Let's say that Chen Hebuy was seen in the bookstore. spring. The poor scholar of the palace album, after scolding a few words, left the shop and walked down the street angrily. The cool breeze was blowing his neck. A stall that sells hot Hu spicy soup, while holding down the growling stomach.
"Hey."
The scholar looked at it for a while, and continued walking with his head down in dejection.
"If it wasn't for the fall last year..." The scholar was upset. In his opinion, a playboy like Chen He was simply a scoundrel who wasted money and food. He was full of poetry and books, he was full of ambition, and his mind was loyal to the king and contributed to the society. However, at the end of the month, it was difficult for the family to open the pot and drink gruel twice a day.
Yuzhou Xuezheng distributes money and grain to the famous Zhuzi every month. Without this, his family might starve to death.
The scholar who came out with the copper plate in his hand, was angry all the way because he couldn't buy the two volumes of the annotated scriptures cheaply. After he turned into the house, he didn't recover. He sat on the stool and poured a glass of white water to drink. .
Unexpectedly, the water was cold. The scholar walked in the autumn wind for a long time wearing a single coat, and it was already cold enough. He took a sip without looking carefully, and it was cold from his throat to his heart. He was so angry that he slapped the table: "Mother Yun! What are you doing in the daytime, I can't even drink hot water when I get home?"
A young woman in a cloth skirt walked out silently, wiped the dark outer skirt covered with patches with her calloused hands, and whispered, "The firewood at home is about to run out, and there is not enough for cooking, where can I There is hot water."
The book was so angry that she fell backwards. Huo Ran stood up and wanted to reprimand her, but her eyes fell on the turbid eyes of the lady - at a young age, her eyes were bloodshot. Speak out.
Looking at Xiang Gong's appearance, the woman stood for a long time, trying to catch up, but finally swallowed her words.
She hoped that her husband couldn't buy books...because the coins that the scholar carried away were the last money in the family.
- Men always say that she has long hair and short knowledge, and she only knows how to compare money with money.
The woman walked back into the house silently, when suddenly she heard a faint moan from the bottom of the alley. chant.
The woman squinted her red eyes, and after a long time of identification, she recognized the person.
She looked left and right in shock, because all the poor households lived here, and they all went out to help during the day, and the neighbors were quiet, so the woman had to step up to help.
Looking down, hey, she's still a pretty girl.
I just don't know why, my face is pale and I can't wake up.
The woman hesitated for a while, but still struggled to carry the girl back home, ready to wait for the scholar to come back to report to Bao Jia, maybe this is a woman from a good family who escaped after being kidnapped.
The woman's eyes could not see what was in the distance. She didn't notice that there were two people sitting on the roof not far from her.
One of them shivered and tried to calm down, but when he saw the height of the tiles under his feet from the ground, his face lost another two points.
"Zhong Lake." The other man put his hand behind him and called out coldly.
"In..." Unwilling anger flashed across Lake Zhong, but he didn't dare to say more.
"Are you sure, she is She Yunniang?"
Hearing this, Zhong Hu was a little stunned: "She...she is the wife of my classmate Zheng Juren's wife, She, I heard him call his wife Yunniang. This surname is not very common, if you say it is not her, I don't know what Who is it?"
"Humph!"
The man glanced coldly at Zhong Hu, who trembled as if dipped in ice water.
During the months of being kidnapped, Zhong Hu's biggest achievement was that he figured out that those martial arts masters were just names.
Chen He, the elder brother of his wife Chen Xingniang, the warrior who dared to kill the prime minister, was also a monk.
And it's a magician...
"Chen He is ruthless and vicious, but he just killed you with a neat knife. You should be lucky." The mysterious man who kidnapped Zhong Hu sneered in a weird tone, "In the future, he will cause blood and blood, and the lives of his men will not be known. Geometry, who can die in his hands, are all rare and outstanding people in the world of self-cultivation, what do you count?"
Zhong Hu remained silent.
He asked angrily at first, is there no one to care about such a villain? Immediately received a lukewarm sarcasm: "What if everyone who tried to stop him died?"
Zhonghu was terrified.
This former prime minister who only read books of sages and sages, was full of officialdom, played frame and framed and pretended to be a high-sounding former prime minister (only did it for one day), could never imagine that there are such unscrupulous people in the world.
Even the emperor of ninety-five, the wealthy emperor, can't do whatever he wants - even the commoners know the fate of the tyrant.
"The law is clear, is there no retribution?" Zhong Hu spat out these words with difficulty.
As an old official whose conscience has long been thrown into the corner, he said that retribution would inevitably lead to a guilty conscience.
It's just that he thought about it, and the worst thing he's ever done is to fall into trouble, push the boat, and accept bribes. As for those political enemies who were dragged out of exile to be executed, it's not a good thing. He stood up again: "Could it be that the sky has no eyes, and let this kind of scoundrel be free in the world?"
I heard that monks have the power to move mountains and seas, and their lifespan is even longer than that of a dynasty.
It is true that good people do not live long, and disasters remain for thousands of years.
Zhong Hu's teeth itch with hatred, but the mysterious man laughed and said nothing.
Until a few days ago, they heard a script in the Yangzhou teahouse. The mysterious man who claimed to be a cultivator and kidnapped him without a sound suddenly crushed the tea cup, scaring Zhonghu into a battle.
