gave it to Luo Zhi, and said impatiently: "What's happening now... you can't understand it, and I can't explain it either."
She thought of Guan Shan again, and couldn't help but frown: Guan Shan was a weak girl, holding an artifact that controlled time in her hand. As long as she wanted to, she could enter and exit confidential places as if she were in an uninhabited land. Thanks to her kind nature, she didn't cause any trouble.
Now, there is someone holding an artifact as powerful as Guan Shan. Not only did he find out Xu Zhuchen's true identity, he also led her all the way to Zhiyang, allowing her to see the person she had longed for.
With Luo Zhi by her side, she wasn't sure whether she could save the two of them.
Luo Zhi held the silk jacket in his hand and was stunned: "Teacher, you are the best in the world, what is there that you can't deal with?"
When Xu Zhuchen looked at her bright eyes, full of trust in him, he became more and more irritable.
"Luo Zhi," Xu Zhuchen said seriously, "there are far more powerful people in this world than you think. What's even more frightening is that among these top powerful people, the vast majority of them don't need to be 'number one in the world' Such praise.”
Ever since she was promoted to the peak of "The Best Sword in the World", Xu Zhuchen has been receiving too much attention and praise. But it wasn't until a chance encounter in Bizhou Pharmacy that Xu Zhuchen realized that "the best in the world" was just a name.
There are too many people who need her to stand on the peak of "No. 1 in the world" to watch, to promote, and to attract more young people of similar age to her who are just starting out to work hard.
She is indeed strong enough. In her early twenties, she created her own swordsmanship and pointed it at the heroes of the world.
She is too weak, even if she sees through her position, she is unable to break out of this shackles.
The world is much more dangerous than she imagined, and all Xu Zhuchen can do is protect himself.
Luo Zhi saw that Xu Zhuchen was indeed powerless, so he sighed and nodded. After a while, she asked again: "Then my Collapse Cloud Palm..."
Xu Zhuchen sighed: "You are very talented. You mastered the first move in seven days. When you leave Zhiyang, you go find someone... to find 'Han Ling'."
Luo Zhi trembled all over and said with frightened eyes: "Han Ling?"
Xu Zhuchen had no intention of explaining, so he nodded and said: "He is my friend, he just has the same name. He is a handsome man with a rich and beautiful face, and he is also the best descendant of the 'Collapse Cloud Palm'. You go Look for him, there is a pretty girl next to him, she may have some inconvenience in her legs and feet, and she often sits down."
Luo Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "Okay. Then where should I find him?"
Xu Zhuchen clenched his fist with one hand, turned his back to Luo Zhi, thought for a while, and said with a smile:
"Meichuan. He will definitely go to Meichuan."
Luo Zhi took advantage of the night rain to get into the carriage in a hurry, left Zhiyang and went straight to Qinzhou.
Xu Zhuchen sat at the table and couldn't help but smile when he thought of the righteous coachman.
She lit a candle, took out a painting scroll from her bag, and without rubbing the ink, she just put her fingers together and drew a snow-white pattern on the rice paper.
Horizontal and vertical, hook and fold, frost covered the drawing paper, standing on the white and flat rice paper.
She drew a picture of "Pine and Bamboo in Cold Weather".
Han Ling, Shi Song, Xu Zhuchen.
Xu Zhuchen put away his inner strength and unfolded the scroll. Without the blessing of internal energy, the frost and snow on the drawing paper melted quickly under the burning candlelight, and each drop fell on Xu Zhuchen's hand.
Xu Zhuchen looked at it and wanted to wipe away the water stains on his hands, but something fell out of his sleeve inadvertently.
It's a wax pill.
The wax pills are very small, so I might just worry about her not seeing them if I put two of them down. Opening one already left her haunted.
Xu Zhuchen was amused and opened the second wax pill out of boredom.
She pulled out the note and was stunned for a moment.
This wax pill contains a completely different time and place than the first one.
The location was fifty miles northeast of the weapons store, and the other party was very confident that she could make it there.
The time was half an hour ago.
Xu Zhuchen picked up his sword and jumped from the window.
At this time, the night rain had begun to fall, and it was biting and cold, unlike spring rain. Zhiyang is located in the north and high, and its northwest is always covered with ice and snow. Even though Xu Zhuchen had ice-cold internal energy to protect his body, he actually shivered.
She ran in a hurry, glancing at the note from time to time to make sure she was on the right track.
About five miles from the weapons store, it was no longer bustling. Twenty miles further out, it was already out of the main city.
Xu Zhuchen thought to himself: These people are really using their dirty tricks. They don't dare to fight her openly, but they dare to meet people only in the wilderness.
As she thought about it, she walked a little more briskly, counting in her mind that she was almost fifty miles away when a forest appeared in front of her.
It was said to be a forest, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a dense patch of bamboo.
In front of the bamboo forest, there is a broken stone tablet with the words "Hidden Bamboo Valley" written on it.
When Emperor Mo Yuanwen of the previous dynasty was in power, he married "Princess Hanlian" of Diwei. The two put aside the conflicts and discord between the two countries and raised eyebrows and played the piano and the harp in harmony.
