Many years later, when Wang Xi, the thirteen disciples of Jianlu, stood in front of the cavalry, he would definitely think of the bright afternoon when Miss Sangwen took him to pick out girls, and he felt the same helplessness and the same headache.
At that time, Baoyue Building was already the world's leading gold-selling cave. The courtyards were distributed on both sides of the thin lake behind the building like other houses in the prince's mansion. The wind blows the bright red petals from the wintersweet branches by the lake.
Yes, like blood and snow, cold but extremely hot, just like the mind of the young powerful person who wrote the notice. But this is more like a bowl of noodle soup. The white and tender noodles float up and down in the beautiful noodle soup. The dozens of corners of dried sea peppers cut with scissors are bright red and stimulate the eyes, mouth and nose of diners.
Wang Xi took a deep breath, rubbed his nose, shook his head sadly, set his chopsticks on the table twice, put on the noodle soup, picked up a chopsticks of noodles, and ate carefully and elegantly. He ate very politely. , but the speed is extremely fast, after a while, only white noodle soup is left in the bowl.
Still not stopping, he picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
Miss Sang Wen, who followed Deng Ziyue back to Beijing from Suzhou, looked at the fortune teller with a gentle face. Although she didn't know why the lord made such an arrangement, she was sure that this fortune teller was not an ordinary person.
It's really unusual, it's beautiful, with thin lips, eyebrows like swords, eyes warm and energetic, with a sense of tranquility, even drinking noodle soup at this time, it looks so attractive.
Sang Wenjiu watched coldly in the Fengyue Field in Kyoto, and naturally knew that eating noodle soup was the most dishonest thing. Of course, she didn't think there was anything to be despised by those rude men hula la eating noodles, but looking at this fortune-telling The young man who can turn eating noodles into reciting poems is as elegant as a pair, and he also has some strange emotions in his heart.
Wang Xi put the noodle bowl on the table, frowned, and sighed, with self-mockery and helplessness in his brows, eyes and breath. He turned to Sang Wen, looking at this woman with a wide jaw but an exceptionally gentle look. He said in a harmonious voice, "Where is the girl you picked for me?"
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"Girl and noodle soup, you can only choose one." For some reason, Sang Wen felt that the young man in front of him was very cute, and said with a harmonious smile, "Since I picked the noodles in the soup, I'd better forget about this girl."
Wang Xi said with a bitter face: "Even if you work part-time, you still need some wages."
Sang Wen said quietly: "You are not here to work for the adults."
Wang Xi suddenly became quiet, and after a long while, he said softly, "I've already drank the noodle soup, but I don't understand, as Miss Sang, how can I make a bowl of noodle soup for me by myself."
Sang Wen was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Dean Chen likes all the noodle soups I make."
Hearing the man's name, Wang Xi was startled for no reason, and said with emotion: "This is the blessing of Xiaosheng."
Sang Wen lightly blessed, and finally said: "I just want to know one thing, sir. Although the noodle soup is too hot, I can't drink it in a hurry...but if I wait for the soup to get cold, it won't taste good."
The girl didn't know what this sentence meant, but just followed Fan Xian's instructions. But Wang Xi knew what he meant. The original agreement said that before entering Beijing, he had to bring Brother Xiaojian's head to Fan Xian, but now Fan Xian has been recuperating in the capital for a long time. , but there was no movement... not to mention the sniper killing in the valley.
The handsome young man in Suanmian sighed again, with indescribable sadness and sadness, he picked up the green banner by the table with his backhand, and murmured: "But I... really don't like killing people."
Sang Wen didn't say anything more, she didn't know the details of the situation at all, and today's meeting with this fortune teller who claimed to be an iron figure was purely because Fan Xian wanted to use her time-honored eyes to see the other party. What is the quality of your temperament.
Very real, very pure, this is all that Sang Wen sees from the other party's eyes.
