In the reed marsh on the east bank of Xiangshui River, Fang Xie cautiously got out of the water and looked around. After confirming that there was no danger, he climbed to the shore a little bit tiredly. Although Mu Xiaoyao has the ability to perceive and Da Quan's nose can smell murderous aura, Fang Xie finally understands the importance of relying on Mu Xiaoyao and Da Quan after knowing that there are a group of assassins in this world who can seal all emotions away. You may lose your life if you don't know why.
Fang Xie, who climbed to the bank and lay in the grass, panted heavily, breathing in the air greedily like a monster who just came to the world from hell.
While resting on the ground, he suddenly thought of a question.
He found that his luck was really outrageous. After arriving in this world, he was first involved in a hunt for no reason. Fifteen years later, he still didn't understand why those bald donkeys were so persistent in wanting to kill him. Da Quan refused to speak, and neither did Mu Xiaoyao. Even if he thought he was a genius, he couldn't reason anything out of such a clueless matter. Those bald asses and mad dogs have been chasing him for more than ten years, as if he had slept with all the women in the Buddhist sect once in his previous life.
After finally earning enough military merits in Fan Gu, he had the opportunity to enter the capital of the Sui Dynasty, which the bald donkeys feared the most. But he became Li Xiaozong's scapegoat again, and encountered ambushes one after another along the way. It's only half way to the imperial capital, and I don't know if I'm destined to see the gate of Yanwu Academy.
But what Fang Jie had to admit was that Da Sui's assassin level was really higher than those bald donkeys. If the person who had been chasing and killing him for the past fifteen years could seal his emotions like the assassins of the Sui Qingya, and not vent his emotions, then he might have been killed before he was born.
Therefore, Fang Jie deeply engraved the word "Qingya" in his heart.
At the same time, remember the name Hou Wenji.
He recovered some strength after lying down for a while, sat up and looked at Mu Xiaoyao and Big Dog. So... He was left speechless by what he saw.
Mu Xiaoyao was drenched all over, shaking the water from her hair while standing under a weeping willow. The red dress clings to her body, outlining her almost perfect figure to the extreme. The red dress was close to the body, even revealing the original color of the skin. The plump and proudly standing breasts, the flat abdomen without a trace of fat, the round buttocks under the slender and beautiful waist, and the most eye-catching pair of beautiful legs are enough to make people's blood spurt.
Perhaps for the convenience of movement, the hem of this red dress has very high slits. She was standing pretty by the tree, her beautiful white leg was protruding from the red skirt, and Fang Xie looked at it almost to the bottom of her thigh. These are the most beautiful legs that Fang Jie has ever seen in two lifetimes. It is true that if you have more legs, you will lose weight if you lose weight.
He even once thought nastyly, wouldn't it really make him want to die if he was wrapped around his waist by these legs
To be honest, Fang Jie put in a lot of effort to look away from Mu Xiaoyao. Although Mu Xiaoyao's face is not perfect, it is not as good as some women in the red sleeve move. But her most deadly weapon is her figure, and this scene at this moment can definitely kill any normal man in seconds.
For example Fangjie.
He looked at the commanding heights that had stood up under his wet clothes, shook his head annoyed, and then forced himself to look at the big dog.
This way of diverting attention is really effective, the fiery thing really softened after seeing the big dog.
That wretched guy in a leather robe was lying on the ground with the dying lamb in his hand. I don't know if this lamb has practiced before, but he is still alive after diving all the way. Fang Xie really admires the spirit of Big Dog, a fat sheep who would rather die than let go, as if he always thought Big Big Wolf was worthy of respect in his previous life.
At this moment, Big Dog sat up and looked at Fang Jie and asked earnestly, "How about eating roast lamb today?"
Fang Jie wanted to laugh, but in this situation he felt that he really shouldn't laugh.
