It's you!
Meng Fuyao's clothes ripped through the night wind like iron, and the light and shadow had already reached the center of the tribe.
The man in black suddenly turned his head, seeing the familiar figure and black clothes, his pupils seemed to dilate slightly in an instant, and he almost blurted out in surprise: "Meng—"
He was very vigilant, and immediately remembered that Meng Fuyao's status was extraordinary now, so he quickly swallowed the word as soon as he blurted it out, and only looked her up and down with eyes so surprised that he couldn't believe it.
Meng Fuyao smiled slightly and said: "It's not like a dream, to see you here." She looked at the boy's twinkling pupils almost warmly, although she was surprised why Yunhen appeared here when he was not in Taiyuan, but she also knew Now is not the time to reminisce about the old days, walked over to him and stood close to his back, said with a smile: "I like beating dogs the most, take me a copy."
Yunhen pursed his lips slightly, he knew that Fuyao saw that he was injured, but not only did she not mention it, she even remembered to protect his face by asking for help, she... seemed to have changed a bit.
In my impression, Fuyao is brave and bright, although there are delicate and sensitive parts, but now it seems that she is a little more calm and considerate.
Is it because of... Xuanji's encounters
The life experience of Empress Dawan has now spread all over the world, and Yun Hen has naturally heard of it. No matter how the official version sings and dances, anyone with a discerning eye can still guess the suffering during it. He turned his head and glanced at Meng Fuyao. .
Meng Fuyao couldn't help trembling in his heart when he saw the almost distressed look in his eyes, he hurriedly looked away, pointed at the slender wolf-riding man with a finger of the black knife.
The man thought she was going to declare war, and was waiting for her to say a few polite words as usual, who knew that Meng Fuyao pointed with the knife, and without saying a word, he swung the knife and slashed!
As soon as the black saber light came on, it reached between the eyebrows of the man who controlled the wolf!
The man who controlled the wolf hurriedly backed away in astonishment—he never thought that there were such shameless people in Wuzhou Continent, who were so advanced in martial arts and didn't respect their status, and would kill people if they didn't hit anyone!
Meng Fuyao's logic is very simple - why are you being polite when you bully my friend-enemy-enemy
The light of the knife was directly between the eyebrows, and there was still a gap of a foot before he heard the sound of the air tearing and crackling. The man who controlled the wolf reacted quickly and raised the flute in his hand. When he leaned back, a blood flower burst open.
The moment the flute fell to the ground with blood bursting, the man who controlled the wolf retreated a few feet without hesitation with Meng Fuyao's blade, and with a whistle, the pack of wolves immediately rushed towards Meng Fuyao's cloud trace, and there was a strong gust of wind in the air. The man took advantage of this burst of lightning and fled away.
As soon as Meng Fuyao made a move, he knew that not only would he not be able to get any more bargains today, but he would also be unlucky, this man was very decisive, and immediately fled without fighting.
The pack of wolves jumped up, Meng Fuyao sneered, she slid forward with the vertical knife towards the sky, a black light flashed, the four pounced wolves opened their stomachs open, and rain of blood splashed down, she had already passed through the blood. The rain came behind the man who controlled the wolf.
"Don't go, let's talk about it."
A laughing voice came, the man froze and suddenly threw himself on the ground.
With a pounce, his figure suddenly disappeared.
Meng Fuyao was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his head again, the man appeared three feet away again, even changing direction.
What's this? escape? Blindfolded? Camouflage? There are many different arts in Fufeng, which one is this
The man who controlled the wolf turned his body up and down again, and in the blink of an eye he was several feet away, and even changed his direction.
Meng Fuyao simply stopped chasing him, and stood there with his chest in his arms and watched coldly.
The man was floating in mid-air, he looked back at Meng Fuyao proudly, he used this trick to escape from countless masters, even a top master was escaped by him a few days ago.
Then he decided he had had enough of the juggling and was ready to run away.
When I turned down again, I suddenly saw a pair of boots.
Lavender and silver cloud patterns, a piece of the same color robe hanging down, swinging leisurely in the wind.
The man who controls the wolf has always been good at maneuvering. Seeing these boots so close together, he immediately knew that it was not good. He wanted to use his strange magic again, but for some reason he fell down but couldn't do it again.
And the boots in front of him suddenly kicked lightly.