Wang Xi shook his head and sighed, bent his body like a little old man and walked out of the courtyard. When he reached the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly tilted his head and asked in doubt, "Aren't you afraid that someone will suspect you later if you call me here?"
"Mr. is smart, so he will come to me." Sang Wen said quietly: "Because Mr. is smart, he naturally knows how to avoid other people's eyes and ears."
Wang Xi shook his head again and left Baoyue Tower.
Sang Wen went back to his room, and after sitting quietly for a long time, the courtyard door was pushed open, and a man came in with a frown and asked, "Wen'er, you just came back yesterday, why did you come to this broken building again?"
This man was no one else, but the flower protector who Fan Xianye visited Baoyue Tower back then and knocked him flying with his palm. This man in the world was infatuated with Sang Wen, so he always had a feeling of disgust for Baoyue Tower.
Sang Wen raised his eyes to look at him, and smiled slightly. Although he was moved by this person's infatuation, he still couldn't allow this person to know the details about Mr. Tisi, and said with a smile: "Now I am the shopkeeper of Baoyue Tower If you don't come here, where can you come?"
The man looked at the big bowl on the table, sniffed the faint aroma coming from it, couldn't help but frowned, and said with a smile: "Make me a bowl too, I haven't eaten for a long time."
Sang Wen glared at him and said, "I don't have that much free time right now."
The man said sadly, "You do it for others."
Sang Wen said unhappily: "You treat this bowl of noodles as delicious? If you really eat it, you will be so sad that you will die."
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Wang Xi was so sad right now that he was sitting in the shop at the gate of the city, looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him in a daze, Ning Rou's incomparably staring eyes were round, no matter how delicious the noodles were, but if he ate them all day After three meals, there will always be an urge to vomit.
So he didn't take a sip of the bowl of noodles, but just drank the tea next to him, one cup after another, as if he was extremely thirsty.
The doctor of tea at the side looked at the fortune teller with cold eyes and disdain, thinking that this young man had done something wrong, but he wanted to pretend to be a magic stick. Seeing this poor man, he could only drink noodles with tea.
After drinking a full stomach of tea, the sunset in Kyoto, where the wind and snow had stopped, finally settled down. Wang Xi picked up the green flag, coughed twice, and passed through the gate before it was closed, becoming the last person to leave the city today.
Going northward for seven miles out of the city, he stopped on a mountain top, sat down on a big rock, looked up at the snow branches in the forest, lowered his head, picked up a large handful of snowflakes, put them in his mouth, and chewed. Putting the green banner in the snow, staring at the military camp on the other side of the mountain in a trance.
Kyoto guards the Yuantai Camp.
Wang Xi suddenly tilted his head, opened his mouth, and vomited out with a wow sound. He vomited continuously. He vomited out all the noodles and noodle soup he ate today and the tea he drank later.
He spat out the messy and ugly paste onto the clean snow, which was extremely disgusting to look at, especially the faint fishy smell hidden in it, which made his nose crave even more.
But Wang Xi didn't vomit anymore, just ate another ball of snow, then stared at the puddle on the ground for careful inspection, and sighed after a while: "What a powerful medicine, it can actually increase the true energy in the human body within a day." To such a domineering level."
He shook his head in admiration, the medicine was naturally made by Fan Xianjing Sang Wen, and it was poured into the noodle soup. It must be that Fan Xianfa wanted him to do it, but he didn't want him to have any problems.
This medicine was exactly the little yellow pill that Fan Xian took when he was in the Northern Qi territory, when he was fighting against the two masters of the ninth rank, Langtao and Taoist He. Apart from the fact that he would faint afterwards, there were no major side effects.
Of course Wang Xi also noticed this, but he still smiled wryly: "Your honey is my arsenic. This medicine is poison to me, and it almost killed me."
It's just that Fan Xianding would not be so kind to help Wang Xi increase his success rate. As for what his plan is, Wang Xi is also a little confused.