Fenglindu was controlled by the people from the Qingya, so the Qingya on the river bank may have already arranged people. If he hadn't thought of the method of diving across the river by biting the reed stalks, he might have to go around a long way to avoid the ambushes of Qing Ya.
"You can't light the fire... Who knows if those guys with a better sense of smell than dogs will jump at the fire immediately."
He stood up, shook the water on his clothes and said, "Look for a place to take a nap, and hurry on the road in the dark. I can't go to Guanle City to join Cui Lueshang and the two of them. Maybe it's the three of us who will walk thousands of miles in the future." Depend on each other."
"It can't be nothing."
Mu Xiaoyao straightened her hair behind her ears and said calmly, "From the beginning, I didn't think that these two new friends you made could help you."
Fang Jie smiled and did not answer, but shook his head and sighed: "I will have to walk on my own two legs in the future, and there are still thousands of miles... When I reach the imperial capital, won't my legs have to walk more than my waist?" Are your sister's legs still beautiful?"
"Where are you going?"
Big Dog asked.
"If you want to follow the official path, you have to think of a way to make it easier."
Fang Jie frowned, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Mu Xiaoyao lower his voice and say, "Quiet, there are many people coming from the southeast, including experts!"
The big dog sniffed and shook his head: "Not murderous."
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Just when Fang Jie and the others were dodging the assassins in a panic, on an official road from Jiangnan to the imperial capital, far away from them, a group of three gorgeous and distinguished carriages were accompanied by hundreds of attendants. Under the escort, headed northwestward.
The three carriages were painted bright red, with some strange lines and patterns drawn on them. The carriage was pulled by two strong horses, not slow but extremely stable. The most striking thing about this carriage is that there is an apricot-yellow flag on each side of the carriage, and a mountain and a view are painted on the flag.
And there was a team of a hundred people accompanying the three carriages to protect them. The most shocking thing is that these people are obviously not imperial court officers and soldiers, but each of them is riding a tall horse. For Tai Sui, who was in short supply of war horses, this was simply unimaginable.
You must know that the control of war horses in the Sui Dynasty was extremely strict, and even big families would strictly control the number of war horses they could own according to their ranks.
The Sui Dynasty also raised horses, but it has not been able to cultivate war horses comparable to the grassland cavalry. In terms of endurance, speed, and carrying capacity, none of the war horses bred on several horse farms in the Great Sui Dynasty could compare with good horses from the prairie. This was also what annoyed the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty the most. His empire was large enough and vast in size, but he just couldn't train good war horses. For this reason, the emperor even specially sent someone to sneak into Mengyuan to dig up some pasture grass to see if the difference in food caused the difference in the physique of the war horses. It turned out that he thought too much.
Because of this, the team of more than a hundred people in this line is particularly eye-catching.
Those one hundred people riding horses were all Taoists in dark blue Taoist robes. Their heads are tied in buns, wooden hairpins are inserted, and gossip patterns are embroidered on Taoist robes. Each of them has a slender figure and a solemn face. They all have long swords tied behind their backs, and red sword tassels are tied to the hilts of the long swords. It seems that there is a different kind of momentum in the majesty.
In the Sui Dynasty, only Taoist priests of one Taoist temple could use the apricot-yellow flag.
Only one Taoist temple can be equipped with three hundred high-quality war horses.
Only the master of a Taoist temple is eligible to travel in that gorgeous red carriage.
These Taoists come from the Yiqi Temple in Qingle Mountain.
Sitting in the first carriage was Taoist Fengming who specialized in supervising and urging his disciples to cultivate in Yiqi Guan Houshan. He is the second disciple of Zhenren Xiao, the master of Yiqi Temple, and he is cold and arrogant by nature and reticent. In Yiguan, he has always been secretly called Yan Luo with a cold face by his disciples. He and Daoist Heju, the eldest disciple of Xiao Zhenren, have a clear division of labor. He is only responsible for the cultivation of his disciples and does not care about the secular world. And Taoist Heju, who is humble and tactful, is in charge of most of the affairs of the Taoist temple.
