"I'm just afraid..." A certain person hugged Meng Fuyao desperately.
Changsun Wuji suddenly looked back, raised his eyebrows, as if he moved his finger, but for some reason he didn't.
"I'm afraid of you!" Meng Fuyao immediately slapped the guy out, and was about to slap the guy in the direction of the wolves, and wanted to make another kick, when Master Yuan Bao suddenly jumped up behind him, onto the scholar's shoulder, Amidst the more violent screams of that guy, he sprinkled the wild onion and ginger that Meng Fuyao had given to him earlier on the scholar.
For you to jump into the pack of wolves with wild onion and ginger, ready-made scallion meatloaf!
Tell you to be afraid of long hair! Afraid of hairy? !
The scallion meatloaf fell out and fell in the middle of the pack of wolves. When he looked up and saw the pack of wolves surrounding him, he snorted and screamed, "Ah!", put his hands on his head and buttocks, and lay motionless in the middle of the pack of wolves.
Meng Fuyao walked away a few steps, looked back a little uneasy, and saw the eyeballs at this glance—the pack of wolves were confused by the unusual shape of the scallion meatloaf, and they were ready to move but didn't dare to move, only one was hungry. The tired wolf tentatively tried to lower its mouth at the high buttocks, grabbed the man's sloppy robe and shook his head, then there was a crisp "chi la" sound, and the skylight opened in vain...
"Wow... mere buttocks..." The screams became more and more earth-shattering.
Meng Fuyao turned around hastily, and ordered Tie Cheng helplessly: "Leave it to you, you take care of it!"
Tie Cheng strode forward with a dark face, drew his knife, and slashed down. The wolf's blood splashed everywhere, and the scholar hurriedly got up and ran behind him. Seeing Tie Cheng's momentum of killing the wolf, he praised: "Good! Brother Taiwan's move to chop Huashan is neat and vigorous, the ordinary move, but the force is taught by a famous expert, it is clean!"
"This is a trick to look at the moon from the tower? Ah, no, it has been modified, ah, the modification is wonderful, everyone's handwriting!"
"Okay! These two tricks can be used together? What a domineering move! Ah, brother Tai's martial arts are amazing! Three different styles of famous masters! We only owe skills, we only owe skills!"
Meng Fuyao stopped.
This guy has sharp eyes.
Tiecheng himself has mediocre foundations, but after being allowed to be her guard because of his loyalty, he was instructed by the three grandsons Wuji and Kitano Zongyue. In Tiecheng's body, Tiecheng himself is already a top-notch expert, and what he really owes is only his skill. This scholar-like guy actually explained clearly the source of his martial arts in just a few strokes, not to mention anything else. , this vision is already top-notch.
This guy doesn't seem to want to hide his martial arts knowledge in front of them.
Meng Fuyao didn't look back, sniffed the increasing smell of wolf blood in the air, greeted Tie Cheng, and said: "It's almost done after killing, there will be more and more hungry wolves, there is no need to work hard, we will also be here tonight." I can't sleep anymore, let's go down the mountain at night."
Tie Cheng was ordered to put away the knife, which was covered with wolf blood. He wiped the torn robe of the scholar and returned it to him. , covering her buttocks bitterly.
Meng Fuyao didn't even look at him, and walked straight down the mountain, the man covered his buttocks with one hand and chased after him: "Oh, wait for me, don't let me be alone - I hire you as guards, I will pay you, I will pay a lot of money!"
Meng Fu shook his head without looking back: "I won't wait!"
"I'll send you Huazhai Meiji—as long as you can send me back to Tongcheng!"
"Not interested in!"
"I, I am familiar with Xuanji's national conditions, but there is no one who is not familiar with or does not know about the people of the road and the people's livelihood!"
Meng Fuyao stood still, crossed her chest and looked back at him: "Oh? Then dare to ask if Your Excellency knows who your Queen Xuanji is?"
She asked this question originally just to ask him away before driving him away, but the beautiful scholar actually smiled, a bit slyly, and said, "Of course I know."
"who?"
"It's very complicated, it's hard to explain in a single word." He pretended to shake his head and sighed, "I'll tell you when I get back to Tongcheng."