It didn't look very fast or fierce, but the huge body of the man who controlled the wolf was immediately kicked up without any resistance, and a long and thin line was drawn in mid-air, falling into the hands of Meng Fuyao who had been waiting all day.
Holding the man's collar, Meng Fu shook and laughed, "I caught you, you groundhog."
But the man's head suddenly turned around in the air. Under the night, there was a long, flat, white and miserable face with no outline. At first sight, it was like a ghost.
Then his eyebrows, nose and eyes suddenly drooped.
Like a wax figurine being roasted by a fire melting, all the facial features collapsed in an instant, and a face suddenly became disorganized.
Meng Fuyao was really taken aback by this weird face this time, as if he was carrying a deflated balloon or just a layer of painted skin in a trance, he threw it on the ground in an unspeakable disgust.
The man's clothes were as limp as a pile of them on the ground, and there was no movement.
"Dead?" Meng Fuyao frowned, "I didn't do anything, and I watched him commit suicide without taking poison, so why did he die?"
"It seems to be a kind of soul art." Changsun Wuji came over, "There is a kind of soul art in Fufeng different art, or the warlock divides the soul from the corpse of the dead, and manipulates them to act; I found something wrong, but I can snuff out that wisp of living soul thousands of miles away, but I don’t know which kind it is.”
Meng Fuyao kicked the leather bag away with his feet, and turned around to see that his guards had dealt with the bold and provocative herdsmen like chopping melons and vegetables, and they were rushing to surround the group of people with strange backgrounds. As if he had been notified of the death of the man who controlled the wolf, he turned over and fell down without a sound, and solved himself neatly.
The remaining wolves were nothing to worry about, and they were handed over to the three hundred elites to deal with. Meng Fuyao looked at the corpses on the ground dissatisfied, and murmured: "Who are these people? They seem to be completely organized, disciplined and orderly." The underground assassin gang..."
Yun Hen walked over, followed by a group of men, women and children from this tribe. The leading wrinkled old man bent down deeply and stroked his chest with one hand: "Thank you Bu and the Great Fish God! Thank you God's messenger for coming to save my whole tribe!"
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky... the God of Big Fish... she is a majestic Empress of Dawan, and now she is a subordinate of a fish...
There are as many branches and tribes in the three major clans of Fufeng, each with their own beliefs. Totems include snakes, rabbits, fish, dogs, and all kinds of weird things. It is said that there is even a toilet. Now it is not bad to be reduced to a messenger of a fish. Yes, it's better than a toilet.
His Majesty Meng has always been impatient to greet and send him off, so he left the matter of polite words to Changsun Wuji, and he pulled Yun Hen away while biting his ear: "Why are you here?"
Yun Hen smiled and said: "It's not just me? You are an acquaintance here." He took Meng Fuyao into a tent, under the dim candle, there was a person lying on the carpet, and a local girl was guarding the person , looking out of the tent with a pair of terrified eyes, when he saw Yun Hen coming in, he immediately looked happy, and his eyes were so bright that he couldn't move away.
Meng Fuyao snickered, wondering if it was Yunhen's peach blossom? Alas, the minority girl is so sweet and sweet, and the young master of the Yun family is really blessed. She was about to tease her when her eyes fell on the man on the felt, and she immediately jumped up.
Yalanzhu!
"...Zhuzhu?" Meng Fuyao's eyes widened and he stammered, "Why is Zhuzhu here?"
Isn't Zhuzhu in Dahan? She also wrote to Yao Xun to come and remember to ask Zhuzhu if she wants to go home, why did she suddenly appear here
She leaned over to look at Ya Lanzhu, and saw that there was nothing wrong with her except that her face was a little pale, but it didn't make sense that she wouldn't wake up after such arguing, what happened
"I don't know either." Yunhen frowned and looked at Ya Lanzhu, "I met her at the border between Fufeng and Dawan five days ago. Come down, just have time to say a word to me, please let me find a way to send her back to Faqiang King City."
"Then you were hunted down?"
Yun Hen hesitated for a moment and said: "I can't really say that... We came all the way, and we saw many tribes destroyed. It didn't look like they were chasing us, but I'm not sure if they were hunting us down and destroying them along the way." tribe."
Meng Fuyao looked at Yun Hen's face, stretched out his hand to touch his wrist, Yun Hen wanted to get out of the way, but Meng Fuyao withdrew his hand, frowned and said: "You have new and old injuries, the earliest injury was not five days ago at all, And how did you come here? What happened to you?"
