He hugged her and fell into the rain.
Neither of them had the strength to maintain a sitting position anymore.
One was exhausted, and the other rushed to fend off the mad tiger before recovering his true energy, and suffered the desperate blow.
The power of the medicine has been stimulated to the peak, and Meng Fuyao's martial arts is already top-notch. The chest bump with all his strength is definitely not something that anyone can catch. Looking at the world today, except for the top five, there are only a few people who can catch it , Changsun Wuji is one of them.
However, as a strong man with the habit of automatic defense, Changsun Wuji was the only one who did not choose to dodge at the moment of being hit but chose to fight hard.
At that moment, he could completely dodge, move Meng Fuyao out and then pull it back with soft and delicate strength, at least he would not be injured, but he didn't, because he knew that that moment was very important to Meng Fuyao. .
The medicine given by Zong Yue was transferred to him by Meng Fuyao for the first explosive power at the beginning of taking it, but the real full power of the medicine was completely dissipated during Meng Fuyao's all-out fight. Because of the unreserved mobilization and use of the blood in the skeletal muscles, the blood reaches its peak state, but because of the extremely rapid increase beyond the normal speed, but because of the lack of timely adjustment and drainage, the true energy rushes randomly in the body, and there is no outlet. That collision was the last self-help.
If you can hit it, the sea of anger will be flat, and the danger will end. If you can't hit it, the real force will recoil, and the consequences will be unimaginable.
That collision knocked out his mouthful of blood, but in exchange for the last way out and light for her who was trapped in the darkness and on the verge of mania.
What is more important is your own choice.
The rain was pouring like torrents, and it seemed that it was going to last all night without stopping.
The wet Meng Fuyao lay on top of the wet Changsun Wuji and couldn't stop coughing, a mouthful of dark red blood flowed out. While coughing, he took Changsun Wuji's pulse. Changsun Wuji opened his eyes, pressed her hand, and looked at her. smile.
Meng Fuyao looked into his eyes, it was a calm and deep sea, like the face of the sea, all kinds of pain in the world were just the wind passing across the sea.
Such eyes told her that all kinds of suffering in the world will eventually turn into red dust, love, hatred, grievances, life and death, and after a thousand years, they will be just a mound of buns. No one should carry the grave on their backs, and no one should be proud Wrong sink.
It's human nature to abandon estrangement and get close, what's wrong with it
What crime is there to help others in a difficult situation with one's own body
The sound of the rain did not stop, and I kept thinking about it.
There is a kind of persuasion and comfort, which does not require long speeches, but only expressed with eyes and manners. Those deep-rooted understandings have already been told.
In the block that he resolutely met, in the one that knew the danger and refused to evade it, in the tear that knocked on her frozen heart first and caused her to cry, at this moment, the eyes that refused to faint.
Meng Fuyao raised her eyes slowly, met those eyes, read all the words there clearly in the torrential rain, each word, profound and silent.
Gradually, with that look in her eyes, she heard the sound of the blood tide receding, the waves in her heart calming down, and the surrounding islands of flowers recovering again, and the soft blooming of flowers.
The flower finally bloomed in the bloody rainstorm. Although it was late, it was not too late. It quietly spread its brilliance and took root in the washed heart. From then on, there was a place deep in my heart that became fuller and firmer.
Finally, she raised her face and gave him the calm smile he wanted to see.
The smile is still sad, but it is cool and clean, with a fuller and fuller glow, like the bright green shaded branches and leaves washed by tonight's torrential rain in the courtyard and the fields.
And she also had to be baptized, from body to heart.
Changsun Wuji smiled peacefully, closed his eyes, Meng Fuyao smiled, and stretched out his hand to block the rain falling on his face.
Yinwei and Tiecheng hurried over and helped them up. Meng Fuyao glanced at Tiecheng, intending to comfort her, but she had no strength at all. Her body after the riot needed to be mended and rested, so she closed her heavy eyes.
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The fire in the cave is warm, the surroundings are clean and dry, and the empty mountain is especially clear and empty after the rain, and the melodious bird song is heard in the distance.
When Changsun Wuji woke up, he felt such an almost peaceful atmosphere.
