Chapter 44: Wash hands and make soup

Many years later, Wang Xi, the Thirteenth disciple of Jianlu, stood in front of the cavalry, and would definitely think of the bright afternoon when Miss Sang Wen took him to choose the girl, with the same helplessness and headache.

At that time, Baoyue Tower was already the world's leading gold-selling cave. Courtyards were distributed on both sides of the Shou Lake behind the tower like other houses on the prince's mansion. There was thin ice on the lake, broken snow on the ice, and countless red petals blown by the wind from the wintersweet branches by the lake.

Yes, it was like blood and snow, cold but extremely hot, just like the thoughts of the young powerful man who wrote the notice. But it was more like a bowl of noodle soup, with the white and tender noodle waist floating in the beautiful noodle soup, and the dried peppers cut with scissors on the bright red stimulating the diners' eyes, heart, mouth and nose.

Wang Xi took a deep breath, rubbed his nose, shook his head with some sadness, stood the chopsticks on the table twice, put the noodle soup, picked up a chopstick, and ate it carefully and elegantly. He ate very gentle, but the speed was extremely fast. After a while, only the white noodle soup was left in the bowl.

He still didn't stop, picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

As Deng Ziyue returned to Beijing from Suzhou, Miss Sang Wen looked at the fortune teller with a gentle face. Although she was not sure why the adults had such an arrangement, she was certain that this fortune teller was not an ordinary person.

It is indeed unusual. It looks very beautiful, with thin lips, eyebrows like swords, warm and energetic eyes, and a sense of peace. Even drinking noodle soup at this time, it looks so attractive.

Sang Wenjiu was watching the scene in Kyoto's romantic scene, and naturally knew that eating noodle soup was the most unconventional thing. Of course, she didn't think that those rude men had anything to be despised for. However, seeing this fortune-telling young man who could turn eating noodle into a poem and write elegantly, she felt a little strange.

Wang Xi put the noodle bowl on the table and frowned. He sighed, and his eyebrows were full of self-deprecation and helplessness. He turned to Sang Wen and looked at the woman with a little wide jaw, but looked at the extra gentle woman and said in harmony: "Where are the girls you chose for me?"

"You can always choose the same girl and noodle soup." For some reason, Sang Wen felt that the young man in front of him was very cute and laughed in harmony: "Since I have chosen the noodles in the soup, I'll forget it."

Wang Xi said with a bitter face: "Even if you work, you have to pay some wages."

Sang Wen said quietly: "You are not here to work for adults."

Wang Xi suddenly became quiet and whispered after a while: "I have already drunk this noodle soup, but I don't understand why I personally made a bowl of noodle soup for me as a girl Sang."

Sang Wen was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Director Chen likes the noodle soup I made."

Wang Xi was shocked when he heard the man's name and said, "This is the blessing of a young student."

Sang Wen gave a light blessing and finally said, "I just ask the sir to know something. Although the noodle soup is too hot, I can't drink it in a hurry... But if the soup gets cold, it will be bad."

The girl's family didn't know what this sentence meant, but she just followed Fan Xian's instructions to bring this sentence lightly. However, Wang Xi knew what this sentence meant. The 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 Kyoto for a long time, but he has no movement... Besides, there is the sniper killing in the valley.

The handsome young man who was counting sighed again, feeling indescribable sadness and sadness. He picked up the green banner beside the table with his backhand and murmured: "But I... really don't like killing people."

Sang Wen didn't say anything else. She didn't know the details of the situation at all. Today, she met this fortune teller who claimed to be an iron star. It was Fan Xian who wanted to borrow her long-standing eyes to see what the other party's temperament and quality was.

It's very real and pure, this is all Sang Wen saw from the other party's eyes.

Wang Xi shook his head and sighed, hunched his body towards the outsider like a little old man. When he reached the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly turned his head and asked in confusion: "Isn't you afraid that someone will suspect you later?"

