Chapter 756 Chapter 756: The Blind Cat Meets the Dead Mouse (Part 1) [Please vote]
The eyes of Jiang Sheng and the other three fell on the scholar’s waist.
A knife-fan with simple patterns was pinned to his waist.
The scholar looked down and smiled, picking up the fan and covering half of his face: "The square should not be square, and the circle should not be regular. This fan is called Jiuhua. It is not a fan to cool off. Use a face covering to protect yourself from the sun. Is it worth the money? Some jackals may not have noticed it.”
The knife fan is also known as the Jiuhua fan. The fan surface is mostly made of bamboo strips, and its use is relatively useless. This thing is not common among the people, and some unique literary minds The scribe liked it very much. To put it simply, this thing is more pretentious and stylish when used.
The bandits who robbed him naturally looked down upon him.
After hearing this, Shen Tang withdrew his gaze and was not interested.
She was not interested, but Jiang Sheng was uncharacteristically staring at the middle-aged scholar for a long time, making him unable to ignore him even if he wanted to. The scholar had no choice but to raise his hand and touch his face, and asked Jiang Sheng straight to the point: "Why are you looking at me like this, sir?"
Jiang Sheng did not feel embarrassed at all about being caught, but instead started chatting with a smile: "When Jiang was young, he learned a little bit about the art of fortune-telling from talented people and strangers. After studying it for so many years, although he is not proficient, he has also learned a little bit about it..."
"It's my facial features that make me happy." Question? ”
Accompanied by the occasional popping sound from the bonfire, Jiang Sheng said seriously and seriously: "It is indeed a bit weird... I have seen countless people over the years, but this is the first time I have seen Mr. so weird. I don’t know if I should talk about it or not?”
The scholar consulted Shen Tang and the others, but none of them minded, so he took off his wet coat and dried it, and sat down by the campfire with only his shirt on. Hearing Jiang Sheng say that he had a weird face, he was suspicious and a little hopeful: "Sir, tell me quickly."
Ning Yan, who was stirring the bonfire with firewood to make it strong, stopped for a moment and secretly looked at Jiang with her peripheral vision. Sheng, I don’t know why the other party suddenly did this. You must know that the three of them conceal their identities, and it is not appropriate to completely reveal their identities before they are completely safe.
The origin of this middle-aged scholar is unknown...
You should keep your distance.
However, Jiang Sheng's way of being a scribe is to "look at the Qi", and he can tell a person's fortune at a glance, and now he has perfected it... 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 secretly grew to eavesdrop on the conversation.
Jiang Sheng took a closer look at the middle-aged scholar.
Ask: "Sir, has your fortune been sluggish in the past few years?"
The middle-aged scholar nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I have been having bad luck, and I don't know who I have offended. God..."
Jiang Sheng asked: "Sir, have you encountered war wherever you go in recent years? Even if you avoid man-made disasters and survive for two years, you will still encounter natural disasters such as drought and floods? ”
The middle-aged scholar slapped his thigh with the handle of his knife fan.
Excitedly said: "Yes, yes, they all hit."
Jiang Sheng looked at his face again, pinched his fingers to calculate as if pretending, and then asked: "Mr. They got married and had a deep love for each other. They had three children. But they separated for some reason and have not seen their children for many years, right? "
The middle-aged scholar wanted to grab Jiang Sheng's hand.
God, so awesome!
Jiang Sheng asked again: "Judging from his appearance, my career has not been going well in recent years. His colleagues have been estranged from him, and his boss is unwilling to re-employ him?"
The middle-aged scholar asked hurriedly: "Is there a way to change the situation?"< br>
Jiang Sheng shook his head slowly.
The middle-aged scholar could not hide the disappointment on his face: "Mr. Cai just said that Cui has a weird face, where does that start?"
Jiang Sheng sighed: "This is Jiang. What I find strange is that with his appearance, he should have reached great heights long ago, but now he is still looking like a stranded flying dragon... How could he be so depressed? That's why Jiang has this question..."