The haystack under her was soft and fragrant, and she was sleeping next to him, with tears still in her sleep, but she held his hand with a slight smile.
She is here, well.
Changsun Wuji looked at her, then looked at her again, as if feeling extravagant, quickly closed his eyes again, took her into his arms and gently stroked her hair, his gestures were full of tender pity... What can he use to pity her? This woman who suffered great pain in her heart for him
It always feels like it's not enough... not enough and not enough.
Unable to bear it, he lowered his eyes and looked at her carefully.
The woman below her was slightly pale, her long eyelashes covered her eyes, her eyes could not be covered with a faint bruise, but her expression was calm and serene.
God knows this peace and tranquility, how many hardships and sufferings have to be exchanged for
But that is her fate, her unique ordeal, the world is bustling with thousands of people who come and go for profit, everyone knows how to defend their selfishness, and take it for granted, only she despises her own selfishness, And for this more deeply, feel the pain.
That pain did not come from mistakes—she was never wrong, what was wrong was only the character, justice and passion bestowed on her by fate, which made her unable to tolerate being indifferent to death. There is no need for any condemnation, she has already given herself the deepest punishment, and what knocks her down will never be the wind and sword in the world, but the huge self-blame from the bottom of her heart.
So she is Meng Fuyao.
No one else can replace it.
The fullest, brightest, and bravest Meng Fuyao, who has attracted countless men to their knees.
He did not hesitate to sacrifice what he wanted to fulfill and possess...the most complete and authentic Meng Fuyao.
Changsun Wuji smiled, and habitually wanted to press the pulse on Meng Fuyao's wrist, but the hand suddenly lifted slightly, holding him down, and then the woman said half complaining and half helpless: "You can do it."
Meng Fuyao woke up.
She got up lazily, and when she heard the crackling of her joints, she couldn't help being startled.
Changsun Wuji already said: "Congratulations, Fuyao, you have been promoted again."
Meng Fuyao smiled wearily: "Thank you for this, but please also, don't give me real strength from now on, otherwise one day I will really surpass you, and you will lose face."
"I didn't intend to give you real strength," Changsun Wuji smiled, "I just want to see how far you have improved, but," he suddenly changed his tone, and said a little unhappy: "I want to talk to Zong Yue, He is really in a daze, to give you such an overbearing medicine for tigers and wolves."
"Hey, don't wrong him." Meng Fuyao immediately said: "I have been told you repeatedly, I was too impatient." She glanced at her eldest grandson Wuji and sighed, "Actually, I was in a mess at that time, you entered the turtle's breath state, I can repair and heal myself, as long as I can wait patiently, nothing will happen, it's all my bad luck... "
"Isn't it all a blessing in disguise now? As long as you take time to recuperate, you and I can take another step forward with the power of the medicine." The eldest grandson Wuji leaned against the mountain wall, smiling slightly.
Hmm... Although the consequences were a bit dire, but Fuyao would mess things up for him, he thought it was quite good.
Meng Fuyao didn't know his little Jiujiu, she was leaning against the mountain wall, the cave was narrow, the two of them were squeezed together, there was no gap between their bodies, this was the first time after the night on the water that the two had been in close contact in a sober state, but Not feeling anything, Meng Fuyao warmed his hands on the fire, looked around, and asked, "Where are we?"
"It's in the back mountain of the town." It was Zhong Yi who answered the call. This cave is a crutch. The two of them were placed in the innermost one, and the rest were guarding the outer cave. Hearing the sound of them waking up, Zhong Yi stepped in, grinning. He said: "Purple Cloak is looking for people all over the town, and even sent a message to search for people within a hundred miles around the front road, but I just hid under their noses!"
Meng Fuyao looked at him, thinking that he and grandson Wuji both fell down, Yinwei didn't care about trivial matters, Tiecheng was not smart, it was thanks to him for arranging the plan, he couldn't help smiling gratefully at him, and beckoned him to come in and enjoy the fire: " Seeing that your complexion is not good, come and warm yourself up."
