The sky is bright and the sun is bright. The man is dressed in red and is holding a plain white oil-paper umbrella. A few peach blossoms are painted on the umbrella. At a glance, the beauty is like jade, which is a beautiful view of the world. If we ignore that there is neither rain nor sun today, It's just a cloudy, crisp autumn day.
Yan Feijue walked behind him, snorted disdainfully, and imitated Xiaobai and showed off his biceps to show off his masculinity.
"You, go in."
Accompanied by the man's cold voice, a piece of white paper filled with names fell into Yan Feijue's hands.
Yan Fei scoffed, "Why? I can't read!"
It's not that I don't know anything at all, it's that I don't know much, and I don't want to be sent by this guy, that's why I made such an angry statement.
The man said: "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to read, it's enough for the shopkeeper to know how to read."
Yan Feijue entered the shop reluctantly, and after a while, came out with big bags and small bags, and said with a dark face, "What did you buy! Are you satisfied now?"
The man said bluntly: "So-so."
The corner of Yan Feijue's mouth twitched, Grandpa made you a cow and a horse, and in exchange for you to say so-so
Boy, don't fall into the hands of grandpa, be careful to make you look good!
After that, the three of them bought a lot of things on the street. The three of them were referring to the man, Yan Feijue, and the little guard who was hit in the back of the head by the sole of a shoe just now.
The little guard was good when he went out, he was much better than Yan Feijue for doing whatever he asked him to do.
After buying something for about half an hour, the man finally got into the carriage and gave some instructions to the little guard. The little guard whipped his whip, and the horse drove away.
Not to be outdone, Yan Fei jumped onto the carriage, pulled the reins, and shouted: "Drive!"
The carriage followed.
Ji Wushuang still sat outside, leaving the carriage to the poor couple.
Qiao Wei was hugged tightly by Ji Mingxiu, her eyes were closed tightly, her complexion was pale, Ji Mingxiu wrapped her tightly with a blanket, and her cheek was lightly pressed against hers.
He could feel that her body temperature was gradually passing away, her body was getting cold little by little, and even her breathing was much weaker.
"Didn't you say twelve hours? It's only half past, why did she..." Ji Mingxiu didn't say anything later.
In the parallel carriage, the man sighed softly and said, "If it were someone else, it would be twelve o'clock, but this girl is a bit special, and she can't last that long."
Although Ji Mingxiu understood that Qiao Wei's physique was different from ordinary people, he still asked subconsciously, "What's so special?"
"Everywhere is special." After the man finished speaking, he put down the curtain without any intention of answering.
Ji Mingxiu hugged Qiao Wei tightly, and gently kissed her cold forehead.
There has never been a moment when I was so afraid of losing as I am now, that my heart ached.
There is no big thing in front of life and death, compared with it, seeing her worrying about gain and loss when she was with King Yin is not worth mentioning at all.
The real loss is the separation of yin and yang, and no matter how many times you wake up, there is no shadow of that person next to your pillow.
"I went to visit the prison to ask about the murderer's whereabouts! Don't be so narrow-minded!"
"You are careless, but I am careless... I... I am very nervous."
"I know, I know! Don't look for it anymore! Will you not look for it in the future?"
"Still angry? I didn't do anything, didn't I just help him?"
"Talk about you men, you quarrel and quarrel, why don't you let them touch you?!"
Pain flashed through Ji Mingxiu's heart, and trembling lips touched her temples: "I let you touch, I let you touch everywhere, wake up soon..."
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The carriage headed north all the way, and left the capital through the North City Gate. After that, it continued to head north.
Yan Feijue drove the car in bewilderment, and asked the little guard beside him, "Hey, where are you going?"
The little guard said angrily: "You will know after you go?"
Well, what kind of master will raise what kind of slave, look at this arrogant little guy!
Yan Fei never cared about children, he didn't want to say it, so he stopped making fun of himself, but that guy promised the young master, so he wouldn't sell them all.
The two carriages walked side by side for a long time, at first they were still on the official road, then for some reason, the little guard's carriage turned around and turned into a deserted path.
Yan Fei had no choice but to follow along.
The carriage went round and round and turned from the path into the forest.
But no matter how you turn, the general direction is north.
Yan Feijue was puzzled, why did he keep running to the north? Is this going to the Huns
It was rare for the little guard to answer his questions for him: "You don't understand this, do you? There is a lot of yin in the north!"
Yan Fei was so unstable that he almost drove the carriage into the river!
Isn't it just to cure the girl? What the hell is it? !
When the two sides arrived at the destination, the sky was already getting dark, and the twilight merged, and the last twilight was pressing on the surrounding hills, like an invisible big palm, trying to take in the color of the landscape bit by bit.
This place can be regarded as beautiful, surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing water on one side. I don't know if it's because the terrain is too remote, but I didn't see any people living along the way.
The man asked the little guard to park the carriage under the tree, and he walked to the open space about two feet away from the lake, measuring something with his feet while walking, and muttering words in his mouth.
Ji Wushuang jumped out of the carriage, opened the curtain of the window from the outside, and said to Ji Mingxiu, "Young master, we're here."