Shen 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: "Please give me some advice, sir, to save Cui."
Jiang Shengdao : "Well, to untie the bell, one must tie the bell."
The middle-aged scholar hurriedly asked: "Who is the bell tier?"
Jiang Sheng shook his head: "I don't know."
But looking at Jiang Sheng's expression, it was obviously not that he didn't know but that he refused to reveal the secret. The middle-aged scholar seemed anxious, but he couldn't force Jiang Sheng. The firewood burned quickly, and Jiang Sheng wanted to get up to pick up more. The middle-aged scholar raised his hand and pressed him down, volunteering.
There are so many refugees that we have to go far to collect firewood.
As soon as the middle-aged scholar left, Shen Tang spoke.
“Why did Xianden tease this person?”
Jiang Sheng's way of being a scribe can only look at a person's fortune, but not so many details. Although killing Zheng Qiao's head gave him a key opportunity to perfect his way as a scribe, the current situation was tense and there was no time for him to quietly retreat and break through.
“This man is better than ever.”
Although I didn’t see this man’s face clearly, I remember his fan. I remember that before Zhao Feng returned to Wu Xian, he had chatted with several brothers and friends. Among them, the one who complained the most was a literary scholar who liked to run around with a knife and fan all year round.
Zhao Feng also boasted that this person was not as talented as Qin Li, but for some reason, the lord Wu Xian didn't like him very much.
Shen Tang paused as he tore the pancake apart: "Know?"
Jiang Sheng said: "He is from Wu Zhaode's tent."
Jiang Sheng didn't care about the person who had been mentioned a few words by others, but this person had helped Zhao Wei on the battlefield - Zhao Wei had a special status under Shen Tang's tent. He had to take care of Zhao Feng even if he wanted to save his face - the middle-aged scholar's actions could not be hidden from him.
Shen Tang glanced at the direction in which the middle-aged scribe was leaving, and then looked back: "Wu Xian's soldiers and horses should not be nearby. How could he be here? How could he meet us by chance?"
Is there something fishy here?
Shen Tang said: "Do you want to do him?"
His tone was as calm as if he was saying there were no stars tonight.
Jiang Sheng shook his head: "His official career is indeed not smooth. He is separated from Wu Zhaode. He may not be sent by Wu Zhaode."
In fact, this possibility is very low.
Jiang Sheng is more inclined to believe that the two have completely broken up.
Shen Tang: "Did he recognize our identities?"
Jiang Sheng said: "Most likely."
If you just meet by chance, there is no need to alert the snake.
After a few words, the middle-aged scholar came back with a small bundle of firewood, frowning for some reason. Jiang Sheng asked him why he sighed, and the middle-aged scholar sighed: "I just went to collect firewood and saw several people cooking a pot of minced meat in the pot, so I felt sad."
The meat at this time is not serious meat.
Jiang Sheng asked the middle-aged scholar: "Where do you want to go, sir?"
The middle-aged scholar said: "Go south to avoid trouble."
Jiang Sheng said: "Unfortunately, we are on different paths."
The middle-aged scholar did not ask the three of them where they were going, and they all said different things. There is no need to ask further. In the blink of an eye, it was already midnight, and nearby refugees were huddled on the ground sleeping, snoring one after another. Shen Tang and the others should also close their eyes and rest their minds.
As a result, in the middle of the night, the three of them opened their eyes at the same time.
The middle-aged scholar has disappeared.
Shen Tang frowned: "When did you leave?"
She didn't even notice.
The next moment, Shen Tang said: "Someone is coming."
The sound of horse hooves gradually approached.
The conditions in the wild were difficult, and the refugees did not sleep deeply. Soon some people were awakened and hurriedly pushed the fellow travelers around them. They didn’t know what was happening, but the sound of horse hooves was to them what an arrow piercing the sky was to a bird...
As soon as there is any movement, flee immediately.
But the sound of horse hooves came from far to near, and then from near to far.
It must have been a coincidence that everyone was passing by and gave a false alarm.
