The fiery sunset is about to set, and even the spring breeze makes people feel cold all over. Bai Dong sat cross-legged on the highest mound on the ridge, with long hair loose and sword marks on his face, which has a bit of a fierce smell like a ranger.

The book bag was worn under the armpit, which was a proof of the scholar's identity. It was impossible to throw it away. Wherever the eyes were, was the direction where the woman in black appeared. Who was the sacred person who was chasing her? Bai Dong was both nervous and curious. When he recalled his response, he did not find any obvious mistakes, he was relieved.

True smart people always solve problems in seemingly stupid methods.

If you change to a self-righteous person, there are three best choices at this moment. One is to kill the woman in black and use her head to seek merit and reward; or to settle her in a cave and immediately leave here and escape from a distance. It seems that the latter is more secure. Not standing under a dangerous wall is the choice of a gentleman; or to hide himself and leave after being safe.

After all, Bai Dong has a modern heart and will not kill a woman for no reason; escaping is not the best strategy, the sun is about to set, and there are even wolves in the Guanzhong Plain two thousand years ago. Escape to the ridge is equivalent to seeking death; hiding is even the worst strategy. If the person who is hunting the black woman is found, he will only be regarded as a member of the party, and he will not be able to save his life by impersonating a scholar at that time.

Now Bai Dong is waiting for the pursuers to appear. The ancients are of strict rank and can tell the identity of a person by looking at their clothes. If they are the official family, they are not afraid that they will hurt the scholars. Even if they refuse to fool themselves and find the woman in black, they will be the style of a scholar when they see a dangerous helper. They will only cut off the woman's head and then give themselves a thumbs up. If it is a bandit, they may run down the ridge to bet on their lives with the wolf pack, and there is no way. So pray to God, and you must not be a bandit strongman.

Finally someone came, five hundred meters, three hundred meters... The figure gradually became clear, and there were five people who acted like the wind. When they were 100 meters away, Bai Dong clearly saw that the four people in front were half-body leather armor, described as tough, and behind them seemed to be a fair-faced young man with a bronze armor and a jade crown, with an extraordinary temperament. You can breathe a sigh of relief. There is probably no such beautiful person among the bandits. Judging from their clothes, the white-faced young man is mostly the princes and grandsons of this era and the best.

It was easy to deal with the best and easy to find common language. Bai Dong did not hesitate at all, and ran down the mound, stabbed his right middle finger deep into his throat. He suddenly felt nauseous, bent down and retching loudly, seeing that the bitter water was spitting out, he simply fell to the ground and began to moan loudly.

"live!"

The young man who looked like a young man made a hand gesture. Four armored men surrounded Bai Dong. One of them came over to help him up, looked at him carefully, and turned around and said loudly: "Mr. Jing, this man's sword-wearing bag is like a scholar. His hair was broken up and there were sword marks on his face. Judging from the scars, it should be the wounded maid..."

"Good man! This vision is less than the 21st century and is a forensic doctor. Thank you, I owe you a favor."

Bai Dong really wanted to laugh and win the bet. There are two situations where he could be called "gong" in this era: one is the duke personally granted by the Emperor of Zhou; the other is the honorific title of subordinates to the superiors and subordinates to the nobles. The beautiful young man in front of him looks only in his twenties. If he shaved his beard, he would probably be eighteen or nineteen years old. The man wearing armor called him Gong Jing, which was obviously the latter.

"Sir?"

The white-faced young man walked to Bai Dong, his eyes passed by his sword, and then took out a volume of "Shangshu" from his bag, flipped it, and nodded slightly and said, "Weibo still has creases, and the book is simple and loose, not tight, which shows that he had read it not long ago. The gentleman still likes to learn this while traveling, so he should be a great talent. Please be worshipped by Jingjian!"

Are scholars in this era so easy to deceive? Bai Dong resisted the urge to laugh to the sky, slowly stood up, and gave a tribute to Jing Jian: "I dare not be a lie, Bai Dong, a Qin man, was lucky enough to meet Jing Gong. That's great, that woman..."

"Sir, have you seen her? Did she hurt her?"

Jing Jian expressed his concern, put the book back, walked to Bai Dong, and looked at him with infinite gentle eyes, which made Bai's face feel hot, thinking to himself, what's wrong with this surname Jing? Do men use this kind of gaze when they see men? You are Gong Jing, not Gong Jing? Look at Jing Jian carefully, and only saw that the person in front of him was handsome and handsome. Even the skin at the root of the beard was like beautiful jade, with flowing eyes, and a pair of phoenix eyes seemed to be able to speak. If this guy got to be a wombie in the 21st century, he would be able to become popular overnight...