Zhong Yi immediately stepped in unceremoniously, and squeezed his buttocks beside her. The hole was narrow, and his body was squeezed even tighter. He smiled innocently and said, "It's good that you're fine, I was scared to death earlier." I."
Holding a bundle of firewood, he added fire and said, "But we can't stay here for long now. The purple cloak will come over sooner or later. Both of you are still injured, so what should you do?"
"It will probably take another month for me to fully recover, how about you?" Meng Fuyao asked Changsun Wuji with his head turned sideways.
"I should be shorter than you." Changsun Wuji said, "As long as you can get through the first ten days, you will be able to handle it in the future."
"I've already endured the most difficult moments, so what's there to be afraid of?" Meng Fuyao stared at the flames, and said solemnly: "No matter what method I use, even if I run away with my tail like a bereaved dog, I must bear it first and save myself Time will recover next time, Feng Shui will turn around in thirty years, when I am completely cured, they... hum!"
"Leave some time for them to wash their necks. Take it easy when you chop." Zhong Yi grinned as he added firewood, not from his own side, but from the other side over Meng Fuyao's body. The two of them stuck too tightly together. Squeezing and rubbing his body, Meng Fuyao gave way uncomfortably, but there was no place to give way. Changsun Wuji watched, frowned calmly in the shadow of the fire, and then twirled his fingertips lightly.
With a flash of white shadow, Master Yuan Bao walked in with his head held high and his chest held high.
"Mao—" With a scream, Zhong Yi immediately disappeared at the speed of light again.
Yuanbao long-hair spray insecticide, tried and tested.
Meng Fuyao stared at Master Yuan Bao, and felt that although the mouse still had the same hairy face, his eyes looked quite gloomy.
"What's wrong with the rat?" Meng Fuyao asked his eldest grandson Wuji with his head tilted.
"Hmm... probably the smell of relatives' house has suffocated it." Changsun Wuji looked at Master Yuan Bao, and seeing that Meng Fuyao didn't understand, he explained, "In order not to let himself go out and do bad things, it found a mouse hole and squeezed in." went."
Meng Fuyao let out an "oh", his expression darkened, Changsun Wuji looked at her, and said slowly: "Fuyao, we are not afraid to mention it, and we are not afraid to bear it, but there is no need to carry it all the time and refuse to let it go."
"No." Meng Fuyao sniffed, and smiled brightly at him, "I figured it out, some things are just so helpless, it's hard to tell which is more serious, and you can only choose between pain or more pain, I'm not doing it The material of the Holy Mother can be selfless and holy, abandoning relatives and saving relatives, and I don’t want to be a Holy Mother—I’ll do it all over again, and I will still choose this way.”
Do it all over again, I will still save you.
Meng Fuyao, who was on the verge of insane pain and suffering so hard to look back on, said so after struggling to be reborn with great difficulty.
Changsun Wuji suddenly suffocated.
A top politician who has been swaying freely and knowingly in his life, because of a short sentence, suddenly feels sour and hot in his heart, and he can't speak.
The silent persistence and choice in the long days seem to have been rewarded most abundantly in this almost unintentional sentence.
After a long while, he laughed silently, his smile lines were as pure and pure as lotus flowers, he gently brushed up the soft long hair of the woman beside him, turned his head and kissed her softly in her ear, and said:
"Fuyao, I'm glad I met you in this life."
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On February 12th, the 30th year of Xuanji's Tiancheng, Xuanji's purple cloak, which was well-known in the country and famous for its domineering and savagery, suffered the first serious damage since its establishment.
That night, on a night of heavy rain, Zicloak, who mastered the law and thus ran amok, broke into a wealthy household in a certain place at night, wiped out his family, raped his wife, and robbed his wealth. No one cares about it easily, but they kicked the iron plate that night.
The entire army of the fifty-man squad was wiped out, and the death conditions were terrible.
In a town further away, another group that was supposed to come to join the robbery was robbed instead, and was intercepted and killed by dozens of gray-clothed men, leaving no one behind.
The eldest princess was furious and ordered a thorough investigation of this shocking case. However, the heavy rain that night washed away all traces. It can only be seen from the collapsed courtyard wall and broken ground of Li's house that the person who made the move was extremely skilled in martial arts. high.
