Chapter 85 Kill Feng Yichen! (Ask for first decision)
When Feng Yichen, who had disappeared for a long time, appeared at Lao Zhang’s house, the body of the flower-picking thief Jiang Qing had been carried away by the government servants called by Jiang Shouzhong, and the scene was also cleaned up by Qiqi. Eighty-eight.
The rhetoric Jiang Shouzhong provided to the government was very simple.
He and Li Nanshuang were having a gathering at Lao Zhang's house. During this period, Li Nanshuang, who had a sharp eye, discovered at a glance that Jiang Qing was a wanted flower-picking thief, so he beheaded him on the spot, eliminating a major disaster for the people.
As for monsters, not even a word was mentioned.
Before leaving, the new county government chief Shi Jian and other government officials looked at Li Nanshuang with admiring looks that made the girl blush.
I feel like I have become a heroine without doing anything.
Li Nanshuang glanced at the real hero with her beautiful eyes... Under the light, the man's slender figure seemed to be lined with a layer of warm sunlight, glowing with an extremely clear and soft brilliance, indescribably elegant and elegant.
“My braised noodles are really good.”
The corners of the girl’s lips raised, and her pearl-like almond eyes shone with brilliance.
She subconsciously pressed her chest lightly, as if she could still vaguely feel the residual warmth left by the other person's palm.
"He probably didn't touch it. Well, I don't need to be angry."
The girl comforted herself.
Feng Yichen came to Jiang Shouzhong and explained the reason for his disappearance, "I noticed a breath passing by earlier and thought it had something to do with this place, so I chased after him to take a look. It turned out that someone seemed to be being chased. , I was too lazy to get involved in these feuds, so I came back."
Jiang Shouzhong nodded, walked to Zhang's mother's bed, and looked at the old man sadly.
If the old man before was like a candle in the wind, dragging his breath away, then the current Mrs. Zhang is really exhausted and dying.
"Can you..."
Jiang Shouzhong looked at Feng Yichen with hopeful eyes.
Feng Yichen shook his head and sighed, "It stands to reason that the old man can't bear it for a long time. It's a miracle that he can hold on until now. He must be struggling to hold on because he can't let go. Now that the worry is gone, this tone can only hold on I can’t stand it anymore.”
Jiang Shouzhong held Zhang’s mother’s hand, feeling sad.
The snake demon named Meng Niang said before that the dying old man was very sensitive to demonic energy.
After realizing that my granddaughter was possessed by a demonic spirit, I kept holding on, hoping to stop it. It's a pity that I can only watch with helpless eyes, and it is difficult to even remind.
My attempt to save my daughter-in-law today was just a return to the past.
It can be said that without the evil spirit that Wen Zhaodi gave her, the old man would not have been able to persist for so long.
Now that everything is safe, the heavy burden on the old man's heart has naturally been lifted.
It's probably just a matter of these two days.
"Don't worry, Auntie, as long as I'm here, no one can bully Lao Zhang and the others. I will take good care of them."
Jiang Shouzhong promised softly.
In the palm of his hand, the old man's withered hand shook him gently.
It comes from the gratitude deep in the heart of the old man.
......
When I left Lao Zhang's house, it was already the ugly hour, the earth was gloomy, and the night opened its dark mouth like a monster.
The originally fierce wind and snow seemed to stop along with the wind and waves in the hut.
After Wen Zhaodi woke up, Jiang Shouzhong told her everything.
I thought it would take a long time for this woman to calm down after experiencing such an unimaginable change. But after learning that her daughter and her husband were fine, the woman packed her mind and ran to take care of her daughter.
This made Jiang Shouzhong feel a little complicated.
As Li Nanshuang said, this woman's toughness of mind surpasses that of many women.
The experienced Jiang Qing failed to capture her as early as possible, which can be regarded as underestimating Wen Zhaodi's determination and alertness.
At the same time, another guess in Jiang Shou's center was verified.
