Deep in the woods behind the college, Zhao Yan had practiced boxing four times, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared all over his body. The morning light shone on him, and each fine bead of sweat seemed crystal clear.

His palms slowly pressed down from his chest. As Zhao Yan's palms pressed down little by little, the red blood on his face faded away little by little, and the raised chest also faded little by little. The blood on his palms was also fading at a speed visible to the naked eye. When his palms pressed to his lower abdomen, except for those fine sweat beads, there was no trace of his just practicing boxing. Even his breathing became even.

The surging energy in the body made Zhao Yan feel particularly good, and he wiped out the depression that he still had no clue about when practicing this morning.

With a lot of energy, Zhao Yan naturally didn't want to go back just now. He turned around and walked to the big tree next to him, bent down to pick up the branch he used to practice the Nine Styles of Breaking Wind every day.

After weighing it in his hand, an idea popped up in his mind: Maybe, I should think of a way to get a real knife to play with it...

Zhao Yan was a little tired of practicing the Nine Styles of Breaking Wind with branches every day, and he always felt that he was not serious enough. The Nine Styles of Breaking Wind were the sword technique of the great general of Shenwu, Wang Chuanhong. It was too disrespectful to practice with branches.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, Zhao Yan didn't think much about it, moved his right foot a little half a step, the branch was horizontally facing his chest, and the expression on his face became serious in an instant. A evil aura appeared between his eyebrows. He suddenly shouted softly and began to practice the nine-style Breaking Wind.

His right foot stepped forward and three steps in a row. At the same time, the dead branches in his hand slammed forward at a very fast speed, but his steps did not stop, his steps were left and right, and sometimes slanted. But overall, he was constantly moving forward, a very strange step, and the moves used by the dead branches in his hand were even more strange.

The footwork was moving forward, but the branches in his hand pointed to the east and west, suddenly stabbed forward, suddenly lifted backward, suddenly swept downward, suddenly slashed downward, slashed horizontally and vertically, with a particularly sharp power.

During the nine-style performance of the Wind Breaking Style, your feet are always on the ground. If you stand in a distance and watch Zhao Yan practice this sword technique, you will have a vague illusion, and it feels like you are watching an ancient ferocious beast rushing around with extremely fierce momentum.

But today, Zhao Yan was at the height of his training, and suddenly shouted loudly, and his right foot stepped forward stomped heavily on the ground. While stomping a deep footprint, he also soared into the air. The branches raised high were slashing down when Zhao Yan's face was full of evil spirits.

"Click..."

It was obvious that nothing was chopped, but it was chopped in the void. Before Zhao Yan's feet had fallen to the ground, the branches as thick as those of his child's arms had broken into two pieces with a crack.

After his feet landed on the ground, Zhao Yan frowned, his feet fixed there, his eyes staring at the half-broken branches in his hand, his eyes looking a little confused.

Just now, when he was rising into the air and slashing down angrily, his heart suddenly stumbled, as if he had seen the branch in his hand break. Then he had time to think more about it, and the branch in his hand was really broken with a "click".

"What's going on?"

At this moment, with both feet standing on the ground, Zhao Yan was a little uncertain about what he felt just now, blinking in confusion. Zhao Yan smiled mockingly, threw the remaining half of the branch in his hand on the ground, patted the dust on his hand, and when he picked it up, the towel hanging on the branch was wiped, while wiping the sweat beads on his face and neck, turning around and leaving.

Everyone can foresee something bad happening, right?

For example: I suddenly encountered a dog on the road and my heart immediately sank. I felt that the dog might bite me. I ran away without thinking about it, and then I was bitten by the dog.

For example: When sitting in class and the teacher said he wanted to find someone to answer the question, he immediately had a premonition in his heart. He had a premonition that the teacher would ask himself this time, but he was unsure and deliberately avoided looking at the teacher, but the next moment the name the teacher called out was indeed him.

When leaving this forest, Zhao Yan classified his premonition just now into the above two examples. He felt that this was normal and everyone would foresee something bad to happen.

...