The purple cape leader of the eldest princess's subordinates carefully looked at the scene, and clearly reported back to the peak. The shooter was not an ordinary first-class master, and was suspected to be a top fighter like the top ten.
This news did not make the eldest princess less angry—the eldest daughter of the Xuanji Dynasty was Fengxuan's first daughter. Leading the assassination machine of the first personal guard of the Feng Dynasty, the number of innocent people under his command is unknown.
"Look for it!" The eldest princess overturned the book case, and the proud girl who had never experienced setbacks was filled with fierce anger, and smashed the papers and letters full of the case on the head of the second-rank official's purple cloaked leader.
"Whoever it is! Bring his head to me!"
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"Purple Cloak" started a massive search throughout Xuanji.
Utilizing the unique authority of the imperial supervisory agency, under the pretext of "capturing felons who exterminated the family", issued a document to all the cities and towns, mobilized officers and soldiers to guard the city gates, and searched everywhere. Cheng Tian asked for a coordinated search. Feng Jingrui was recently killed one after another because of his entourage. Feeling impetuous, seven or eight bumps appeared on his forehead, and he just responded perfunctorily at the moment, while the third prince of Fujing in the southern border seemed to take it seriously and agreed to send his special iron guards in charge of criminal law enforcement from the Procuratorate to coordinate the investigation.
The death of one hundred purple cloaks shocked the entire Xuanji court, and all the officials were angry and demanded to investigate the murderer. Therefore, they have always been in charge of law enforcement in the open and in the dark. ", and finally joined hands for the first time because of this big case.
However, one hundred and sixteen members of the Li family were killed, but no one mentioned it. It seemed that the life of the purple cape was human life, and the lives of the innocent victims of the Li family were the ashes popped out of the chimneys of the elders.
The ashes were lightly waved away by Xuanji's court, but they were deeply remembered by the other people who experienced that night, buried and dormant in the depths of their hearts, waiting for a certain day to be rekindled in the wind and turn the fire into a prairie fire!
On February 13th, at the back mountain of Donglan Town, at night.
The entire Donglan Town was brightly lit, and the officers and soldiers searched all night, including the purple cloaks. After the whole town was full of chickens and dogs, they still found nothing. A team leader in charge of the search looked up at the back mountain by the light of the torch, and said, "Have you searched? "
"Go back to the headquarters, we searched it the night of the incident." A purple cloak replied respectfully.
"Search again!" The captain thought for a while, and waved his hand decisively, "The other party probably took advantage of the loopholes you searched to sneak into the mountains. If you have searched, you won't search again."
"A clear lesson from the team!"
A team of 500 people threw themselves into this small mountain, and the light of the torches was like a long snake, mighty and mighty, shining in the dense green of the mountain.
The person in charge of the search on the north side of the mountain was a small team leader who led fifty people to cast a net to search. Because they were concerned that the other party might be the strength of the top ten, all of them brought Qihua rockets. .
The torrential rain the day before yesterday had drenched the mountain road. The soil of this mountain is a relatively sticky red soil, and now it is getting slippery and sticky. There are constant complaints along the way.
A group leader led five people and was assigned to the most rugged road. When he sighed and walked halfway up a mountain road, a person suddenly walked towards him.
The man walked with ease, but his steps were a bit weird. He hopped over from a distance, looking so fluttering in the night, he was startled, but when he got closer, he stepped on a pair of wooden stilts, his back He also carried a bundle of firewood on his back.
Seeing such a person in the middle of the night was naturally very suspicious, the team leader immediately blocked him with his sword and shouted: "Who is it!"
"My lord, there is a woodcutter in Donglan Town at the foot of the mountain." The man put down the bundle of firewood and replied very humbly: "Yesterday, the heavy rain was too heavy, and there was no firewood at home, so I had to come out to chop firewood at night."
"Catching firewood in the middle of the night?" The team leader raised his eyebrows and looked at the man carefully, but felt that this man was weak and weak, not like someone with martial arts skills. He touched the flag flower rocket with his hand and put it down again.