Meng Fuyao looked at him, a sneer formed on the corner of his mouth for a while, and he said: "Want to follow? All right, it's what you said, your identity - guide, servant, guard, if you have no way, go find a way, no way?" If you don’t have a place to live, you can pack up a place to sleep, return to Tongcheng, and reward me with ten thousand taels of silver, a luxurious house and ten pairs of beauties, then it will be done.”
Tiecheng twitched the corners of his mouth... Only a pig would agree to such a shameless request.
"Okay." The pig agreed, Le Dian Dian came over, huffing and snorting on his buttocks, "Hey, as long as you bring me together, I am most afraid of being alone, but my father insists on driving me out God knows how much I am afraid of being alone. I am afraid of the dark, the wind, the rain, the thunder, the few people on the road, and the many people on the road. I am most afraid of the long-haired... ah!"
Mr. Yuan Bao appeared eeriely at his feet...
"Help!" The guy jumped onto Tiecheng's back, stuck to it and refused to come off, "Mao-"
Tiecheng slammed it down and shouted angrily: "Weak chicken, don't stick to me!"
"It's really rude." The guy shook his head and sighed, "Please call me Zhong Yi, the bell of bells and drums, easy and easy."
"Okay, Xiao Zhong Yi Zhong." Meng Fuyao stared at him suspiciously—must he stay? Okay, whoever you are, if you dare to stay, you have to be careful about her, King Meng, she recently had early menopause!
"We have no place to sleep tonight, so the next thing is yours. I ask for a place to lie down."
"..."
Half an hour later, in front of a dilapidated temple at the foot of the mountain, Zhong Yi, who had been ordered to search for the tipping point in advance, waited at the door with a smile on his face, and said, "You can lie down now!"
Meng Fuyao went in suspiciously, and when he entered the door, he saw a roaring fire, the ground had been swept clean, covered with clean straw, there was even a broken pot that he found somewhere on the fire, and it had been scrubbed clean. Clean, gurgling water is about to boil.
This Zhong Yi looks sour, rotten, half-crazy, and half-stupid, but he is beautiful and unambiguous in his work, far from being comparable to that Tie Cheng who only likes to fight but is not good at delicate work.
Meng Fuyao gave a satisfied "Yes", seeing that Zhong Yi was sweating so much in the cool weather of the spring night, he raised his eyebrows and told Tie Chengdao: "There is not enough firewood, go find some more, and remember to feed the horses by the way." .”
Tie Cheng responded and went out, Zhong Yi moved over with a smile, found a cup from the bag to pour water for Meng Fuyao, handed it to Meng Fuyao with very attentive hands, and said, "Drink tea."
Meng Fuyao took it casually, she was used to being waited on by others, she didn't think about anything, and she didn't notice that the grandson Wuji over there turned her head to look over, she just frowned at him and said: "Please go find one in the bag." Don't you look good in iron clothes?"
Zhong Yi gave a very obedient "Oh", and covered his buttocks to find some clothes. Meng Fuyao drank the water slowly, feeling that the taste was sweet, but upon closer inspection, it was filled with honey. Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows and smiled. He smiled, suddenly felt a little dazed, recalled some things from his previous life, and felt that the kid was too polite, he stopped laughing halfway.
On the back, there was a gaze that was so sticky that it made my heart feel uncomfortable. That gaze neither explored nor embarrassed nor asked nor pursued, but just looked at her quietly, looking at her back, but Meng Fuyao just looked at her. Even with his back turned, he seemed to be able to think of that kind of eyes and expression - it seemed that there was nothing, but in fact everything was inside.
Meng Fuyao wanted to ignore it, but she persisted for a while but felt even more uncomfortable. She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the clear water, the figure of the man sitting quietly was reflected in the turbulent water waves. He was extremely silent today, and even added such a noisy clock Yi Du never said a word, and he would probably have stopped him before, but today's silence made her feel even more sad.
The astringent taste is sour, but I don't know what kind of sweetness in life can make up for it.
