Wang Zhihuan seemed to have a very long dream. When he woke up, he felt sore all over his body. He wanted to move but couldn't move. His hands and feet were tied tightly, and he had a numb covering his head, and even his mouth was blocked.

His consciousness gradually recovered and he felt the faint pain coming from the back of his head. Wang Zhihuan recalled the reason why he fell into such a situation.

It was pitch black in front of him. Wang Zhihuan didn't know where he was, but he seemed to hear someone talking.

Now he can do nothing, so he can only patiently, listen to the movements and judging everything based on his feelings.

There were faint shouts coming from the surroundings, and various fragrances could be smelled from the nose.

I couldn't help but ponder: I should be near the downtown area. The food is mixed with fragrance and the taste is not uniform.

There are no secluded houses near the downtown city because they are in the inn.

It is hidden in the city, so that it can hide people's eyes and ears.

The foot sound came, and Wang Zhihuan remained motionless.

I heard one person say, "I feel refreshed when I leave!"

A steady voice came: "Don't fool me with your eyes open, wipe the oil from the corners of your mouth clean, are you running to the toilet to chew chicken legs?"

Only then did Wang Zhihuan realize that there was actually someone in the room. He couldn't help but feel shocked, and was glad that he did not move.

The first person smiled and said, "Brother, this is really no wonder. Boss Shi has caught such a burden! He is also tired of serving us brothers. He can't drink alcohol or go anywhere. He will be sick. Otherwise, you can go and have a few drinks, and I'll watch here."

A steady voice said, "Forget it, don't think this kid is a small documentary, but he can contact Pei Min directly. Pei Min should not be underestimated, even Tubo is not an opponent. We are about to do big things, so we must not ruin the overall situation just because of him."

The young complaints sounded in Wang Zhihuan's ears again, "It's better to kill with one knife. The safest thing is to die."

A steady voice shouted: "It's summer now, and people will get smelly if they die for a day. I want to take everyone to die together?"

The young voice was not heard, but just a muttering "Turkish".

The steady voice shouted again: "Don't speak Turkic words, we cannot reveal our identities, and we must never develop this habit at any time."

Even if Wang Zhihuan did not have the other party’s prompt, he could hear it was Turkic.

He is from Taiyuan, Shanxi, and Yanmen Pass is not far from Taiyuan. Turks often come to Taiyuan to trade and trade.

Wang Zhihuan couldn't understand and didn't learn it, but he could tell it.

Turkic!

Do big things!

Buy food!

Wang Zhihuan organized the information bit by bit, and suddenly found that behind the abnormal food and grass, there was a certain conspiracy.

Wang Zhihuan was thinking about the way to escape.

The room was quiet and there was no sound, only the heavy breathing of a few people.

That's when!

The door rang out unexpectedly.

"Who!" Xi Xiang, who was steady in the room, shouted.

"It's me, the waiter!" A familiar voice came from outside the house.

Xi Xiang glanced at Xue Chen beside him and nodded. He had a good memory, and it was true that the waiter's voice was true.

Xue Chen took back his hand holding the scabbard and stepped forward to open the door.

Just as he pulled the door open, the door suddenly rushed open.

Xue Chen failed to dodge in time, and the door frame hit his head directly.

Xue Chen was so confused that before he could react, a young man in white strode into the room and slashed heavily on Xue Chen's neck with a knife.

Xue Chen fell directly to the ground, without any strength to fight back.

Seeing this, Xi Xiang did not hesitate, and directly pulled out his sword from his waist and slashed at Wang Zhihuan on the bed in the inner room.

Wang Zhihuan accidentally thrust a carp, and even when his hands and feet were tied up, he jumped up and avoided the knife.

The literati of the Tang Dynasty were very different from those of other eras.

The Tang Dynasty admired martial arts, and there was no idea that everything was inferior, but that he had high reading.

Even literati have the heart to respect martial arts.

Therefore, there is such an passionate poem, "Why not bring Wu Gou and collect the fifty states of Guanshan Mountains. Please go to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, like a scholar, Wanhuhou?" This passionate poem, abandoning literature and following martial arts, serving the frontiers. At this time, a fashion. The great poets Gao Shi, Cen Shen, Wang Changling, and Lu Lun are all examples.

Not only was Wang Zhihuan not a weak scholar, but he often fencing and sang tragic songs, and had extremely high attainments in swordsmanship.

At this critical moment, he avoided Xi Xiang's attack.

Xi Xiang failed to hit the other one, and the second one was intended to hit him.

A strong wind shot in.

The boy in white also reacted and shot out the sword in his hand.

Xi Xiang had no choice but to retreat and avoid it.

After avoiding this, he missed the opportunity. The young man in white took the opportunity to smash the teapot from the shop Xiaoer who was stunned by the fright, and at the same time picked up Xue Chen's sword underground and raised his sword to meet him.

Swords intersect!

The boy in white took advantage of his strength to take a step back and said, "Brother, don't move!"

Although Wang Zhihuan didn't know who the person was, he clearly heard the other party's intention and stopped acting rashly.

The young man in white waved his hand and the thick rope on Wang Zhihuan's hand fell down accordingly.

Xi Xiang took advantage of the situation and rushed towards the young man in white.

In order to save people, the boy in white missed the first move, but he was not afraid, and pushed his sword forward and smiled, "Come and try my latest sword technique!"

In a flash of white light, followed by a clanging sound, and swords intersected.

The two of them took a step back.

Xi Xiang couldn't help but say "Huh". The sword technique of the young man in front of him was ordinary, but he was full of murderous aura. He grasped the timing of his sword in an extremely clever and strange way.

The boy in white smiled and said, "Take me a few more swords."

Wang Zhihuan also opened his face at this time. Seeing a piece of the remaining sword of the boy in white, he reached out to take it, cut off the rope on his feet. The sword in his hand was shocked and he smiled and said, "I'm the one!"

The young man in white didn't speak, and swung his sword first and slashed straight from the upper left corner, with a strong force.

Wang Zhihuan was not willing to be outdone and stabbed Xi Xiang's right shoulder with his sword.

One left and one right complement each other.

Xi Xiang turned his sword and leaned against his side, squatted slightly with his right leg, touched the young man in white with his long sword, immediately retracted his strength, and suddenly ran away, intending to escape.

The young man in white raised his eyebrows, took off his sword and shot towards the enemy's heart.

Unexpectedly, Xi Xiang's run was a trick. He saw that although the swordsman in white was agile, he had little experience. The long sword suddenly turned around and grabbed the throat of the boy in white, with a strong and incompetent force.

The boy in white smiled and retreated calmly.

Wang Zhihuan walked up with the sword, his wrist trembled, and with a puff, the tip of the sword pierced Xi Xiang's right shoulder.

"Good sword technique!" The young man in white laughed and praised, took advantage of the opportunity to grab the sword, and repaired it on Xi Xiang's left shoulder.

Wang Zhihuan tied Xi Xiang properly with the remaining ropes, and then said to the young man in white: "Thank you for helping me! It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, so let's leave first!"
Chapter completed!