Fang Henshui had thought many times that one day he would be favored by a tall and tall worldly expert, and then passed on to him his unique skills, and since then he has swept the martial arts world unparalleled. And on the way from the small county town to Chang'an City, he fantasized countless times whether such a handsome young man like himself would have any affair? If you don't have either of those, it's a bit of a stretch.
In fact, he is already twenty-two years old this year and has never met either.
In the first twenty-two years of life, there were no ups and downs. He practiced martial arts since he was a child, but his talent was not high. His family was relatively wealthy in the county seat. Ask for a quick job. Fang Henshui was lucky. After two years as a police officer, the head catcher died immediately when he went to the brothel to have fun because of drinking too much. As the person with the second highest martial arts in the small county, he logically became a headhunter after the death of the person with the highest level.
However, in the past 22 years, there has never been a single expert from outside the world.
Besides, Yan Yu, Fang Henshui dressed up before leaving the small county. He heard that the women in the imperial capital are not only beautiful as gods, but also enthusiastic. After carefully examining himself in front of the bronze mirror, he was sure that he still had some capital. But he overlooked one thing, the small county is too far away from the imperial capital. And there are many boats in a small county in the south of the Yangtze River, but there is not even a single horse in the county government. Coupled with the fact that the travel expenses given to him by the county magistrate are really limited, he can only move forward in poverty along the way.
After walking a few hundred miles, his brand-new captor uniform was already covered with dust. So he found that if he didn't make up his mind to enter the brothel, there really wouldn't be any romantic encounters.
But is prostitution considered an affair? Does it count? Does it count
The reason why Fang Henshui came to the imperial capital was because a murder occurred in a fishing village in the small county where he lived a year ago. And the identities of the dead were a little special, they turned out to be more than a dozen bald monks, so the county magistrate didn't dare to delay, and quickly wrote a statement and sent it to the Ministry of Punishment through the official post.
More than a dozen monks died in the empire, and the people in the Ministry of Punishment felt that it was necessary to investigate in detail. So he ordered the county magistrate to send someone to the imperial capital to report the case in detail, and Fang Henshui was the organizer of the case, so he had to travel thousands of miles from the small county to the imperial capital.
One word from the people above, the people below are tired and broken legs.
Fang Henshui used to be proud of the vast Sui Dynasty, and was proud of being a citizen of the largest country in the Central Plains. But after he set off, he realized that it was really not a good thing for him to have a vast territory. Walking to the imperial capital on two legs, even if you can't die from exhaustion, you will have at most half your life left.
Fortunately, his family is still rich. His father, who had never been to the imperial capital, stuffed him with a bag of silver when he went out, and told him not to lose face when he came to the imperial capital. Fang Henshui's father said, do you know that the emperor is big? At least ten times larger than the county seat! Do you know how big the palace is? At least ten times bigger than the county government! Do you know how rich the rich people in the imperial capital are? At least ten times richer than ours!
Fang Henshui's father's imagination was already great, but Fang Henshui didn't know that his father had lied to him until he left Xiaoxian. Even a county town is at least 30 times larger than a small county town, even a county government is at least 30 times larger than a county government, and even a rich person in a county town is at least 300 times or even richer than his family. Three thousand times thirty thousand times.
The longer the time went by, the more Fang Henshui felt small.
He didn't dare to spend more money on the way, but when he arrived in Gyeonggi-do, he couldn't even afford a carriage. Only now did he realize that traveling is really not a life for the poor. The county magistrate firmly believed that the travel expenses of thirty taels of silver would be enough for him to make a round trip to the imperial capital, what a shameful ignorance.
After entering Gyeonggi-do, Fang Henshui started to walk, heading north along the official road. Finally, when he was begging for water in a small village next to the official road, he found out that it was only seventy miles away from the imperial capital Chang'an. He saw a ruined temple not far away, and planned to go in to rest for a while, pour the sand out of his boots, and pick out the blood blisters on his feet. Then eat some dry food, and even sleep if there is a clean place before continuing on the road.
The sun above his head was too vicious, and his exposed neck had already been sunburned.
But when he was about to reach the ruined temple, he suddenly passed out when his eyes darkened. When he woke up, he found himself in a small forest. Sitting not far from him were two people, one old and one young.
"who are you?"
Fang Henshui asked a question, then remembered his coma before and quickly got up and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for saving me, but I can't repay you because I'm too shy, so I can only ask the names of the two benefactors. En public longevity tablet."
He waited for a while and saw no answer from the two men. He straightened up and looked over. He was in a daze for a while, then suddenly came to his senses and immediately jumped back a step.
"Monk?!"
He subconsciously touched the waist knife beside him, only to realize that the knife had been taken by the young monk at some point. The young monk was cutting branches with his knife, and then quickly tied a simple sedan chair, which looked similar to a sliding pole.
"come over."
After the young monk tied the sedan chair, the other party waved to Heshui: "You are in the back, and I am in the front."
"what do you mean?"
Fang Henhui asked subconsciously.
Then he saw the old monk sitting on the sedan chair, naturally. That kind of posture made him feel like he was born to be admired, born to be carried, born to be a big shot.