Here, in the ever-changing Wuzhou Continent, every sweetness in life is actually a luxury. Who knows what kind of variables will appear around the next corner
They are the proud sons and daughters of the emperor, but they have never lived in honey. They respond to everything but are enemies on all sides. They are cautious in their words and actions in their lives. When the mood is galloping, you will inadvertently bump into the hostile mountain wall and sprain your feet.
Meng Fuyao lowered his eyes, stood up and poured out the sugar water, refilled the water in the stream outside the temple and boiled it on the fire. Zhong Yile came over there, put on a robe made of iron, which was a bit big, and swung his sleeves to catch it. She wanted to put honey in her water bottle, Meng Fuyao said coldly: "No need." Then he continued maliciously: "Who knows if you have honey or poison."
Zhong Yi was not angry, he squinted his eyes and smiled like a cat, and said, "Isn't it silly to play with poison in front of you?"
"It's stupid to pretend to be stupid in front of us." Meng Fuyao ignored him, and just added to the anger. Zhong Yi sat down beside her, looked at her curiously, and said for a long time: "Are you wearing a mask? Take it off and look at it." See? I think you must look like my sister."
Meng Fuyao turned her head and looked at him with a smile: "I think you look very much like my third son."
"Who is Ah San? Is it your brother?" Zhong Yi was very happy.
"My cat." Meng Fuyao stood up, picked up the water on the fire, found the special cup for Changsun Wuji from the bag, poured a glass of water, and signaled Master Yuan Bao to bring it over.
Master Yuan Bao looked at the cup that was as tall as it sadly, feeling that this was a really difficult task to complete, and felt very ashamed that he finally had a chance to comfort his master but he couldn't complete it due to his height and size restrictions, so he sadly went to the corner to draw a painting Circled.
Meng Fuyao did not speak, but pursed his lips, and put the cup on the space between the two of them. After a while, he poked out a finger and pushed the cup in that direction quietly. After a while, he pushed it again. One push, one more push, one more push...
She didn't look at the cup or Changsun Wuji, but just looked at the fire in front of her, her eyes were staring blankly...
Silently, the cup moved slowly in the shadow of the firelight...
A distance of half a meter, a long march of 100,000 miles...
When Meng Fuyao pushed for the sixth time, he suddenly touched a warm finger.
The finger was holding the cup, and it seemed that it was reaching out to take the cup, but when it touched her finger, it paused, subconsciously gave way, and then stretched out again, holding her hand and the cup together.
Meng Fuyao's hand was gently wrapped by him, leaning against the warm body of the cup, as if holding a ball of warm fire, the heat radiated in all directions straight into the bottom of his heart.
She fell silent, sitting cross-legged beside the fire, her eyes were clear and bright, like a pool of deep water, all the flow was in the depths of the water, murmuring silently.
The eldest grandson Wuji didn't speak either, but held her tightly. The body temperature of the two was superimposed on the body of the cup, and the cooling of the water temperature seemed to be much slower. The silk is plump and moist.
Time is like water at this moment, flowing slowly.
Until Tiecheng entered the door with a slightly chilly spring night.
His figure was blurred by the moonlight outside the door opening, and he smelled of green grass and falling flowers. It was obvious that he had just fed the horse, and strode in with a loud wind, which caused the flames of the fire to deflect. , rolled in the direction of Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji, both Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji let go, Meng Fuyao laughed and scolded: "You rough man, you can't walk well."
Tie Cheng came over with a grin, and stretched out his hand to dig out the dry food in the bag. Zhong Yi, who had been sitting silently in the corner just now, suddenly ran over, flicking his sleeves happily, and ran in front of Tie Cheng, saying, "Does this robe look good on me?" ?”
Tiecheng pushed him impatiently, and said, "You look ugly in whatever you wear!"
Meng Fuyao, who was facing the flames on his face, raised his head abruptly.
Didn't Tiecheng recognize that it was his robe
iron? iron!
With a "huh" Ziying flashed a flash of flames, and the grandson Wuji beside him jumped up.
He has always been as quiet as a virgin, but today's flight has brought out the speed that can be achieved by human power to the peak. Even Meng Fuyao's top-level eyesight could not fully capture the trajectory of his flying, and he felt a fire in his heart. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of "Tie Cheng", raised his hand and slipped out a delicate jade Ruyi from his sleeve, and with a flick of his finger, Ruyi had already reached the opponent's brow!