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 carefully, you can also find some blood beads in the path of these war horses. Tick tick tick, steaming. Everyone on the horse was 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 stuffed the intestines that leaked out of the wound back into his stomach from time to time.
Although he frowned, he never shouted.
Finally, I don’t know how long I have been running.
The man on the horse groaned and fell off the horse.
"General!"
The rest of the people stopped one after another. The nearest soldier jumped off the horse and struggled to help the man up from the ground. The man's intestines did not continue to flow out, and the wound seemed to be shrinking, but with this amount of bleeding, sooner or later the man would be killed.
"Don't make any noise——"
The injured man barely opened his heavy eyelids filled with lead.
Qi Ruoyousi said: "Help me go aside."
Dozens of people stopped at a hidden place by the stream.
They laid the man down, and those who still had strength grabbed the man's wrist and injected martial energy. Not long after, the man stopped him with a voice: "No need to work in vain... I know my own body well. I'm afraid I won't be able to pass the first level." Everyone was covered in dried or semi-dried blood, and pieces of unknown flesh could be found on their bodies. Anyone who was not blind knew how hard they had gone through before. For men, injuries are not a big problem. The recovery ability of high-level brave warriors is abnormal. The trouble is the pursuers who are chasing after them. Once they catch up, they will inevitably end up meeting the Lord of Hell.
As he spoke, the man beat the ground and cursed.
"Zhang Yongqing, this old boy, I underestimate him!"
The left and right asked: "General, what should we do now?"
The man swallowed the feeling in his throat. With blood on his face, he forced himself to warn a few people: "The national seal can harm people if you hold it. When I die, you can throw my body far away and then run away in the opposite direction... You can always get rid of the pursuers... …”
"But the national seal..."
Several soldiers were still hesitant.
That thing is the national seal.
Where can I put it without being robbed of my head?
The man said angrily: "The national seal is a piece of shit. Damn it, this is a life-threatening thing. This bitch Zheng Qiao... Not many people died in the crusade against him. But if he died, I would kill all my soldiers." It’s all gone…I’ve never seen anyone so sinister!”
When the national seal appeared on the side of one's own forces, the fool knew with his buttocks that this was a conspiracy set by Zheng Qiao - to force them to eat the small fish, and the small fish to eat the shrimp. When everything is settled, it's hard to say how many people are left alive in the Dragon Slaying Bureau coalition forces.
Zheng Qiao is dead...
But he also managed to bring hundreds of thousands of people to be buried with him!
Thinking of this, the man wanted to curse again.
As soon as he uttered a word, he was choked by the blood rising in his throat and coughed repeatedly. One of his confidants advised him not to be too angry, and the other helped him stuff the popped out intestines back. It took the man a while to suppress the burning pain in his throat.
At this moment——
The man, who was weak and groggy, suddenly opened his tiger eyes and shouted: "Who? Get out!"
Exhausted The soldiers were on guard with their swords in hand.
"Don't panic, Cui doesn't mean any harm."
The knife fan brushed aside the hanging vines, and a person walked out.
A seemingly frail middle-aged scholar.
The injured man turned into a weapon, stood up staggeringly, squinted at the middle-aged scholar and said, "Who are you?"
"My surname is Cui, I used to work for Wu Under the public account."
The man sneered: "Wu Zhaode's subordinates."
The middle-aged scholar shook his head: "Not anymore."
The man had a bad temper: "I don't care if you are, if you are passing by, get out, if you are not passing by, stay alive!"
Middle-aged scholar: "General Qian is afraid that he is weak-minded."
< br>The man grunted, and sat back down on the ground exhausted. The soldier who was still able to move held a knife against the middle-aged scholar.
The two sides faced off for a while.
The middle-aged scholar said: "Cui can solve the general's danger."
The man just sneered, obviously not believing what the other person said.
But he asked: "How can you explain it?"
The middle-aged scholar said: "General Qian's sufferings are all due to the national seal. The general can give the national seal to Cui Someone kept it."
The man scolded: " "Fuck you!"