Her eyes turned around on Yun Hen's face, he was much haggard, covered in dust, it was obvious that he had a hard life recently.
Yun Hen remained silent, sparks flickered in his dark pupils, making Meng Fuyao look intently at him.
"Okay, don't tell me." Meng Fuyao straightened up, sneered, and clapped her palms, and the leader of her guards came in response.
"Send a letter back to the country and tell General Ji to go to Taiyuan no matter what method he uses, and get Yanchi and Yunchi two old men. If you are obedient, please invite them. If you are not obedient, you will be brought here. Taiyuan will interfere. Just destroy Taiyuan, that's all."
The leader of the guards bowed and left, but Yun Hen said anxiously, "Don't!"
Meng Fuyao's people didn't care what he said, they were always loyal to Meng Fuyao alone, they walked without stopping, Meng Fuyao sneered and didn't speak.
Yun Hen had no choice but to say helplessly: "There have been some changes in the family."
After waving his hand to make the head of the guards back down, Meng Fuyao leaned closer: "Huh?"
"I went back last time," Yun Hen considered the most gentle words, "Yifu was not satisfied with the results of the Zhenwu Conference. He asked me to travel around the world to improve my martial arts, so I came out. Who knew that the Yan family heard After revealing my background, I wrote to my adoptive father asking me to recognize my ancestors, but my adoptive father thought that I was resentful and ungrateful, so... "
Meng Fuyao sneered.
No matter how gentle the words are, I can still hear what is going on.
Because Yun Hen did not get the glory Yun Chi hoped for at the Zhenwu Conference, and helped the family reach a higher level in Taiyuan's political arena, Yun Chi exiled Yun Hen in a rage. Yun Chi thought that Yun Hen had colluded with the Yan family, and was afraid that it would be bad for him to keep this adopted son, so he simply charged him with the major crimes of colluding with the enemy, treason, and conspiracy, and he continued to hunt him down, trying to kill him. .
Damn old man!
However, there should be something hidden in this matter. Yun Chi's motive for taking Yun Hen in at the beginning may not be pure. Yun Chi.
She guessed really well.
Yun Hen lowered his eyes, turned his eyes away, and didn't want to tell Meng Fuyao that his adoptive father asked him to return to Yan's house, trying to find a way to match Yan Jingchen and get the Lei Dong Jue, but he refused, he didn't want to go back to Yan's house, let alone go back to Yan's house to do it As a spy, the adoptive father had heard about his friendship with Fuyao, and asked him to borrow troops from Fuyao to help him seize the throne of Taiyuan. This is... absolutely impossible.
He never wanted Fuyao to get caught up in power struggles, so why would he bother her with such a thing
Compared with the absurd demands of his adoptive father, he would rather choose to wander around the world.
On the day he left the Yun family, it was raining heavily. He only carried his own sword and left the Yun family mansion that had raised him for twenty years. From the beginning to the end, he never looked back.
The past is over, everything the Yun family has given him, he has repaid with years of loyalty.
After working hard for the Yun family for many years, in the end Yun Chi abandoned him like a poor man just because of one unsatisfactory incident. In fact, he had already realized this fate.
He remembered the process of entering Yun's house - he crawled out of the mud pit and climbed overnight to the nearby Yun's ancestral hall. The first choice of Yun Chi, who came to worship the ancestor, was to kick him away.
He was kicked dozens of times, causing multiple fractures all over his body, and he still refused to let go of Yunchi's feet. He didn't ask Yunchi to save him, but only asked him to help him bury his mother. Yunchi was shocked by his persistence. Looking down, I changed my mind.
Yunchi liked his perseverance and adopted him.
To his adoptive father, his adoptive son was nothing more than a loyal subordinate after all.
All the members of the Yun family were incompetent, but he had an adventure when he was young and became famous early. Yun Chi gradually discovered the usefulness of this adopted son, and then began to rely on him. Up to now, it has just been written off.
That day when he left Taiyuan, he didn't know where he was going. On a whim, he wanted to walk the same way that Fuyao had walked in Wuzhou Continent, so he went to Wuji. When he was hunted down, he didn't react , He thought that his adoptive father expelled him was a clean break, he didn't expect him to kill him unexpectedly, he was injured unexpectedly, and the road of walking since then has been very difficult, but he never thought of asking Fuyao for help—he would rather Even if she dies, she doesn't want to appear in front of her like a bereaved dog.