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As the night gradually fell, Wang Xi stood up, without taking another look at the green banner beside him, he took advantage of the cover of darkness to go to the Yuantai camp of the capital's garrison. The target he wanted to kill had been hiding in that camp, using He only has the identity of a school officer, and the defense around him is not very strict.
It's just that Wang Xi really doesn't like killing people. Since he came out of the house, he has never had blood on his hands. He pities the world and respects all life. Even under Fan Xian's strong suppression, he has tried countless times, but there is no way to really To assassinate someone who has no enmity with him.
That's how the nomination certificate continued to this day.
In fact, the condiments that Fan Xian added to the noodle soup were stimulants. He wanted Shisanlang Wang to be braver and more violent, but he didn't expect that this condiment would be of no use to Shisanlang, but rather harmful to him.
So Shisanlang Wang is still calm at this time... and compassionate. It's just that since he didn't become crazy, and he knew that the most powerful thing about an archer is his eyesight. In the dark, archery is the most effective. Why did he choose this time to shoot
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In an off-corner barracks in Yuantai Daying, Yan Xiaoyi's own son, Yan Shendu, was carefully repairing arrow branches with feather hinges. His hands were extremely stable, and the long feathers attached to the arrow tails were repaired extremely smooth. If you want to do good work, you must first sharpen your weapon. He has a pair of hands that a good archer should have, and he can repair his arrows to the fastest and most accurate.
The governor of Yanda has always believed in a truth that only children who are far away from their parents can have real prospects, just like his parents died since he was a child, hunting in the mountains for a living, he cultivated such a cruel and resolute will, and was sent into the mountains The playful young princess fell in love with her at a glance, and brought her out of the mountains to join the army. She has made countless military exploits with her skills, and possessed such a lofty status.
So when Yan Shendu was only twelve years old, Yan Xiaoyi kicked him out of the house and entrusted him to the eldest princess. The eldest princess also knew the thoughts of her number one general. After being sharpened, he was secretly sent to the Kyoto garrison after his skills were completed.
The Kyoto garrison that is now controlled by the Qin family.
Except for a few senior generals and the confidants of the princess, no one knew that Yan Shendu, the son of the governor of Zhengbei University, was working as an inconspicuous school officer in the Kyoto garrison.
As the name suggests, Yan Shen is alone, he doesn't like to communicate with others, he only loves to communicate with Jianjian, so he doesn't have any companions in the army, only a group of subordinates trained by himself, a group of subordinates who are loyal to the eldest princess.
It was the first time Yan Shendu acted when he ambushed and killed the second priest of the temple in the outskirts of Kyoto that day. He thought the operation was successful, because he didn't know what happened later, so the self-confidence that had been suppressed deep in his heart emerged. He thought that no one except his father could resist his long-distance attack.
Even a ninth-rank master can't. The effective distance of a weapon determines life and death on the battlefield. This is a supreme principle that Yan Xiaoyi has never forgotten to teach his son.
Because of self-confidence, so arrogant, so arrogant, Yan Shendu couldn't sit still when he heard that his father and Jiangnan Road imperial envoy Fan Xian were recalled to the capital at the same time, and that the two sides might have a duel in the martial arts conference that had been suspended for many years.
He adores his father, but there is actually a hint of admiration and jealousy hidden in his heart for that dazzling Mr. Fan.
Young people all over the world are like this, and Yan Shendu is no exception. So he wanted to try out what kind of supernatural power that little Master Fan possessed. On the one hand, he wanted to test his father's depth, and on the other hand, he couldn't resist the temptation to shoot the famous Fan Xian under the arrow. Temptation, whether it was for his father or for Her Royal Highness, Fan Xian's death was undoubtedly an irresistible honey.
But he didn't dare to act without authorization, because he was a soldier, he would not take unauthorized actions that disrupted the overall situation, and he had to wait for the orders of his elders.
The elders gave orders, but the strange thing is... the one who ordered me was actually the veteran in the army who knew his details well and was also deeply in awe of him.
