Uh... Is the black powder that fell into the water still useful
This is not the point. The point is that he has no chance to fish. The two men in black raised their swords and slashed at him. The powerful murderous aura was wrapped in a sharp sword energy. Broken!
Even an ordinary expert could not escape such a killer move, let alone Xiao Liulang, a little lame man.
He could only watch helplessly as the opponent's sword slashed towards him, and he closed his eyes.
The two long swords slashed at his head at the same time, but they failed to fall in the end. When they were only an inch away from him, they both stopped.
Xiao Liulang opened his eyes.
The two fell straight to the ground, and they didn't even have time to close their eyes.
Behind the two, Chang Jing neatly retracted the sword!
Then Chang Jing went to find the black beads in the water!
He picked up the black bead, as if it was fun, he squeezed it hard, bang!
He was blown up—
The Marquis of Xuanping walked slowly from behind the hillside. He was dressed in heavy purple brocade clothes, strolling leisurely in the courtyard, and his expression was lazy.
That's how he is. It's obviously a country road, but it makes him walk like the avenue of immortality.
When Xiao Liulang saw him, his expression did not change, as always, he was indifferent.
Fortunately, Marquis Xuanping was also used to it. He came to Xiao Liulang and looked at him up and down, as if to see if he was injured.
After confirming that his cub was unscathed, he looked at Chang Jing, who was sitting on the ground and was blown into charcoal in a daze, and lightly kicked Chang Jing's little butt with his toes: "Who told you to kill everyone? How many times have I said it, keep it alive, keep it alive!"
Chang Jing ignored him, stood up with a dark face, performed Qinggong and walked away.
Yes, this is angry.
The Marquis of Xuanping looked at the direction where Chang Jing was leaving, and said to Xiao Liulang: "Chang Jing is young, don't be angry with him."
Xiao Liulang stared blankly at Marquis Xuanping, who was mad at him
The Marquis of Xuanping, unaware of Xiao Liulang's contempt, flicked his sleeves in a magnanimous and unrestrained manner: "Who did you offend, why would someone come to kill you?"
Xiao Liulang ignored him, picked up the crutches by the river and passed him, and walked forward.
Said to be a walking stick, but it was actually a beautiful walking stick. Gu Jiao made it with her own hands. After the pain in his feet was gone, it was no longer as difficult to walk as before.
The Marquis of Xuanping was ignored one after another, but he wasn't annoyed. He was big-hearted and didn't care about children.
He cheekily followed.
He is handsome, and he is particularly good-looking even if he has a thick skin.
It's a pity that no matter how handsome it is, it's useless, someone doesn't even look at him at all.
"Alas." Marquis Xuanping sighed.
How long did Xiao Liulang go, someone sighed behind him for a long time.
Xiao Liulang squeezed his fingers and frowned, "Why are you following me?"
Xuanping Hou raised his eyebrows and said, "Did I follow you? You drove this road? Did you plant this tree?"
Xiao Liulang said coldly, "I'll go back to the village."
The Marquis of Xuanping said: "It's a coincidence, so am I!"
Xiao Liulang turned around and walked on another road.
Xuanping Hou quickly followed.
Xiao Liulang paused and pointed to the path just now: "The village is over there!"
Marquis Xuanping, who was routinely tricked: "..."
Hehe, as long as he is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.
Xuanping Hou raised his eyebrows and said, "I want to go this way, all roads lead to the village!"
Xiao Liulang took a deep breath and decided to ignore him and use him as air.
He turned back to the original path, and after walking a few steps, the sky was dark, and the woods were quiet. From time to time, there were noisy insects and strange sounds of birds and beasts, and the sound was horrifying.
The trees in this forest are tall and overcast, and it is difficult for even the moonlight to pour down.
Marquis Xuanping is a martial artist with excellent eyesight. Even with thin light, he can see his feet clearly, but Xiao Liulang may not.
He was a lame man, and he couldn't see the road clearly, so he stumbled several steps.
Marquis Xuanping strode over, stood in front of him, crouched down slightly, and said, "Come up."
Xiao Liulang looked at the broad back that was bent down in front of him, and didn't move: "I can go by myself."
Xuanping Hou straightened up and turned to look at him: "Are you sure? The road is so dark at night, can you walk?"
Xiao Liulang raised his cane and said, "I have a cane."
Snapped!
The cane is broken.
Xiao Liulang gave Xuanping Marquis a cold look.
The Marquis of Xuanping sighed helplessly, and spread his hands innocently: "It wasn't me, it broke it by itself."