Zhao Yan went to class, and after breakfast, Xun Qing simply packed his luggage, said goodbye to his parents, and drove away from Hanlin College.

Drive straight towards Nanjing Airport.

In the car, Xun Qing was driving while putting his mobile phone Bluetooth headset on his ears and turned on the switch. Soon, the sound of a little demon came from the headset.

"Good morning, Director! Xiao Yao is here to serve you!"

Xun Qing: "What was the situation with the two people you caught that night? Have you found out clearly? Read the result to me!"

"Okay! Director, please wait!"

A sound of typing on the keyboard came from the headphones, and soon the little demon's voice rang out again.

"Director! That night, when our satellite monitored a car to track you, the department immediately monitored the other party's mobile phone call in real time. Afterwards, in accordance with your instructions, the department issued a direct order to the Nanjing Inspection Department. The Nanjing Inspection Department acted quickly and successfully arrested the suspect on the spot. This morning, the Nanjing Inspection Department had already transmitted the interrogation and investigation results to the General Administration. Xiao Yao had just looked at it. The interrogation results in Nanjing showed that the two men arrested that night were dispatched by the killer organization Wuchang. The target was a young writer named Zhao Yan. Wuchang's purpose was to assassinate this writer! Director, was that young writer in your car that night?"

The last sentence shows the little demon's curiosity.

"Zhao Yan..."

Xun Qing repeated the name softly, her eyes slightly confused, and she realized the young man's name.

Ignoring Xiao Yao's curiosity, Xun Qing asked lightly: "Who paid for the life of that young writer from Wuchang? Have you found out here in Nanjing?"

Xiao Yao: "Haha, Director! In fact, many people in the Ming Dynasty know about the whole story. There is no need to check in Nanjing at all, just confirm it."

"Oh? Many people know? What do you say?"

Xun Qing's eyes moved slightly.

Xiao Yao: "It seems that the Director does not read entertainment news normally, so I will tell you carefully!"

Xun Qing did not speak out.

Xiao Yao continued: "Zhao Yan, whose pen name is Shi Jian, is that the word Yan in his name is taken as a pen name. He doesn't know how he offended a deputy manager of Nie Media, a guy named You Xin, a playboy from a second-rate family. There is news speculation that Zhao Yan refused You Xin to come to buy the movie adaptation rights of his novel. Therefore, You Xin was unhappy and spent money to find Wuchang and asked Wuchang to send a killer to kill this young writer. But unexpectedly, the young writer named Zhao Yan was not only talented.

Yi, who has a good kung fu, Wuchang's assassination had no warning at all. Not only did Wuchang's close-range killer, but Wuchang's No. 2 killer pistol king was also sent long-range sniper. Logically speaking, the Gun King took action personally, and the young writer would definitely die, but a strange thing happened. The Gun King, who was always shot and killed by Wuchang, was also killed by the young writer named Zhao Yan. Anyway, except for the Gun King, all the other killers were broken into his hands."

Listening to the Xiao Yao’s report, Xun Qing’s eyes occasionally fluctuated, but they remained quiet.

But when I heard this, I asked: "This kind of impermanence should not be promoted everywhere, right? How do I know the news?"

The little demon's voice seemed a little excited: "Director! Because after the assassination, something even stranger happened. Zhao Yan was taken to the police station shortly after the assassination, and before he got off the car, he fell into a coma!"

"coma?"

Xun Qing was a little surprised.

Xiao Yao: "Yes! And he was unconscious for more than half a month. He woke up in the hospital bed a few days ago! Well, it seems that he just woke up the day you returned to Nanjing, Director!"

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

The little demon probably said casually, but Xun Qing subconsciously stepped on the brakes and stopped the car suddenly on the road. His voice unconsciously raised: "What? Did he wake up the day I returned to Nanjing?"

The little demon didn't think much and said with certainty: "Yes! Director! I remembered that the person named Zhao Yan really woke up the day you returned to Nanjing!"

Xun Qing: “…”

Is this fate?

He didn't wake up early or late, but I didn't wake up for two years. I suddenly woke up when I went home. He could complete the nine styles of breaking the wind, but I accidentally saw him. He got drunk that night, and I saw him when I returned home. Not only that, by chance, my first time was given to him...

