Chapter 23 023: Master Tian
“I have a small motorcycle, but I never ride it...”
Shen Tang is not honest at all while riding on the back of the motorcycle, and sometimes he sings loudly, Sometimes I pick leaves and flowers. Accompanied by the sound of "ding bell, tinkling bell", the absurd tune echoes, and the singer hums twice when he forgets the words.
“One day I rode to the market on a whim...”
Qi Shan finally couldn’t bear it anymore: “Shen Xiaolangjun, from whom did you learn the ‘le’ among the six arts of a gentleman?”
It's simply misleading.
“Doesn’t it sound good?”
Shen Tang asked sincerely.
Although she didn't have much memory, she vaguely remembered that she should be a singer, the kind that could captivate everyone when she picked up the microphone and sang. She can sing, draw, and is a high-quality female representative of mankind.
(*▽*)
Qishan looked at Shen Tang speechlessly.
The latter's eyes are magnanimous and confident. It is obvious that not only do people not think there is anything wrong with his singing, but they also think there is something wrong with his aesthetics. Qi Shan couldn't figure out where her confidence came from, and said: "There is a saying that is very suitable for the situation - there are folk songs and village flutes."
Shen Tang was confused: "What?"
Qi Shanren smiled and said: "It's hard to listen to the dumb jokes."
Shen Tang: "..."
Her fist is hard!
“It’s all luck that Yuan Liang can grow up so safely, right?”
A good person, but he has a mouth!
"Of course it depends on strength."
Shen Tang: "..."
Seeing that her expression was out of control and her facial features were distorted and displaced, Qi Shan laughed heartily: "Shen Xiaolang, don't be anxious. You are still young. You can still be saved if you learn slowly."
After about an hour, Qi Shan looked up. The sun is shining brightly, and this is the time when the sun is at its most scorching. Not to mention escorting the prisoners on their way, even if they were doing nothing but standing, sweat would overflow uncontrollably and wet their underwear.
"Do you want to speed up your pace?"
Shen Tang said: "If you get too close, you are afraid of being discovered."
Qi Shan: "With the laziness of those soldiers, such a How can you continue on your way in the strong sun? You will probably find a shady place to rest and drink tea to relieve the heat. I am afraid that I will be late and not see the show."
"Yuanliang's words make sense. Then I'll go ahead and watch the hot show. If you don't want to ride a mule, just walk slowly on two legs."
Shen Tang whipped the motorcycle's butt.
The motorcycle hurt and I ran away.
After a while, there was only a small dot left. Faced with Shen Tang's childish "provocation", Qi Shan just smiled and seemed not to care, but then he chanted: "Chasing the wind and watching the scenery. ”
If you spread your wings, you can soar into the sky; if you gallop your feet, you can chase the wind and steal the scenery.
The figure swayed slightly, leaving only an afterimage, as if stepping on the wind, each step was more than three feet away, with a calm expression and a relaxed posture.
Shen Tang: "???"
Qi Shan passed by her and brought up a gust of breeze. In the blink of an eye, the figure had already run dozens of feet away.
Shen Tang: "!!!"
Call the referee, someone is cheating here! ! !
After all, she still suffered from Yan Ling's inexperience. Riding a four-legged motorcycle still couldn't outrun the two-legged Qi Shan.
The sun was so hot that the soldiers escorting the prison van couldn't bear the sun, so they went to rest in a small forest with dense canopy of trees. They gathered in twos and threes in the shade, while a few prison vans were casually exposed to the sun. The prisoners in the prison car were either suffering from sunstroke, their faces were pale, their bodies were weak, or they were suffering from severe whiplash injuries.
The censor Zhongcheng was the most seriously injured.
Tired, sleepy, hungry, thirsty, with smoke coming out of his throat, Yu Shi Zhongcheng even felt that his life force was rapidly passing away.
In order to torture the prisoners, the soldiers did everything they could. The prison cars that escorted them were specially customized according to their height. Some are so tall that the prisoners can only slightly tiptoe to make their necks and wrists comfortable; some are so short that they can neither stand up straight nor sit down, and can only maintain a semi-crouching posture.
