The Legend of Xianyu

And the young man he called "Childe" was wearing a black robe, the robe was loose, like a nobleman who had just bathed up.

The call behind him seemed to disturb the young man's nostalgia for the past, and he fell down with a tilt of his body, but he sat firmly on the ground.

He sat reclining, and in front of him was a small table that had been set up long ago.

On the table was a jug of wine, along with two already filled glasses.

But at the moment, he was the only one drinking alone, and his unhurried attitude seemed to be that the person who should have appeared on the other side was still on his way here.

But he knew that that person would never come.

"Cron, you're going to be fine, aren't you? "

The man put the empty glass on the table, lifted the flask and poured a glass.

As soon as he tilted his head, the wine in the glass was drunk, and the glass was slammed against the small table.

"In vain, Zhang Hongwen is known as a scholar and a talented person who helps the world, but now that my brother is in prison, I can't see my brother when I come, and I can't kill the enemy and hate it, so I can only ......get drunk here alone."

"Zhang Da, do you think I'm a joke, it's really a joke......

."

"Alas".

Zhang Da sighed and was about to open his mouth to comfort, but suddenly a cold air rose from behind him for no reason.

This cold air not only made people's hearts startle, but even the air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the surrounding environment became quiet all of a sudden.

Until a crisp sound.

Drip, drip, drip......

It was like the sound of raindrops suddenly hitting on an oil-paper umbrella, which suddenly sounded in the empty backyard.

Zhang was shocked, and immediately pulled out the sword in his hand, and his figure fell to the ground in a flash, looking at the comer.

It was a man in a black robe, and he suddenly appeared there.

The door of the courtyard did not open, and Zhang Da did not hear the sound of anyone climbing over the wall and falling to the ground, but the man appeared in the courtyard out of thin air like a ghost.

The face blocked by the paper umbrella made Zhang Da unable to see the look of the person who came.

The man walked slowly towards this side, and each step fell lightly, as if stepping on the stagnant water of the stone slab of the courtyard, not to mention the sound, not even the slightest splash.

Only the sound of the rain hitting the umbrella, even in the rain, is so clear and audible.

Step by step, the man finally got closer.

Zhang Hongwen lay on top of the attic, as if he didn't notice it at all, he raised his wine glass and took a sip gently.

Zhang Da couldn't help it, he rushed forward three steps, and came to the man in a flash.

And at this time, the man's face was finally revealed under the oil-paper umbrella.

It was a young but story-telling face, with a look full of vicissitudes in its eyes

"Young, but definitely old!".

A thought flashed in Zhang Da's heart, but in the next moment, he felt that the man opposite seemed to have suddenly turned into a sharp sword.

The eyes fell on him, which made his hair tremble unconsciously!

But it's only a moment.

In the next moment, the man suddenly nodded at Zhang Hongwen and smiled shallowly.

So the fatal sense of oppression on Zhang Da's body disappeared, and at this moment he felt that the person opposite him was like an elegant and gentle aristocratic son.

Zhang Da had never felt like this, and he was suddenly a little frightened.

"Stop!" a roar of rage, Zhang Da waved his sword and pointed at the man.

The strange thing is that this mysterious man who suddenly appeared was obviously very high in martial arts, but he was very obedient and stood three feet away from the attic gate.

He raised his head and smiled slightly, his eyes passed through Zhang Da, as if he could see through the wooden planks of the attic balcony, and quietly looked at Zhang Hongwen, who was sitting there drinking slowly.

The

rain became heavier and heavier, and he banged the bamboo umbrella in the man's hand.

"Tang Yuzhe, you are still so elusive. A gentle voice came from above the attic.

"Zhang Da, don't make a mistake, let Mr. come in. "

Zhang Hongwen put the wine glass in his hand on the table and stood up.

There was a sword pinned to his waist, slender and long, like an ornament, but looking at him standing up, the heavy calluses in his hands, he knew that he could never be an ordinary scholar, Zhang Hongwen quietly looked at the man in the courtyard.

But the man in the courtyard didn't move, he shook his head, still smiling shallowly: "No need, I'll just stand here and talk." "

"There was no rain in the house, and it was much warmer. Zhang Hongwen's gaze met the man, and he didn't move at all: "Mr. can't believe me Zhang Hongwen?"

"If there is one person in Tiandu who is worthy of our trust, it must be Childe. The man standing in the courtyard shook his head slightly: "It's not that I can't trust Zhang Gongzi, it's just that I don't want to cause trouble for Zhang Gongzi." "

"You've stepped in. Zhang Hongwen looked at the man in the courtyard condescendingly, and his tone was a little sharp.

It seemed that if he hadn't heard what he wanted to hear, the next moment the slender saber hanging from his waist would be unsheathed!

The man smiled, but did not answer, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely quiet.

It's just that in this empty courtyard, the noisy sound of rain is a little abrupt.

Zhang Hongwen looked at the man and found that this man's edge seemed to have been fully reined in, and there was no trace of murderous aura on his whole body, not even the slightest bit of qi was emitted.

Zhang Hongwen, who knew that the other party's skills were by no means below him, asked lightly: "I am relieved to see you like this, the matter of rescuing Kron."

"Of course. The man bowed slightly: "I need Sima Lan's new list of those masters who have been transferred into the city." "

"Are you so sure I have those lists? "

"I'm sure, because you also want to save Han Kron. "

"You're right".

"Wait for my news".

When he said the last five words, the man in the courtyard accented his tone slightly.

As if a foreshadowing, it was definitely not an ordinary thing.

Zhang Hongwen looked up at the rain curtain outside the railing, and he didn't know why a sadness suddenly permeated his heart.

He sighed faintly: "Tang Yuzhe, do you think we can see such rain next time?"

The man naturally asked, "Naturally, not only next time, but next time we can all see each other."

Zhang Hongwen shook his head and said, "I will pay back what our Zhang family owes to the Han family." "

The man shook his head slightly, and said slowly, "If your father can think like this, we won't be so difficult." "

"My father also has his own way to stick to in his heart, a soldier, always as stubborn as a donkey. "

"As the saying goes, if the father pays the debt of the son, I will settle all the sins of this life. "