At this time, Meng Fuyao also arrived, and "Slaying Heaven" didn't even draw his sword. A black arc of light had covered Tianling's head like a black tide. Meng Fuyao closed his eyes and didn't look at the opponent's face that was exactly the same as Tie Cheng, lest he Feeling soft-hearted after being disturbed, the attack is a killer move that wants to split the opponent's sky spirit, even dig out the brains!
She, Meng Fuyao, has let go of thousands of times, and will never let this person go!
Insulting her also insulted the scum of Changsun Wuji!
The wishful white light is like snow, and the black arc of "Killing the Sky" is like a tide. The white light and black light are clearly separated and intertwined, and they are entangled together like a spinning top, turning into a huge two-color net, raging waves and drizzle silently The opponent's whole body.
Meng Fuyao joined hands with Changsun Wuji, and their different martial arts styles complement each other perfectly. What she loses in her toughness is the instability of her aura, but is just made up for by his meticulous, meticulous and all-encompassing true strength.
The man still smiled, still in a small voice, three parts surprised and seven parts proud.
Then he retreated.
He retreated really strangely, like a silkworm chrysalis shedding its skin, while retreating, he withdrew from the robe made of iron, and the robe would move by itself when it flew out. "Raise the sleeve" was to meet the attack of the two with one sleeve, as if it was real The human body, and then the man withdrew the bits and pieces of purses, belts, wigs, and all kinds of things, all flying around in the sky, and his own figure in underwear twisted and swayed strangely in those things, and disappeared.
All of this happened in an instant. The battle between the world's top masters would not be like ordinary masters who would fight hundreds of moves. When the wind died down, the purple robes would rise and fall, and only A mess of laundry.
Meng Fuyao frantically chased him out with his clothes rolled up, his gaze was swept away, there was a slight mist in the middle of the night, the moonlight was hazy, the wilderness was empty all around, where was the figure from just now
She stared blankly at the place where the man disappeared, and the anger surged in her heart. With a sound of "Hey", she split the gate of the ruined temple with her palm.
Suddenly thinking of Tie Cheng, he hurriedly searched around and found Tie Cheng who was only wearing underwear by the stream. He had his acupoints tapped and was thrown casually by the stream. The other party was probably very careless when he threw it, and fell face down by the stream. In the mud, when Meng Fuyao found him, he was about to suffocate to death, and Changsun Wuji himself saved his life by breathing out for him.
Meng Fuyao was even more angry now, her complexion was livid, and she said in a hateful voice: "From today onwards, no one should leave the other party's sight alone, so as not to be taken advantage of by the enemy..." When she said this, she was suddenly startled, and immediately understood that bastard He was so pervasive as to pick people close to and trusted by her, deliberately trying to force them to be wary of each other and distrust each other, and even break up and part ways in the end, forcing her to become a lonely family.
Thinking about it like this makes her feel chilly. She has never been afraid of hardships or powerful enemies in her life, but she is most afraid of alienation, indifference and distrust. What kind of consequences will such a vicious but extremely powerful enemy spy on the way forward? The consequences are unimaginable.
She had a faint intuition that the target of the other party was her. Since she repeatedly attacked the people around her in an attempt to isolate her, why would she involve others
"Let's go separately." Meng Fuyao said wearily after a while: "Tiecheng, you go back to Changhan or Yaocheng, Changsun Wuji, you can go wherever you like, as long as you don't stay with me."
"I just want to be with you." Changsun Wuji replied calmly immediately, "Being with you is the place I want to go."
This was the first conversation between the two after that night on the water. They were very calm, but they disagreed again. Meng Fuyao lowered his eyes, thinking that in the future, he might have to be on guard all the time. Even the closest person would be suspicious at every step. Feeling disheartened, he said in a low voice: "Then, how many days and nights will we have to go through to guard against each other and monitor each other? That's... too scary."
"Fuyao," Changsun Wuji said softly, "What he wants is for you to lose your Hongni spirit and courageous spirit, and slowly grind away your persistent trust and self-confidence like a soft knife. He doesn't want to kill you. But I want to destroy you, this, I don’t allow it, and you should not allow it even more.”