"You mean, let me carry this old monk with you? No, no, no, no, although you saved my life, I still have business. I'm going to report the case to the Criminal Department of the Imperial Capital. Go on your own, I For the sake of saving me, don’t go to the government to report, if someone sees the monk appearing in Tai Sui, you will have nothing to eat!”
Speaking of eating, he didn't know why the young monk looked at him so strangely.
"Either you carry it, or you die."
Chen Ya raised his finger and pointed at the big rock beside Fang Henshui, and a round hole appeared on the rock. It was as if the big rock was a piece of tofu with a small hole poked out by someone with chopsticks. Fang Henshui was startled, went over to have a look, touched it with his fingers, and suddenly said: "Don't scare me, there is such a hole in this stone!"
Chen Ya was slightly taken aback, scolded an idiot and clicked again.
There was another hole in the stone, Fang Henshui's expression changed, suddenly he felt his legs were very soft, and then he sat down on the ground and couldn't stand up.
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The old monk sitting on the sliding pole was eating Fang Henshui's dry food, and the young monk walking in front was also eating Fang Henshui's dry food. Only Fang hated water and couldn't eat his own dry food. Not only dry food, but also water was snatched by those two monks. As a head catcher, Fang Henshui has the consciousness to fight the strongman to the death, but he has not mustered up the courage.
When leaving home, his father told him not to be brave if he meets robbers along the way. Just give him money if you want it, or just come back after begging. As long as life is still alive, when can't you take revenge
This is the most reasonable sentence he thinks his father said, because he thinks so too. Although he has practiced martial arts for more than ten years, and can recognize the scars left by various weapons. But this has nothing to do with his own level of cultivation, his hometown is too small, so small that there is no one who can practice.
And now beside him are two people who can practice.
A monk who can practice.
"Where are you taking me?"
After Fang Henshui hesitated for a while, he still couldn't help asking, because he found that the route he was walking completely avoided the official road, and he had been walking through the fields or woods, the farther he walked from the imperial capital Chang'an City. And the old monk kept his eyes closed, and the young monk kept silent.
"If you don't take me with you, you will go faster."
Fang Henshui moved the position of the lifting pole, feeling the pain on his shoulders: "I can see that you two are people who can practice, it seems that people who can practice can fly, right? I don't care what you do What an unreasonable thing, you are flying, why are you taking me, how slow you are going... What if someone catches up? For you, I am a burden, right?"
"Shut up!"
The young monk glared at him and said: "Bringing you, there is a reason to take you."
Fang Henshui didn't dare to look at the young monk's sinister eyes. From this look, he was sure that this monk had killed someone. It is absolutely impossible for an ordinary person to have such palpitating eyes. So he wisely chose to shut up, and then secretly thought about how to escape.
After he tried several times to find water and food with the urine shield and feces shield, all of which failed, he suffered a few more fat beatings and finally decided that he was really unlucky this time. He just couldn't figure out why those two monks had to bring him with him? If they really committed a crime in Tai Sui, why didn't they run away in a hurry
So when he was bored, he kept thinking about this question.
He is a catcher, and he is used to thinking in the position of a prisoner. After thinking like this for a while he came up with an answer, which he thought was a reasonable answer.
Those two monks must have committed a great crime, so they were hunted down by the people of the Sui Dynasty. And the cultivation of these two people must be ridiculously high, so the people who hunted them must also be ridiculously high. In his cognition, people who can practice can fly. That being the case, according to normal reasoning, the two monks must fly very quickly if they want to escape. And those who hunt them will naturally fly very fast.
If he could think of this, then the two monks must have thought about it in the same way. Those who pursued them must have thought that the two monks would run fast, so they must have chased them very quickly. So the two monks fled unhappily and walked slowly as they are doing now. This is done in order to get rid of the hunt.
Fang Henshui felt that he had guessed right, but in fact he was right.
What he didn't understand was, why did the two monks bring themselves
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When night fell, Fang Henshui finally vaguely understood his usefulness.
Since the two monks decided not to run away in a hurry but to walk slowly, they needed someone to beg for water, find food and explore the way for them. The two of them can't show up, and I am their tool.
"Go find water."
After stopping in a forest, the young monk gave a cold order and sat down to rest. Fang Henshui's shoulders hurt a lot, as did his legs, and the blistered feet hurt even more. But he knew that if he hesitated, that guy would definitely come up with some means to torture himself.
So without hesitation, he immediately turned around and picked up the water bag to find the water source.
"If you want to escape again, I will cut the flesh on your body. Cut off the flesh and bind the wound medicine on you. Keep cutting and dressing, so that you will not die before there are only bones left. You can't die if you want to die." Can't die."
The young monk said something coldly, then sat on the stone and closed his eyes to rest.
Fang Henshui cursed in a low voice, and couldn't help but shudder as he imagined the scene of his own flesh being cut. He heard that people from the Buddhist sect preached compassion, and now he realizes that this bastard is all a lie.
"Why wait until he wants to escape before cutting his flesh?"
At this time, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes and said gently: "Only if you have cut the flesh, he will really not run away. If it doesn't hurt, you don't know the pain is terrible. Sui people don't have reverence in their hearts, then you You should let him know what awe is."
The young monk was startled, then leaned over and said, "I understand."
At this moment, Fang Henshui felt his heart stopped beating. Then... he turned and ran. But running is pointless.