"There is really no firewood to burn." The man smiled helplessly, untied the firewood and put it down: "Is the officer tired? Why don't you rest on this firewood, the surroundings are wet, there is no place to sit, only this firewood The bales are dry, I just found them in the cave over there, and there's a lot of hay."
"Really?" The team leader's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Where is that hole?"
The man pointed in a direction, the team leader hurriedly ordered the five subordinates to go over to check, and he also hurried to go there, the woodcutter bent over to fetch firewood, and smiled at him, "Don't you rest?"
"Get out of the way..." The team leader hadn't spoken half of his impatient words when he suddenly looked into the smiling eyes of the other party.
Those eyes are smiling calmly, but the waves are faint, like the sea surface with slight waves before the storm, seemingly motionless, but with thousands of changes, forcing into the eyes layer by layer.
Immediately, he felt the waves of light in his mind, and his consciousness was confused like a wave. He felt in a trance, as if he was really tired, and mumbled blankly: "... ah, very tired..."
"Yes," the man smiled, "why don't you sit down and rest?"
"Well... sit down." The team leader felt that the bundle of firewood was dry and comfortable, and it was the most suitable resting place for him who was busy and tired in the middle of the night, so he sat down immediately.
Immediately, he felt numbness in the tailbone, and then it disappeared. He sat there, and heard the other party say softly: "When they come later, you might as well let them sit for a while. They are very tired after being busy all night."
"Well... sit down."
"The person you are looking for is on the top of the mountain." The man pointed to the top of the mountain, and then the bushes shook, and a few people who also walked on stilts came out, walking back and forth in front of the calmly sitting team leader, Grabbing a few boots to make messy footprints, the team leader looked at it blankly, seemingly seeing it, but actually didn't enter his mind.
He just stared at those eyes, feeling that the waves in those eyes were strange and beautiful, and the sea water rushed over like a bag, which made people feel warm and comfortable.
He said: "Well, on the mountain, I didn't go."
"It's very powerful, you saw it, and it's waiting for you to find him and start killing him."
"I saw it, wait for us to kill..."
The people who finished making footprints came over, and one of them supported the "woodcutter" and said, "Are you all right?"
The man smiled, patted the opponent's hand, did not take his eyes off the captain, and said, "Squint for a while."
The squad leader immediately felt drowsy and his heavy eyelids drooped.
The few people passed by him casually, and someone said in a low voice: "I want to kill, I want to kill, I want to kill—"
"It's useful to save their lives." The gentle and deep male voice just now.
"I will bear it, I will bear it, I will endure it." The grunt went away.
This conversation lingered in his mind for a moment, and was immediately blown away by the wind of thinking like quicksand. He sat there in a daze, opened his eyes after a while, and saw five subordinates who had found nothing in the cave came back, and immediately greeted: "Tired!" Come on, sit down."
It was rare for the five subordinates to see their boss so kind. They sat down flattered, and then they all fell silent.
The team leader raised his finger, pointed at the top of the mountain, and said: "It's up there, I saw it, it's very powerful, and it's waiting for us to go up and start killing."
The five of them raised their eyelids together, took a look, and said, "Well, it's up there."
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On the night of February 13th, a five-member team of Zicloak claimed to have found "enemy traces" in Donglan Mountain. They subdued the five of them and sent a message to the leader of Zicloak. The cloaks went on a killing spree, the five of them spoke with one voice, they spoke convincingly, and no one could believe it, not to mention that after surrounding the mountain, they did not find any footprints going down the mountain. Where the five of them were, there were messy footprints pointing to the top of the mountain, and what the five said was also true. conform to.
For this reason, the leader of the purple cloak rushed to Donglan Mountain overnight, mobilized most of the purple cloak forces under his command, surrounded Donglan Mountain, and threatened: "If the fly flies out, it will leave four legs!"
On February 14th, Guanyuan County, fifty miles away from Donglan Town.
Early in the morning, there was a bustling line at the gate of the city. The people inside wanted to go out, and the people outside wanted to come in. The trolley convoys that went out of the city to sell and deliver food were all blocked at the gate of the city. The gate guards were much more meticulous than usual In the inspection, even the clothes were carefully touched one by one, the silver and copper coins were taken away, and the little girl and daughter-in-law suffered even more. They were forced to take off their shoes. The officers and soldiers fumbled in the embroidered shoes with lewd smiles. It made the girls and daughters-in-law cry.
