Chapter two hundred and fifty second can't think of it
There was a loud rumble, and a thunderstorm poured down without warning.
Qi Zhuji watched as a group of unprepared Tiece Army sergeants rushed into the rain curtain with shouts and screams to pack up some ordnance and utensils that could not be exposed to the rain. Their rapid footsteps soon trampled the camp, causing mud and water to splash everywhere.
The dark sky, hurried figures, lightning that occasionally pierced the sky and the mud splashed on the ground were mixed together, making it extremely chaotic.
Qi Zhuji seemed to be completely aloof from the incident. He looked at these mud-legged sergeants running around in the rain curtain, thinking that he would follow Lin Yi in mischief. Such an army was far from the elite and strong army he imagined he needed.
He even saw a few Tiece Army sergeants shouting and screaming as they stuffed a few bunches of bright red chili peppers into their arms, just for fear that the freshly dried chili peppers would be spoiled by the rain.
Fortunately, now, in addition to being shameless and extorting, the leader of this army has also become a bandit.
No matter whether the prisoner in the prison car is a felon of the imperial court or a personal enemy of a certain prince, the way of robbery is the way of robbery.
If the robbery is accomplished, wouldn't it mean that the prison will be robbed next time and the private treasury of some evil businessmen will also be robbed?
According to Wei Guanxing and Lin Yi's style, these are simply natural and natural things.
But if this calamity fails, if Wei Guanxing and Lin Yi are killed by the master under the prince's throne, then this will probably be passed down through the ages and will be laughed at: a general in the Southern Dynasties who can command tens of thousands of people, in
At the beginning of taking office, he went to rob Tao, and then nothing happened again.
"What the hell weather!"
On the muddy official road, more than a dozen carriages were linked to each other, moving slowly in the heavy rain. In the first carriage, two men in brocade clothes were sitting side by side. There was no curtain in front of the carriage, and the view ahead was unobstructed.
One of the men looked gloomy and was slowly stroking a white jade flute in his hand. The sudden rainstorm made him feel a little unhappy.
"There are unpredictable weather conditions, but there are signs before the thunder. The wind had already carried water vapor earlier, but this heavy rain is bound to come." Another man in brocade clothes was about the same age as him, also in his thirties.
His face, even though he was smiling at this time, looked much more elegant and calm.
And while he was speaking, he slowly raised his head, and there was a strange light flowing in his eyes. The wind and rain in front of him were slowly pushed out by a strange aura that naturally flowed from his body, and actually formed a thin layer of
Water curtain.
The bead-like rainstorm fell on this layer of crystal water curtain, but it could not penetrate. It just flowed down very smoothly like water droplets on a lotus leaf.
"Tonglu's offerings are so different that someone in front of him stopped him."
At this moment, a soft voice reached the ears of everyone in the train. Although the voice was soft, it seemed extremely clear amid the sound of rain.
The man in brocade clothes holding a white jade flute suddenly turned pale. He paused for breath, tried his best to feel, and finally noticed something strange in the rain curtain in front of him. Only then did he realize the meaning of the man in the motorcade, and his face became even brighter.
He became pale, and his fingers began to tremble slightly unconsciously.
The elegant man with a smile next to him still had the same expression, but the curious look in his eyes became stronger.
"Someone actually came to save you?"
The one who made that faint sound in the motorcade was a Taoist priest wearing a red robe.
Emperor Xiao Yan of the Southern Dynasty followed ascetic monks since childhood and was deeply influenced by Buddhism. When he became the governor of Liangzhou, he built a large number of Buddhist temples. Later, when he became the emperor of the Southern Dynasty, he devoted himself exclusively to Buddhism. In the past seven years, only 1,000 Buddhist temples were built.
More than 130 Buddhist temples were built in Kangcheng.
The emperor behaved like this, and his ministers naturally followed suit. Therefore, Buddhism flourished in various places, but Taoist temples fell into depression within a few years. Now throughout the Southern Dynasties, it is rare to see anyone walking upright and wearing Taoist robes, not to mention that most of the previous Taoist sects respected tranquility and inaction.
There are also almost no Taoists who would wear such strong colors when wearing Taoist robes.
This Taoist priest looks to be in his fifties and has a thin figure. However, wearing such a richly colored Taoist robe, he has a calm and majestic aura when he speaks.
He clashes.
A man sitting in the same compartment with him was a little tired. He was wearing a camel-colored cloth robe. His hair was like tangled grass. It seemed that he hadn't been washed for several months. He even had trouble breathing. He often paused suddenly while breathing.
It's like stones popping out of his trachea from time to time, blocking his trachea on its own.
Some of the things on this man looked the same as those of ordinary caravans, and his face was also very delicate, but when he looked up, he had a rough and unruly aura.
"I don't know this, but since you can come to block the road to save me, you are certainly a good friend with some confidence."
Listening to the Taoist's cold voice, he laughed out loud and spoke in a rough tone, "I'm afraid you, the old rabbit in red clothes, will get your butts bruised this time."
"You have been with those vulgar people in the caravan for a long time, so you must always talk like this? You are Liu Queer's disciple after all, are you not afraid of slandering your master's name?" The man was not angry, but just looked away lightly.
He glanced at it.
The man in the caravan was dressed as Shen Kun as Wei Guanxing said. Facing the man's gaze, he also suppressed his smile and said seriously: "You defeated me before, but you relied on the number of people to win.
Of course I look down on him for not using force, but now that someone is intercepting the road, life and death are unpredictable. I would like to ask, Xiao Jinyu, that Shuoshu spent so much effort but did not kill me, and wanted to take me to see him, in the end
What’s the purpose?”
The Taoist in red is extremely well-educated and has no emotional fluctuations. It is just a battle in the world of practitioners. Life and death are indeed only on the thin line. At this time, although he does not know who is coming in the wind and rain, even his perception is not clear.
It gave him a vague feeling of ominous premonition.
"I don't know that."
At this time, the motorcade had completely stopped, and the rain pounded on the roof of the car. The Taoist priest in red shook his head calmly, "Perhaps it is because of the obsession that persists in his heart? What happened to the teacher's sect so many years ago?
You can’t figure it out yourself, so how can I guess it?”
"How much is obsession worth?" Shen Kun sneered, "He is the King of Nanhuang at this time, does he still care about some of the cultivation methods of my master before? The master is dead, not to mention it is not a famous sect.
Is he still obsessed with who is the true heir? There is no junior sister who married me because of the true heir or not, is it possible that he still can't think about it?"
His last sentence about junior sister was naturally a joke, but the red-robed Taoist didn't find it funny.
"Your master and you are just casual cultivators. You have stayed in the caravan for a long time. Naturally, it is also the caravan leader's idea. He only thinks about how much benefit this trip can bring you and how much your cultivation level can be improved. All you think about is
It's as real as a peasant woman's thoughts of food, rice, oil and salt, but you are not a prince, so how do you know what he thinks after he lacks everything?" The Taoist in red lowered his eyelids and said calmly.
Shen Kun was startled, "What you are saying makes sense. After you have eaten enough and have nothing to do, your jaw hurts. I'm afraid you will get bored and do some fucking things."