"Sir, smart, so I come to me." Sang Wen Tianjing said: "It is precisely because of the smart, I naturally know how to avoid others' eyes and ears."

Wang Xi shook his head again and left Baoyue Tower.

Sang Wen returned to his room. After sitting quietly for a long time, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open. A man frowned and asked, "Wen'er, you just came back yesterday, why did you come to this ruined building again?"

This man is not someone else, but the flower protector who Fan Xian visited Baoyuelou at night and knocked him away with a palm. This man in the world was infatuated with Sang Wen, so he always felt disgusted with Baoyuelou.

Sang Wen looked up at him and smiled slightly. Although he was moved by this person's infatuation, he still couldn't let this person know the details about Lord Tisi. He smiled and said, "I am the shopkeeper of Baoyuelou now. If I don't come here, where can I come?"

The man looked at the big bowl on the table and smelled the faint fragrance coming from inside. He couldn't help but relax his eyebrows and laughed, "Make a bowl for me, I haven't eaten it for a long time."

Sang Wen glared at him and said, "I don't have that time now."

The man said sadly: "You do it for others."

Sang Wen said angrily: "You are so delicious as this bowl of noodles? If you really eat it, you will be so sad."

Wang Xi was so sad that he was dying of sadness. He sat in the shop at the gate of the city, staring at the bowl of noodles in front of him in a daze. Ning Rou's eyes were extremely round. No matter how delicious the noodles were, if they had three meals a day, they would always make people feel urge to vomit.

So he didn't move the bowl of noodles in a sip, but just drank the tea next to him, drinking one cup after another, as if he was extremely thirsty.

Dr. Dicha looked at the fortune teller coldly, thinking that this young man was not good at doing anything, so he insisted on playing a charlatan. Seeing that this poor man could only use tea to put on the stick.

After drinking a lot of tea, the dusk sun in Kyoto, which had stopped the wind and snow, finally settled down. Wang Xi picked up the green banner, coughed twice, and passed through the city gate before closing, becoming the last person to leave the city today.

After traveling seven miles north from the city, he stopped on a mountain. He sat on a big rock, looked up at the snow branches in the forest, lowered his head and held a large handful of snowflakes and chewed them in his mouth, then placed the green banner in the snow, and looked at the military camp on the other side of the mountain in a daze.

Kyoto Governor Yuantai Camp.

Wang Xi suddenly turned his head, opened his mouth and vomited out with a loud voice. The spit was endless. He spit out all the noodles soup he had eaten today, and later he spit out all the tea.

He spitted a slurred and ugly mass onto the clean snow, which looked extremely disgusting, especially the faint fishy smell hidden in it, which made him even more enchanting.

But Wang Xi did not vomit anymore, but just took another ball of snow, then stared at the pool of snow on the ground and sighed for a while, "What a powerful drug. It can actually make the true qi in the body elevate to such a domineering state within one day."

He shook his head and admired. This medicine was naturally the hand of Fan Xianjing Sang Wen. He was put in 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 small yellow pills taken by Fan Xian when he was in the Northern Qi Dynasty. He and the two ninth-grade masters of Lang Tao and Tao. Except for the fact that he would lose some of them later, there were no major side effects.

Of course, Wang Xi also noticed this, but still smiled bitterly: "Your honey, my arsenic, this medicine is poison to me, and it almost killed me."

But Fan Xianding would not be so kind to help Wang Xi increase the success coefficient. As for what he planned, Wang Xi was a little confused.

As night gradually came, Wang Xi stood up and did not look at the green banner beside him. He then went to the Kyoto Garrison Division Yuantai Camp with the cover of darkness. The target he was trying to kill was hiding in that camp, using only the identity of a school official, and the defense around him was not very tight.

But Wang Xi really doesn't like killing people. Since he came out of his home, he has never had any blood in his hands. He pity the world and respects all life. Even under the strong suppression of Fan Xian, he tried countless times, but he couldn't really assassinate a person who had no grudge against him.