Xun Qing felt indescribable in his heart, and even if it was not fate, she could not believe it herself.

The report of the little demon continues.

"Director! Some time ago, there were reports of the assassination incident everywhere in the news. You probably don't know that the young writer named Zhao Yan is really talented! The information shows that he was less than 20 years old, and he has written several very best-selling novels, and his novels have basically been adapted into movies and TV series. Like the popular "Full Moon Scimitar" that was popular a few days ago, it is his novel. The TV series "The Smiling and Proud Wanderer" that ended two days ago is also adapted from his novel. I heard that it is said that the TV series "The Smiling and Proud Wanderer" that ended two days ago is also adapted from his novel.

Now "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" is also preparing for the movie version, and the Madman Group is also preparing for another movie adapted from his novel. I remember that the name seems to be "Tianlong Jiu..., uh, no! It should be "Tianlong Ba Fo"! Yes! It is called "Tianlong Ba Fo"! Director! You don't know! This young writer is known as the No. 1 rookie in the literary world in Daming. Some time ago, he was assassinated and was almost in trouble in the news! So I just told you just now that many people know about this! At the beginning..."

"You Xin and the Gun King... Little Demon! You pass on my order and let the office arrest these two people!"

Xun Qing suddenly spoke and interrupted the little demon's whispering with a little excitement.

"Well……"

The little demon said hesitantly, "Director! Uh, those two people have been arrested by the Jinyiwei, hehe, it's not our turn to take action!"

"Um?"

While starting the car again, Xun Qing raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What's going on? Why did the Jinyiwei take the initiative to deal with this kind of thing this time? What's the inside story?"

Xiao Yao: "Uh, Director! This... I'm not very clear. Unless you give me the authorization, Xiao Yao, I don't have the authority to investigate the inside story of this matter, because, because I heard that someone from above gave an order to the Jinyiwei intervened!"

Hearing that someone above issued an order, Xun Qing did not immediately respond to Xiao Yao's words. Since Xiao Yao said that she needed her authorization, she understood that the level above would not be low, otherwise, Xiao Yao's authority would not be required.

The following investigation has always been a taboo for their rights departments. If you are not careful, you will offend a big shot.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, the little demon in the headphones didn't say anything anymore. It was obviously giving Xun Qing time to consider it.

More than ten seconds later, Xun Qing spoke again: "Little Demon! That's all about this matter! Well, let the department pay attention to Wuchang's movements. If Wuchang sends killers to Nanjing, there is no need to ask me. You can just let Nanjing take action. If you can catch it, you can kill all those who can't catch it! Report it to me later!"

Xiao Yao: "Oh, okay! Yes! I understand Director!"

Xun Qing closed the call with Xiao Yao.

But Xinhu was not calm. Xiao Yao’s report just now not only made her know that the young man was named Zhao Yan, who was a very talented writer, but also made her think of more.

For the first time in his life, Xun Qing began to really doubt whether there is really a thing like "destiny" in this world.

She went home for the first time in the past two years. He was in a coma in the hospital for more than half a month, but woke up the day she returned home. There were also a series of coincidences that forced the two people who should have no intersection at all.

If this is really fate, then she thought about that night just as an accident in her life, and it passed.

If fate really made her come together with him, I am afraid that fate will make them contact each other in the future.

Xun Qing suddenly became a little confused. If everything was really the arrangement of fate, then what was the significance of her efforts over the years? If fate really existed, would it mean that her efforts and persistence over the years were not her own choice, but that fate had already been arranged?

Including that man's persistence and death?

With this confusion, Xun Qing boarded the plane to the capital.

Looking at the white clouds outside the window, Xun Qing suddenly looked forward to fate's next arrangement. She wanted to know what coincidence that fate would connect them together when she didn't contact the person named Zhao Yan at all, and deliberately avoided meeting him.

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Xun Qing's mouth.

If everything was arranged by fate, she would not resist, but she wanted to see clearly how fate would arrange it for her.

This is a fun! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!