In the early morning, Zhao Qian got up, recalling his dream last night, and then thinking about the world he lived in.
A noun quickly crossed his mind.
Black and white are impermanent.
Well, the name I heard the man in white robe calling the man in black robe last night was actually not Fan Wujiu, but Fan Wujiu.
Then the other one is, Xie Bian He still has some knowledge of some commonly heard gods in ancient times.
My end is approaching As if he thought of something, his face instantly lost color.
Even the swordsman on the other side noticed something was wrong.
"how" "fine."
Zhao Qian didn't say anything about giving gifts.
Zhao Qian just avoided the important and told him about his dream about Black and White Er Yanjun last night, which made the man look serious.
"It's true."
He said, but with a serious expression on his face, as if he had heard it more than once.
And his subsequent words confirmed his expression.
"I heard that the governor of Gaodu met the two Yan Juns when he was ill when he was young, and he became famous all over the world after that."
He looked at Zhao Qian with an expression that seemed to tell him that you are destined to be a world-famous man.
Zhao Qian sat there and rolled his eyes helplessly, listening carefully.
The tone of this sentence revealed a lot of information.
For example, it can be concluded that the guy in front of him is a soldier.
Yes, from the proud look on his face and the tone of his official position when he talked about Gao Xianzhi.
This must be a guy who works under Gao Xianzhi.
Since you don't want to reveal your identity.
Scout or spy But it seems to have nothing to do with him.
He just wants to learn this guy's skills.
After all, I am just a passerby in this world.
Thinking of this, Zhao Qian quickly stood up and asked.
"Can you teach me skills" "What do you want to learn?"
The man pulled out his sword and wiped it with a rag he found somewhere under the sunlight, which was not too dazzling.
Looks like he's ready to go.
"Swordsmanship."
Zhao Qian said with hope.
He looked at the man, and the sword in the swordsman's hand seemed to be in his hand.
Shaked his head.
"Your swordsmanship has been finalized, just like a person's hand, it has been destined for a certain period of time, what he should do in this life."
Putting the sword into its sheath, the swordsman looked carefully up and down at the young man in front of him who he had met by chance last night.
"You resemble the same person.
Although I have only seen his portrait."
Confused.
"who" "The leader of the White Lotus Sect is also the goal of my trip."
White Lotus Sect Even if Zhao Qian is not a history major, he still understands something about it.
That is, didn't cults such as the White Lotus Sect and Maitreya Sect only appear in the Ming Dynasty and Song Dynasty?
As if he noticed Zhao Qian's expression, he continued to preach bit by bit.
"I don't know where this person came from.
I only know that his surname is Bai.
He is very skilled in martial arts.
He preached in the frontier fortress at a young age.
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Later, because he killed the Dragon King of the Wei River by the Wei River to relieve the floods of the Wei River, he was The number of followers who grew up along the Wei River reached such a level that many people responded to his call and even painted his portrait as a tribute to his family."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"You don't think that anyone can learn this kind of thing, do you?"
The swordsman stared at him and smiled slightly, with an expression like a profiteer who bought and sold by force.
"Come into my door and learn what I know."
"speak."
Zhao Qian looked at the person in front of him and said, after all, he was careless and forgot the words "people's hearts are unpredictable."
Moreover, from the current point of view, he seems to be more like a piece of fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
"The Four Towns of Anxi."
The man said quietly, looking at him with an expression of indescribable satisfaction.
"You said that your swordsmanship is not suitable for me."
He responded, as if he was born with an unspeakable resistance to some kind of organization.
"I can teach you something else."
"What" "strength."
"strength" Zhao Qian murmured.
This is already the second time someone has said this word in front of him.
The first one died in his own hands.
"Haven't you already used it?"
The swordsman looked at his right hand, which seemed to be almost good, and was a little surprised, as if he had encountered something extraordinary.
"Okay, when will we teach?"
"After you do one thing for me."
"What's up" His eyes flickered.
"kill."
"The one who hurt me, Qianniuwei."
When the man saw that Zhao Qian was silent, he continued, with hatred visible to everyone in his eyes.
It seems like there is some unknown story hidden inside.
"huiyo" As if he had come to his senses, he put his thumb and index finger into his mouth and blew a loud whistle.
"Tap, tap, tap, tap."
There was a sound of horse hoofbeats on the bluestone road up the mountain.
Zhao Qian heard the sound and stood at the door to find out.
A white horse, he looked at this horse strangely as it walked on the mountain road.
If it was just a more powerful horse, of course he wouldn't show such a look, because of the thing in that thing's mouth.
There was a mutilated corpse in its mouth.
Yes, just like a normal carnivorous mammal carrying its prey.
From the clothes on the corpse, we can still tell that this guy was a Tang soldier.
The body of a Tang army soldier dressed like a corps commander.
Judging from the freshness of the corpse, it must have been dug up from a nearby battlefield.
"嘤" The white horse stopped in front of the temple, put down the corpse in its mouth, let out a long cry and snorted.
As if in response to the swordsman's whistle before.
It glanced at Zhao Qian not far away, and after showing its human doubts, it quickly lowered its head indifferently and began to eat the corpse it threw on the ground.
The body was treated fairly cleanly, and the internal organs seemed to have been removed intentionally.
Zhao Qian stood in front of the temple gate.
He didn't speak, he just watched.
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