Why did the monster possessing Zhang Yue'er risk the loss of its soul by forcefully controlling Zhang Yue'er's body in the middle of the night and following Wen Zhaodi to Wufeng Temple.
Of course it's not about women.
But she saw with her own eyes the murderous intention shown by the woman when she put the knife on her body.
In other words, Wen Zhaodi's purpose of carrying the knife was not just for self-defense, but in her heart, she already had the hidden danger of killing Ge Dasheng. Not only for myself, but also for my husband.
Wen Zhaodi is not a fool.
She knows very well that once she is controlled by others, what she will suffer next is endless coercion.
She will be threatened forever, and neither her husband nor daughter will be able to live in peace.
Especially Ge Dasheng is a greedy gambler.
So the woman chose Wufengguan, a very remote location, and the time period of midnight, to ask the other person out.
After seeing that the opponent was really taking advantage of others, he decisively killed the opponent.
“What are you thinking about, braised noodles?”
The girl with the knife beside her patted the man on the shoulder and asked with a smile.
Jiang Shouzhong, who withdrew from his thoughts, smiled and shook his head, and said casually: "It's nothing. I think the moon tonight is round and big, which is good."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth , the man’s expression changed.
Afraid that the girl next to him would think too much, he added verbosely, "I mean the moon."
It was okay not to explain. Li Nanshuang, who had not paid attention to this explanation, immediately reacted, An unnatural bright blush appeared on his face, but fortunately it was night, so it wasn't too embarrassing.
Jiang Shouzhong wished he could slap himself twice.
“Brother Jiang!”
Feng Yichen’s voice came from behind.
The young Taoist priest chased after him and said dissatisfied: "I just went to the hut, why didn't you wait for me? You are so unloyal."
I wanted to beat him up. Li Nanshuang, who loves braised noodles, withdrew her fist and said calmly: "Come to Liumen tomorrow and settle the case."
After saying that, the girl turned and left.
Under the night, the delicate back is like a light spring breeze.
"You really saved me." Jiang Shouzhong breathed a sigh of relief.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are so lucky to have such a beautiful female boss.” Feng Yichen put his arms around each other and winked, “Hurry up, the first to win is the first to win.”
"Go aside."
Jiang Shouzhong pushed the other party away angrily.
Feng Yichen smiled and didn't care, and asked curiously in a low voice: "By the way, I checked around just now and found that Senior Yan was not nearby. Do you know what he was busy with? "
Jiang Shouzhong said lightly: "I don't know."
"Oh."
Feng Yichen lost his voice.
The two walked silently on the night streets, side by side, like intimate partners.
"So, since Mr. Yan is not nearby..."
Finally, Jiang Shouzhong broke the silence, "Are you going to do it right here?"
While speaking, , Jiang Shouzhong picked up the gun in his hand.
Bang!
The other party did not give him the opportunity to use the firearm.
Jiang Shouzhong flew out and hit the wall hard. He coughed out a stream of blood and felt extremely uncomfortable as if his internal organs had been displaced.
Feng Yichen stood with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at Jiang Shouzhong under the shadow of the night.
At this time, he regained his original coolness.
Feng Yichen said with a complicated expression: "Jiang Mo, I don't have any ill intentions towards you. The reason why I went to such great lengths to help your friend today is just because I don't want to owe you anything. I'll take it. Walking Gate River Map, as compensation for you, thank you for keeping them for Zhenxuan Mountain.”
Jiang Shouzhong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at the young Taoist priest who suddenly turned his face, "Why don't you wait for Taozu's enlightenment and approval?"
"It's just a waste of time. Taozu cannot approve you."
Feng Yi Chen walked closer step by step.
Jiang Shouzhong smiled, "No, you took action early because you were afraid, afraid that Daozu would really recognize me. Of the seven masters of the Daomen River Map, Daozu recognized two of them. This ratio is not small."< br>
Feng Yichen did not refute, taking it as acquiescence.
He stretched out his hand, his eyes dark and cold, "Jiang Mo, I appreciate you very much, but I still think you don't deserve the Daomen River Map. So...since you don't want to hand it over, I can only take it myself."
