Jiang Sheng and the other two all looked at the scholar's waist.
He had a knife fan with simple patterns on his waist.
The scholar lowered his head to take a look, then smiled and picked up the fan to cover half of his face. "The square is not square, and the circle is not regular. This fan is called Jiuhua. It is not for fanning the wind and cooling down, but mostly for covering the face and blocking the sun. It is not worth the money, so those jackals may not be interested in it."
The knife fan is also known as the Jiuhua fan. The fan surface is mostly made of bamboo strips. It is not very useful. It is not common among the people, but some independent scholars like it very much. In short, this thing is more pretentious and stylish to use.
The robbers naturally looked down on it.
Shen Tang withdrew his gaze upon hearing this, showing no interest.
She was not interested, but Jiang Sheng, contrary to his usual behavior, stared at the middle-aged scholar for a long time, making him unable to ignore her even if he wanted to. The scholar had no choice but to raise his hand and touch his face, and asked Jiang Sheng directly: "Sir, why are you looking at me like this?"
Jiang Sheng did not feel the slightest bit of embarrassment at being caught red-handed. Instead, he started chatting with a smile: "When I was young, I learned some physiognomy from a talented person. After so many years of studying, although I am not proficient in it, I have learned a little bit..."
"Is there something wrong with my appearance?"
As the bonfire occasionally exploded, Jiang Sheng said solemnly and seriously, "It is indeed a bit strange... I have seen many people over the years, but this is the first time I have seen someone so strange. I wonder if I should talk about it or not?"
The scholar consulted Chen Tang and the other two, and none of them minded, so he took off his wet coat and dried it, then squatted by the campfire in his underwear to warm himself. When he heard Jiang Sheng say that he had a strange face, he was suspicious with a little hope: "Sir, please tell me quickly."
Ning Yan, who was using firewood to stir the bonfire to make it burn vigorously, paused for a moment and secretly looked at Jiang Sheng from the corner of her eye, wondering why the other party suddenly did this. You know, the three of them concealed their identities, and it is not appropriate to completely reveal their identities before they are completely safe.
This middle-aged scholar's origins are unknown...
You should keep your distance.
However, Jiang Sheng's way of being a scholar is to read the qi, to tell a person's fortune at a glance, and now he has perfected it again... Could it be that Jiang Sheng saw something from this person's face? Ning Yan put down the firewood and baked a few more cakes, but her ears were secretly stretched to eavesdrop on the conversation.
Jiang Sheng looked closely at the middle-aged scholar.
Asked: "Sir, has your fortune been down in recent years?"
The middle-aged scholar nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I have always had bad luck. I don't know which god I offended..."
Jiang Sheng asked: "Sir, have you encountered war wherever you go in recent years? Even if you have avoided man-made disasters and finally lived in peace for two years, you will still encounter natural disasters such as droughts and floods?"
The middle-aged scholar slapped his thigh with the handle of his sword-like fan.
He said ecstatically: "Yes, yes, all of them are correct."
Jiang Sheng looked at his face again, counting on his fingers as if pretending to be serious, and then asked: "Sir, you got married when you were young, and you and your wife Kang Li were deeply in love. They had three children. But they separated for some reason, and now you haven't seen your children for many years, right?"
The middle-aged scholar wanted to grab Jiang Sheng's hand.
God, it’s amazing!
Jiang Sheng asked again: "From your face, it seems that your career has not been going well in recent years. Your colleagues are fighting against you, and your boss is unwilling to use you?"
The middle-aged scholar asked hurriedly: "Is there any way to change your luck?"
Jiang Sheng shook his head slowly.
The middle-aged scholar could not hide his disappointment on his face: "Just now, sir, you said Cui had a strange face. How did that come about?"
Jiang Sheng sighed, "This is what I find strange. With your appearance, you should have been very successful long ago, but now you are still stranded... How could you be so miserable? That's why I have this question..."
Chen Tang became somewhat interested after hearing these words.
"The flying dragon is stranded?"
The middle-aged scholar stood up, bowed deeply to Jiang Sheng, and sincerely asked for advice: "Sir, please give me some advice and save Cui."
