this day—
The wind and snow have gradually stopped, the sky is bright and clear, and it seems that there are signs of clearing up.
Liu Yanbo got up early, and tidied up his own floor as usual without leaving a trace.
"Are you going back to Haishi today?" Liu Yanbo picked up the quilt and put it in the cabinet.
"Um."
Yin Hanruo was sitting in front of the dressing table, tidying up his makeup carefully, so even the answer sounded a bit perfunctory.
But soon—
Then she came to her senses and heard Liu Yanbo's voice—
What Liu Yanbo just said was "you", not "we".
Yin Hanruo temporarily stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at Liu Yanbo, and asked doubtfully, "Aren't you going back with me?"
"You go back first, I will go back two days later." Liu Yanbo explained: "I'm going to pay back a favor."
"Whose favor?" Yin Hanruo asked.
"It's the person who sent me back that morning." Liu Yanbo didn't think for a moment and was at a loss for words, because these answers were what he had planned last night. What is he going to do today.
really-
Yin Hanruo fell silent.
Yin Hanruo didn't know who sent Liu Yanbo back that morning, although she really wanted to know who that person was, but since he didn't want her to know, she couldn't be an ignorant person.
It was so that day, and it is still so now.
The meaning in Liu Yanbo's words is obvious enough, so obvious that anyone who is not a fool can hear it—
He made some sort of deal with the guy as a condition of getting him out of the ring.
There is no such thing as a free lunch—
If Yin Han can understand, he has no doubts.
Similarly, now she also really wants to know what kind of agreement there is between Liu Yanbo and that person, but she can't take the initiative to ask, because she is not an ignorant person.
after all-
Liu Yanbo didn't even want to tell her who that person was, so how could he tell what kind of agreement he had with that person
This is probably one of the other party's explicit requirements, right
At least if Yin Han thinks so, she can only think so.
After being silent for a while, Yin Hanruo raised his eyes to look at Liu Yanbo, and asked seriously, "Is there any danger?"
In this matter, this seems to be the only thing she can actively ask now. This is the most powerless concern she has for her husband as a wife at this time.
Because even if there is danger, can Liu Yanbo not go
Yin Hanruo understands Liu Yanbo, he has always been a man of his word.
"No." Liu Yanbo replied firmly, but with a soft smile on his face.
Is there really no danger
At least in Liu Yanbo's opinion, what he's going to do next is not dangerous, because there are very few things in this world that can make him feel dangerous.
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So what exactly is Liu Yanbo going to do
After breakfast, Liu Yanbo and Du Xiaotian first sent Yin Hanruo to the airport to meet Shangguan Qingmeng, and after they left, he hailed a taxi outside the airport alone.
Where is he going
This is a private house, and it is in a sufficiently secluded location. Not only is it far away from the city center, but even the traffic is a bit inconvenient, and there is still a long distance from the nearest road.
This house looks like it has been around for some years. Although it is not to the extent of being dilapidated, it looks really old, and there is no sign of long-term habitation, because the floor at the door is not only covered with moss, but even some stone slabs There are already weeds growing in the gaps.
But today, its doors are wide open.
Looking around, the scene inside the house is more depressed than the scene outside the house. The open-air yard has been covered with snow, and the ginkgo tree in the yard has lost its "imperial air" in the past, leaving only a bare The branches and leaves have already fallen with the wind, falling on every place it can reach...
In fact, many years ago, Liu Yanbo lived in this house for a while, it was a boring but comfortable life, there was nothing to miss, but at least it was not blurred in memory.
There is a stone table and four stone benches under the ginkgo tree. A pot of good tea is being boiled on the stone table. It is the best Yuqian Longjing tea. Liu Yanbo has already smelled its fragrance outside the door.
The tea maker was a middle-aged man, he was much older than Liu Yanbo, but when he saw Liu Yanbo walk in, he got up and waited, like a student waiting for a teacher.
"Sir." This is the respectful title of middle-aged men to Liu Yanbo, and it has always been like this.
Liu Yanbo had gotten used to this middle-aged man's respect for him a long time ago, so he just responded with a gentle smile, then sat down on one of the stone benches and poured himself a cup of hot tea.
"Sir, here are the documents you want." The middle-aged man sat down again and handed over a document bag.
Liu Yanbo took the file bag and put it aside, drank a cup of tea and asked, "Does Elder Wen have any other explanations?"
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Mr. Wen said, Mr. Hope's trip will be a debtor's responsibility."
"Only this sentence?" Liu Yanbo smiled lightly.
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded again.
Liu Yanbo shook his head with a smile, with a little helplessness in his smile, he stood up and said, "I'll try my best."