Meng Fuyao let out a low "Mmm", feeling that he was coming slowly, and stretched out his hand to hold her shoulder cautiously—since that night, he no longer took advantage of her casually like before. Every time he came into contact with her, he seemed to be a little uneasy and hesitant. This subtle and inconspicuous hesitation made Meng Fuyao's heart suddenly sour, and he immediately heard him say: "There is always a way. True tacit understanding and trust are by no means A strange bystander can destroy."
Hearing those words, Meng Fuyao's thoughts suddenly shifted to the hands on her shoulders. At this moment, the light and shadow flashed in her mind, and it turned out that the man was caressing her in the narrow cabin that smelled like fish that night. The hands on his body, and the almost greedy naked eyes... so embarrassing and vivid, he seemed to be vaguely disgusted, and his body couldn't help but give way slightly.
It was just such a slight move that Changsun Wuji's hand immediately froze. Meng Fuyao felt the stiffness, and felt a pain in his heart. He quickly tried to make up for it, but it was too late, and Changsun Wuji retracted lightly and slowly. He took it in very naturally and casually, as if he was afraid of her embarrassment and didn't want her to notice it, but how could Meng Fuyao not know? The movement of that hand slowly retracted seemed to be pulling a thread on the apex of her heart, and even her internal organs were pulled so painfully.
Perhaps, that thread was also tied to Changsun Wuji's heart, and the pain was no less painful than hers.
The two were silent for a while, so they could only help Tie Cheng to go back to the ruined temple to rest. Zhong Yi sat on the ground and played with his sleeves, watching them come in and raised his head and smiled brightly. At the moment when he was blinded by the flames, only he ran out and blocked the fake Tiecheng whether it was intentional or unintentional. After all, he saved them. Otherwise, who knows what would happen if he got close to that guy
Ordinarily in the current situation, the fewer people around you the better, so that the possibility of being taken advantage of by others is less. However, for some reason, she felt no hostility towards Zhong Yi, seeing him have a very pure liking, like It's the feeling of facing the brother next door.
She tried hard to think about why she felt this way. After traveling through nineteen years, she has long been tempered into a copper pea after going through hardships and blood. These soft, sweet and delicate feelings that belonged to the mediocre previous life have long since been wiped away. Thinking of his previous life, he suddenly realizes that this Zhong Yi looks a bit like the baby-faced Xiao Li in the previous institute. Of course, Xiao Li is not as beautiful as him, but the crooked eyebrows and eyes when he smiles have a similar kind of friendly charm.
In my memory, Xiao Li is a very kind person. When she is so busy that the sky is dark, her eyes are blood red, she forgets to sleep and eat, and her face is like a ghost, she will quietly pour her a glass of water and put some Sophora japonica honey that nourishes the lungs and clears the heart. The water in my memory is sweet and comfortable, just like The moment I entered the temple first, I suddenly drank the sweetness in the water in the cup that Zhong Yi gave me, which was a normal feeling.
Maybe it's because I miss everything in my previous life too much, so I love my house and my crow.
Meng Fuyao smiled, and sat down on the grass bed. Changsun Wuji looked at her, and then at Zhong Yi. Based on his understanding of Meng Fuyao, the thing she would do best at this time was to drive people away, but she didn't, Changsun Wuji thought for a while, but remained silent.
Meng Fuyao squatted beside the bag to clean up, threw all the dry food out, and said: "That bastard has touched it, so he can't eat it." He forced a smile at Master Yuan Bao, and said: "I'm sorry to make you hungry, Zhong Yi, go and see Did you see any wild fruits to pick?"
Zhong Yi, who was far away from Master Yuan Bao, let out an "oh" and jumped out of the door. Master Yuan Bao shrank in a corner and looked at Meng Fuyao with tears in his eyes—ah, King Meng, don't go up and down like this, pity me The shadow of my old heart is difficult to dispel for a while.
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But Changsun Wuji suddenly took out two pieces of bread from his bosom, carefully peeled off the outer skin, roasted it on the fire until soft, handed one piece to Meng Fuyao, and said: "At any rate, don't dislike Yuanbao sleeping." He broke the remaining half Give it to Mr. Yuan Bao, and leave half to Tie Cheng who is still awake.