Jiang Sheng said: "Alas, the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it."
The middle-aged scholar hurriedly asked, "Who tied the bell?"
Jiang Sheng shook his head: "I don't know about that."
But looking at Jiang Sheng's expression, it was obvious that he was not unaware but he was unwilling to reveal the secret. The middle-aged scholar seemed anxious, but he could not force Jiang Sheng. The firewood burned quickly, and Jiang Sheng wanted to get up to pick up some more. The middle-aged scholar raised his hand to hold him down and volunteered.
There are so many refugees that we have to go far away to collect firewood.
Once the middle-aged scholar left, Shen Tang spoke.
"Why would Xiandeng tease this person?"
Jiang Sheng's Way of Scholars can only see people's fortunes, but can't see so many details. Although beheading Zheng Qiao's head gave him a key opportunity to perfect his Way of Scholars, the current situation was tense and there was no time for him to retreat quietly and break through.
"I have seen this person before."
Although I didn't see the man's face clearly, I remembered his fan. I remember that before Zhao Feng returned to Wu Xian, he also chatted with a few brothers and friends. Among them, the one he complained about the most was a scholar who liked to carry a knife fan around all year round.
Zhao Fenghuan boasted that this man's talent was not inferior to Qin Li, but for some reason, his lord Wu Xian did not like him very much.
Chen Tang paused while tearing the pancake: "Know him?"
Jiang Sheng said: "He is under Wu Zhaode's command."
Jiang Sheng didn't care about this person who was mentioned once or twice by others, but this person once helped Zhao Wei on the battlefield - Zhao Wei had a special status under Chen Tang's command, and he had to take care of him for the sake of Zhao Feng's face - so he could not hide the middle-aged scholar's actions from him.
Chen Tang glanced at the direction the middle-aged scholar left, then looked away: "Wu Xian's troops should not be nearby, so why is he here? And how come he ran into us by chance?"
Is there something fishy going on here
Chen Tang asked, "Do you want to do him?"
The tone was so flat, as if saying that there were no stars tonight.
Jiang Sheng shook his head: "His career has indeed not been smooth, and he has fallen out with Wu Zhaode. He may not have been sent by Wu Zhaode."
In fact, the possibility is very low.
Jiang Sheng is more inclined to believe that the two have completely broken up.
Chen Tang: "Did he recognize our identities?"
Jiang Sheng said: "Most likely."
If you just meet them by chance, there's no need to alert them.
After a few words, the middle-aged scholar came back with a small bundle of firewood, and for some reason, his brows were furrowed. Jiang Sheng asked him why he was sighing, and the middle-aged scholar sighed, "I went to collect firewood just now, and saw a few people cooking a pot of minced meat in the pot, so I felt sad."
The meat at this time is not real meat.
Jiang Sheng asked the middle-aged scholar, "Where are you going, sir?"
The middle-aged scholar said, "Go south to avoid disaster."
Jiang Sheng said: "Unfortunately, we are on different paths."
The middle-aged scholar did not ask the three people where they were going. They all said different ways, so there was no need to ask. It was already midnight, and the refugees nearby were curled up on the ground and sleeping, snoring one after another. Chen Tang and the other two also wanted to close their eyes and rest.
As a result, in the second half of the night, the three of them opened their eyes at the same time.
The middle-aged scholar has disappeared.
Chen Tang frowned: "When did you leave?"
Even she didn't notice it.
The next moment, Chen Tang said, "Someone is coming."
The sound of horse hooves approached.
The conditions in the wild were harsh, and the refugees did not sleep deeply. Soon, some of them were awakened and hurriedly pushed their companions. They did not know what had happened, but the sound of horse hooves was like the sound of arrows flying through the air to birds...
If there is any movement, flee immediately.
But the sound of horse hooves came from far away and then from near to far away.
It must have been a coincidence that he just passed by and everyone was alarmed for nothing.
The night wind is cold and the stars are sparse.
