On this day——

The wind and snow gradually stopped, the sky was bright and clear, and there seemed to be signs of clearing up.

Liu Yanbo got up early and tidied up his own floor as usual, leaving no trace.

"Are you going back to Haishi today?" Liu Yanbo picked up the quilt and put it in the cabinet.

"Um."

Yin Hanruo was sitting in front of the dressing table, carefully arranging her makeup, so even her answers sounded perfunctory.

But soon——

She reacted and heard the overtone of Liu Yanbo's words——

Liu Yanbo just said "you", not "us".

Yin Hanruo temporarily stopped what he was doing, turned to look at Liu Yanbo, and asked doubtfully: "You won't go back with me?"

"You go back first, I will have to wait two days before going back." Liu Yanbo explained: "I want to return a favor."

"Repaying the favor to whom?" Yin Hanruo asked.

"That's the person who sent me back that morning." Liu Yanbo didn't think for a moment or was at a loss for words, because he had already planned these answers last night. He had already thought about what kind of answers he would use to make Yin Hanruo ask more questions without getting to the bottom of things.

What exactly is he planning to do today?

really--

Yin Hanruo fell silent.

Yin Hanruo didn't know who sent Liu Yanbo back that morning. Although she wanted to know who that person was, since they didn't want her to know, she couldn't be an ignorant person.

That was the case that day and it is still the case now.

The meaning of Liu Yanbo's words is obvious enough, so obvious that anyone who is not a fool can hear it——

He reached some kind of agreement with that person as a condition for getting him out of the situation.

There is no free lunch in the world——

If Yin Han could understand, he would have no doubts.

Similarly, she also wanted to know what kind of agreement there was between Liu Yanbo and that person, but she couldn't take the initiative to ask because she was not an ignorant person.

after all--

Liu Yanbo was not even willing to tell her who that person was, so how could he tell her what kind of agreement he had with that person?

This is probably one of the other party’s clear requirements, right?

At least that's what Yin Hanruo thinks, and she can only think so.

After a moment of silence, Yin Hanruo looked up at Liu Yanbo and asked seriously: "Is there any danger?"

In this matter, this seems to be the only thing she can take the initiative to ask about now. This is the least concern she has for her husband as a wife at this time.

Because even if there is danger, can Liu Yanbo not go?

Yin Hanruo knew Liu Yanbo well, he had always been a man of his word.

"No." Liu Yanbo answered firmly, with a soft smile on his face.

Is there really no danger?

At least in Liu Yanbo's own opinion, what he is going to do next is not dangerous, because there are already very few things in this world that can make him feel dangerous.

…

So what exactly is Liu Yanbo going to do?

After breakfast, Liu Yanbo and Du Xiaotian first sent Yin Hanruo to the airport to meet Shangguan Qingmeng. After they left, he hailed a taxi alone outside the airport.

Where is he going?

This is a private residence, and it is in a secluded location. Not only is it far away from the city center, but the transportation is also somewhat inconvenient, and it is still a long way from the nearest road.

This house looks to be quite old. Although it is not in a state of dilapidation, it does look very old. There is no sign of people living there for a long time, because the floor at the door is not only covered with moss, but also some slates.

There are already weeds growing in the gaps.

But today, its doors are open.

Looking around, the scene inside the house looks even more depressing than the scene outside the house. The open-air yard has been covered with snow, and the ginkgo tree in the yard has lost its "imperial" look of the past, leaving only its bare branches.

The branches and leaves have already fallen with the wind, falling everywhere they can reach...

In fact, many years ago, Liu Yanbo lived in this house for a while. It was a boring but comfortable life. There was nothing to miss, but at least it was not blurred in his memory.

There is a stone table and four stone benches under the ginkgo tree. On the stone table is brewing a pot of good tea, which is the finest Yuqian Longjing tea. Liu Yanbo could smell its fragrance even outside the door.

The tea maker was a middle-aged man. He was much older than Liu Yanbo, but when he saw Liu Yanbo walking in, he stood up and waited like a student waiting for his teacher.

"Sir." This is the honorific title given to Liu Yanbo by the middle-aged man, and it has always been this way.

Liu Yanbo had gotten used to this middle-aged man's respect for him a long time ago, so he just responded with a gentle smile, then sat on one of the stone benches and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

"Sir, this is the information you asked for." After the middle-aged man sat down again, he handed over a document bag.

Liu Yanbo took the document bag and put it aside. After drinking a cup of tea, he asked, "Does Mr. Wen have any other instructions?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Mr. Wen said that I hope that during this trip, Mr. Wen will be able to clear up his grievances and his debts."

"That's the only sentence?" Liu Yanbo said with a faint smile.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded again.

Liu Yanbo smiled and shook his head. There was a little helplessness in his smile, and he stood up and said, "I'll try my best."

After saying that, he already took the document bag and was ready to leave.

"Sir, please stay!" the middle-aged man immediately stood up and said.

Hearing this, Liu Yanbo turned to look at the middle-aged man——

This is an unremarkable middle-aged man, who even looks a little dull at ordinary times.

But at this moment, something happened to him. His energy and momentum were rising, just like a volcano that would erupt at any time.

Liu Yanbo turned his whole body back, smiled slightly and said, "Do you want to give it a try again?"

"Yes!" The middle-aged man bowed slightly and said, "Please sir, please give me some advice."

"Okay." Liu Yanbo nodded and said, "But it's still the same old rules."

"Understood." After saying that, the middle-aged man bent down and picked up a piece of dead branch on the ground, and said again: "Sir, please enlighten me."

This is a piece of dead branch about one meter long, as thick as a middle finger. Like all dead branches in the world, it is inconspicuous and fragile. Even a three-year-old child can break it easily. Its purpose

Usually only suitable for firewood.

but now--

It changed and turned into a sword, a sharp sword that could kill people in an instant.

The dead branch turned into a sharp sword, and the person holding the sword seemed to be undergoing some kind of change.

At this time, he no longer had the usual dullness, nor the humility just now. Only endless vitality gushes out from his not tall body. Such majestic vitality should only be possible in the spring when all things revive.

You can feel it, but now, it is still early spring when the ice and snow have not yet melted.

Life is so wonderful, no one can explain that a person can change like this in an instant.

this--

Is it just a change unique to a swordsman?

The middle-aged man clasped his little finger and ring finger with his left thumb in a sword gesture. He took a half step forward with his left foot, with the heel facing the toe of his right hand. He raised the withered finger in his hand and pointed directly at Liu Yanbo's face, stabbing him without any fancy.

passed.

The moment he thrust out, this section of dead branch that had already withered seemed to be stimulated by some kind of magic. Suddenly it seemed to be alive, as if it had been reborn, and its

The vitality is still rising, just like a seedling in spring, which in an instant has grown into a towering tree that can block out the sky and the sun.

What kind of change is this?

No one can describe how exquisite this sword is.

With the thrust of the middle-aged man's sword, Liu Yanbo's body was also undergoing some changes. His eyes, which had been covered with a layer of darkness all year round, became brighter, and he had that casual and carefree look.

The loose atmosphere has also disappeared, leaving only rigor.

Liu Yanbo also moved——

He took a half-step forward with his right foot, using his left foot as the base, and used the index finger and thumb of his left hand to catch the sword that the middle-aged man was thrusting at him——

Lingxi finger.

Only this time, it was more ingenious, more accurate and faster than when facing Ouyang Yaoqin's sword.

There was a "pop" sound, and while Liu Yanbo clamped the sword, the bluestone floor he stepped on with his left foot shattered, and then his left foot gradually sank down, sinking into the stone floor.

In the soil, about an inch or so.
To be continued...