Jiang Shouzhong closed his eyes and softly uttered one word:
"Cut!"
A huge sword shaped like a hosta fell from the sky.
It penetrated everything like a ray of light.
Feeling the familiar pressure, Feng Yichen's expression changed drastically, "So this sword is yours -" Boom!
The giant sword fell with a crash.
Feng Yichen spurted out blood, a crater was made on the ground, and the surrounding area spread like a spider web.
Feng Yichen, who fell in the pit, clutched the sword blade with both hands, blood dripping from his fingers. He turned and shouted to Jiang Shouzhong: "Brother! If you have something to say, say it well! If you have something to say, say it well!"
Jiang Shouzhong endured the pain and stood up, staring at the man with an indifferent expression.
The huge sword body exuded the light of flowing fireflies, constantly superimposing the majestic sword force on the tip of the sword, and pressed it down bit by bit towards Feng Yichen's chest.
“Heaven Waterfall!”
Feng Yichen’s handsome face was ferocious and he roared.
A blazing white long sword flew out of its sheath, trailing a long white light, as powerful as a waterfall in the sky.
The long sword flew towards Jiang Shouzhong.
Sensing that its master was in danger, the Hosta's natal sword flew up decisively and stood in front of Jiang Shouzhong. It glowed brighter and was about to destroy the opponent's sword in a way that would destroy both the jade and the stone.
This natal sword can only be used twice.
This is the second time.
“Go back!”
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of Jiang Shouzhong.
The majestic Tianpu Sword lost control of its owner in an instant and returned to its scabbard tremblingly.
Yan Changqing pinched his fingers and took back Ye Zhuchan's natal sword.
The sword body returns to the shape of a hosta.
The cracks are more obvious.
Feng Yichen got up from the ground in embarrassment after escaping, wiped the red blood around his mouth, and was about to speak, but Yan Changqing waved his hand, and Feng Yichen hit the wall like a sandbag.
With a rumble, the wall cracked and collapsed.
The next moment, Feng Yichen was pulled out by the invisible force again and smashed to the ground.
The young Taoist priest spurted out blood again.
The blood solidified in the air, turned into a small long sword, pierced his body, and pushed forward bit by bit.
Soon, Feng Yichen turned into a bloody man.
Looking at the young Taoist priest who was no longer as free and unrestrained as before, Yan Changqing's eyes were cold, "Sword practitioners should be open-minded, how can they go back on their word! Do you feel that you are the chief disciple of Zhenxuan Mountain, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the sect in the future? Will your masters and uncles clean up any mess for you?"
Feng Yichen smiled sadly and looked directly at Yan Changqing, "I have a clear conscience."
"Let him go. "
Jiang Shouzhong looked at Feng Yichen and said, "You helped me a lot today and saved my brother's family. This kindness can be offset by one life. "
Jiang Shouzhong knew it very well.
Right now, it is not suitable for me to form a deadly feud with Zhenxuan Mountain.
After all, the two sides are not of the same size.
The important thing is that if it were not for Feng Yichen today, he would not be able to carry out the dream test, nor could he save Wen Zhaodi and reverse the tragedy.
So he was very grateful for this kindness.
Yan Changqing hesitated for a moment, waved his hand to scatter the bloody sword on the other party, and said to Jiang Shouzhong: "I will take him to Zhenxuan Mountain and have a good chat with those old guys. Protect yourself these days, if you can." , let your boss protect you."
"You will be fine." Jiang Shouzhong was worried.
Yan Changqing laughed dumbly, "If you don't understand the truth, use your fists. If your fists don't make sense, just run away. In addition, keep this natal sword with me for now, and I will try to repair it for you."
< br>Jiang Shouzhong's eyes lit up, "Okay, no problem."
Yan Changqing didn't waste any more nonsense, and disappeared on the street with the bloody man Feng Yichen.
Jiang Shouzhong, who had gone from being a couple to being alone, rubbed his cheeks, looked up at the starry sky with some sadness, and murmured: "The next step is the Water Moon Dream Mirror. I don't know if I have passed the test."
