"I have a small motorcycle, but I never ride it..."
Chen Tang was not at all honest on the back of the motorcycle, sometimes singing loudly, sometimes picking leaves and flying flowers. Accompanied by the sound of "ding-ling-ding-ling" bells, the out-of-tune tune followed, and the singer occasionally hummed a few words instead when he forgot the words.
"One day I suddenly felt like riding to the market..."
Qi Shan finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Mr. Shen, who did you learn the 'music' of the six arts of a gentleman from?"
It's simply misleading.
"Isn't it nice to listen to?"
Shen Tang asked sincerely.
Although she didn't remember much, she vaguely remembered that she was a singing queen, the kind that could charm everyone when she picked up the microphone and sang. She could sing and draw, and was a representative of high-quality females in the human race.
(*╹▽╹*)
Qi Shan looked at Chen Tang with difficulty in explaining.
The latter's eyes were open and confident. It was obvious that she not only didn't think there was anything wrong with her singing, but also thought there was something wrong with his aesthetics. Qi Shan couldn't figure out where her confidence came from, and said, "There is a saying that fits the situation very well - there are folk songs and village flutes."
Shen Tang was puzzled: "What?"
Qi Shanren smiled and said, "It's hard to listen to the hoarseness and mockery."
Chen Tang: “…”
Her fists are hard!
"Yuanliang was able to grow up safely, it was all luck, right?"
Such a good person, but he has a mouth!
"Of course it depends on strength."
Chen Tang: “…”
Seeing her expression management out of control and her facial features distorted and shifted, Qi Shan laughed heartily: "Don't worry, Mr. Shen, you are still young, you can still be saved if you learn slowly."
After about an hour, Qi Shan looked up at the sun. It was the hottest time of the day. Not to mention escorting prisoners, even if he did nothing but stand there, he would sweat uncontrollably and wet his shirt.
"Do you want to speed up?"
Chen Tang said, “I’m afraid I’ll be discovered if I get too close.”
Qi Shan: "Given the lazy nature of those soldiers, how could they continue on their journey under such a scorching sun? They would most likely find a shady place to rest their feet and drink tea to cool off. Young Master Shen put so much into the tea, I'm afraid I'll be late and miss the show."
"Yuanliang's words make sense. I'll go ahead and watch the show. If you don't want to ride a mule, just walk slowly on your own two legs."
Chen Tang whipped the motorcycle's butt.
The motorcycle felt pain and ran away.
Soon there was only a small dot left. Facing Chen Tang's childish "provocation", Qi Shan just smiled and seemed not to care, but then he chanted: "Chasing the wind and following the scenery."
If it flaps its wings, it can soar into the sky; if it runs, it can chase the wind and follow the shadows.
His figure swayed slightly, leaving only an afterimage, as if he was walking on the wind. Each step he took was more than three meters away. His expression was calm and his posture was relaxed.
Chen Tang: “???”
Qi Shan passed by her, bringing up a breeze, and in the blink of an eye, the figure had run dozens of feet away.
Chen Tang: “!!!”
Call the referee, someone is cheating here!!!
In the end, she still suffered from Yan Ling's lack of experience, and she was still no match for Qi Shan on two legs even on a four-legged motorcycle.
The sun was scorching, and the soldiers escorting the prisoner vans could not stand the heat, so they went to rest in a small forest with dense tree canopies. They gathered in groups of three or four in the shade, while several prisoner vans were exposed to the sun. The prisoners in the prison vans were either suffering from heatstroke, with pale faces and weak bodies, or had severe whip wounds.
The Chief Censor was the most seriously injured.
Tired, sleepy, hungry, thirsty, his throat was smoking, and the Chief Censor even felt that his life force was rapidly fading away.
In order to torture the prisoners, the soldiers did everything they could, and the prisoner cars that escorted them were specially customized according to their heights. Some were so tall that the prisoners could only tiptoe slightly to make their necks and wrists comfortable; some were so short that they could neither stand up nor sit down, and could only maintain a half-squatting posture.
No matter which one it is, I can't sleep peacefully. After a few days, I will be half dead even if I don't get whipped.
The Chief Censor’s prison car was of particularly high height.
He could only stand on tiptoe to catch his breath, but he couldn't hold on for long before his heels fell down again.
Severe injuries, intense emotional outburst, lack of water, hunger, fatigue... all these factors combined to cause him to have severe hallucinations. His dry lips moved slightly, and he murmured: "Water, water... water..."
Just when he was about to faint, his prison van was kicked and the shaking woke him up.
"Father, wake up!" The Chief Censor barely regained some of his rationality and turned to look at his son in the prison car next door. His son's prison car was short and had room for legs. His expression was full of worry and surprise. He said, "Father, look at them."
them
who
The Chief Censor was a few beats slow to react.
He followed his son's gaze and saw that the soldiers who had just been avoiding the heat in the shade of the trees had accidents one after another. Some rolled over with their heads in their hands, some fell to the ground and convulsed, some had difficulty breathing, some rolled their eyes and foamed at the mouth, some clenched their teeth and had facial spasms. There were also a few who did not react so seriously, but they also knelt on the ground holding their stomachs, and some even lost their anuses, showing ugly appearances.
Even an experienced official like the Chief Censor understood it instantly.
The first thought was that these soldiers were poisoned!
The second thought was that someone was trying to kidnap the prisoners!
This thought cheered him up, and a strong desire to survive burst out from deep within his body, prompting him to try to cheer himself up.
The soldiers were in chaos.
"The water is poisonous!"
"It's poisonous!"
"Engage the enemy, be careful and alert!"
Most of the soldiers were poisoned, and only a dozen who had not had time to drink water escaped. They drew their knives and surrounded the prisoner car, looking panicked, alert in every direction like a frightened bird.
After a few breaths, everything around was calm.
jingle-
Here we come!
This thought echoed in the hearts of the soldiers.
But the strange thing is, I could only hear the voice but not see the person.
"Where are the people? Where are they?"
"My filial sons, are you looking for me?"
A strange voice came from behind them. They turned around in shock, only to see that the prisoner car was empty except for a skinny boy with a sword. The boy swung the sword, and the sharp blade passed in front of his eyes, causing a sudden pain in his eyes.
The blood dyed the entire vision red.
"The wanderer's body cracked!"
Chen Tang's expression was as cold as ice, and he jumped down with his sword in hand.
She used the Motherly Sword to teach the filial son a lesson, and the prisoners lost their footing and fell to the ground. The prison van was already dozens of feet away.
The Chief Censor Tong Kong was in a state of tension.
"Long time no see, Master Tian."
The Chief Censor turned his head upon hearing the voice, and saw a tall young man standing not far away. He put his hands in his sleeves, and the breeze behind him blew his hair, which was a unique beauty. The young man smiled and nodded at him, but the smile looked fake.
Teacher Tian
The Chief Censor was stunned by this title.
Qishan saw this and said, "You are so forgetful, Master Tian."
The son of the Chief Censor supported his old father and looked at Qi Shan warily: "Sir, do you know my father?"
Still calling him "Master Tian"
The Chief Censor was also puzzled.
Do they know each other
With his knowledge, he could naturally see what means the young man used to rescue him. It was nothing more than constructing the battlefield with "star-studded pattern" and then using "transplantation" or other words to deploy troops and generals to replace them.
It sounds simple, but looking at the distance between the young man and the prison car, the "star-spreading" area covered was at least a hundred feet in radius - before relying on or submitting to any prince, how could a scholar who achieved this level with his own strength be an unknown and simple character
If he knew him, he would definitely have an impression of him.