Everyone looked anxious and upset, but they dared not speak out. There were only some whispers among the people in the back.
"...What happened recently?"
"I heard that the robber was caught!"
"...It's still good here, Donglan Mountain, the mountains outside, and the main roads leading to the cities are checked more closely!"
"... See that guy in purple in front? Purple cloak!"
"Ah... I heard that a few days ago they were frantically looking for someone in Donglan Town, and when they couldn't find them, they took it out on them. Every family lost their money and suffered! Poor Li family..."
"Shut up! You don't want to die, mention this!"
There was a moment of silence, and the timid and fearful people all shut up, and moved forward with the crowd in a daze.
In the crowd, an obscene Taoist priest suddenly rolled his eyes and picked three big long-haired moles on his face.
A bright little Taoist boy next to him smiled and bent down to pat the ashes on his Taoist robe, saying: "Master, be careful that your robe will be stepped on."
A pale old man behind him squinted his eyes, looked at Dao Tong's clapping hands, and told the young servant beside him: "Be careful and support Dao Master."
The servant let out an "oh" and wanted to step forward to help, the Dao master held the black hair on the big mole and said with a smile: "It's okay, grandpa, I'm very careful."
The servant let go with a dark face, and a smile appeared in the old man's eyes.
This line is naturally a group of four in disguise.
Changsun Wuji's version of the old man in the Qing Dynasty, Meng Fuyao's version of the wretched Taoist priest, Zhong Yi's version of the Xiaodao boy, and Tie Cheng's version of the servant.
The four of them descended from Donglan Mountain. With their martial arts, it is not difficult to avoid the purple cloaks who are scattered and searching in the mountain. They were forced by that trick to sleep in the open at the foot of Donglan Mountain, endlessly searching the top of the mountain for the expert "waiting to kill".
Several people discussed that they would stop for a while in Guanyuan County, where there are few purple cloaks, to spend the first few days of recuperation for Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji. As long as the two can recover a little, the risk factor will be doubled.
The team at the gate of the city moved slowly, and at any rate it was their turn. The officers and soldiers rudely pressed the "old Taoist priest" who was "as thin as a stick with a yellow face and a thin face" against the city wall, viciously touching him from top to bottom.
The "old Taoist priest" was itchy and giggled, shaking his body and said: "Hey, sir, a monk has a bone without pinching it, lightly-lightly-"
Meng Fuyao was pinched there, but she herself had nothing to do with it. After the rainstorm night and afterward, she had learned to accept some things calmly.
Isn't it just touching, anyway, what they touched was the old Taoist priest and not Meng Fuyao.
But this time she endured it, and some people couldn't bear it.
After the officer and soldier touched the old Taoist priest, it was the Taoist boy's turn to do another round of quick searching and then a hard push. After a push, he felt a slight pain in the tip of his left finger, but it was only a pain, like an ant sting. , did not care.
Then it was the turn of the clear old man, when the search was over, the crevices of his right fingers seemed to be slightly numb, and it was also in an instant.
It felt too subtle, and the officers and soldiers were so busy that they couldn't care less about these people.
Three days later, the man's hands rotted off. Of course, this is an irrelevant story.
In the end it was Tiecheng's turn, and the servants naturally had to pack their bags, and the bags naturally had to be carefully searched and spread out, but they were just washed white Taoist robes, ritual utensils, talismans, yellow paper peach wood swords, and a bunch of messy things. After turning it over and over for a while, I saw that there was really nothing of value, so I raised my hand and threw it away with a hum.
The burden was thrown out, the things scattered all over the ground, the empty cloth bag flew in the air, Meng Fuyao raised his hand to pick it up, the officer turned his head inadvertently, and saw that the tail of the flying cloth bag fell, its shape was wrong.
He immediately reached out and hooked the cloth bag strap, fished it back, tore open the bottom layer, and grabbed out a black thing.
"Aha what is this? A cat?"