After speaking, he was ready to leave with the file bag.
"Sir, please stay!" The middle-aged man also got up and said immediately.
Hearing this, Liu Yanbo turned his head to look at the middle-aged man—
This is an unremarkable middle-aged man, who even looks a little dull at ordinary times.
But at this moment, some changes have taken place in his body, his aura and momentum are rising, like a volcano that is about to erupt at any time.
Liu Yanbo turned his whole body back, smiled slightly and said, "Do you want to try again?"
"Yes!" The middle-aged man bowed slightly and said, "Please enlighten me, sir."
"Yes." Liu Yanbo nodded and said, "But it's still the old rules."
"Understood." After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man bent down and picked up a dead branch on the ground, and said again: "Please enlighten me, sir."
This is a dead branch about one meter long and as thick as a middle finger. Like all the dead branches in the world, it is both inconspicuous and fragile, and even a three-year-old child can easily break it off. Its purpose Usually only good for firewood.
but now-
It changed, became a sword, a sharp sword that could kill a person in an instant.
The dead branch has turned into a sharp sword, and the person holding the sword seems to be undergoing some kind of change.
At this time, he no longer has the usual dullness, nor the humility just now, only endless vitality gushes out from his not tall body, such a majestic vitality should only be possible in the spring when all things are revived. I can feel it, but now, it's just the early spring when the ice and snow haven't melted yet.
Life is so wonderful that no one can explain how such a change can happen in a blink of an eye.
this-
Is it a unique change for a swordsman
The middle-aged man clasps the little finger and the ring finger with the thumb of his left hand, forming a sword formula, and puts his left foot half a step forward, with his heel facing the toe of his right toe, and raises his withered finger straight to Liu Yanbo's face, stabbing Liu Yanbo without fancy. past.
At the moment when he stabbed it out, this section of dead branch that had already withered seemed to be activated by some kind of magic, and suddenly seemed to have life, as if it had been reborn, and its The vitality is still rising, just like a seedling in spring, it has grown into a towering tree that can cover the sky and the sun in an instant.
What kind of change is this
No one can describe how exquisite this sword is.
With the stabbing of the middle-aged man's sword, Liu Yanbo's body is also undergoing some changes. His eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of gray all the year round became brighter, and the casual and carefree look on his body The scattered breath has also disappeared, only rigor.
Liu Yanbo also moved—
He took a half step forward with his right foot, and using his left foot as a base, he clamped the sword stabbed at him by the middle-aged man with the index finger and thumb of his left hand—
Consonant finger.
Only this time, it was more ingenious and more precise and quicker than when facing Ouyang Yaoqin's knife.
Hearing the sound of "Bo", at the same time Liu Yanbo clamped the sword, the bluestone floor he stepped on with his left foot shattered, and then his left foot gradually sank, sinking into the hole under the stone slab. In the soil, about an inch or so.
He took the sword forcefully, but the sword was not over yet.
At the moment when Liu Yanbo caught the sword, the middle-aged man pushed the sword forward again. It seemed that he pushed it lightly, but the floor under his feet was also shattered by the push. It split open, and his two feet sank into the mud, at least three inches.
Liu Yanbo's left foot didn't sag further because of the middle-aged man's push from behind, but the sword caught between his fingers was a little closer to his face, pushing it forward about half an inch before it completely stopped.
I don't know how long it took, it might be half a minute, or it might be a minute. They have always maintained this state, but the middle-aged man's sword has made no progress during this period—
This sword has exhausted all its potential.
This sword full of vitality died, and this dead branch, which seemed to be dead wood and spring again, also died again. It had been turned into powder and scattered with the wind, but the short section between Liu Yanbo's fingers remained intact. with its original appearance.
"I'm defeated again." The middle-aged man's breath was a little unsteady. In this early spring, which was still covered with white snow, beads of sweat were already appearing on his forehead. The sword just now was a sword that he devoted all his energy to. . "Mr. Xie for your enlightenment."
After the middle-aged man lifted his feet out of the mud, he returned to his usual humility and dullness, not at all like a swordsman who could shock the world with a single strike.
"In the past few years, you have improved a lot." Liu Yanbo stopped his feet and said: "Your current martial arts cultivation is no longer below that of Team Leader Ouyang, and even in terms of swordsmanship, you are far above her. Among the people I know, there are no more than three people who can catch your sword."
"Thank you sir for your affirmation." The middle-aged man bowed again, and when he stood up straight, Liu Yanbo had already walked to the gate.
"Fifth brother, there are never any shortcuts in the journey of martial arts." Liu Yanbo waved his hand and walked out of the door and said, "Remember, don't go astray again."
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