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"In the guest officer, please."

The waiter at the inn enthusiastically let Feng Wuhen into the inn.

Zhou Zhiruo also jumped out of the carriage at this time, and slowly followed in.

"What do you need, sir?"

Xiaoer took Feng Wuhen to an empty seat and asked enthusiastically.

"Three small dishes, one for the upper room, and a wine pot full."

As Feng Wuhen spoke, he cut off the flagon from his waist and handed it to Xiaoer.

"Okay! Just a moment!"

Xiao Er happily agreed, and walked quickly to the back kitchen.

Zhou Zhiruo hesitated and walked into the hall, and slowly sat opposite Feng Wuhen without saying a word.

Along the way, she hardly spoke a word.

Feng Wuhen took off the sword on his back and put it on the table.

Following Feng Wuhen's movement, Zhou Zhiruo, who was originally lifeless, suddenly brightened up, staring at the Yitian Sword on the table in a trance, his eyes full of longing.

Yitian Sword is from the Emei School, and she is also from the Emei School. She reminds herself all the time.

Feng Wuhen noticed all this, but said nothing, pretending that he didn't see anything.

At this moment, Xiao Er quickly walked out of the back kitchen with three small dishes and a jug of wine, and came to the two of them.

"Guest officer, your food and drink."

Xiao Er said, put all the food and wine on the table, and then walked away respectfully.

The wine is very fragrant, it should be aged for 30 years, and the dishes are also good, with good color, fragrance and taste.

"Eat quickly."

Feng Wuhen greeted him, opened the jug first, raised his head and took a sip.

The strong old wine passed through the esophagus, and the exhaustion all over the body was relieved immediately, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

Zhou Zhiruo hesitated for a moment, picked up the chopsticks, and ate on her own, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, neither boasting nor praising.

Feng Wuhen didn't mind either, and drank the wine on his own.

Along the way, they basically all got along in this way, and he was used to it.

Not only did he kill one member of the Emei faction, he didn't expect that Zhou Zhiruo, who was a disciple of Emei, would treat him any better.

After eating and drinking enough, Feng Wuhen got up and took the square card from Xiaoer, and walked towards the guest room.

He drank a lot of wine just now, and now he just wants to sleep comfortably.

Zhou Zhiruo silently followed behind, her eyes fixed on the Yitian Sword that Feng Wuhen was holding in his hand.

...

night.

already deep.

People seem to have fallen asleep, and the whole small town has become abnormally quiet, without any sound, except for a few dogs barking from a distance from time to time.

But at this moment, a slight sound of footsteps came from a room in the inn.

I saw a little girl slowly getting up from the bed. After a long time of effort, she finally pulled out the dagger beside the pillow, and then cautiously approached a figure sitting on the chair.

Zhou Zhiruo!

The moonlight passing through the window shone on the dagger, emitting bursts of cold light.

Feng Wuhen sat on the chair with his feet resting on the table, still holding the wine jug in his hand, snoring continuously came out of his mouth one after another.

He seemed to be sleeping soundly.

The Yitian sword was placed on the table.

After a long time, Zhou Zhiruo finally approached, glanced at the Yitian Sword on the table, swallowed her saliva, and slowly stretched out the dagger in her hand, moving towards Feng Wuhen's throat!

Three feet!

Two feet!

One foot!

"If you don't have murderous intentions, how do you kill someone?"

But at this moment, Feng Wuhen, who was lying on the chair and sleeping soundly, suddenly spoke!

Hearing Feng Wuhen's voice, Zhou Zhiruo, who was holding a short sword, was taken aback, and his body was shaken suddenly, then mustered up his courage, gritted his teeth and stabbed Feng Wuhen's throat forcefully!

The sword is fast!

But in Feng Wuhen's eyes, it looked ordinary.

I saw Feng Wuhen stretch out his hand casually, flicked his index finger slightly, and flicked directly on the edge of the sword with strong force, and then saw the short sword in Zhou Zhiruo's hand fly away!

Seeing this scene, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were filled with shock and unwillingness, and she clenched her teeth tightly.

"Based on your current martial arts, you can't kill me at all. Don't take it lightly, otherwise you will have no chance to return to Emei!"

Feng Wuhen looked at Zhou Zhiruo, and said lightly, without a trace of expression on his face.

If it was someone else just now, he would have already died in front of him.

"Sooner or later, I will kill you!"

Zhou Zhiruo said something stubbornly, turned around, put away the dagger, and lay down on the bed silently.

Feng Wuhen glanced at Zhou Zhiruo who was curled up on the bed, and couldn't help shaking his head.

He hadn't expected that the extinction of hypocrisy would occupy such an important place in the young Zhou Zhiruo's heart.

Perhaps it was because of this that she almost went on a road of no return under the influence of extinction.

Along the way, he had already thought of a way to accommodate Zhou Zhiruo, that is, to send her to Wudang, hoping that the Wudang faction would take in the young Zhou Zhiruo, and let her decide whether to stay or not after she became an adult.

Although this is an expedient measure, it may be the best choice for Zhou Zhiruo.

...

Yitian State.

Laiyang City.

In a restaurant, two people, one big and one small, sat at a table near the window on the second floor, and the waiter was serving the freshly prepared food and drinks to the table one by one.

It was Feng Wuhen and Zhou Zhiruo who rushed all the way here.