This continues the letter of fame to this day.

In fact, the ingredients that Fan Xian added to the noodle soup were stimulants. He wanted Wang Shisanlang to be braver and more violent, but he didn't expect that this ingredients would be of no use to Shisanlang, but instead were somewhat harmful to the other party.

So Wang Shisanlang was still calm... and compassionate. But since he did not become crazy, he knew that the most powerful archer was his eyesight. In the darkness, archery was the easiest to play a role, so why did he choose this opportunity to take action?

In a corner barracks in Yuantai Camp, Yan Shendu, the biological son of Yan Xiaoyi, was carefully repairing the arrow branches with feather hinges. His hands were extremely stable, and the long feathers attached to the arrow tail were extremely smooth. If you want to do it well, you must first sharpen your tools. He has a pair of hands that an archer should have, so he can repair his arrow branches to the fastest and most accurate.

The Grand Governor Yan has always believed in one principle that only those who stay away from their parents can have a true future. Just as he died of both parents since childhood, hunted in the mountains for a living, and cultivated such cruel and ruthless ambitions, and was caught by the young princess who went into the mountains and traveled at a glance, took them out of the mountains, joined the ranks, and created countless military achievements with his skills, and had such a high status.

So when Yan Shendu was only twelve years old, Yan Xiaoyi drove him out of the house and entrusted him to the eldest princess. The eldest princess also knew the thoughts of the number one general under her. Although she was gentle to Yan Xiaoyi, she never lacked any training. After her skills were completed, she secretly sent to the Kyoto Garrison.

The Kyoto Garrison, who is now controlled by the Qin family.

Except for the confidants of several senior generals and the eldest princess, no one knew that Yan Shendu, the son of the governor of the Peking University, was working as an inconspicuous school official in the Kyoto Garrison Division.

Yan Shen is alone, as his name says, and does not like to communicate with others, but only to communicate with arrows. Therefore, he has no partners in the army. He only trained himself as a group of subordinates, and a group of subordinates loyal to the eldest princess.

That day, the second temple was accused and sacrificed to Master Sanshi in the suburbs of Kyoto. It was Yan Shendu's first action. He thought the action was very successful. Because he didn't know what happened later, his confidence that had been suppressed in his heart emerged. He believed that no one except his father could withstand his long-distance attack.

Even a ninth-grade master cannot. The effective distance between weapons determines life and death on the battlefield. This is the ultimate truth that Yan Xiaoyi has never forgotten to educate his son.

Because of confidence, he is arrogant and arrogant. When he heard that his father and the imperial envoy of Jiangnan Road were recalled to Kyoto at the same time, and the two sides might have to duel during the years of martial arts discussion, Yan Shen could not sit still.

He admired his father, but he actually had a hint of admiration and jealousy hidden in his heart for that dazzling Xiao Fan.

This is the case for young people all over the world, and Yan Shendu is not immune to the vulgarity. So he wanted to try what kind of magical powers that little man Fan had. On the one hand, he tried the depth of the other person for his father, and on the other hand, he was also unbearable to the temptation that could shoot Fan Xian under the arrows. Whether for his father or the eldest princess, Fan Xian's death was undoubtedly an unstoppable honey.

But he dared not act without action because he was a soldier. He would not act without authorization that disrupted the overall situation. He had to wait for the instructions of his elders.

The elders gave orders, but what was extremely amazing was...the one who commanded him was the veteran in the army who knew his background and was deeply awe-inspiring.

Yan Shen had great doubts. He had great confusion, but he had no time to notify the eldest princess, so he had to go alone. He shot an arrow in the snowy night but was blocked by the green banner.

After a few nights, he felt helpless to find that Fan Xian's guard was completely invisible. He could not find any opportunity to take advantage of the situation in the snow forest, especially those deadly black riders were always near the convoy of the Supervision Institute, and could plow the entire mountain at any time.

