Queen's Detective

"Brother Yan?"

Wang Min grabbed the rein and stopped hastily.After he heard the rumors in the Jianghu, he was worried, so he asked his uncle to send the letter to Shaolin first, and then turned back to find someone.He hastily searched along the official road for several days, and since no one recognized him, he walked smoothly all the way.

He was a little anxious, afraid that something would happen to Yan Sanbai.

Just now, he suddenly saw a white figure beside the official road ahead, which looked a bit like it, so he shouted hastily.

The other party didn't answer, but the closer he got, the more convinced Wang Min was that the man was his Brother Yan.So he dismounted happily and ran over, but unexpectedly saw that piece of blood red.

Blood stained the white clothes on the man's chest red, Wang Min's brain seemed to be hit by a blunt object, and it went blank for an instant.It wasn't until Yan Sanbai's painful muffled hum came into his ears that he came back to his senses.

"Brother Yan!"

The girl seemed to be frightened. When she saw someone coming, she finally panicked and pulled out her dagger.

With a bang, the dagger fell to the ground, splashing a few drops of water.

Wang Min quickly caught Yan Sanbai's fallen body, the dagger was gone, the blood on Yan Sanbai's chest flowed faster, Wang Min hurriedly held him down, "Brother Yan? Brother Yan, don't be scared Me! What the hell is going on..."

Whispering, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the girl angrily, "It's you? Why did you kill me, Brother Yan?!"

The angry young man was impulsive, and the long sword at his waist was unsheathed in an instant, and stabbed straight at the murderer.

The girl was so frightened that she couldn't even take a step. The old man beside her, who was overwhelmed by a series of accidents, reacted and ran over to stop her.

However, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't beat Wang Min's sword.

However, Wang Min's sword never fell on the girl.

Yan Sanbai grasped the blade of the sword, those eyes shining like stars contained pain because of the injury, but they were still firm.

The sharp blade cut through Yan Sanbai's palm, Wang Min hurriedly let go, but Yan Sanbai stared into his eyes, and said slowly and clearly, "Let her go."

"Why?" Seeing Yan Sanbai like this, Wang Min burst into tears, "She..."

"She's here for revenge, cough, cough...a life for a life, I have nothing to say." Yan Sanbai spoke with difficulty, and sat up holding his chest, "Girl, you go, big The revenge has been avenged, live a good life with your grandfather, don't get involved in this past trouble again..."

The girl froze in place, struggling in her eyes, and large teardrops fell down like broken threads.

Yan Sanbai could tell that this was just a temporary revenge. If such a girl who might not even kill a chicken had murderous intentions in her heart, it would be impossible to hide it from Yan Sanbai.

If she hadn't met Yan Sanbai, perhaps she would never have raised the butcher's knife, but things are unpredictable.This also means that the next journey will be more dangerous, because of the danger, it will become unpredictable.

Or he should lament that Mr. Mei really put too much effort into him, even counting such a coincidence.No, maybe as long as you gently push at a certain node, everything will become as logical as it seems on the surface.

Wang Min hugged Yan Sanbai tightly, his anger hadn't subsided yet, but he was still worried about Yan Sanbai, so he had to force himself down, staring at the girl, "Get out! Get out immediately!"

Fearing that they would repent, the old man dragged his granddaughter away desperately.It's like escaping, like escaping from a nightmare that has been going on for years.

Yan Sanbai looked at Wang Min, his hands and feet were cold, but there was a hint of warmth in his heart, "Sincerely, calm down, I have medicine in my pocket, first...cough, help me stop the bleeding first."

Wang Min quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, found the wound medicine from Yan Sanbai's pocket, and helped him treat the wound.But the young man was clumsy in his hands and feet, seeing that the blood seemed unstoppable, he felt even more flustered.After finally finishing it, he looked up and saw that Yan Sanbai's face was as white as paper, but just now he didn't make a sound.

Helping him fix his clothes, Wang Min told himself in his heart to be stronger so that he could protect Big Brother Yan.

This is an official road, so it is not suitable to stay for a long time, Wang Min hastily cleaned up the blood on the ground, got on the horse with Yan Sanbai on his back, and tied him firmly on his back with cloth strips.

"Brother Yan, don't worry, I'll take you away right away." Wang Min clamped his horse's belly and took Yan Sanbai away quickly.

Yan Sanbai lay on his back. Although Wang Min was young, it made him feel at ease.Raising his hand with difficulty, Yan Sanbai pointed to the fork in front of him, "Go to... Fengyankou..."

Fengyankou is the place where Yan Sanbai and the people from Langhuan Pavilion agreed to meet. If Yan Sanbai is not injured, he will definitely be there before sunset.But now, Wang Min looked back worriedly at Yan Sanbai, who frowned and closed his eyes, and then looked at the road ahead. The sunset seemed to be far away.

The future is bleak, but he is still very lucky, fortunately he turned back.

After about half an hour, Yan Sanbai passed out due to the injury and the bump on the horse's back. When he woke up again, he saw darkness.It took him a long time to get used to the light. When he turned his head, he saw an oil lamp on the dilapidated table, and there was a dry smell in the room.