Taoist Fengming sat alone in a carriage, but there were still many gifts in the carriage that he planned to present to His Majesty the Emperor this time. Including a whole set of "Tao Zu Shuo" handwritten by Zhenren Xiao, as well as new tea picked from Yiqi Guanhou Mountain Tea Garden this year. You must know that the clear dew tip of Qingle Mountain is more precious than the ninth-grade lotus heart, and it is hard to find.
Sitting in the second carriage was Xiao Zhenren, who was always solemn and dignified in front of outsiders, wearing a thick black Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged with a dust whisk in his hand. He also rode alone in a carriage, and there were no gifts in the carriage, so the carriage seemed a bit empty.
Master Xiao, who was sitting quietly, suddenly opened his eyes, and his face changed slightly, as if he had noticed something wrong. After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but ordered to the outside of the car: "I have just accidentally realized a little bit of the way of heaven, and I need to meditate on it. I am going to retreat in this carriage, and no one will disturb me before I leave the customs!"
"yes!"
The people on the sidewalk outside the car responded neatly, and everyone's face was full of respect for the temple master. They all sighed in their hearts, Guanzhu was indeed worthy of his position as the leader of the Taoist sect. Even sitting alone in the car room while traveling can also comprehend the way of heaven, which is probably unmatched by anyone in the world.
They are proud of themselves as disciples of Yiqi Temple, and proud to have such a temple master.
After hearing the promise from the Taoists outside, Xiao Zhenren's expression suddenly softened. He first threw the dust whisk in his hand aside, and then hurriedly took off both boots and socks. Glancing at his feet, he slowly raised his right index finger and stared for a moment.
In the next second, he stuck his index finger into the gap between his toes and rubbed them back and forth. While rubbing, he couldn't help moaning very lightly. The intoxication on his face was the real desire to die.
Twenty minutes later, he put on his socks and boots, resumed his sitting posture, cleared his throat and said, "I have left the customs, and I have realized another ray of heavenly power."
Everyone immediately admired him greatly.
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In the third carriage sat two women, they were not sitting next to each other, but opposite each other. One of them was wearing the cyan Taoist robe of an introductory disciple of Yiqiguan, and his long hair was combed in a Taoist style, tied on the top of his head and scattered behind his head. Her face was exquisite to the extreme, her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes were slightly curved upwards. Small nose, red lips. The face is perfect, and the face is as creamy. Even if I stared at her face carefully for a whole day, I couldn't find a single flaw. And... the more you look at her carefully, the more breathtakingly beautiful she becomes.
She just sat there with her eyes closed, as quiet as a lotus flower.
The woman sitting opposite her is also very beautiful, but compared to the woman dressed as a Taoist nun, she is a bit less elegant and more sassy. She was wearing a red robe that was almost the same as Mu Xiaoyao's, and she looked as delicate as a flower. It's just because of the Leng Youyou scabbard sword she held in her arms, it made her look even more glamorous than Mu Xiaoyao.
The woman holding the sword looked at the woman who was as quiet as a lotus, and suddenly sighed softly: "Mo Ningzhi, have you always wanted to kill me?"
The woman named Ningzhi slowly opened her eyes, looked at the woman holding the sword and was silent for a while, then replied in a very light but serious tone: "Shen Qingfan, why didn't you think of killing me? But I can't kill you." You, and you can't kill me. So there's no point in thinking about useless things."
Shen Qingshan smiled, and looked down at the long sword in his hand like a pool of autumn water: "Not necessarily, when I hate my so-called mission and want to live a new life, I will definitely Kill you."
"When was that?"
Momo cream asked.
Shen Qingfan thought for a while and said, "When I am strong enough not to be afraid of the person who gave me the mission."
Mo Ningzhi remained silent for a while, then nodded and said seriously: "Okay...then I will try my best to become stronger than you before you are strong enough to kill me."