Yan Shen has great doubts and puzzles, but he has no time to inform the eldest princess, so he has to go on the road alone, and shoots an arrow in the snowy night but is blocked by the green flag.
A few nights later, he found out with some helplessness that Fan Xian's protection was impeccable. He watched secretly among the snowy forests, but he couldn't find the slightest opportunity to take advantage of it, especially those terrible black knights who had been in the Overwatch Council all along. Near the convoy, the entire mountain might be plowed over at any time.
Only then did he realize that he had underestimated Fan Xian, underestimated the Overwatch Council, and didn't dare to act presumptuously, so he kept retreating, only firing an arrow that had no effect, and then kept retreating. He retreated from the valley to the capital, and returned to the Qin Mansion to answer his orders, but he didn't. to blame.
After returning to the camp, he fell into deep thought. The elders in the army secretly took care of each other. It was originally something that Mr. Qin nodded his head to enter the capital for defense. Not many people knew, Mr. Qin... why did he let himself go Do this seemingly nonsense thing
Then came the news of the valley sniper killing.
He is a soldier, and his political sense is not so keen, but he also knows that his father seems to have been dragged into the water by Mr. Qin, in other words, Mr. Qin was also dragged into the water by the eldest princess.
The elders finally huddled together, and I was like a proton who the elders did not speak to each other, but showed their hearts.
Yan Shendu shook his head, he didn't really dislike this role-playing, he just thought that under such strong pressure, that little Master Fan probably wouldn't be able to live for many days.
He put the small hinge in his right hand on the table, stroked the arrow shaft with steady hands, squinted his eyes to measure it, then nodded in satisfaction, took out the longbow beside him, and put the slender and beautiful feathered arrow on the string Go up, draw the bow slightly, and aim at the open space in the barracks.
The forearm moved slightly to the right, and the point of the arrow pointed to the thick cotton curtain at the main entrance of the barracks.
Yan Shendu said calmly, "Come out."
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The cotton curtain was slowly lifted, and Wang Xi walked in with an apologetic face. Under the threat of the longbow, he didn't dare to go any further. He just stood at the door and sighed, "I'm sorry."
Yan Shendu's pupils narrowed slightly, looking at the person in front of him who was about the same age as him, his eyesight was astonishing, and he had already recognized that this person was the Qingban guest who blocked Fan Xian's soul-stealing arrow before the Xueye Clan's school .
He knew that although his garrison's identity was kept secret and he didn't have too many guards to protect him, but in such a late night, the other party was able to pass through the layers of security of the Yuantai camp and approach his barracks quietly. His identity and skills are extremely high.
If Yan Shendu had been in the habit in the past, he would have already shot the arrow on his bow at this time, and for anyone who wanted to sneak attack him, Yan Shendu would kill him.
But it was strange, facing this strange figure, Yan Shendu did not let go, but said coldly: "Who are you?"
Wang Xi lowered his head slowly, apologized and said: "My name is Wang Shisanlang, I was ordered to come here to kill you, and I am really unwilling to do so."
Yan Shen single-handedly aimed the arrow point between the man's eyebrows, his hands were steady, and the bow did not tremble at all, it seemed that even ten thousand years of pulling it would not cause any fatigue.
The killing intent carried by the tip of the arrow was already reflected in the opponent's mind, he didn't think anyone in the world could escape his arrow. So when he heard that the other party confessed that he was here to kill him, Yan Shendu not only didn't panic, but instead sternly asked, "Fan Xian?"
Wang Xi bowed and said helplessly, "Except for him, who else in this world can force me to kill someone?"
The snow outside the barracks had long since stopped, but after nightfall, the wind picked up again, howling like the desperate wails of wild animals in the mountains, passing through the thick cotton curtains and hitting people's eardrums. Yan Shendu looked at the apologetic man in front of him, and felt a chill in his heart, why there was no trace of tension and murderous look on Thirteen Lang's face, but only endless grief and guilt.