He heard about Fuyao's life experience while fleeing like that, and heard that she would soon change Xuanji's dynasty after Xuanji succeeded her. He felt relieved, and couldn't help but want to go to Dawan to see her, and then left after taking a sneak peek. Dawan met Yalanzhu, and Yalanzhu left an order before he fell, so he naturally had to complete it first. He took Yalanzhu to deal with his pursuer or Yalanzhu's pursuer. It was still the internal turmoil in Fufeng. He walked slowly all the way. He hid in various tribes. Today, he stayed in this tribe. He was originally rejected. It was the granddaughter of the patriarch who resisted all opinions and kept him. He hesitated when the tribe was looted After a moment, he was afraid that no one would protect Ya Lanzhu after he made a move, and he didn't want that sword to pierce the tent, and suddenly saw her who had been thinking about him day and night.
At that moment, it was like a dream, half a year of ups and downs, hardships and hardships disappeared in an instant, just looking at those familiar and deep black eyes, I felt boundless joy.
She was fine, better than fine, and made him so at ease.
In the tent, the lights were like beans and the atmosphere was silent, Yun Hen was thinking, with a clear smile on his haggard look, but Meng Fuyao was grinding his teeth, his eyes were red and murderous.
Old man Yunchi, this is crossing the river and demolishing the bridge. Not to mention that Yunhen has served his Yun family for many years, even on the night of the Taiyuan Palace change, she saw Yunhen's loyalty with her own eyes. Yi had long since succeeded in the incident, and his Yun family, as the prince's subordinates, must have killed all his families. How can there be today's noble ministers of Taiyuan, who are less than one person and more than ten thousand people
Who is ungrateful? I bother!
It's also her own fault, busy with those messy affairs, ignoring that Yun Hen might be blamed for the failure of the Zhenwu Conference. In other words, she actually thought that Yun Chi would be dissatisfied, but she felt that she had lived together for many years anyway, and there was affection without family affection. I don't want this old dog to be so heartless, not only drive him out, but also kill him!
The evil of human nature is always beyond her imagination!
Meng Fuyao was furious, took three deep breaths in succession to settle the breath, thought for a while and said, "Come out when you come out, that shit family will dirty you if you stay there, I'll take it down together if I have a chance, and give it to you!"
"No." Yunhen said immediately, "I never need those."
Meng Fuyao smiled sinisterly, said nothing more, and called Changsun Wuji to come in and have a look at Yalanzhu. Changsun Wuji was also startled when he saw Yalanzhu, and wrinkled her long brows, saying: "Fufeng Yishu There are too many types, and the royal family is especially complicated, and they are connected with each other, and some strange arts may not necessarily hurt people, and I am not completely clear."
"What did Zhan Beiye do!" Meng Fuyao squatted there and yelled angrily, "I can't see everything clearly!"
"Ah, master, I saw you at least—" There was a sound of horseshoes outside the tent, and then the door curtain was lifted, and a person ran into the tent in a hurry, and when he came in, he grabbed Meng Fuyao's clothes and wiped his tears, "I made a lot of money again Ah, but now you're rich and the country doesn't need to..."
Meng Fuyao lifted him away, and said disgustedly: "Yao Xun, you belong to the tortoise! You're only here now!" Pulling him to the front of the carpet, he said: "Isn't Princess Ya in Dahan? What? Why didn't you report me when you left?"
"Ah?" Yao Xun wiped his eyes and said in astonishment, "Why is Princess Ya here? Didn't she go to Pandu with her majesty? This... I don't know."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes, thinking that there must be something wrong with Zhan Beiye, she squatted in front of Ya Lanzhu, thinking with a sad face, how could this be a good thing, the lively little princess went out, and the half-dead person like a zombie was sent back, Ya Lanzhu Lanzhu's parents wouldn't use a broom to drive her out, would they
Master Yuan Bao suddenly emerged from the arms of the eldest grandson Wuji, looked at Ya Lanzhu, rushed over, sniffed her all over, grabbed her collar and slapped her face, Meng Fuyao twitched the corner of her mouth—slapping can Wake people up, she will be named after Yuan Bao!
In the end, Ya Lanzhu woke up!