Only then did he realize that he underestimated Fan Xian and the Supervision Bureau, and did not dare to act without action. So he kept retreating, and then retreated after firing an ineffective arrow. He retreated from the valley to Kyoto and returned to Qin Mansion to refute his orders, but he was not blamed.

After returning to the camp, he fell into deep thought. The elders in the army secretly took care of each other. It was originally a matter of Mr. Qin nodding when he entered the Kyoto garrison. Not many people knew about it. Mr. Qin... Why did he let himself do this seemingly nonsense?

Then the news of the sniping in the valley came.

He was a soldier and had a less keen sense of smell in politics. But he also knew that his father seemed to have been dragged down by Mr. Qin. In other words, Mr. Qin was also dragged down by the eldest princess.

The elders finally got married, and they were like a proton whose elders didn't speak to each other but showed their hearts.

Yan Shendu shook his head, not very disgusted with this role-playing role, but just thought that under such strong pressure, that little man Fan should not have lived for many days.

He put the small hinge in his right hand on the table, stroked the arrow shaft with his steady hands, squinted his eyes, and then nodded with satisfaction, took out the long bow beside him, placed the slender and beautiful feather arrow on the string, pulled the bow slightly, and glanced at the open space in the barracks.

The forearm moved slightly right, and the point of the arrow pointed to it was the thick cotton curtain at the main entrance of the barracks.

Yan Shendu's face was calm and said, "Come out."

The cotton curtain was slowly lifted open, and Wang Xi walked in with apologetic expression on his face. He did not dare to go further under the threat of the long bow. He just stood at the door and sighed, "I'm sorry."

Yan Shendu's pupils shrank slightly. Looking at the person in front of him who was about the same age as him, his eyesight was amazing and he had already recognized that this person was the Qing Banner who had blocked Fan Xian's soul-stealing arrow for Fan Xian.

He knew that although his identity in his garrison was kept secret and there were not many guards to protect him, in such a late night, the other party could quietly approach his barracks through the layers of alert from the Yuantai Camp. His ability was extremely high.

If Yan Shen had been alone in the past, he had already shot out the arrow on the bow. For anyone who wanted to sneak attack him, Yan Shen Du would make the other party lose his life.

But it was strange that facing this strange character, Yan Shendu did not have Song Xian, but just said coldly: "Who are you?"

Wang Xi slowly lowered his head and said sorry, "My name is Wang Shisanlang. I am ordered to come and kill you. I am not willing to do so."

Yan Shen used the tip of the arrow to aim at the man's eyebrows, his hands were stable, and his bow was unshakable. It seemed that he would not feel exhausted after another ten thousand years.

The murderous intent carried by the arrow tip was already reflected in the other party's mind. He did not 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 did not panic, but instead felt a little cold and harsh: "Fan Xian?"

Wang Xi bowed and said helplessly: "Besides him, who else in this world can force me to kill someone?"

The snow outside the barracks had already stopped, but after nightfall, the wind started to sound again. The despair and whistling like wild beasts in the mountains, passed through the thick cotton curtain and hit people's eardrums. Yan Shendu looked at the apologetic person in front of him, and a chill surged in his heart. Why can't there be a trace of tension and murderous aura on this Shisanlang's face seep, but only endless grief and guilt.

What does an assassin need to feel guilty about?

Guilt killing yourself?

Yan Shendu was calm and calm. But he became cold. If the other party didn't pretend to be mysterious, he would definitely have the ability to kill himself. Just like hunting beasts in the mountains, facing a child's arrow branch, a thick-skinned blind bear would still rub the bark steadily. It was extremely comfortable, because the blind bear knew that the arrow could not kill him.

Can you shoot the Thirteen Lang in front of you with this arrow to death?

For the first time in his life, Yan Shendu had doubts about the arrows in his hand, because the green banner had moved on that snowy night.
To be continued...