An assassin, what does he need to feel guilty about
Guilt killing yourself
Yan Shendu was calm, but he cooled down. If the other party wasn't pretending to be mysterious, then he must have the ability to kill him. It's like hunting animals in the mountains. Facing a child's arrow, a thick-skinned blind bear will rub against the bark steadily, feeling extremely comfortable, because the blind bear knows that the arrow won't kill him.
Can my own arrow kill Thirteen Lang in front of me
For the first time in Yan Shendu's life, he had doubts about the arrow in his hand, because in that snowy night, the green banner moved.
"Can you talk?" Wang Xi sighed, licked his extremely dry lips, and said, "I don't necessarily want to kill you. If you are willing to follow me, you will never be involved in the affairs of this world, and your martial arts will be crippled. Cut off the connection with the world, let the world think you are dead... Fan Xian also calmed down, his goal has been achieved, and I don't have to kill you."
Yan Shendu didn't laugh, but thought it was ridiculous.
So he let go.
The arrow flew away like a black thread, one moment it seemed to be on Yan Shendu's bowstring, and the next moment it was already in front of Wang Xi!
Then Yan Shen saw a scene that shocked him. Wang Xi's feet moved slightly, and he took three steps in a row. After three steps, the whole person returned to the place where he was standing before.
What about the arrow
The feathered arrow carrying the infinitely fierce wind brushed past Wang Xi's cheek, passed through the thick cotton curtain, and shot into the endless darkness with a whizzing sound. gone.
It seems to be three simple steps, but Yan Shendu's pupils have already tightened, and he can see the mystery inside. In such a short distance, to be able to avoid his own swift arrows requires more than just a terrifying reaction speed, There is also the extremely high infuriating control that matches it!
Who is the other party? Where did such a master come from? How could he sacrifice his life for Fan Xian
Three doubts surged into Yan Xiaoyi's mind, but his subordinates did not slow down at all. They had already shot three feathered arrows, which turned into three bolts of lightning, and shot towards Wang Xi's upper, middle and lower three directions, but his men did not slow down at all. He picked up the knife, turned over, cut through the camp cloth behind, and escaped into the darkness. This series of actions and the three arrows had exhausted him too much energy, and he had no energy left to call for help, and he also knew that the soldiers in the camp Even if he rushed over, it was impossible to save himself in front of this mysterious fortune teller.
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After setting up the tent, Yan Shendu was still holding the bow and concentrating on the arrows, but he didn't shoot them. He looked at Wang Xi in front of him like a ghost. He didn't know how the other party dodged the three arrows, and how they blocked them before him. back road.
Fortunately, Yan Shendu's sharp eyes saw the blood dripping from Wang Xi's sleeve. The other party was injured. arrow!
Before the snow fell, the wind howled past, rolling up the remaining snow on the ground, which was no different from falling snow.
Wang Xi looked down at his blood-soaked sleeve, shook his head, and said, "I really don't want to kill someone."
"Then why did you come?" Yan Shen asked coldly, narrowing his eyes alone.
"Because..." Wang Xi looked at the night sky above his head with some doubts, "Because I have to help Fan Xian, for the peace of the world, for the balance of the entire continent, for my hometown, or for what? I have to help him."
"The peace of the world depends on one person? Fan Xian is not His Majesty..." Yan Shen stepped back slightly to the left, pointed his arrow against his quiver, and secretly prepared while speaking.
"There is no one in my family anymore." Wang Xi sighed and said, "To make the world peaceful, I must help him, so I have to be sorry for you... But in the great era, the sacrifice of small people is always needed."
Little people? Yan Shendu never saw himself in this way. He is the son of the great governor, the inheritor of Yanmen archery, and a man of the world in the future. Right now, he just killed the second priest of a temple, and his brilliance has not yet been fully released, so why? Can die
Wang Xi looked up at the sky again, as if he wanted to see the starry sky through the thick clouds in the sky, and said faintly, "I hope I didn't help the wrong person."
Looking up at the sky, how can such a good opportunity disappear.