This is where?

Yan Sanbai coughed a few times, touching the wound, causing a piercing pain.Thinking of him raising his hand, he suddenly found that his hand was being held by someone—Wang Min was lying on the bedside, holding his hand and falling asleep.

Hearing the sound, he woke up quickly, seeing that Yan Sanbai had also woken up, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Brother Yan, you're awake!" "Hey, where are we now?" A farmer's house half a day's journey away." Hearing that Yan Sanbai's voice was a little hoarse, Wang Min quickly got up and poured a glass of water, helped him up and fed it to his mouth.Yan Sanbai drank a few sips to moisten his throat, and Wang Min said with some shame: "Originally, I wanted to take you directly to Fengyankou, but I met people from the Tianhua sect on the way, I was afraid... I I can't beat them, so I had to come here to avoid them first. Brother Yan, I..." "What's wrong?" Yan Sanbai tried to smile, "Brother Yan is relying on you now, you have to cheer up .”

The little boy clenched his fists and nodded solemnly, "Well, Brother Yan, are you hungry? I'll go outside and get something to eat. You wait for me."

Saying that, Wang Min hurried out, not letting Yan Sanbai see his reddish earlobes.The young man made up his mind that he must take good care of Brother Yan and not let those bad guys hurt him even a single bit.

Having made up his mind, the young man seemed to have inexhaustible strength in his limbs.

Yan Sanbai forced himself to sit up and exercise his kung fu to heal his injuries, and seized all the time to recover.After a while, someone opened the curtain and came in, but it was not Wang Min, but a woman in coarse clothes, who should be the owner of this place.She brought a bowl of porridge and a few sweet potatoes, and told Yan Sanbai that the young master was still outside making soup for him.

Yan Sanbai thanked him and ate it, he just needed to replenish nutrition quickly to restore his strength.Soon Wang Min brought chicken soup, which was made from the chicken raised by the owner, and it was the most suitable for nourishing the body.

After eating and drinking, Yan Sanbai felt much better, and still wanted to continue practicing exercises to heal his injuries, but Wang Min, seeing his pale face, insisted on asking him to rest. make plans.

Didn't sleep well tonight though.

One dream after another, like a storyteller's drama, hit Yan Sanbai like waves.

In those dreams in the past, Yan Sanbai seemed to have returned to the past, and killing was the constant color in that world.

At that time, someone told him that it was right to do so, and to kill was for a better tomorrow.

So he was tireless, and closed all his emotions after numbness.More and more people died under his sword. He walked all the way through the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. The corpses under his feet grabbed his ankles, trying to hinder his progress.

So he swung his sword and cut off his hand.

However, someone called his name behind him, so real, so clear.

He couldn't help turning his head back, but a pair of slender hands grabbed his throat, sometimes frantically, sometimes pleadingly said to him: "Will you die? Will you die..."

Yan Sanbai shook his head in pain, feeling that he was going to be out of breath, breathing became more and more difficult, as if trapped in black water, struggling in vain.

No, I have one more person to meet...he's still waiting for me to go back!

Yan Sanbai opened his eyes abruptly, panting heavily, and when he sat up suddenly, he touched the wound, and it hurt like tearing.

It was Wang Min who suddenly rushed in from the outside, anxiously, "Brother Yan, let's go soon." "What's the matter? Someone is coming outside?" Yan Sanbai held his breath, rolled over and got off the bed.

Wang Min hurried over to help him, "Suddenly two strangers came to the village. I was concerned and went to have a look. Judging by their walking posture, I'm sure they all know martial arts."

Rivers and lakes...

Yan Sanbai made a decisive decision, took out some broken silver from his wallet and put it on the bedside, opened the back window, "Let's go."

After resting for most of the day, he was already much better. Now he cheered up and ran around with Wang Min starry night, barely holding on.But when he left the village, Yan Sanbai saw two figures wandering in the village with sharp eyes, and frowned slightly, "They saw us." "Then let's go, I'll carry you." Wang Min said. "No, wait, there's a better way."

Saying that, Yan Sanbai led Wang Min around a corner and hid in the grass beside him. "Remember, when they come over, shoot immediately." Yan Sanbai half-knelt on the ground, holding the handle of the knife in one hand, and resting on the ground with the other, with a solemn expression, "Have you learned all the thirteen postures of Guihe?"

Wang Min couldn't help becoming serious, "I will." "Okay, later, I will make a move and flap my wings first, then I will catch my hand, and finally return to the mountain with myriad cranes, do you understand?"

Yan Sanbai taught on the spot, Wang Min clenched the hilt of his sword, "I know."

Yan Sanbai closed his eyes, and adjusted his breath secretly to make the wound less painful, "Remember, the way to practice martial arts lies in comprehension. The master leads the door, and the practice is up to the individual. Essence, although there are few moves, but if you use them flexibly, you can defeat the enemy."

In the dark night, there is a cool breeze hitting the moon.

Yan Sanbai caught the whisper in the wind, and suddenly opened his eyes, "Here we come."