Wait, Jing Jian? If it was really that guy, he was very famous. Qin Xiaogong Ying Quliang was powerful all his life, but he only favored this person. Although there was no record of this hobby of breaking his sleeves and splitting his peaches in official history, it was ambiguous in the unofficial history. Such a beautiful boy was favored by the king, and there seemed to be no record of Ying Quliang's wife in history? Looking at the essence through the phenomenon, the more you think about Bai Dong, the more you feel, and bend down and vomit for a while.

"Well, this woman is so fierce. She hurt me with a sword and kicked me a few times. Look, I'm still uncomfortable now. Mr. Jing is a young hero, so he must catch her and avenge me!"

Bai Dong pointed casually: "That woman has fled to the east, chase her quickly, and she may not be able to wait!"

"Sir, I was frightened."

Jing Jian sighed and shook his head, as if he wanted to soothe the pain Bai Dong suffered. He gently raised his long hair and carefully checked the sword marks on his face. His fingers were soft and slippery, and they should have been very comfortable, but Bai Dong was a little uneasy. This guy was so strange. Could it be that he fell in love with him and clearly came to eat tofu?

"Did you all hear what the sir?" Jing Jian suddenly laughed.

"Mr. Jing, I'll go after that bitch."

"Mi, Damn! Since Mr. said she had escaped, he was telling us that she was still hiding nearby..."

Jing Jian laughed more and more happily: "Search for this mountain, you can't let an inch of land go. After eating me, it was already unexpected that she could escape here. How could she have the strength to escape again?"

The four armored men looked at Bai Dong with strange eyes and took the order and left.

"In fact, it is not easy to be a pursuer. This woman ran very fast, especially when she arrived in the mountains, our horses could not be used, so she could only track them on foot. My subordinates and I didn't even have to eat supper..."

Jing Jian was very good at tidying his hair, so he quickly tied up a beautiful bun for Bai Dong and sighed: "Mr.'s hair is so good, black and dense. Unfortunately, Jing Jian did not carry a good crown hairpin, so he could only temporarily tie it. Mr. won't be surprised, right? Alas, if Mr. Wang is willing to tell me where the woman is hiding, we will definitely become good friends, just like Guan Zhong and Bao Shuya, what do you think?"

"Mr. Jing's technique is really good. Do you know that when I was a teenager, I traveled with my family teacher and saw many girls in a strange place. They don't farm, weave cloth, or raise mulberry silkworms, and make money by helping people take care of their hair. They are all beautiful, with white and soft fingers, and dress like fairies, making people feel comfortable to watch. I always thought they were the best people in the world who can sort their hair. Today, when I saw Mr. Jing, I realized that I was just a frog in the well..."

"Cleaning hair for others can make money and live a life of money? This is really incredible. The gentleman is really interesting. What is a frog in the well? Jingjian has never heard of it."

"Uh, this frog in the well... It means that a water frog sits at the bottom of the well and can't jump up no matter how hard it is. He can only see the sky as big as the well..." Bai Dong was slightly stunned, and then he remembered that the idiom came from the autumn water chapter of Zhuangzi. Now Zhuangzi's mother is still a little girl. No wonder this Eunuch Jing is confused.

"So that's the case, it's so interesting. Mr. is really talented. By the way, those women are just tidying their hair for others, so they may not be able to make a living, right? Jing is not talented and has been to several countries, but he has never heard of such a person."

"Smart people are smart people. Not bad. Just tidying your hair is of course not enough to make a living. So when you meet male guests who are willing to pay, they will also provide very wonderful services, such as the 'health care package' and other one-on-one service, in a separate room. A beautiful boy like Mr. Jing has a good method of tidying his hair. If you do this kind of business, you will definitely have many guests and make a lot of money. I won't lie to you, really."

Under Bai Dong's patient explanation, Jing Jiansuan barely understood the meaning of the new terms such as service and packages, and looked at Bai Dong with admiration: "Mr. He is really aware of his knowledge. I have never been to such a novel place. I wonder which country I am in? What's the name?"

"Hey, I traveled with my mentor in the early years and went to countless strange places, many of which I can't remember. However, I still remember this place name clearly. It's called Dong~ End, Gong Jing must remember it."

"Dong~ End? Sure enough, I have never heard of it. It must be a very magical and beautiful place, right?" Jing Jian was fascinated by it, but a little strange. Why do those women have to meet male guests before providing that kind of 'health care package'? After thinking for a long time, I couldn't figure it out, and suddenly woke up: "Sir, it was a verbal debater, but do you really think that this can get away with it? Qin never kills scholars, but Jing Jian can still do it if he wants to make the gentleman suffer."

"Your men are back, just ask them?"

Seeing the four armored men turn back empty-handedly, Bai Dong felt relieved. I wonder if he was concealing his disguise at the entrance of the cave, or if the Jurchen in black had the tenacious vitality like a cockroach, he actually left on his own?
Chapter completed!