Dozens of war horses galloped past, so fast that they seemed to be dragged into a line, but if you look closely, you can still see drops of blood in the paths of these horses. Tick-tick, steam rising. The people on horseback were all injured, and the man in the middle was the most seriously injured. He controlled the reins with one hand, and with the other hand he would occasionally stuff the intestines that flowed out of the wound back into his stomach.
Although he frowned, he never shouted.
Finally, I don’t know how long I ran.
The man on the horse groaned and fell off the horse.
"General!"
The rest of the people stopped, and the nearest soldier jumped off his horse and helped the man up from the ground with great effort. The man's intestines stopped flowing out, and the wound was slightly shrinking, but with this amount of bleeding, he would die sooner or later.
"Don't tell anyone—"
The injured man barely opened his heavy, lead-filled eyelids.
He said breathlessly, "Help me to the side."
Dozens of people stopped in a secluded spot by the stream.
They laid the man flat, and those who still had strength to spare grabbed the man's wrist and injected martial energy into him. Before long, the man stopped them: "Don't waste your time... I know my own body well, and I'm afraid I can't get through this stage."
Everyone's body was covered in dried or half-dried blood, and pieces of flesh from unknown people could be found on their bodies. Anyone with eyes could see how hard the battle had been. For men, injuries were not a big problem. The recovery ability of high-level warriors was abnormal. The trouble was the pursuers who were chasing them relentlessly. Once they caught up with them, they would inevitably end up seeing the King of Hell.
As he said this, the man pounded the ground and cursed.
"I underestimated this old bastard Zhang Yongqing!"
The people around him asked, "General, what should we do now?"
The man swallowed the blood that welled up in his throat and tried hard to tell the others: "The national seal can harm people. When I die, you can throw my body away and run in the opposite direction... You will always be able to shake off the pursuers..."
"But the Great Seal..."
Several soldiers were still hesitant.
That thing is the national seal.
Where can you put it without people fighting over it
The man angrily said, "What the hell is the national seal? Damn it, this is a life-threatening thing. Zheng Qiao is such a bastard... Not many people died in the crusade against him, and his death wiped out all the soldiers under my command... I have never seen such a sinister person!"
When the national seal appeared in their own forces, even a fool could tell that this was Zheng Qiao's conspiracy - forcing them to eat the small fish and the small fish to eat the shrimp. When everything was settled, it was hard to say how many people in the Dragon Slaying Bureau coalition were left alive.
Zheng Qiao is dead...
But he also successfully dragged hundreds of thousands of people to be buried with him!
Thinking of this, the man wanted to curse again.
He just uttered a word when the blood rushing up his throat made him cough repeatedly. His two confidants advised him not to be too angry, while the other helped him stuff his intestines back in. It took the man a while to suppress the burning pain in his throat.
At this moment—
The man, who was weak all over and dizzy, suddenly opened his tiger eyes and shouted, "Who? Get out!"
The exhausted soldiers were on guard with their swords in hand.
"Don't panic, Cui has no ill intentions."
The knife fan brushed aside the hanging vines, and a man walked out.
A seemingly frail middle-aged scholar.
The injured man transformed his weapon, struggled to stand up, squinted at the middle-aged scholar and asked, "Who are you?"
"My surname is Cui, and I used to work for Lord Wu."
The man sneered: "Wu Zhaode's subordinates."
The middle-aged scholar shook his head: "Not anymore."
The man was angry: "I don't care if you are just passing by, get lost if you are not just passing by, leave your life behind!"
Middle-aged scholar: "General Qian may be powerless."
The man groaned, then sat back on the ground exhausted. The soldiers who were still able to move pointed their knives at the middle-aged scholar.
The two sides confronted each other for a while.
The middle-aged scholar said, "Cui can save the general from danger."
The man just sneered, obviously not believing the other person.
But he asked, "How can you solve it?"
The middle-aged scholar said, "General Qian's suffering this time is all due to the national seal. General, you can hand over the national seal to Cui for safekeeping."
The man scolded: "Bullshit!"