She suddenly opened her eyes, glanced at Lord Yuan Bao, and said very clearly: "The mouse is you, it misses me!" Meng Fuyao was about to run over with great joy, when her eyes closed suddenly, and she fell asleep again.
Meng Fuyao collapsed and scratched the wall...
Master Yuan Bao turned his head and squeaked at Changsun Wuji, Changsun Wuji listened, and then said: "Yuanbao said it's okay, Princess Ya was hit by a trick, but the other party seems to have no ill intentions towards her."
"Mice know strange arts?" Meng Fuyao caught the mouse and his eyes lit up.
Changsun Wuji shook his head: "It's just sensing, and it's more accurate if you get close to it. However, other than the performer, it may be self-defeating if someone else interprets the Fufeng magic technique without authorization. Don't act rashly."
Meng Fuyao froze, thought for a long time and said: "Come on, let's discuss a specific route. First, I have a few things to do when I come to Fufeng. First, I heard that the three major clans have a treasure hunting season every year. Summer is the hottest. Treasure hunting in Mizong Valley, which is the most haunted place, is very fruitful. I want to grab the best one for this treasure. Second, I want to go to Raksha Island in Ehai. Dafeng once gave me a road map to go there, saying that there are things there. His things are naturally good things, and what he doesn’t want is a silly hat. Third, send Yalanzhu back to Faqiang King City—Mizong Mountain is in the territory of Shaodang, Ehai is the inland sea bordering Ta’er and Faqiang, three places and three direction, we need to find the most convenient and labor-saving route.”
"Keep the change, please!"
A thunderbolt suddenly exploded on the top of the head, shaking people's eardrums like a thunderbolt from the nine heavens, there was a "pop" and an explosion sounded in all directions, and then everyone suddenly found themselves in the vast wilderness with the star Daiyue—the tent suddenly The room burst open, split into several large pieces and flew out, even the blanket on Ya Lanzhu's body was gone.
One sentence tore apart the tent!
The sound of the wind was strong, like a steel plate rushing towards the face, and everyone retreated in unison, only to feel that a shadow of fire suddenly lit up in front of their eyes, the fierce red seemed to burn for a long time, and they heard a person in mid-air Shout out: "The old man takes people away!"
While saying these few words, there was a vaguely gust of wind and someone's figure flitted, gave way, and flitted, and there seemed to be clapping, clapping, shouting and shouting in a trance, and the grass under everyone's feet suddenly collapsed a little. The fire shadow dimmed and brightened again, shot out like a fire dragon from a distance, and the last word "go" was several miles away.
In the time of two sentences, the tent was destroyed, the blankets flew, the ground collapsed, and the unsteady crowd rolled all over the ground, and even a layer of turf was torn off.
This person—in fact, most people haven't figured out what the thing just appeared just now, they only know that what they are talking about is human, but they didn't even see the shadow from the beginning to the end, but when they blinked their eyelids, it was like being struck by lightning.
Yao Xun rolled on the ground, and was hit by the slate-like wind until his nose bleeds. After a while, he covered his nose with his breath and murmured, "Who are you taking? I don't know why it disappeared as soon as the light came on, and I didn't see many people..."
Yunhen beside him was still standing, protecting Ya Lanzhu, who was rolling around in a mess, and suddenly said quietly: "Less."
"Ah?" Yao Xun looked around, jumped up with a bang, and exclaimed, "My master, wow—"
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"Excuse me, do you know me?"
"..."
"Excuse me, do I know you?"
"..."
"Excuse me, do you know my mother?"
"..."
"So I know your mother?"
"..."
"You don't know me, I don't know you, you don't know my mother, and I don't know your mother, why are you grabbing me?"
"..."
Meng Fuyao was furious.
Inexplicably, a fiery old man descended from the sky, rushed over out of nowhere, cracked the tent and grabbed himself. In an instant, he and his eldest grandson Wuji Yunhen attacked him, but the old guy caught him in groups. In the meantime, he even tricked himself into trying to catch Ya Lanzhu, and as soon as he rushed over, he took the opportunity to sneak attack and carry him away.
She held back her inexplicable anger and asked politely for a long time, hoping that the old guy would open his mouth to vent his anger and let her sneak in. She didn't want the old man to keep silent, whether it was discussing his friendship with the fuck Still discussing the friendship between his mother and his own mother failed to move him, what a waste of effort.