- In the past half a year, Zhong Hu has not had a good time. He couldn't sleep on the bed and slept in the open air, which made the other party a little dissatisfied.
To this day, Zhong Hu doesn't know whether he hates Chen He more, or this mysterious person.
"Don't you want to know why the gods have no eyes and let the villains wander freely in the world?" The other party's voice was so cold that Zhong Hu's whole body shivered, "I'll tell you, because the way of heaven can't do anything about him, so there are you and me. back to the world."
Zhong Hu was stunned for a while, then Fang realized what this sentence meant.
He jumped up in fright immediately: "You, you mean... no no, you too?"
Huang Liang has a dream, returning to the year.
Zhong Hu's breathing became fast, and he dared to ask: "Then I received a note at the Beijing restaurant, mentioning Chen He, I think it was written by your Excellency?"
"Hmph, Ji Hong, this idiot."
Zhong Hu didn't know why, and he had to ask again, the man had closed his eyes and rested.
The next step was to rush on the road until Zhong Hu almost vomited blood. The monk didn't need a carriage at all, and the so-called magic weapon was so loud that mortals would take it for half an hour, and the sky would be dark if not vomited, and it would be cold to the point of unconsciousness.
At the beginning, this mysterious person deceived Zhong Hu as a doctor in the medicine hall. The same is true along the way. Regardless of whether Zhong Hu has a high fever or typhoid fever, he can take any medicine, let alone die, and Zhong Hu will do it even if he wants to faint. not.
What was especially terrifying was that Zhong Hu gradually felt pain in his limbs and limbs in the rain, dizziness, and lack of energy, just like an old man on the verge of death. Although there was no change in appearance, Zhong Hu still understood in fear that the other party did not treat him or eat. It's just some medicines that wear down the foundation. If you eat one more bowl, you will lose one more point of life.
Zhong Hu wanted to escape, but he couldn't imagine it at all, and the other party usually ignored him and just carried him on his way. Most of the time, Zhong Hu was groggy and didn't know what was going on around him.
As for this mysterious man with "superior medical skills", Zhong Hu is even more unsure what he looks like.
Even when he rushed back to Yuzhou this time, Zhonghu was at a loss.
"Your Excellency is...a person from the immortal realm. I don't know what to do with a woman like She Yunniang?" Seeing that the mysterious person didn't respond, Zhong Hu asked tremblingly, "Her husband, I have known her for many years, maybe I can help you. busy."
"You don't want revenge?"
"Uh, I don't dare." Zhong Hu cursed in his heart. According to what Chen He said, he was blinded by lard and planned to take revenge! He is a mere mortal, what can he use to compete with these high-ranking guys
"Senior, immortal... Zhong is not talented, I really don't know what to do..."
"You don't have to do anything, just go to Zheng Ju's house to see She Yunniang in half an hour."
"what?"
The mysterious man smiled silently and glanced at Zhong Hu.
This look made Zhong Hu shudder, because it was like raising a pig to be slaughtered hard, or tying a piglet, preparing to wait quietly for the tiger to fall into the trap.
Full of relief, anticipation, and subtle pity.
"No! I—"
Zhong Hu shouted, turning around to run regardless of being on the roof.
The tiles rattled, Zhong Hu slipped and was about to fall. He waved his arms in a panic, struggling for a while before realizing that he was being held by the back of his neck.
"It's really troublesome."
The man muttered something, and knocked heavily on the back of Zhong Hu's neck. Zhong Hu's eyes went black, and his arms fell still.
This movement was not big, and it failed to alert the She family in the distant room, but a sneer came from the mysterious man: "Fu Lieyun, you are not willing to waste this mortal in vain."
The mysterious man snorted: "Chen He has three disasters and nine fates, and ordinary methods are useless to him. Zhong Hu married his little sister as his wife. If he was arrested and arranged, it would involve the Chen family in Yunzhou. Hundreds of years of calculations from the Beixuan faction, we have followed the example of starting from the Chen family, isn't it a good idea?"
"That's right, it's a pity!" The person hiding next to him said with hatred, "What the hell is going on in that script, is it really Tiandao-how on earth did Chen He know everything? Tiandao couldn't tell Chen He the truth. , Could it be that someone not only gave up revenge, but also said such things?"
"I'm afraid so."
"It makes no sense, if you let me know who he is..."
The words of resentment disappeared in the wind, only to hear another person ask: "You kidnapped the white centipede and didn't attract the attention of Gu King Tengbo!"
"Tengbo is not in Miaojiang, there are only some juniors from the Five Poison Sect who are not good enough." The man who was hiding his words also appeared, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, he smiled sullenly, "Yesterday one The disciples of the Five Poison Sect approached Chen He and made a lot of noise to ask for his junior sister, White Centipede!"
The two looked at each other and laughed.
"Chen He, Chen He, you will soon know that the eight-tailed fox that Ji Hong's idiot found is no trouble at all. Wait until She Yunniang regains her memory and her true body... Haha."
The author has something to say: Oh, it's number eight and number nine
No. 8 Fu Lieyun, a former disciple of the Chixia Sect in the Western Regions, disguised as a doctor and kidnapped Zhonghu.
No. 9 also did a lot of things silently, prying Chen He's corner, kidnapping Chen He's white centipede or something... and some coughs, the two have already formed an alliance, and they were lurking to take revenge slowly, but suddenly a word Book, they startled them. Zhong Hu's bento is about to be distributed.