The middle-aged scholar was not annoyed: "General Qian, if the national seal is in your hands, it will bring you a fatal disaster sooner or later. If it is in Cui's hands, no one can find out its whereabouts. Believe it or not, it's up to you!"
"It would be a ghost if I believed your lies!"
"Since the general doesn't believe it, then the yellow bird..."
He didn't continue talking, the man had already sneered: "There are so many sneaky dogs, what are they hiding?"
"Mr. Qian, who are you calling a dead dog?" Chen Tang showed up in a bad mood, looking at Qian Yong, who was covered in blood and had countless wounds, and laughed at him unceremoniously, "Youyou, Qian Shuhe, you have come to this day. Does this count as a dog that has lost its home?"
The man, Qian Yong, had a very sour look on his face.
He never expected that the person in the dark would be Shen Tang.
He asked, "Mr. Chen, why are you here?"
Qian Yong and Chen Tang's relationship is not really good.
There is still a grudge between the two of them.
Seeing the other person's attire and the fact that there were only two people around him, he immediately thought that Chen Tang was the same as himself. But before he could gloat over his misfortune, he was interrupted by Chen Tang: "I'm not as unlucky as you, being chased to a desperate situation. I just heard that you have the national seal in your hand?"
Qian Yong narrowed his eyes: "Why, you want it?"
Chen Tang said, “If I want it, you will give it to me?”
Qian Yong sneered.
"County Magistrate Shen wants to be buried with me, how can I refuse?"
Chen Tang: “…”
Even if Qian Yong dares to give it now, Chen Tang won’t dare to accept it.
Once she accepted it, her position would be exposed.
She changed the subject abruptly: "Qian Shuhe, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you so miserable? There are only so few people left?"
Speaking of manpower, Qian Yong resisted the urge to burst into tears and said bitterly, "It's all because of that bastard Zhang Yongqing!"
When the national seal was being delivered, his troops were very close to Zhang He and were ambushed before they could react.
The family business he had worked hard to build up over many years was all gone!
Qian Yong asked back: "What about you?"
Chen Tang said: "Because of some things, we are acting separately."
Qian Yong smiled maliciously upon hearing this, but Chen Tang ruthlessly extinguished his orgasm: "Do you think everyone is as stupid as you? I have so many scholars under my command, but even if they are combined, they can't make up a single honest person, so they won't suffer any loss."
Qian Yong: “…”
I'm afraid he didn't die from blood loss, but from anger!
Chen Tang looked at the defeated soldiers around him and sighed, "Hand over the national seal, at least you can keep your life."
The next moment, a bloody object came crashing down on him.
Chen Tang: “…”
Oh boy, are you serious
The moment the national seal left Qian Yong, it turned into an illusory little dragon. With a dragon roar, it happily flew into Chen Tang's palm.
result-
Snap!
Xiaolong was bounced back by a dazzling light and fell to the ground.
Silence, awkwardness, speechlessness.
The national seal was rejected, and Xiaolong curled up in grievance.
Qian Yong looked at Chen Tang with a gloomy gaze, and said meaningfully: "You are so good, Shen Youli, you hid it really well!"
Chen Tang didn't know why this happened and could only smile awkwardly.
At this moment, a pair of deep eyes fell on Shen Tang.
The person in sight is the middle-aged scholar.
He said, "If you can trust it, leave it to Cui."
The pursuers arrived at some point, and the middle-aged scholar finally took over the hot potato. He did not absorb the national seal, but just tapped the little dragon with his knife fan, and the little dragon hovered on the fan handle. Chen Tang looked at the fan handle, but did not feel anything.
Chen Tang was surprised: "What is this?"
The middle-aged scholar said, "Cui's way of being a scholar."
Qian Yong exclaimed in amazement: "Wu Zhaode has suffered a great loss."
Middle-aged scholar: "He lost more than just this."
Now that the imperial seal has been placed in a place, it will be much easier for Qian Yong and his party to escape. When he thought of Zhang He's expression at the moment, he felt relieved, his stomach aches no longer, and his head is no longer heavy. As long as the imperial seal does not fall into Zhang He's hands, any Tom, Dick or Harry will do!