The middle-aged scholar was not upset: "General Qian, if the national seal is placed in your hands, it will lead to death sooner or later. If it is in Cui's hands, no one can detect it." Traces. Believe it or not, it’s up to you!”
"It's only when I believe your lies that there is a ghost!"
"The general doesn't believe it, then the oriole..."
He didn't continue, the man already sneered: "Sneaky There are so many dog things, what can you hide?”
“Qian, you? Who are you calling a dead dog?" Shen Tang showed up angrily, looking at Qian Yong who was covered in blood and suffered countless wounds, and laughed rudely, "Hey, Uncle Qian, you are like a lost dog today. ?”
The man, that is, Qian Yong’s face is so disgusting that he can’t even look at it.
He never expected that the person in the dark would be Shen Tang.
Ask: "Shen, why are you here?"
The relationship between Qian Yong and Shen Tang is not really good.
There is still a grudge between the two.
Looking at the other party's attire and being followed by only two people, I immediately thought that Shen Tang was the same as me. But before he could gloat about his misfortune, he was interrupted by Shen Tang: "I am 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: "What, you want it?"
Shen Tang said: "I want it, and you will give it to me?"
Qian Yong sneered.
"Chief Shen wants to be buried with me, how can I refuse?"
Shen Tang: "..."
Qian Yong dares to give it now, but Shen Tang doesn't dare to accept it.
Once she takes it, her position is exposed.
She changed the subject stiffly: "Uncle Qian, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you in such a mess? There are only so many people left?"
Qian Yong held back tears when he mentioned manpower. Impulsively, he said bitterly: "It's not because of that guy Zhang Yongqing!"
When the national seal was being delivered, his soldiers and horses were very close to Zhang He, and they were attacked before he could react. sneak attack.
The family business he had worked so hard for so many years was all gone!
Qian Yong asked back: "What about you?"
Shen Tang said: "We separated because of some things."
Qian Yong smiled maliciously when he heard this, and Shen Tang pinched her ruthlessly Destroy his head Inner climax: "Do you think everyone is as idiotic as you? There are so many literati and scribes under my account, but together they can't even make a solid one, and they can't bear the loss."
Qian Yong: "..."
He was afraid that he died not from blood loss, but from anger!
Shen Tang looked at the defeated soldiers beside him and sighed: "Hand over the national seal, at least you can still save a life."
The next moment, a bloody object hit him head on. Come.
Shen Tang: "..."
Good guy, are you serious?
The moment the national seal separated from Qian Yong, it turned into a small dragon with an illusory figure. A dragon roar flew into Shen Tang's palm.
Result——
Crack!
Xiaolong was bounced by a dazzling light and fell to the ground.
Silence, embarrassment, speechlessness.
The national seal was rejected, and Xiaolong curled up in frustration.
Qian Yong looked at Shen Tang with a faint look, and said meaningfully: "You Shen Youli, you are so damn deep!"
Shen Tang didn't know why he was like this. I can only smile awkwardly.
At this time, a pair of deep eyes fell on Shen Tang.
The owner of the sight is the middle-aged scholar.
He said: "If you can trust me, leave it to Cui."
I don't know when the pursuers arrived, but this hot potato was finally taken over by the middle-aged scholar. He did not absorb the national seal, but just used The knife fan tapped the little dragon, and the little dragon hovered above the fan handle. Shen Tang looked at the fan handle and felt nothing.
Shen Tang was surprised: "This is?"
The middle-aged scholar said: "Cui's way of being a scholar."
Qian Yong was surprised: "Wu Zhaode suffered a big loss ”
Middle-aged scholar: "That's not all he has lost."
With the national seal having a place to settle, it is much easier for Qian Yong and his party to escape. When he thought of Zhang He's face at this moment, he felt relieved, his stomach no longer hurt, and his head no longer felt heavy. As long as the national seal does not fall into Zhang He's hands, any cat or dog will do!
ヽ(ー_ー)ノ
The middle-aged scholar’s way of being a scribe should be quite easy to follow.
(End of this chapter)