"Old man, old turtle, old man, put me down—" Meng Fuyao switched to the rogue attack method, trying to let the smoke from the seven orifices above her head blow her into the dust, and it would be better to throw her into the arms of the chasing guy behind her. In, she has never missed that embrace so much at this moment, "—you, an incompletely evolved life form, a genetically mutated alien, a kindergarten-level high school student, congenital Mongolian disease, a frog-headed Everest snowman's abandoned baby, and a clogged septic tank The murderer was crushed by Noah's Ark. The hippopotamus. The new volcanic vent. If you go to war, the shells will fly towards you.
The red-robed old man on top of his head suddenly touched his body, found a dirty cloth ball, and stuffed it into the noisy Meng Fuyao's mouth.
"..."
Meng Fuyao stared at the cloth ball sadly and angrily—judging from the shape, color and material, it looked like a sock!
Smelly socks!
Smelly socks that haven't been washed for at least seven days!
She Meng Fuyao, her honorable General Wuji, King Meng of Dahan, Imperial Master Xuanyuan, Empress Meng Fuyao of Dawan!
Mouth, gag, stinky socks!
Meng Fuyao was furious, Meng Fuyao squinted at the one in her arms, Lord Yuan Bao was in her arms just now, and was taken away all the way, now he is squinting against the wind, struggling to crawl out of her arms.
Meng Fuyao signaled Lord Yuanbao to save her from the nightmare of stinky socks with his eyes, and Lord Yuanbao acted in panic—don't do it, the noble Lord Yuanbao will be suffocated to death!
Meng Fuyao's eyes turned dark - no? Really don't? Are you sure not to? Are you sure that you stick to your refrain and are absolutely not afraid of any adverse consequences caused by this refusal
Mr. Yuan Bao immediately declared his innocence—who said no? I will go through fire and water for you and die!
It climbed with difficulty—the flaming old man was running so fast that it was difficult to even breathe at his speed, any movement was like struggling in a tornado, Master Yuan Bao struggled with his white hair flying, and finally climbed onto the stinky socks Nearby, before the paw was raised, a finger suddenly stretched out in the air, provoking it to throw back.
"squeak-"
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes, it was over, running at such a high speed and with such a strong wind, the mouse must have been swept away ten miles away.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that there was still a ball of white balls dangling in front of his eyes—Master Yuan Bao was not afraid of danger, and at the last moment he hugged the finger and clawed it together.
The old man didn't take back his fingers, so Mr. Yuan Bao was hanging miserably, the fur balls on the key chain fluttering in the wind...
The old man ran with a man and a mouse for a long time, from night to day, Meng Fuyao could only feel the wind whistling above his head, and even his hair was pulled straight like a flag. , this one runs really fast, it can run out of the grassland in half a day, it is really a good horse.
Sure enough, a rocky mountain appeared ahead, and it was really approaching the border of the grassland.
The stone mountain is right in front of you, getting closer and closer, but this fiery flamingo seems to have no intention of stopping at all, still not slowing down, ferocious, wild, and going nowhere seems to want to learn from Gonggong It crashed into the past like a crashing mountain.
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes.
Forgive her for not wanting to see Wuji brand mouse meat cakes and Dawan brand Meng meat cakes.
"squeak-"
Master Yuan Bao's scream was like a sharp brake.
Flamingo brakes.
Really brakes.
Just like a train about to hit a hill, the driver slammed on the accelerator to stop, and the passengers couldn't help but fell forward due to inertia.
Meng Fuyao fell out.
She flew out with a "swish", and when the flamingo stood down and was still half a human away from the stone mountain, her graceful nose had already crossed the half human distance, and she was about to have an uncontrollable collision with the hard mountain wall close contact.
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes, waiting for her fate.
"call".
His body was suddenly pulled vigorously by someone, and suddenly stopped, Meng Fuyao heard his bones all over his body "creak" due to the forceful inertia, as if the shaft had been used for a long time and forgot to oil it.
She opened her eyes, and her long eyelashes swept a bit of dust off the mountain wall. An angry bird whose nest had been shaken off the top of her head flew up, and then Meng Fuyao's head felt cold—a lump Bird droppings, falling from the sky.
…
Meng Fuyao's teeth chattered, and he slowly raised his eyes to stare at the tall old man above his head.