But the good times didn't last long. After Princess Hanlian became pregnant, she began to have hysterical attacks from time to time and did things that hurt herself. Emperor Yuanwen felt sad and sent the princess to the junction of Moyuan and Diwei to live in seclusion to recuperate. The princess loved bamboo most, so she planted thousands of bamboo roots in her retreat and named the place "Hidden Bamboo Valley".
When Emperor Wen had free time, he always loved to go to Cangzhu Valley to have trysts with the princess. Since marrying the princess, Emperor Wen has never accepted anyone.
It’s just that most stories in the world don’t have happy endings. The princess gave birth to a son in Zangzhu Valley, named Zangzhu, and died later. Wenpo, who delivered the princess's baby, took away the young son of Emperor Wen and the princess and disappeared.
A few years later, Emperor Wen became ill due to overwork and died of vomiting blood. When he was dying, the palace people heard him crying and saying: "Han Pian... hidden bamboo..."
Xu Zhuchen stood in front of the Cangzhu Valley with mixed feelings. She flew up to stand on a bamboo and looked into the valley.
If we make an appointment to meet in Zangzhu Valley, we will definitely meet in the house where Princess Hanlian lived.
Exhausting too much internal energy along the way, Xu Zhuchen stood on the top of the bamboo, looking around, adjusting his breathing and accumulating internal energy.
She looked around and finally estimated that she had the strength to fight him, then wiped the rain off her face and walked into the valley.
The rain and wind blew, and the bamboo trees rustled, and the branches and leaves set off a violent wave. Xu Zhuchen saw an open space in Xiuzhu and rushed to the nearby area without being in a hurry to land.
She studied it for half a quarter of an hour to make sure there was no one in the open space, then went to the ground to check.
It turned out that those who were waiting in ambush were impatient because they had been waiting for too long. In addition, it was getting late and it was raining heavily, so they returned to the base camp cursing one by one.
Xu Zhuchen externalized his inner strength and illuminated the surrounding scene - he saw only a simple pit trap, a few crossbow arrows, three or four rusty knives and five or six black linen hoods. She looked funny and went to the house.
As soon as Fang opened the door, Xu Zhuchen felt something was wrong.
There was a rustling sound in the house, like a person crawling on the ground, or a mouse sneaking away.
Xu Zhuchen retreated back, his long sword already drawn out to resist. In an instant, countless arrows coated with insect poison flew out of the house. Fortunately, Xu Zhuchen blocked them in time and was not hit.
Only then did she realize that the people outside the house were just bait, designed to lure the enemy deeper. The people in the room are the ones who are really difficult to deal with.
Not daring to neglect, she carefully cut off a wall brick and entered the house through the side wall.
Inside the side wall, there were some bottles filled with poisonous insects. It was too cold when Xu Zhuchen entered the room, and the insects lost their vitality. She picked up a scorpion, feeling funny in her heart. She didn't know who needed to deal with her like this.
After walking into several more rooms, Xu Zhuchen was extremely vigilant, avoiding arrows, fire bombs, and poison gas, and walked all the way to the deepest master bedroom.
She looked back and saw that the house behind her was completely destroyed by hidden weapons and her sword moves, and it was almost impossible to see its original appearance. Come to think of it, if Princess Hanli comes back to her soul, she will definitely grab her ears and scold her.
Xu Zhuchen pushed the door sideways and entered the master bedroom. Before he could get close enough, he saw the flickering candlelight.
There was no one in the house. Just as she expected, those hidden weapons were activated by themselves to prevent anyone who wanted to enter the house.
But in the master bedroom where Zhu Ying shook her head, there was something that frightened her——
On the bed in the master bedroom, there was a thin piece of leather.
Xu Zhuchen is good at painting, so when he turned it over, he recognized its true appearance.
It was a mask. The technique was much more exquisite than Han Ling's, but the material was very inferior. There are several thin and transparent ropes on the two ears of the mask, and there are thin ropes on the facial features, so it can be worn no matter what face shape.
The most important thing is - Xu Zhuchen covered his face with the mask, picked up the candle, and walked towards the bronze mirror in the corner of the room - this mask was almost indistinguishable from Han Ling's own face.
Xu Zhuchen felt a chill in his body and couldn't help but take off his mask.
Since Han Ling fled, only a few people have seen his true face. If it was the people from Yanshan Inn, they didn't need to ruin Han Ling's reputation; if it were someone else, how could they know Han Ling's appearance and make such an exquisite mask?
Who is it, who wants to do something, that would use "Han Ling" at all costs?
Xu Zhuchen carefully explored the house again, but did not see any clues or smell the materials used to make the mask. From this point of view, this room is not the place where the mask was made.
In addition, the mask in his hand was a bit old, but very clean.
This is enough to show that in Zhiyang City, people who can make masks are either unwilling to come, so the owner of the mask can only endure the dirty and old mask, and it was not until today that he was able to replace it. Or, there is an emergency and the mask needs to be changed temporarily.
No matter which one it is, it means that the person who can make the mask is currently in Zhiyang City.
