Fan Qing asked a few words, and then said, "Where is that Zhuangzi?"
Fan Jingcheng said: "It's on the outskirts of Beijing, but there are thousands of Jin Yiwei guarding that place, it's not easy to break in."
Fan Qing was proud: "It's just a group of black people, how difficult it is! Take me!"
Fan Jingcheng groaned: "Well, then we pretend to be out of the city first, and then wait for the night, I will take you over."
So the three went downstairs.
As soon as they went out, a man who was lying on the table downstairs immediately stood up and swayed around.
Tang Shijin's report, it is true ... the slot is too good.
Fan Jing's achievement is enough. I did not expect that it was the most brainy of these three people!
Listening to the farts he put, he obviously felt that he had no wrong children, so he only educated a few lightly educated!
Tang Shijin and Yan Bai said: "I said they are arrogant, do you still say no, now see?"
Yan Baiyu is also speechless: "Indeed, it's ridiculous!"
Tang Shijin: "So, there is a problem with that kung fu. It is estimated that it has been a headache for many years, so I smell a little bit of smelling, and even the rice can cure the disease.
Don't let it go. If you talk about, if you come to ask us well, what can't be taught? But now ... it is like this, let's not teach! "
Yan Bai nodded, and he asked, "What should I do, I am the next time I am a god of machine camp?"
Tang Shijin: "Don't, don't use the excitement first."
Now I don’t know how many people in that place, how much kung fu is high, can they fight ... Of course, it is easy to kill them this time.
How are people pretty good?
Breast the life, then it is stiff.
The point is that she and Yan Baiyi felt that a place where An Ninghou stayed for so long and so maintained was not so brainless.
Tang Shijin stood up: "I'll go one trip. Play with Li Daitao stiff."
Yan Bai said: "I'll accompany you."
So Tang Shijin called Tang Jiuyi two, and the two went out.
That Zhuangzi is actually not close. When Fan Jingcheng arrives, it will be overnight.
The three did not even change their clothes, so they had a big piercing. The place was indeed guarded, and the granary was alert.
Fan Qing didn't care, and after a few glances, he said, "Success is injured, and it is inconvenient to do it.
The previous temple will be closed. "
Both of them felt that this arrangement was good, and Fan Jingcheng said: "Be careful," he paused, and said, "Little aunt, you are careful."
Fan Qinglian whispered, and Fan Jingcheng pulled away.
After a while, I saw a fire head in the distance, and somehow: "Water! Water!"
Their kung fu is very good! Even if it is not to him, it is by no means as vulnerable as he imagined!
He was lightened for a while, but he was forced to retreat!
Fan Qing sowed, and wanted to return temporarily, but Fan Qinglian misunderstood his meaning, jumped from the wall, and joined the battle.
Van Qing drew a sinking voice: "Retire first!"
Before speaking, someone took a shot and took a few steps directly. Van Qinglian exclaimed, never dared to love war, attack several steps, repelled everyone, and helped him.
Speed down the wall.
The toes were just dipped in the ground, and a figure flashed in front of the eyes, and a palm patted on Fan Qinglian.
Van Qinglian vomited blood on the spot, and Van Qing had to fight back, and then the two were busy like a bereavement dog, rushing away ... Jin Yiwei still chased for a long time, couldn't catch up, and then retreated.
Until the middle of the night, the three talents finally met.
Fan Jingcheng was carrying half a bag of rice on his shoulders, and he saw two people at first sight, and said anxiously: "Hey, aunt! Are you okay?"
Fan Qing had to press his chest: "We are all injured!"
Fan Jingcheng was stunned: "How can they hurt you!?"
He squatted down and held Van Qinglian: "Auntie, how are you?"
Fan Qinglian shook his head slightly without answering.
Fan Jing became distressed, and he took out the holy medicine she gave before, and fed her mouth. Fan Qinglian snorted, and looked at him with watery eyes. I didn't know what to say for a while.
Fan Qing looked at his eyes, his brows frowned.
The holy medicine is rare, and it is also scarce in Zongmen. It is used to save lives.
Now he doesn't have it. His injuries are heavier than Van Qinglian, but this medicine is Van Qinglian, and he has nothing to eat. He has no choice.
He paused for a while: "Successfully, the person who had been recruited before, is it better?"
Fan Jingcheng thought about it: "It's good, at least better than those on the rivers and lakes, but it is not as good as me, but later, the shadow guard around Tang Shijin, as well as her big apprentice, would have to be higher than one.
Although I have no love war, I think the shadow's kung fu should not be worse than me. "
Fan Qing took a long breath.
The Kung Fu of Galo Mountain is not very old. The kung fu of the two of them is not even at the same time, but it is much higher than the rivers and lakes.
high?
Fan Jingcheng said: "Is it because of the previous things, so the emperor sent a shadow guard?"
"Not like," Fan Qing was extremely arrogant, and closed his eyes: "Those soldiers, the kung fu, the two officials are higher, one looks higher, and the one looks like the head.
Master, I was at first the enemy, I lost the opportunity. "
Fan Jingcheng frowned, and suddenly thought about what: "Wait for me to cook some rice, see if it is useful!"
Van Qing was stunned: "How can you have rice?"
Fan Jingcheng said: "The place where I set fire was their barracks. When I went to the stove room to find the fire, I saw the small half bag of rice, the handwriting of the royal granary ... Obviously they stole it, and I still by the way, I still by the way
I brought the pot too. "
While talking, he picked up Chaihe everywhere, gave birth to fire, then found the water, put the rice in and cooked.
The two looked at it quietly.
Fan Jingcheng has gone away. In the woman's affairs, he was extremely gentle and thoughtful. In the past, he cut the wood and made a bowl, a spoon, and couldn't help but add firewood to the fire.
Until the rice was boiled, it was a bit cool, and the sky was on. Fan Jingcheng poured half a bowl of rice porridge, and gave Van Qinglian, and took the rough wooden spoon to Van Qing.
"Oh, our men make together."
Fan Qing just nodded.
Fan Qinglian was holding a delicate bowl, and took a small spoon to taste elegantly, and said lightly: "It's just that."
Fan Jingsheng smiled urgently: "Auntie, when you see Cheng'er cooked for a long time, you can enjoy a few more sips."
"You!" Fan Qinglian glanced at him: "You mouth is slippery, it seems that it can't be changed."
Fan Jingcheng called wrongdoing: "I am a kind of kindness, why did I get my tongue?"
While talking, Van Qing had a few mouthfuls, saying: "There seems to be nothing special."
He picked up a spoonful and looked at the light a few times: "It is almost the same as the rice he ate in Jiangnan, and the rice he ate in Beijing."