< br>The man was in an extremely depressed mood.
If you fail the first test, you will probably be a corpse the next day.
......
Back in his deserted home, Jiang Shouzhong did not go to sleep immediately to wake up the dream mirror. He just sat on a chair and stared at the window with the hazy moonlight, quietly in a daze.
One is worry, and the other is lack of sleepiness.
His heartstrings have been tense these days. He is practicing, seeing monsters, and having various accidents frequently. The fatigue has almost penetrated into his bone marrow, and sleep cannot relieve it.
Now that Lao Zhang has finally solved a major hidden danger, Jiang Shouzhong feels much more relaxed.
After the case is concluded tomorrow, I will have a good rest for a few days.
Of course, the premise is that the Ten Nightmare Dreams pass the test.
The cabin was dark and silent.
Jiang Shouzhong remembered that when he was in Anhe Village in the past, if he didn't feel sleepy during his free time, he would be like this now. He was used to staying quietly in a dark room alone in a daze.
I don’t think about anything, I just relax my mind and be in a daze.
After I got a wife, I didn’t change this habit.
It’s just that the lithe girl who likes to wear red will occasionally pop out from a corner on purpose, and then scream “The ghost is coming” in a low voice to scare men.
The more times it happened, Jiang Shouzhong seemed to have a feeling.
Before the girl jumped out to scare him, he looked at the corner where the other party was hiding and smiled slightly, "Come out."
Then the girl in the red dress appeared angrily, with her hands on her hips.
It wasn't until the man seemed to be really frightened that he raised his hands and shouted "Spare the female ghost", then the girl smiled broadly and deliberately put on a face that she thought was scary but was actually very cute and cute. Hummed: "Coward!"
Time after time, it seems that I will never get tired of it, never be bored, and never be boring.
He likes to see her happy and cute look.
She likes to see him being "scared" by her.
The love for each other when we were teenagers was pure and very lucky. No matter whether this relationship will become bitter or astringent in the future, at least it was sweet at that moment.
At least at that moment, they will feel that the four words "Eternal Life" are not that difficult to write.
Sister Ye once said that the most difficult thing about a relationship is not waiting, but letting go.
Letting go means that goodbye is just a passerby.
"Hong'er..."
Jiang Shouzhong's lips moved slightly and he murmured silently, "Have you let go?"
The man felt very sleepy and tired.
But he didn’t want to lie on the bed and sleep, so he just leaned on the back of the chair and squinted his eyes.
Feeling the two little golden figures opening up the acupoints.
In a trance, the girl's ethereal figure appeared in front of him, holding her hands behind her back, smiling sweetly, and said in a naughty but tender tone: "Brother Xiao Jiang, wake up quickly, that's just It’s just a dream.”
Is it really a dream?
The man was happy and scared.
I am happy because this is just a dream, Hong'er has not left, and Sister Ye has not died.
The neighbor in the village, the carpenter grandpa, would sit under the eaves and enjoy the cool air as usual, carrying a wine gourd and humming a tune.
Sister-in-law Lin, who was born with a loud voice, would chase her naughty son with a rolling pin. The tan-skinned calf will compete with his friends on the sand outside the courtyard with newly caught crickets.
Girl Ying, who blushes when she speaks, is washing clothes by the river with a wooden basin. She occasionally takes a sneak peek and hesitates whether to give away the carefully packed insoles...
None of these living villagers are dead. The small village is still peaceful and peaceful, filled with smoke.
But Jiang Shouzhong was still scared.
He was afraid he wouldn't be able to wake up.
However, Jiang Shouzhong finally woke up, but what faced him was the cold and lonely darkness.
The man’s eyes were moist.
By some strange coincidence, he turned to look at the corner of the hut in the darkness and whispered, "Come out."
No one responded.
The cabin remained quiet.
But the next second, a woman holding a knife slowly walked out from the corner.
The tip of the knife is cold.
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