No matter what it is, I can't sleep peacefully. After a few days, I can lose half my life without cracking the whip.
Yu Shi Zhongcheng’s prison car is particularly tall.
He could only try to raise his toes to take a good breath, but it wouldn't take long before his heels would fall down again.
Severe injuries, strong emotional release, lack of water, hunger, sleepiness...all the factors combined caused him to have severe hallucinations. His chapped lips moved slightly and he murmured: "Water, water...water... "Just when he was about to faint, his prison car was kicked by someone, and the shaking made him wake up.
"Dad, wake up!" Censor Zhongcheng managed to find some sense and turned to look at his son in the prison car next door - his son's prison car was a short one with room to stretch his legs - his expression was full of worry and surprise, and said : "Dad, look at them."
Them?
Who?
Censor Zhongcheng's reaction was a few beats slow.
He followed his son's line of sight and saw that the soldiers who had just been cooling off in the shade of the trees were getting into trouble one after another. Some people roll with their hands on their heads, or fall to the ground and convulse all over, or have shortness of breath and difficulty, or roll their eyes and foam at the mouth, or lock their teeth and face spasms. There are also a few reactions that are not so serious, but they also kneel on the ground holding their stomachs, and some even The back court was lost and ugly.
As experienced as the censor Zhongcheng, he understood instantly.
My first thought was, these soldiers were poisoned!
The second thought, someone wants to kidnap the prisoner!
This thought cheered him up, and a strong force of survival burst out from deep in his body, prompting him to reluctantly cheer up.
The soldiers were in chaos.
"The water is poisonous!"
"Yes, it is poisonous!"
"Be careful when responding to the enemy!"
Most of the soldiers were poisoned, and only a dozen or so were left before it was too late. Those who drank water escaped. They drew their knives and surrounded the prison car, with panicked expressions on their faces, guarding every direction like frightened birds.
After a few breaths, the surroundings were calm.
Ding bell——
Here it comes!
This thought echoed in the hearts of the soldiers.
But the strange thing is that I can only hear his voice but not see his person.
“Where is the person? Where is he?”
"Filial sons, are you looking for me?"
A strange voice came from behind everyone. They turned around in fright, only to see that the prison car was empty except for a young man with tender cheeks and a thin body holding a sword. . The young man swiped his sword, and the bright sword blade passed by his eyes, and his eyes suddenly hurt.
Blood stained the entire field of vision red.
“Hit the wanderer!”
Shen Tang’s expression was as cold as frost, and he jumped down with his sword in hand.
She used the mother's sword to teach her filial son a lesson, but the prisoners' feet were empty and they fell to the ground. The prison car was already dozens of feet away.
Censor Zhongcheng’s pupils tightened.
"Long time no see, Master Tian."
Censor Zhongcheng turned his head when he heard the sound, but saw a tall young man standing not far away. He put his hands in his sleeves, and the breeze behind him blew his hair, giving him a unique sense of beauty. The young man smiled at himself and nodded, but this smile looked fake.
Master Tian?
Censor Zhongcheng was stunned by this title.
Seeing this, Qi Shan said: "Your Majesty, you forget things, Master Tian."
Censor Zhongcheng's son supported his old father and looked at Qi Shan warily: "This gentleman , you know my father?”
You still call him “Master Tian”?
Censor Zhongcheng was also puzzled.
Do they know each other?
With his knowledge, he can naturally see what method the young man used to rescue him. It was nothing more than constructing the battlefield with "stars and chessboards", and then using "shifting flowers and trees" or other wise generals to mobilize troops. Several of them were replaced.
It’s simple to say, but looking at the distance between the young man and the prison car, the coverage area of the "star-studded" can be as small as a hundred feet in radius - before being attached to any princes, the scribes who could achieve this level by relying on their own strength, How could it be a simple character with no name?
If he knew him, he would definitely have an impression.
I will move into my new home tomorrow. Because I have to get up early to entertain the guests who come to congratulate me, I updated a little early today.
Good night everyone.
(End of this chapter)