Afraid of being searched and found, Mr. Yuan Bao, who was hidden in the interlayer of the cloth bag, made a dead body in his hand, and rolled his eyes when he heard the words—don't insult me with cats!
"My lord, that's the devil-hunting mouse!" Meng Fuyao hurried over.
"Catch the demon mouse?" The officer and soldier laughed loudly, retracting and pinching with five fingers, making Mr. Yuan Bao squeak.
"Hey, don't!" Meng Fuyao yelled, "That's Xiaodao's eater... The official is merciful!"
"If you tell me to leave me, then leave me?" The officer and soldier squinted at Meng Fuyao, vigorously dangling Mr. Yuan Bao's ear, "I've heard of the black cat to ward off evil, but I haven't heard of the black mouse to ward off evil, what kind of magical method? Can't you help us catch that damned murderer?"
Oh shit!
court death!
Meng Fuyao was furious, and when he looked up, there was a flash of cold electricity. The officer and soldier were stunned by this gaze, and then felt a sharp pain in his fingers, half of his fingertips were bitten off viciously by Mr. Yuan Bao!
With a cry of pain, he swung Master Yuan Bao vigorously, Master Yuan Bao took advantage of the momentum to turn over in mid-air, shot into the corner of the wall and disappeared.
"Hit them!"
The officer and soldier shook his bleeding fingertips, furiously, pointed at Meng Fuyao and the others, and a few burly handymen rushed over immediately.
Meng Fuyao took a step back and touched the bricks with her fingers. Even if she was seriously injured, it would take only a few minutes to smash these bastards to death!
However, in a blink of an eye, all the officers and soldiers were already looking in this direction.
Seeing the noise on the top of the city, the purple cloaks lowered their heads one after another.
Thinking of most of the purple cloaks fifty miles away, there are nearly ten thousand purple cloaks, and you can get here in an hour on a fast horse.
It takes the most precious first three days to think of the injuries of myself and my eldest grandson Wuji.
I remembered the oath I swore in the Donglan Mountain cave.
Tolerate! Endure the most difficult early stage.
One day, you will be turned upside down!
What I suffer, double!
Meng Fuyao covered her face and hugged her head.
"Don't fight—don't fight—" "The old man in the Qing Dynasty" rushed over, "The officials are sympathetic, the little boy in the old man's house is shocked, and he is still waiting for the Taoist to do something to eliminate the disaster. You broke him, what do you want the old man to do?" …”
He rushed over, and calmly pushed Meng Fuyao, who was squatting with his head in his arms, towards the corner of the city wall, pushing into a dead corner where no one could squeeze in, and then moved his body to block Meng Fuyao.
Those reckless fists immediately landed on his back like a gust of wind. Bang bang sound.
Tie Cheng immediately rushed over without saying a word, another block, and another burst of mindless beatings.
Several people piled one on top of the other to block the blind corner of the city wall, opened it up like an umbrella to block Meng Fuyao, and blocked her deeply in the shadow that couldn't reach her eyes and fists. From Meng Fuyao's angle, she could only vaguely hear the fist The sound of kicks and kicks hitting the body, the sound of foul language and insults, and the laughter from all around, she didn't even know which of them received more punches and kicks.
At this moment, he used his body to cover the triangle that belonged to her, and kept the beating, ridicule and humiliation half a foot away.
The most honorable man in Wuzhou Continent, the prince of a country who overturned the political situation of the seven countries with his hand raised, and the top figure who has been respected all his life and never dared to criticize him, in front of the gate of this small foreign city, Choose to take a beating for her.
It is easier to share wealth and wealth, but it is even more difficult to share adversity.
There is a kind of defense, not only in the body, but also in the soul, in all the courage and choices that replace each other.
It doesn't matter whether it's a matter of life or death, or just the old boxing of a group of officers, soldiers and villagers.
Even, the latter is more difficult.
Those who can give a chance to survive may not be willing to block today's fist, and those who are so small are not willing to let her bear it, but why are they afraid of life and death
Meng Fuyao raised his eyes and looked up. In the dense shadows, the eldest grandson Wuji's face was blurred against the light, but his eyes still smiled slightly. Seeing her looking over like that, he calmly said: "It's okay."