The red robe is as bright as the sun; the red face is so red that the flowers of Shandandan are in full bloom; Eyes, Meng Fuyao's eyes are not small, but the sum of two eyes is not equal to his one.
With a wide mouth and big nose, big ears and big hands, this old man is big in everything, but he is not very tall, but Meng Fuyao feels that this appearance is enough to intimidate, especially when looking at people, his big eyes are like lightning. When you chop it, it will shock people like "la la la". If you are taller, it will suffocate people.
"Take a rest." The old man opened his mouth to laugh, and Meng Fuyao was dizzy again—too loud!
It's too loud, it's too loud, it's too loud! One person talking is like three hundred people arguing!
How could there be such a high pitch in the world? No wonder the previous sentence tore the thick cowhide tent.
The old man caught Meng Fuyao in front of his eyes, looked at her carefully for a while, then stretched out his hand to remove her mask dissatisfied, and looked again, turning it over and over again.
Seeing Meng Fuyao lined up with goosebumps, he wanted to protest, and then the old man remembered the mission of the stinky sock, grabbed the sock, and smothered the noble Dawan Empress to death from the tragic fate of a stinky sock rescued from.
As soon as Meng Fuyao's mouth was free, he began to question: "May I ask why you arrested me?"
"Look." The old man was still watching.
"Did you see anything?" Meng Fuyao asked.
"No," the old man shook his head, "he looks average, his body is average, his butt is not big enough and his breasts are not big enough."
His voice rumbled, and Meng Fuyao guessed that half of the people in the grassland could hear it. She closed her eyes in shame and indignation—ah, a thunder fell from the sky and deafened the eldest grandson Wuji who was chasing after him for a second. He does not want to hear this sentence!
This flamingo can't talk to him, and the tone of his voice will be known to everyone in the world.
"I said... why do you want to watch it?" Meng Fuyao asked in a low voice.
Sure enough, the old man also subconsciously lowered his voice, and replied in a treacherous way: "Apprentice daughter-in-law, of course I have to pass the screening."
It's a pity that this flamingo, even if it lowers its voice, is almost equivalent to a hundred people arguing with their throats pulled.
Meng Fuyao was at a loss: "Disciple's daughter-in-law?"
The old man squinted and smiled: "Actually, I don't know what he likes about you, but if he likes me, he will just let it go."
Meng Fuyao realized that talking to a flamingo was like talking to a duck, so he had no choice but to go straight to the center: "Your apprentice? Who?"
"Ye'er." Flamingo squinted at her, "The old man's apprentice, who else is there besides him?"
"Zhan Beiye? He wants you to kidnap me?" Meng Fuyao stared suspiciously at his light bulb-like head.
"The old man heard that you are rebellious." Flamingo said seriously, "The daughter-in-law of my wild son should be gentle, courteous and thrifty, and teach her husband and children. The husband and wife should follow the virtues and words. You can't do it like this, so the old man has to take the time to teach you personally. "
"He asked you to educate me?"
"The last time I saw him in Pandu, the boy didn't say a word to the old man. If I didn't tell the old man, I wouldn't know? Seeing him like that, I have something on my mind!" The old man who talked to himself triumphantly squinted his eyes and smiled. Xiao Qier, you will know as soon as you ask."
Chickens and ducks can figure it out anyway, in short, Zhan Beiye is completely unaware of this matter, and this is a patient with love disciple syndrome, chicken skin and white hair, and mother-in-law, mother-in-law, referred to as: chicken mother-in-law.
Meng Fuyao became serious, raised his eyes, looked up, down, left, right.
"What are you doing?" A hundred people were arguing.
"Look." Meng Fuyao replied.
"See anything?"
"Yes." Meng Fuyao stared at the red-skinned egg with affectionate tears, and said with great nostalgia, "I have never seen such an archaeological value like yours."
"Archaeology?" Flamingo was stunned, and the tone of the interrogative sentence rose to the decibel level of four hundred people arguing, "Which martial arts?"
Meng Fuyao sighed, forget it, no matter how much he turns around and scolds this old guy, it's just a waste of effort.
But the flamingo suddenly raised his head and said to the opposite side: "Hey, little guy, why are you chasing her so hard? This is my apprentice's daughter-in-law. If you can't get along with a man and a woman, stay away."