Yan Shendu stood up awe-inspiringly, controlled the string and shot, fired seven arrows in a row, then touched the quiver with one hand, and drew out the last arrow... Wind the string, pull the string, and shoot!
The seven arrows are in front, but the arrow with the strongest killing intent is hidden in the end.
Yan Shendu was never as satisfied with his cultivation as today. Being able to shoot such a number of seven ones is already the peak he can achieve in this life, even stronger than his father back then. Such a terrifying arrow attack, he I believe that even if Fan Xian is standing opposite, Fan Xian will not be able to hide.
But he forgot one thing, everyone's fighting style is different. If Fan Xian wanted to kill him himself, he would have poisoned and poisoned and poisoned, stabbed and stabbed, and would never have given him any chance to shoot an arrow.
If it was Fan Xian who came to kill him, Yan Shendu would definitely not be able to keep the whole body, and would die a useless and ugly death.
And this Wang Shisanlang seems gentle and caring, but the fighting method he chooses is completely different from his appearance, which is brave and terrifying.
Yes, it's scary.
Wang Xi rushed over directly, like a big bird soaring in the dark night, spread its wings, and was severely injured by the strong wind, turning a blind eye to the seven feathered arrows that pierced his body. , directly grabbed the terrifying arrow branch at the end!
With a few puffs, those arrows pierced Wang Xi's body, but his body was swimming in the air, without hurting any vital parts, they just passed through the shoulders and arms.
With a chirping sound, the last arrow slipped from Wang Xi's right hand, like a wheel under gravity rolling on a rough road, with an extremely unpleasant friction sound.
There seemed to be a faint smell of burning in the night sky, and Wang Xi's right hand was burnt by the speed of the lightning bolt. What kind of high speed does this high temperature mean
However, the arrow finally stopped before piercing Wang Xi's eye socket, only an inch away. In this way, he held the arrow with a flesh and blood hand!
His people have already flied in front of Yan Shendu like birds, only one foot away.
Wang Xi snorted, turned his wrist, and inserted the tip of the arrow into Yan Shendu's heart, the shot was like lightning, there was no way to avoid it.
Yan Shendu staggered down, looked at the blood and arrows on his chest, looked at the bloody assassin in front of him, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, just sat in front of his barracks, his body twitching weakly A few times.
He forgot what his father had taught him. As an archer, the effective distance of a weapon determines life and death, and he was still too close to the person in front of him.
Wang Xi gasped and stood in front of him, looked at the archer whose breathing was getting weaker, and said, "Brother Arrow, go on the road with peace of mind."
Yan Shendu didn't realize until the moment of his death that he was really just a small person in this big era, but for those who are good at archery, if they die under their own arrows, wouldn't it be a good destination? It's just... not reconciled... He used all his strength in vain and stretched forward, trying to catch the assassin, kill him, and kill the imminent death.
The fingertips touched Wang Xi's belt, and the tentacles were filled with icy blood, hooked to something, Xiaojian brother Yan Shendu finally lost his strength, he groaned in his throat, turned his head, and died.
Wang Xi straightened up, let go of his right hand, looked at the long and terrifying scorched marks on the palm of his hand, looked down at the seven feathered arrows stuck in his body, and looked at the blood all over his body. He couldn't help the pain, and said in a trembling voice Said to himself: "It hurts me to death..."
Enduring the pain, he escaped from the Yuantai camp by the night snow and wind, returned to the top of the mountain, picked up the green banner, and disappeared into the night again.
A few months later, Fan Xian knew about the sniper attack. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and sighed, "Thirteen Lang, you're a warrior, and you're an idiot."
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(This month's monthly ticket list is full of blood and rain, and I am the fifth in the millennium... urgently asking for a monthly ticket is still an old saying. I don't guarantee that there will be more updates. I just want a monthly ticket very sincerely. I always want to send a separate chapter to solicit tickets. Check it out , Scratching my head, scratching my head again, I don’t want to become Thirteen Lang... If you have a monthly pass, come here, come here! )