Ji Mingxiu hugged Qiao Wei tighter, and looked at the scenery outside the window with deep eyes.
"What is he muttering about?" Yan Feijue walked over murmuring, looked at Qiao Wei and asked, "How is she?"
Ji Mingxiu touched Qiao Wei's cold forehead, which was so cold that there was hardly any warmth, and said in a low voice, "It's not good."
Yan Fei sighed helplessly. When this girl was alive and kicking, she could kill a cow with one fist. Even Mongolian sweat medicine was useless to her. Who would have thought that she would be injured like this by a bow
It's really sad!
Ji Wushuang didn't feel very well in his heart. It stands to reason that he and Qiao Wei couldn't get along. If Qiao Wei had an accident, he should have laughed muffledly, but seeing Ji Mingxiu's silence, he couldn't be happy at all.
Thinking about it carefully, that girl doesn't seem to be that annoying.
I hope this guy is really capable, and don't disappoint the young master's hard work.
Over there, the man seemed to have chosen his location, took a jar of cinnabar from the little guard, and drew a circle on the ground using cinnabar as ink.
Yan Fei never held back the curiosity in his heart, knelt down and rubbed a little cinnabar with his fingers, rubbed it lightly, and asked, "Is this not ordinary cinnabar?"
The little guard puffed up his chest and said, "Of course not, this is phoenix blood cinnabar!"
Phoenix, phoenix blood cinnabar
Such a big can? !
You must know that they went to the Zuisheng Pavilion a while ago and spent 50,000 taels of silver to buy back half a piece of red sandstone. This guy actually sold a big pot!
Yan Fei didn't know whether to scold this guy for stealing their money cunningly, or to praise him for his selfless contribution of so many treasures.
The man drew a circle and asked the little guards to take down all the things he bought on the street. Afterwards, he set up a suggested small altar table outside the circle. On the altar table were burnt incense ash and pasted talisman papers. When Wei is awake, she will probably find that the man's method is somewhat similar to Ji Ming's cultivation base and Zhuo's method of eliminating voodoo back then.
The man set up the altar and tied a red lantern: "If this lamp is not extinguished, she will not die."
Yan Feijue let out a cry: "Then what if it goes extinct?"
Ji Wushuang couldn't hold it back for a moment, her hair exploded, and she slapped him on the head fiercely: "You crow's mouth! Take it back! Take it back! Take it back!"
Yan Feijue hurriedly poohed twice: "I took it back!"
The man lit a candle in the lantern and placed it in the center of the altar table.
At this time, the sky was completely dark, with black clouds billowing in the night sky, without a single star and moon, the little guard lit several torches around them, and placed them in different directions, and the open space was suddenly illuminated.
The light of the fire was reflected on the faces of the people, and when the breeze blew, the light of the fire became stronger and weaker, and the faces of the people also became brighter and darker.
"Okay, bring her here." The man looked towards the carriageway.
Ji Mingxiu hugged Qiao Wei.
"Sit in." The man said.
Ji Mingxiu sat cross-legged on the ground, let Qiao Wei sit in his arms, stretched out his hand to gather her messy hair behind her ears, and touched her face inadvertently, the cold temperature made Ji Mingxiu's eyes light up. It was faintly darkened.
The man turned around and glanced at Yan Feijue and the three of them: "I'm going to start drawing talismans, and no one should interrupt me during this process. If someone who doesn't have long eyes comes, you all know what to do."
Yan Fei resolutely said, as for your twists and turns, the donkey is dizzy, who else can come in? Don't worry too much, hurry up and get down to business, boy!
However, the facts proved that the man was not careless. He had just taken out the talisman paper, and before he could draw two strokes, there was an unusual movement not far away.
Yan Feijue and Ji Wushuang quickly became vigilant, and even the little guard, who looked like a child, pulled out the soft sword from his waist.
The sound came from three different directions, the leaves rustled, and the birds started up, fluttering their wings and flying out.
The intuition of martial arts practitioners made Ji Wushuang slightly frowned: "The visitor is not kind."
Yan Fei nodded in absolute agreement. He has traveled the rivers and lakes for so long, not to mention that his eyes never make mistakes, but such a powerful murderous aura is impossible to ignore.
It's really strange how the other party found this place. He was sure that they were not being followed by anyone on the way. It can only mean that the other party guessed that they would appear here early in the morning: "Old turtle grandson, didn't you leak the secret?"
The man smiled lightly and said, "She was injured by the Blood Moon Bow and needs to find a very dark place to heal her injuries. Is this hard to guess?"
What is interlaced like a mountain, this is it.
Yan Fei never understood these messy things, but he understood one thing. The other party knew that Qiao Wei was injured by the blood moon bow. They didn't spread the news. Except for the murderer himself, he couldn't think of anyone who could find it up.
The thought flashed by, Yan Feijue lost the last bit of hesitation, and with five fingers together, he shot four darts!
"ah-"
There were screams in the woods ahead.
But those people were obviously not vegetarians. Judging from the sound, only one person was hit by a dart, and it was not known whether he was dead or not.