Meng Fuyao was holding the pancake, which she used to make "Yuanbao Burger". Changsun Wuji saved Yuanbao and didn't throw it away. He always had a delicate quality of life but never wasted it. He held the pancake in his hand, it was hot, as if it was still warm. Keeping the warmth that belonged to him, Meng Fuyao squeezed it for a while, then carefully tore it into two halves of the same size, saying: "I will eat the big half, you will eat the small one."
Changsun Wuji looked at the cake, took it with a smile, and suddenly said, "Don't leave it for that Zhong?"
Meng Fuyao ate the cake, looked at Zhong Yi's baggage, and said hesitantly: "That guy has something to eat, right? There was honey in the water just now."
Changsun Wuji's eyes flashed, he said "Oh" and stopped talking, and Zhong Yi came in after a while, holding a few wild fruits that looked like black chicken feet, and said: "This thing doesn't look good, but it tastes delicious. Sweet, you all have a taste."
As soon as Meng Fuyao grabbed that guy, he tried to tear his face off. Zhong Yi smiled "Ouch, Ouch", not as if he was frightened, but as if he felt itchy. Without changing his appearance, he let go of his hand in resentment, and carefully looked at this young man with soft skin and tender flesh. He looked like he was inattentive, and his ability to live was strong, meticulous, and skilled in everything. She kept pushing him away and said, "Stay away from us, carefully treat you as a fake and kill you."
But Zhong Yi refused to move away, smiled and said, "My good sister, I can't fake it, I'm not afraid of you touching it."
"Bah, did you think you were Jia Baoyu?" Meng Fuyao got goosebumps all over the floor when she was called by that good sister, and pushed the brown sugar away, just as she stretched out her hand, she suddenly saw Changsun Wuji flicking her fingers, Immediately, Zhong Yi said "Ouch", turned his head and said, "Who hit me? Who hit me?"
"Me." Changsun Wuji didn't turn his head, his face was hidden in the shadow of the fire, but his tone was calm and cold, "Do you want to disturb others' rest if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"
Meng Fuyao looked at Changsun Wuji in astonishment, isn't this guy always very polite? His smiling mask, not to mention the young man of this family, is also used by traffickers and pawns. She has never seen him speak so impolitely. Is he angry? Why are you so angry
"I'll make the bed for you." Zhong Yi was naturally good-tempered, and he forgot when he rubbed his head. He turned around and wanted to make Meng Fuyao's thatched shop more neat. As soon as his hands touched the grass, a certain adult jumped up and put his hands on his hips. appearing under his nose...
"Mao—" With a scream, Zhong Yi bounced away at the speed of light, and the eldest grandson Wuji smiled and stroked his beloved pet to show his appreciation...
Meng Fuyao was full of thoughts on how to deal with that damn Xibei, but she didn't notice the turbulent tide, she sat down, closed her eyes and said, "I won't sleep anymore, I'll keep vigil for you, from today onwards I will step up my practice. "
She sighed silently, thinking that it is said that there is a huge gap for every five of the top ten, and there is an even bigger gap between each of the top five. Now it seems that it is really good, and she herself has become one of the most powerful people in the five continents. He is one of the top powerhouses, but he is still being manipulated by others, and he has no power to fight back.
"Martial arts?" Zhong Yi leaned over again with a smile like Xiaoqiang who couldn't be beaten, and said mysteriously: "The whole world knows that Fufeng has the most magical things, but Xuanji and Fufeng are the closest, and there are many good things, but there are a lot of good things. In the hands of the imperial palace and prominent families, martial arts are prevalent in our five continents, and many of them are conducive to the improvement of skills."
When he said this, Meng Fuyao suddenly remembered the snow-white pill that Zong Yue gave him. Zong Yue said that he tried to use other medicines to replace the last herb in the Eternal Green Temple. , failed countless times to practice the pill, and then improved it on the basis of success so easily, so that even if the medicine is not very useful for locking emotions, it can also help her improve her skills. It's just that Zong Yue said that the medicine is overbearing. Resting or a certain chance can be combined. Now this upset situation, should I eat or not
Here she frowned and thought hard, Changsun Wuji had already turned her questioning gaze over, Meng Fuyao simply said a few words, Changsun Wuji said: "Give it to me."