With his back turned, Meng Fuyao tapped his acupoints, he couldn't see Changsun Wuji, but he heard his still laughing voice: "Oh? Is that so? But senior, you made a mistake. This one is the next daughter-in-law. This junior is chasing after me." Daughter-in-law, what's wrong?"
"Fart!" Flamingo stared bull-eyed, "The one my apprentice likes is my apprentice's daughter-in-law, so it's an outsider's turn!"
"So it probably belonged to your apprentice." Changsun Wuji smiled, "But don't you know? Last year, your apprentice lost a bet with me and lost her to me."
Meng Fuyao twitched the corner of her mouth, the eldest grandson Wuji who lied and cheated and didn't write a draft, what did you lose to you? What bet me? Is it possible that my aunt will degenerate to the point of betting on you? Let me take advantage of you first, and after I pluck this bird's feathers, I will go back and deal with you.
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"Losing to you?" Flamingo's eyes widened, half-believing, "Why haven't I heard of it?"
"Here." Changsun Wuji seemed to take out something and shook it, and said with a smile, "You don't know this, do you? This was originally the betrothal gift given to Fuyao by Emperor Dahan, but now even the betrothal gift has been lost to me. mine."
The old man above his head gave a hiss, obviously recognizing him, and Meng Fuyao also silently said hiss.
Grandson Wuji, you are ruthless.
You have been carrying that betrothal gift of Zhan Beiye all the time, and you lied about it perfectly, fooling his master face to face. Poor Zhan Beiye, if he finds out, he will definitely send his troops south and crush the boundary monument of Wujihan.
Flamingo's voice was a little lower, as if he was a bit resentful towards this thing, and muttered: "How could Xiaoye lose his wife to others? No, no."
He stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me!"
As soon as he grabbed the four sides, the wind tightened, and he cut his face like a knife.
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled and said, "Senior, don't scare me. If you scare me, I will soften my hand, and your wild family's family heirloom will be gone. When you marry a queen, what will you give as a dowry?"
The old man snorted heavily, picked up Meng Fuyao, and said: "I don't care who wins or loses, I just care about training my apprentice's daughter-in-law. Since she hasn't married you yet, I will be responsible for it."
Meng Fuyao protested with her eyes - I don't need you to be responsible!
"Okay." Changsun Wuji said lightly, "You are in charge of yours, I am in charge of mine, you are in charge of training her, I am in charge of chasing her, we will not interfere with each other."
The old man still objected, and the eldest grandson Wuji smiled and said: "What? Do you have to expel me? That's all right, the younger generation will immediately post a message to the world and give this matter to the Seven Kingdoms for comment. The master of Emperor Dahan stole my Wuji's future Empress, don't allow Wuji to be important, the top ten Lei Dong relies on the strong to bully the weak, and Emperor Dahan bullies others..."
"Whatever you want!" the fiery-red Leidong shouted, and turned around in a swish.
Meng Fuyao was hummed for a while, finally recovering, he heard Lei Dong say: "The old man listened to your discussion just now, are you going to Mizong Mountain? The old man is going to teach you along the way."
He took out a few crumpled pieces of paper from his pocket, and muttered, "I just asked about it, it might be useful... Starting tomorrow, the old man will take you to learn art!"
As soon as Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up, he heard him read to the piece of paper: "First day, learn embroidery!"
"..."
"The next day, recite the female rules!"
"..."
"On the third day, learn how to cook!"
"..."
"On the fourth day, learn to sew and cut!"
"..."
"Fifth day, learn etiquette!"
"..."
"On the sixth day, learn..." The old man's red face suddenly seemed to be a little redder, and he lowered his voice desperately, which was probably equivalent to fifty people arguing, "...the Jade Heart Sutra of Eighteen Techniques in the Room!"
Meng Fuyao spurted blood...
God, strike a thunderbolt to kill this super dick!
Is he going to raise a queen or a courtesan or a Japanese porn star
After Lei Dong finished reading, he felt very satisfied, and carried Meng Fuyao on his shoulders, striding towards the perfect, standard, growth path of Empress Da Han, who has a living room and a kitchen and a big bed...
Meng Fuyao was carried on his shoulders, with tears in his eyes and blurred eyes, for the first time, he stretched out his hands for help to the eldest grandson Wuji behind him with tears in his eyes.
"Mamma Mia, prince prince, save your poor future AV actress Ran Muto..."