756: A blind cat encounters a dead mouse (Part 1) [Please vote for me]
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.
"Zhang Yongqing, this old brat, I underestimate him!"
The left and right asked: "General, what should we do now?"
The man swallowed the blood that surged in his throat, and forced himself to warn several people: "The National Seal can be used to harm people. When I die, you can throw my body farther away, and then run away in the opposite direction... Anyway...
Being able to get rid of the pursuers..."
"But the national seal..."
Several generals were still hesitant.
That thing is the national seal.
Where can I leave 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 were killed in the crusade against him. But when he died, he killed all the soldiers under my command... I
I’ve never seen anything so sinister!”
When the national seal appeared on one's own side, the fool knew with all his ass that this was a conspiracy set by Zheng Qiao - to force them to eat the big fish and eat the small fish, and the small fish to eat the shrimp. When everything is settled, how many of the Dragon Slaying Bureau coalition forces are left?
It's really hard to say for a living person.
Zheng Qiao is dead...
But he also succeeded in bringing 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 sensation in his throat.
pain.
Just at this time--
The man, who was completely weak and groggy, suddenly opened his tiger eyes and shouted: "Who is it? Get out!"
The exhausted soldiers were on guard with their swords in hand.
"Don't panic, Cui has no ill intentions."
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 unsteadily, squinted at the middle-aged scholar and said, "Who are you?"
"My surname is Cui, and I used to serve under Duke Wu."
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, leave your life!"
Middle-aged scholar: "I'm afraid General Qian is weak-minded."
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 hand over the national seal to Cui for safekeeping."
The man scolded: "Fuck you!"
The middle-aged scholar was not upset: "General Qian, if the national seal is placed in your hands, sooner or later it will lead to death. If it is in Cui's hands, no one can detect its traces. Believe it or not, it's up to you!"
"I believe your lies and that's why there are ghosts!"
"The general doesn't believe it, so the oriole..."
He didn't continue, the man already sneered: "There are so many sneaky dogs, what can you hide?"
"Qian, who are you calling a bastard?" Shen Tang showed up angrily. Looking at Qian Yong, who was covered in blood and suffered countless wounds, he mocked rudely, "Youngyou, Uncle Qian, you also have this day.
.Is this considered to be like a lost dog?"
The man, that is, Qian Yong, looked so disgusting that he couldn't even look at it.
He never expected that the person in the dark would be Shen Tang.
Asked: "Shen, why are you here?"
The relationship between Qian Yong and Shen Tang is really not a good one.
There is still a feud between the two.
Looking at the other party's clothes, there were only two people following him, and he immediately thought that Shen Tang was the same as him. He was just gloating about his misfortune, but was interrupted by Shen Tang: "I'm not as unlucky as you, being chased to a desperate situation. I just heard that you
Do you have the national seal in your hand?"
Qian Yong narrowed his eyes: "What, you want it?"
Shen Tang said: "If I want it, 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 picked up, her location is exposed.
She abruptly changed the subject: "Uncle Qian, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you so embarrassed? There are only so many people left?"
When it came to manpower, Qian Yong resisted the urge to burst into tears and 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 by surprise before they could react.
The family business he had worked so hard for so many years was gone!
Qian Yong asked: "What about you?"
Shen Tang said: "We separated because of some things."
Qian Yong smiled maliciously when he heard this, and Shen Tang mercilessly suppressed his intracranial orgasm: "Do you think everyone is as stupid as you? There are so many literati in my account, and together they can't even get a solid eye.
Son, you can’t afford to suffer.”
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.
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. With a dragon's roar, it flew into Shen Tang's palm.
result--
Snap!
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 hide so damn well!"
Shen Tang didn't know why he was like this, so he could 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 it, leave it to Cui."
The pursuers didn't know when they arrived, but the hot potato was finally taken over by a middle-aged scholar. He didn't absorb the national seal, but just tapped the little dragon with the knife fan, and the little dragon hovered on the fan handle. Shen Tang saw
When I hold the fan handle, I feel nothing.
Shen Tang was surprised: "This is?"
The middle-aged scholar said: "Cui's way of being a scholar."
Qian Yong was amazed: "Wu Zhaode suffered a big loss."
Middle-aged scholar: "That's not all he has lost."
Now that the national seal has a place to settle, it is much easier for Qian Yong and his party to escape. When he thinks of Zhang He's face at this moment, he feels relieved, his stomach no longer hurts and his head feels heavy. As long as the national seal does not fall into Zhang He's hands,