He took the pill, and turned his hand around to find out half a relic-like thing, radiant and moist, like a gray pearl, Changsun Wuji carefully looked at the color of the thing against the moonlight, and said with a long breath: " You can use this."
Meng Fuyao recognized that this was the remaining half of Yue Po's qi training essence. Zong Yue left half of it at the beginning and said that she would use it when her skill was improved enough to withstand it. Later, it was taken away by the eldest grandson Wuji, and Meng Fuyao forgot. Now that the thing is handed over and held in his hand, it is not exactly the same as the first half at the beginning. It is more round and crystal clear, with a restrained brilliance. Meng Fuyao gently rubbed it with his fingers, and the feeling of coolness like moonlight went straight to the bottom of her heart. He said in a low voice, "Isn't this something you cultivated with your own strength for a long time?"
Changsun Wuji smiled and didn't answer, Meng Fuyao thought for a long time, pushed back, and said: "I know that since you met me, your martial arts have never improved. I didn't understand at first, but now I have figured it out. True energy is given away for nothing, how many people can stand it? Now that I know it well, I don’t want you to be like this anymore, this thing is no longer the one that Yue Po gave me back then, at least half of the essence is yours, you take it back.”
Changsun Wuji only smiled, and suddenly changed the subject: "Do you know what I am most afraid of?"
Meng Fuyao looked at him suspiciously.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to save you if you are in danger." Changsun Wuji poked the fire and said calmly, "You are too good at causing trouble, and you are too independent. I am very afraid that when something happens, you can't solve it and I am not around. So the best way is to make yourself enough to cope, it is more important that you are stronger than me."
As soon as he raised his hand, his sleeves fluttered, forcing Meng Fuyao to suffocate. He couldn't help opening his mouth to breathe, and instantly saw a small pearl-like dot pop into his mouth. The eldest grandson Wuji on the other side was afraid that she would spit it out, so he stretched out his hand on her. There was a little in her throat, she couldn't swallow it by herself.
Changsun Wuji smiled, put down his sleeves, stroked her hair, lay down to sleep and stopped talking, Meng Fuyao sighed, fumbled for a seat on the grass bed, the fire gradually extinguished, and the air was full of early spring The lively aroma of new peaches, the two figures lying down and sitting in the darkness, but they both opened their eyes quietly and stayed up all night.
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From the second day onwards, Zhong Yi really became a dedicated guide and servant. He diligently led the way to find the inn, and even cared whether her chopsticks were scalded or not, and whether her horse was full. Of course, he took care of everything else. Ignore him, a flower-like smile blooms around Meng Fuyao all day long, Meng Fuyao is still three-pointed and seven-pointed rude towards him, but the soft-hearted King Meng always has a cold butt in front of his hot face. The display is limited, and after Zhong Yi has been tested many times, he will gradually joke with him.
Changsun Wuji has been very silent all the time, especially when Meng Fuyao was chatting with Zhong Yi. He is obviously trying to recover his true energy recently. His martial arts are really strange. Sometimes when he wakes up in the morning, his face is transparent. He and his pet don't care about anything, but Lord Yuan Bao insists on sitting between Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji when eating every day, so Zhong Yi, who wants to squeeze over to sit with Meng Fuyao every time, has no choice but to go obediently. sit across from each other.
Meng Fuyao noticed that the road Zhong Yi took them was not barren mountains, nor a thoroughfare. He was familiar with the roads to an outrageous level. Sometimes when he passed a certain town, there was obviously only one road, and he could actually do it. Find a narrow road through the whole town from behind the haystack on the partition wall in the backyard of a certain house in the town. At first glance, you can tell that even few people in the town know that road, and no one has stepped on the grass on all sides.
As for why this guy who looks like a rich man is so clear about a small road in a town, Meng Fuyao didn't ask at all. Zhong Yi's origin is unknown, friends and enemies are not distinguished, but before the answer is revealed, why not use it
This day I arrived at Donglan Town, Guanyuan County, which was already the boundary of Xuanji Middle Road. When I arrived here, I had already left Feng Jingrui's sphere of influence, several days earlier than expected.
