The next morning, the two of them were refreshed after resting for a night. They called the waiter to get water. After washing up, Wang Yu took a few pieces of silver from his purse and handed it to Chen Anzhi.

"I'm going to go shopping on the street later. Are you going to go with me or walk by yourself?"

Chen Anzhi thought for a while, "I'll go by myself. Since I came out of Hangzhou, I haven't seen the scenery outside yet."

Wang Yu rubbed his head and smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go buy something and wait for you in the inn. I remember to come back for dinner before noon."

Chen Anzhi's little head was sharp, his hands and feet were briskly packed up, and ran out with a small bag on his back.

Wang Yu shook his head, slowly returned to the room, folded the quilt, and left the door.

He wants to buy some things he will use on the road, such as kettles, salt, shoes and socks, and they must be prepared.

After thinking about it, he was planning to buy Chen Anzhi a hiking pole. Although this thing can be made by himself, it is not good at craftsmanship and it is ugly to hold it in your hand. Just spend money to buy it casually.

...

In the north of Dingyuan Prefecture, there is a luxuriously decorated courtyard.

The old man sitting in the main seat quietly listened to the report from the people below. There were two people sitting below, one wearing a sword and the other carrying a knife.

After the servant who had kneeled down on the ground finished speaking, the old man stood up and whispered: "Two, you are famous in the world. As long as you can cut Wang Yu under the sword, you will definitely be able to go to the next level."

The young man wearing a sword laughed and was about to speak, but the man with a knife next to him was dissatisfied and hummed in a muffled voice: "Why not the sword, but the sword? Mr. Zhou, do you look down on a certain family knife?"

"Since ancient times, swords have been the king of hundreds of soldiers. What's more, Shangguan Wudi, the number one in our world, is using swords. Song Qiye, who uses swords, can only be ranked second. So what if he looks down on you?"

The young man stopped laughing and said disdainfully: "If you are dissatisfied, you can have a fight with me."

"You...just compete! Are I afraid of you?!"

Seeing that the two were about to fight, the old man named Zhou coughed heavily, and when they looked over, he whispered: "I just said nothing, so don't worry about it, and let outsiders take advantage."

After thinking about it, he continued, "Let's do this, no matter who kills Wang Yu, the other person can get an additional 1,000 taels. What do you think?"

The two looked at each other and snorted coldly, so they did not continue to target.

When the old man saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You have heard what the servant said. As long as you catch the boy beside Wang Yu to threaten it, you will definitely have a great chance of winning when the fight is fought."

The man with a knife was a little unhappy. He wanted a dignified battle, rather than using despicable means to win, especially to deal with a child.

The young man laughed and bowed, "It should be so. Now is the time for them to separate. As long as we seize the opportunity, we will definitely succeed!"

Seeing this, the man had to shut up and suppress the little sense of justice in his heart, so as not to let it look up.

When they left with their fists, a young man walked out of the side hall, with his eyebrows and eyes similar to those of the old man surnamed Zhou.

He whispered: "Dad, although these two are good at playing, Wang Yu is a man who can defeat the Jiujianxian. Even if he catches that kid, he can control his hands and feet. I'm afraid they are no match."

The old man smiled, "It's natural that they can't rely on them alone, but I have a backup plan. The silver medal killer of Blood Rain Tower has long been ambushed aside. This time Wang Yu will definitely die."

When the young man heard this, he felt relieved and laughed, "As long as we can kill him, we can get in touch with the prince of Qin, which is enough to make our Zhou family a step further."

The father and son looked at each other and laughed, thinking that this thing would be done.

...

On the street, Chen Anzhi bought himself a bunch of candied haws and ate them while walking.

When he saw those children eating this, he was so envious. Now that he can buy it himself, he feels more satisfied than happy.

After touching the small bag behind him, he felt that he had already bought it almost. He was about to go back when two people suddenly appeared in front of him.

One person is wearing a knife and the other is wearing a sword, and the old man is eyeing him.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?!"

Chen Anzhi took a sudden step back, grabbed the purse with one hand, and shouted in caution.

The young man wearing a sword sneered and stepped forward, "Little bastard, you are looking for you. Come with us obediently, otherwise you will suffer later."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Chen Anzhi.

The seemingly light movements are actually as fast as thunder. Even a good man in the world can't react, let alone a child.

The man with a knife closed his eyes and turned his head, unable to bear to look at it. Just as he was about to leave, something was wrong suddenly appeared.

He looked back and saw a drunken swordsman suddenly appeared in front of the child.

The young man wearing a sword was stopped and took a step back, saying coldly: "Drunk, I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise it will be worth it if you wait and get your life!"

The drunk swordsman was Jiang Yun. He was originally drinking by the side of the road, but after seeing Chen An, he did not have the idea of ​​coming forward to say hello. However, seeing that the child was in danger, he still couldn't help but rush out.

"How come the Thirteenth Sword, which is rumored by the world, is a famous second-grade master. Now, how can he become a child? " Jiang Yun burped and protected Chen Anzhi behind him.

He looked at the man with the knife who had been silent and laughed out loud, "It turns out that Mobei's wind-chasing sword is also there. Are you two getting back and forth, and actually attacking a child who has no power to tie a chicken?"

Zhuifeng Dao lowered his head when he heard this, looking a little ashamed. However, the fast sword Thirteen was furious. After taking a closer look at Jiang Yun, he recognized him.

"I said who is it? It turns out that I am an abandoned disciple of Jianzhong. I heard that you seduce your elders and ignore your human ethics. You are a ruthless beast. When you look at it today, it turns out that it is really not a good thing."

He said, "That woman you hooked up with is definitely not a good guy. Maybe after you leave, you will get along with other men. You fool will lose your bright future and you don't care at all."

Jiang Yun's face changed and he gritted his teeth and said, "You are not allowed to say that to her!"

With a clang, he drew his sword out of the sheath and pointed the tip of the sword straight at the two of them.

Kuaijian Thirteen took two steps back and whispered in the man's ear: "I'll stop you. Go and catch that child, leave immediately after you succeed, don't engage in useless entanglement here."

Zhuifeng Dao was a little reluctant, but since he took on the job, he had to bear it no matter what his job was, even if he felt uncomfortable.

This is something he relies on for his survival and cannot be changed easily.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Kuaijian Thirteen knew that he would not refuse, so he sneered and drew his sword to meet Jiang Yun.
Chapter completed!