From Yitian Prefecture to Tianbu Prefecture, and then from Tianbu Prefecture to Yitian Prefecture, two full months have passed.

Laiyang City is still some distance away from Wudang Mountain. After this meal, they will continue on their way.

"Hurry up and eat, and go on your way after eating."

Feng Wuhen looked at Zhou Zhiruo, reminded him lightly, and moved the chopsticks first.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't say anything, picked up the chopsticks silently, and started to eat.

Since Zhou Zhiruo failed to assassinate Feng Wuhen last time, Zhou Zhiruo never said a word to Feng Wuhen, not once.

But it was also from that time that Zhou Zhiruo never questioned Feng Wuhen's instructions again, basically what Feng Wuhen said was what he said, and he was very obedient.

While the two were eating, a group of officers and soldiers suddenly appeared in the restaurant. The leader was a middle-aged man with a beard, a knife hanging from his waist, and a cold face.

The middle-aged man scanned the hall on the first floor, then walked straight to the second floor, and came to the table where Feng Wuhen was sitting.

A dozen soldiers who followed him walked around the restaurant in an orderly manner and guarded the entire restaurant, all with expressionless faces.

The originally bustling restaurant suddenly became quiet, with a layer of murderous air.

Chapter 24 Killing with a Borrowed Knife

Laiyang City.

in the restaurant.

"Excuse me, are you the young hero Feng Wuhen?"

The middle-aged man dressed as a government official came in front of Feng Wuhen, first saluted respectfully, and then asked respectfully.

Feng Wuhen just glanced casually at the middle-aged man, then looked away, didn't speak, and continued to drink on his own.

He didn't expect that he would be known by others as soon as he returned to Yitian State, and that someone would come to his door so soon.It seems that there are more people watching his every move than he imagined.

"Young hero is tacitly acquiescing if he doesn't speak. Please forgive me for disturbing you."

"Under Tie Tumu, I come from Kyoto. I am here to invite Young Xia Feng to go to the capital with the order of the Seventh Prince. I hope that Young Xia Feng will leave immediately."

The middle-aged man clasped his fists and said in a deep voice, with a trace of coercion in his words, especially when he mentioned the word "Seventh Prince".

"Seven Princes? Bo'er Jijin? Tumuer?"

While pouring the wine, Feng Wuhen asked lightly, very casually.

"Presumptuous! How dare you call the Seventh Prince by his name so directly!?"

As soon as Feng Wuhen's words fell, before Tie Tumu could respond, a soldier commander who came with Tie Tumu was already furious, pointing at Feng Wuhen and yelling, it seemed that he was ready to do something.

Tie Tumu stretched out his hand to stop his subordinates, his face sank when he looked at Feng Wuhen, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Young Xia Feng, the Seventh Prince is a prince above ten thousand people, I hope that the young hero will not lose his manners, and the Seventh Prince admires Young Xia Feng very much on weekdays, so he sent me to invite the young hero to the palace of the capital. "

Tie Tumu clasped his fists again, and said in a deep voice, this time, his attitude has completely changed.

Hearing what Tie Tumu and the soldier commander said, Feng Wuhen already understood.

He guessed right, the so-called Seven Princes in their mouths were the one-word kings of the Yuan Dynasty, Bo'er Jijin?

"My knife is never loaned out."

"Besides, I use a sword."

Feng Wuhen raised his head and took a sip of the wine, shook his head and said, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Tie Tumu was stunned for a moment, but he seemed to understand quickly.

"The final general didn't understand the meaning of Feng Shaoxia's words, so I wonder if the young hero has misunderstood something?"

Tie Tumu didn't point it out, but asked tentatively.

"If my guess is correct, your lord wants to use my hand to deal with all schools and factions in Yitian State's martial arts?"

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Tie Tumu's face changed completely, and his brows wrinkled involuntarily.

"The general doesn't dare to speculate about the prince's intentions. Maybe the young man is thinking too much, but the young man can go to the capital first and ask the prince himself to find out."

Tie Tumu hesitated for a moment, then said slowly.

"No need, you can leave. I still have things to do. I don't have time to go to any capital, and I don't want to see any prince. If he really wants to see me, let him come by himself."

Feng Wuhen still shook his head and said, the meaning has been expressed very clearly.

Want to borrow a knife to kill someone?

He is not a pawn at the mercy of others!

Although he didn't have a good impression of the six sects in Yitian Prefecture, and he had basically offended them all before, but he couldn't do it if he was asked to help the court kill the six sects, let alone do it.

"presumptuous!"

As soon as Feng Wuhen's words fell, the soldier commander who blamed Feng Wuhen for calling the Seventh Prince by name had already drawn out his weapon and glared at him.

"Young Xia Feng, some words are very pleasant to say, but it is difficult to take them back!"

Tie Tumu stopped his subordinates again, stared at Feng Wuhen, narrowed his eyes and said.

"I have said many things, but I never thought of taking back any of them. If we disagree, we will not conspire with each other. Go back and tell your lords, just enjoy the carefree life of being alone, and don't get involved in Jianghu affairs, otherwise, I will not stand by and watch, when the time comes, it will not be him looking for me, but I will look for him, and I will advise him to take care of himself."

Feng Wuhen said indifferently, from the beginning to the end, he never looked at Tie Tumu.

"You are too presumptuous!"

Tie Tumu finally broke out. As the Seventh Prince's confidant, he couldn't tolerate someone being disrespectful to the Prince!