Jiang Sheng and the three of them all looked at the scholar's waist.

At his waist was a knife-fan with simple patterns.

The scholar lowered his head and glanced down. He picked up the fan with a smile and covered 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 used to fan the cool breeze, but is often used to cover the face to protect from the sun. It is worth it. It’s not worth much, maybe those jackals didn’t take notice of it.”

The knife fan is also known as the Jiuhua fan. The surface of the fan is mostly made of bamboo strips. Its use is relatively trivial. It is not common among the people, but some maverick literati like it very much. To put it simply, this thing is easy to use. Rather pretentious and stylish.

The bandits who robbed them naturally looked down upon them.

Shen Tang looked away when he heard this, not interested.

She was not interested, but Jiang Sheng was uncharacteristically looking at the middle-aged scholar for a long time, making him unable to ignore it 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: "Sir, look at me like this. very?"

Jiang Sheng did not feel the slightest embarrassment of being caught in the act. Instead, he smiled and started chatting: "When Jiang was young, he learned some physiognomy from talented people and strangers. After studying it for so many years, although he is not proficient, he is still good at it. Learn a little bit about it..."

"Is there something wrong with my appearance?"

Accompanied by the occasional crackling sound from the campfire, Jiang Sheng said seriously and seriously: "It is indeed a bit strange... I have seen countless people over the years, but this is the first time I have seen Mr. so strange. Don’t know whether to talk about it or not?”

The scholar consulted Shen Tang and the other three, but none of them minded, so he took off his wet coat to dry it, and squatted by the bonfire with only his inner coat on to warm himself up. Hearing Jiang Sheng say that he had a strange appearance, he was suspicious Somewhat hopeful: "Sir, please speak quickly."

Ning Yan, who was using firewood to stir up the bonfire to make it strong, stopped for a moment. She secretly looked at Jiang Sheng with her peripheral vision, wondering why the other party suddenly did this. You must know that the three of them concealed their identities. It is not appropriate to be completely exposed before they are completely safe. identity.

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 the person's face? Ning Yan put down the firewood and baked a few more cakes, but her ears secretly Chief, eavesdrop on the conversation.

Jiang Sheng took a closer look at the middle-aged scholar.

Asked: "Sir, has your fortune been sluggish these past few years?"

The middle-aged scholar nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I have been having bad luck. I don't know which god I have offended..."

Jiang Sheng asked: "Sir, have you encountered war wherever you go in the past few years? Even if you avoid man-made disasters and finally live in peace 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.

He said ecstatically: "Yes, yes, they all hit the mark."

Jiang Sheng looked at his face again, pretending to count with his fingers, and then asked: "Mr. got married when he was young, and he and his wife had a deep love for each other. They gave birth to three children. But they separated for some reason, and now they have not seen their children for many years. Yes or no?"

The middle-aged scholar wanted to grab Jiang Sheng's hand.

God, so awesome!

Jiang Sheng asked again: "Judging from your appearance, your official career has not been going well in recent years. Your colleagues have been quarreling with you, and your boss is unwilling to re-employ you?"

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly asked: "Is there a way to change the situation?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head slowly.

The middle-aged scholar couldn't hide the disappointment on his face: "Mr. Cai just said that Cui has a weird face, where do you start with this?"

Jiang Sheng sighed: "This is what Jiang thinks is weird. With his appearance, he should have made a great success long ago, but now he is still like a stranded dragon... How can he be so depressed? That's why Jiang has this question...

"

Shen Tang became somewhat interested after hearing these words.

"Flying dragon stranded?"

The middle-aged scholar stood up, bowed deeply to Jiang Sheng, and sincerely asked for advice: "Sir, please give me some advice to save Mr. Cui."

Jiang Sheng said: "Well, to untie the bell, you still need the person who tied it."

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly asked: "Who is the person who tied the bell?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "I don't know."

But looking at Jiang Sheng's expression, it was obvious that it wasn't that he didn't know but that he was unwilling 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, but the middle-aged scholar raised his hand.

Press him down and volunteer.

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 beheading Zheng Qiao's head gave him a key opportunity to complete his way of being a scribe, but the current situation was tense and there was no time for him to quietly retreat and make a breakthrough.

.

"This man is the best I have ever seen."

Although I didn't see this person's face clearly, I remembered 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 guy who liked to hold a knife all year round.

Slap the liberal scribes who run around.

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 while tearing the pancake apart: "Know?"

Jiang Sheng said: "It's from Wu Zhaode's tent."

Jiang Sheng didn't care about the person who had been mentioned once or twice by others, but this person had helped Zhao Wei on the battlefield - Zhao Wei had a special status under Shen Tang's tent, and he had to take care of Zhao Feng in order to save his face - middle-aged

The 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 going on 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 going well. 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: "Mostly."

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. He frowned for some reason. Jiang Sheng asked him why he was sighing. The middle-aged scholar sighed: "I just went to collect firewood and saw several people cooking in a pot."

It’s minced meat, so it’s 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 disaster."

Jiang Sheng said: "Unfortunately, we are on different paths."

The middle-aged scholar did not ask where the three of them were going. They all said different ways, so there was no need to ask further. In the blink of an eye, it was already midnight, and nearby refugees were curled up sleeping on the ground, snoring one after another. Shen Tang and the other three also had to close their eyes.

repose.

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 it.

The next moment, Shen Tang said: "Someone is coming."

The sound of horse hooves gradually approached.

The conditions in the wilderness were difficult, and the refugees did not sleep deeply. Soon some people were awakened and hurriedly pushed their fellow travelers around them. They did not know what had happened, but the sound of horse hooves was to them like an arrow shot through the air to a bird.

…

As soon as there is any movement, flee the place immediately.

But the sound of horse hooves came from far to near, and then from near to far.

He must have happened to be passing by, and everyone was in 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 still find some blood drops in the path of these war horses. They are ticking and steaming. The people on the horses are all injured.

, 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 hard.

The man on the horse groaned and fell off the horse.

"General!"

The others stopped one after another, and 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 had a vague tendency to shrink, but with this amount of bleeding, sooner or later he would be dragged to death.

"Don't make any noise——"

The injured man barely opened his heavy eyelids.

Qi Ruo Yousi said: "Help me go aside."

Dozens of people stopped at a sheltered spot 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: "There is no need to work in vain... I know my own body well. I am afraid that I will have to step through this level."

Don’t go there.”

Everyone was covered in dried or semi-dried blood, and pieces of meat from unknown persons could be found on their bodies. Anyone who was not blind knew how hard they had gone through before. For men, injuries were not a big problem, as high-level warriors had the ability to recover.

It's a perversion. The trouble is the pursuers who are chasing after you. Once they catch up, you will definitely end up meeting the Lord of Hell.

As he said this, the man beat the ground and cursed.
To be continued...