Donglan Town is a small town, because it is adjacent to Guanyuan, a large inland county, and has a population of about 2,000. It is considered a relatively prosperous town. The sound of suona, gongs and drums.
The sky was gloomy, it was almost dusk, Meng Fuyao was stationed at the entrance of the village, with his hands on his brows, he looked at the sun and said: "The weather in hell, it's probably going to rain heavily."
"I mean walk from the mountain behind the town." Zhong Yi said: "I heard that the 'Purple Cloak' of the eldest princess is active nearby recently. Although we are not afraid of them, we don't have to collide with these dogs and make trouble along the way It’s also troublesome, but the hill behind the town probably doesn’t have a good place to shelter from the wind and rain, and it’s quite uncomfortable to sleep in the open in heavy rain.”
Meng Fuyao turned her head to look at Changsun Wuji, she knew that Changsun Wuji had been in contact with the hidden guards since she came ashore, once they entered the mountain and had no place to shelter from the rain, they could escape, but it was Changsun Wuji's hidden guards who were always waiting outside, who suffered. The eldest grandson Wuji naturally understood what she meant, and said, "Safety comes first."
But Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows and said: "What made me hide? Sleeping outside in heavy rain? Don't do it!"
She pointed to a house in the town with black tiles and white walls decorated with lanterns, festoons, colorful lights and suona, and said: "It seems to be celebrating a wedding? No matter how arrogant the purple cloak is, it's not good to bump into other people's wedding for no reason, right? Let's go disturb a glass of wine!"
Meng Fuyao whipped his whip, went over first, got off his horse in front of the door, and bowed to the smiling red-robed old man, "Congratulations."
"TOEFL TOEFL—" The old man bowed down habitually, looked up and saw some strange faces, and was taken aback for a while. This town is so big, and everyone inside and outside is familiar with it. When he saw that these were foreign guests, the old man hurriedly asked again. It was a bow, "I don't know if the guest is..."
"Passing by, come to your house to rejoice." Meng Fuyao turned his head, Tie Cheng immediately handed him a bag of gold, Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes at him, is this ramming goods intended to bring trouble to others? Stretching out his hand to touch a gold leaf from his bag, he offered it with a smile: "As a gift, I don't want to dislike it, old man."
"Oh, I can't help it!" To Meng Fuyao's surprise, the old man saw the golden leaf and pushed it back as soon as he stretched out his hand, "Guests don't despise the rustic and rough, and it is a great joy to send a child to accept a bride, how can I accept it again?" Your etiquette can't be allowed, absolutely can't be allowed."
Meng Fuyao was stunned, thinking that a gold leaf is the living expenses of an ordinary farm family for three years, this old man is not tempted, it is really rare, this time he is really a little more happy, took back the gold leaf, and said: " So annoying."
"Did the guest miss Sutou?" The old man asked with concern: "Have a drink at night, let's rest here, okay, there are still a few clean rooms."
Meng Fuyao thanked him again, and the old man asked a thick-eyed young man to take them in. Meng Fuyao and the others walked past the crowd in red and green. The big girls glanced at Changsun Wuji and Zhong Yi, and let out bursts of inexplicable laughter.
Meng Fuyao murmured: "Fantasy!"
Zhong Yi came over with a smile and said, "Whenever you smile at me like this, it's fine—" Meng Fuyao raised his hand and patted it back.
Chatting with the young man, I learned that the family's surname is Li, a well-off and rich local family, a family of poetry and rites, the ancestors were officials, and because they were dissatisfied with the chaos of the government, they resigned and returned home. Bo had savings and bought a few acres of land. With a solid business operation, the family business is prosperous now, but the heirs are a little thinner. Today, the only son married a bride, and all neighbors and eight villages invited them to have a wedding banquet. Gifts were not counted, and a red paper bag and a handful of dried noodles were welcome, purely for the sake of A hilarious joy.
The young man led a few people through the three yards and went straight into the main hall. There were only three seats in the main hall, and there were fat men with big ears sitting there.