What a bunch of tricky guys!
Yan Feijue revealed another round of hidden weapons, but this time he didn't rush to make a move, but waited for the group of people to rush out of the forest before swiping with enough internal strength.
Countless petals flew down from the sky, gathered and scattered, pink like peaches and plums, and in an instant, the whole world seemed to soften.
Looking at the petals above their heads, the group of charged killers couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but the petals seemed to be solidified, and suddenly stopped in the air, and the next second, the petals shattered and shattered. A piece of silver needles came out like rain, piercing the chests of everyone dangerously!
There was a crash on the ground!
The rest of the killers got angry, drew out their long swords one after another, and rushed towards Yan Feijue and the others.
Yan Feijue's hidden weapon is suitable for long-range attacks, but close combat requires hard work.
A group of people quickly fought together.
The number of this group of people is about twenty or so, and they look like professional killers. There are more than one killers in the blood league, but there is no one who dares to take orders to assassinate the leader of the blood league and the current prime minister.
Ji Wushuang slashed the neck of a sneak attacking Yan Feijue, and said to Yan Feijue, "It's from Yeluo!"
Yan Feijue kicked away a killer who was rushing towards the little guard: "Damn! No wonder the old emperor wants to kill them! Grandpa wants to!"
There are many people in this group, but their skills are not very deep. The three of Yan Feijue joined forces and quickly wiped out the group of people.
But it would be naive to think that this is all over.
On the contrary, the real assassination of the assassin kicked off.
In the mountains on both sides, two groups of killers rushed out. The first group of killers had never fought Yan Fei, and they were Cangjiu's subordinates. These people's martial arts are not weak, at least much better than the group just now; The last wave of killers... is a bit frightening.
Everyone's face was filled with the breath of death, and their eyes were as cold as a knife. Yan Feijue's poisonous hidden weapon hit them, but they rushed over as if nothing happened.
Yan Feijue frowned: "Not good! It's a dead man!"
Ji Wushuang turned pale when he heard about the dead men. Shi Qi is a dead man. Just thinking about how powerful Shi Qi is can make people frightened, but now a group of Shi Qi came. Is this God going to kill them? !
Cangjiu has ten people under his command, eight of them are dead fighters, and each of them is a first-class martial arts master, especially this group of dead fighters, who are three points more powerful than the dead fighters who duel with Qiao Wei earlier!
They are only three-headed and six-armed, and they are not enough to look at in front of so many powerful guys.
So what if it's just not enough to see? Still have to bite the bullet and fight.
Over there, the man's talisman was half drawn.
A dead man who had thrown away Yan Feijue ran towards him, holding a big knife, and chopped off at his head without saying a word.
Without batting an eyelid, he grabbed a handful of cinnabar and sprinkled it.
The dead man seemed to have been splashed with strong acid, and immediately covered his face and fell to the ground.
Another dead man rushed towards Qiao Wei who was in Ji Mingxiu's arms.
Ji Mingxiu did the same thing, grabbed the cinnabar on the ground, waved his sleeve, and burned the dead man back again and again!
After discovering that these two people were difficult to deal with, the two groups switched tactics, with the killer attacking Ji Mingxiu and the dead men besieging and killing Yan Feijue and the others.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Feijue jumped into the carriage, pulled out his crossbow and threw it to Ji Mingxiu.
Ji Mingxiu shot an arrow at Yan Feijue, and Yan Feijue's eyes widened in fright!
I was about to ask you if you were possessed by an evil spirit? Lao Tzu gives you a sword, but you shoot Lao Tzu instead
Unexpectedly, before he could open his mouth in time, the arrow brushed against Yan Feijue's right ear, Yan Feijue trembled all over, and then, he heard screams behind him.
Yan Feijue turned his head to look at the killer on the ground, and patted his heart in fear.
It has to be said that this group of dead soldiers is extremely difficult, although Dansha can restrain them, but they are not stupid, one companion is tricked, two companions are tricked, they know how to avoid this thing.
The little guard carried the jar of cinnabar and sprinkled it for a long time, but not a single hair was sprinkled.
After fighting for a while, both Yan Feijue and Ji Wushuang were defeated, and on Ji Mingxiu's side, the arrows of the crossbow were also used up one by one.
If the fight continues like this, they will be torn apart by these guys sooner or later.
"How long, old grandson?!" Yan Feijue yelled.
The man drew seriously, and said softly: "Hurry up, don't make noise."
"Ah—" a killer raised his sword, roared, and slashed towards the man. When he was about to slash him, his body suddenly froze.
The killer looked down, and saw an umbrella pressing against his stomach. He snorted disdainfully, and held the sword with both hands, intending to cut the unsightly umbrella in half. As soon as he raised his hand, he saw an umbrella. A stream of blood came out of his abdominal cavity.
He turned his head in a daze, and saw that there was a knife point on his back at some point.
He let go of his hand, and the sword fell to the ground.
"Tell me not to make noise." The man withdrew his umbrella without looking at it, and the killer fell into a pool of blood.