Meng Fuyao smiled very ugly, and said: "It's really unlucky for you to be with me, and now you even got beaten up."
"No," Changsun Wuji replied lightly but firmly, "Everything I experienced with you is something special that no one else can give me."
It's special, Meng Fuyao grinned, and even endured beatings from ordinary people.
Under normal circumstances, these people are not even qualified to kneel in the dust and kiss the corner of his robe.
The people above beat them up for a while, seeing that these people didn't resist, that's all. Only the officer and soldier whose finger was bitten still refused to give up, holding his fingers and shouting: "This Taoist priest instigated monsters to attack people and make trouble! How can the bright sky tolerate this Waiting for the demon? Take it down! Take it down!"
Zhong Yi understood that he was trying to blackmail him, and was about to pay for the money, but both Changsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao's eyes suddenly lit up.
Prison!
Is there any place that can be more safe and undisturbed than a prison
The purple cloak was sniffing all over the ground like a dog, and they couldn't figure out that the person they were looking for was in Guan Yuan's prison!
Meng Fuyao squinted her eyes and laughed—although the living conditions are a bit poor, it's easy to experience life.
She glanced over, Zhong Yi stopped, and immediately understood what they meant.
The officer yelled for a while, and saw that none of them paid any money, so he was furious. He waved his hand and called a few yamen servants who guarded the order of the city gate. , Hurry up and take it!"
A few yamen servants shook their chains and slammed Meng Fuyao, Meng Fuyao "struggled and exclaimed": "The official is wronged, Xiaodao is the Taoist priest in Qingfeng Temple thirty miles outside the city, the most law-abiding monk …”
A few yamen servants approached her and whispered in her ear: "It's useless to be called wronged, hurry up and call your companion, collect some incense money to treat the official's wounds, the big guys are filial and filial, and you will be released after a few days." Go out, otherwise... hehe."
The eldest grandson Wuji also rushed over and grabbed the yamen servant: "My lord, don't, my son is still counting on this Taoist priest to get rid of the disease. I have pity on me as a single passer for three generations. If my son makes a mistake, who will inherit the ten thousand Guan family wealth?" …”
The eyes of the yamen servants immediately lit up, rich! Thousands of wealth! Anxious at home! Waiting for help! It adds up to a windfall!
Murderers, rapists, and robbers don't need to be turned off, but this must be turned off!
"You and this monster are sneaking around, and you definitely won't do good things! You have to investigate thoroughly!" The yamen servant pointed at Changsun Wuji with his halberd, and angrily said, "Take them together!"
Dingling clattered the chain and put it on, dragging the two prisoners who were "screaming" and leaving. The people watching all around sighed and shook their heads. The big prison... is black!"
"Thank you very much." Zhong Yi smiled, and pulled Tie Cheng, who was unwilling but unable to be "arrested" together, swaying away, and replied: "Give them an extra three or five days, that's all." where… "
The stunned villagers left behind, looked at their backs of Shi Shiran leaving happily, touched their heads, and said in surprise: "Are you fainted?"
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"Snapped!"
A bowl of leftovers was viciously smashed down from between the iron bars, gray rice and moldy tofu splashed all over the floor, and an unpleasant sour smell spread all around.
Meng Fuyao sat cross-legged, looked up at the sky, smiled for a while and turned around to look at the one behind him: "Have you eaten yet? If you have eaten, eat some more, if you haven't eaten, hurry home and eat."
The one behind him blinked and replied, "You are welcome, you go first."
The two looked at the bowl of rice and turned their heads.
The dark and damp prison is surrounded by mouse feces and cobwebs, and the floor is covered with rotten cotton wool and straw. Occasionally, a black mouse would scurry past.
Meng Fuyao kicked a mouse away, rubbed his nose, and muttered: "I hope that guy remembers to deliver food, I want to eat buttered meat, steamed ham, Longfeng Chengxiang dry roasted shark's fin..."
Changsun Wuji smiled and said, "I seem to be the only one you can eat now." He stretched out his hand from under his sleeve, the delicate and beautiful wrist bone, like jade, in the black