Xiao Liulang clenched his fists and said angrily: "It's not far from the village, this road is very familiar, the big deal is to walk slowly, walk a little longer, and it won't rain, what are you afraid of!"
That being said, within two steps of walking, the rain fell with a rush.
Xiao Liulang glanced at Xuanping Marquis.
Marquis Xuanping widened his eyes: "It's not me this time!"
Xiao Liulang gritted his teeth: "So you admit that it is you?"
"It's not me." Xuanping Hou said with a look of grievance.
In terms of the level of cheekiness, the Marquis of Xuanping is on a par with Lao Jijiu, or even worse. After all, Lao Jijiu is only a black school in officialdom, and life is quite normal, while Xuanping Marquis is a general. Shameless to the extreme.
Xuanping Hou said gloatingly: "Come on, come on, I will carry you, you will definitely not be able to get out."
Xiao Liulang was so mad at him, his eyes were like torches: "Who said I can't go out? Even if I only have one leg left today, I will jump out!"
After all, he turned and left.
"Hey-"
The Marquis of Xuan Ping reached out to grab him.
However, in order to avoid his hand, Xiao Liulang rushed forward regardless, but as a result, he was empty and fell into the big hole covered by the grass with a thud.
He was face down, and fell hard in the pit.
… the other foot was also swollen.
Xuanping Hou covered his eyes and looked away: "...What are you doing walking so fast? You didn't even hold back!"
The Marquis of Xuanping pulled the unfortunate child up from the pit and laid it flat on the ground.
Xiao Liulang was struggling to the death: "I don't want you to carry it!"
"Oh." Xuanping Hou directly bent over, wrapped his hands around someone's back and knees, hugged someone, and said with a special mouth, "How old you are, you still need to hug."
Xiao Liulang: "...!!"
What kind of dad is this! Come on, thunder strikes him!
At the west end of the village, there was a lively atmosphere in the temporary shacks built by the officials, which did not drop sharply due to the heavy rain.
The road is repaired, and we can go back to Beijing tomorrow. Everyone is very excited. In addition, the Marquis of Ding'an brought a lot of delicious food. The officials who have eaten wowotou and pickles in the village for more than ten days are rare to open. Meat once.
Everyone ate red, and it seemed that no one noticed that Xiao Liulang was missing.
It was the inspector who went to work with Xiao Liulang during the day and noticed something was wrong. He held a piece of duck meat in his hand and asked, "Huh? Why don't you see Mr. Xiao?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked around, yes, what about Sir Xiao
No wonder people couldn't remember him, it was because Xiao Liulang basically didn't mix with the court officials like them after he went to the countryside.
It was normal for him not to be around, so no one thought of him deliberately.
"It's raining. Maybe some villager's house is sheltering from the rain," said another inspector.
A head of the Ministry of Works said: "He is so ambitious at a young age, and he has become one with the villagers as soon as he arrives. His political achievements this time should be good."
There are ambitions and ambitions, but they don't make it clear.
People are so strange, if they don't go to the ground themselves, the one who goes to the ground becomes a mistake.
No one said that Anjun Wang, who was with the Minister of the Ministry of Household all day long, had ambitions, but Xiao Liulang, who was mingling with the villagers, was mistaken for collecting popularity among the people.
Anjun Wang glanced at Lord Gu, and seeing his indifference to Xiao Liulang, he called Wu Yang: "Go and find Lord Xiao."
"Yes!" Wu Yang led the order out, and as soon as he opened the door of the shed, he saw a mighty and strong figure in the heavy rain, walking towards this side with a person on his back.
His robe was on his head, covering the person on his back.
He was only wearing a middle coat, and his clothes had been soaked by the torrential rain. He stepped in the puddle with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the rain made him almost unable to open his eyes.
"What's the matter?" Anjun Wang saw Wu Yang standing still at the door, and asked him, "What happened?"
"That, that..." Wu Yang was a little afraid to recognize it.
Seeing that something was wrong, everyone rushed to the door and looked in the direction he pointed.
Everyone was stunned.
Someone recognized it: "Then, isn't that the Marquis of Xuanping?"
No one has seen Xuanping Hou look so embarrassed.
He is the most beautiful man in Zhao Kingdom. He is very particular and smug. Except on the battlefield, he has never been seen in a disheveled appearance.
But at this time, he was like a falcon rushing by in a storm. In order to protect the cub on his back, he plucked out his beautiful feathers and built a shelter for him.
Three shifts, three shifts, it slipped out again!
(End of this chapter)