The plan could never catch up with the situation. Liu Yefei didn't have time to think about anything more. He handed the wooden knife in his palm forward and pointed it at the giant wolf's throat.

The feeling of stagnation of the blade cutting the flesh was not expected, as if it was slashed into the air with a knife. Liu Yefei was stunned, but his right shoulder was a little cold, hot, and numb, and then there was a pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow! When he looked calmly, from below his right shoulder, his entire arm was just eaten by the giant wolf's sharp teeth and was not immediately broken. That was because something else had attracted the giant wolf's full heart.

A long sword with red light was nailed to the wolf's head. The sword was just an ordinary iron sword more than two feet long. The hilt was wrapped in stone blue ramie gauze into a wheel, which was obviously a decorative sword with a suit of a scholar. This kind of blunt sword was originally unfair to cut tofu, but it was nailed into the giant wolf's right eye more than half a foot deep. The slightly black and smelly wolf blood splattered on the sword's body and sizzled!

The giant wolf howled in pain, and the giant teeth that were deeply trapped in the right shoulder were slightly loose. Liu Yefei, who was already in a state of confusion, also screamed, regardless of the fact that his right arm was only some skin and tendons were still attached to his body. He struggled forward frantically, and with his left hand, he tried hard to catch the sword that was inserted into the giant wolf's right eye and pushed forward desperately!

The red-light iron sword penetrated into the wolf's head. However, Liu Yefei, who had played with the sword, clearly felt that the sword broke and broke free after it was completely in sight. Like a famous dish loach drilled tofu that he had eaten in his hometown when he was a child, the broken blade ignored the thrust of the hilt of the sword, and drilled hard into the depths of the giant wolf's eye socket like a live loach.

From the corner of his eyes, he swept the surrounding scenery and kept swelling up and down. He tilted his body, chuckled, and clenched the hilt of the sword, and fainted.

Zhao Yalong rode his horse away from his central army for some time, and walked to the giant wolf that was already lying softly on the ground. He watched countless blue-white phosphorus fires fly out of the mouth of the giant wolf like thousands of fireflies, and his eyes and wounds on his body. The elder brother on the Luoyang Road who had been leaving the Ten Changshou's way to get a scattered official position could not help but raise his head and stare at the countless blue-white spots of light scattered into the night sky.

The clear light shines under the moon, like a cold silver light, and the blue-white phosphorescence gradually scattered in the air. Unexpectedly, the lights of the phosphorus fire were not hidden by the moonlight, but they were like the snowflakes reflecting the light of the candle when the lights fell, turning into a strange scene where the moonlight and the phosphorus fire were not blended but compatible.

Raising his hand, Xuxu touched the phosphorus fire that was scattered like fireflies in front of him. Zhao Yalong couldn't help but sigh softly: "It's so beautiful... Is this over?"

"It's beautiful...it should be, it's over."

His second-in-command, Hua Qisheng, responded as if he had used all his energy.

The wolf skin that is hard to hurt by swords, the wolf teeth that eat gold and armor, and the objects that nourish the essence of monsters are also called so-called treasures in a broad sense. Now, they are all the spoils of the Great Gun Mansion. However, the people who are still on the battlefield no longer have the strength to concentrate on counting these. Only Zhao Yalong, who temporarily played the team's medical officer, was unprofessional to carry Liu Yefei, who had already fainted on the giant wolf corpse, and looked at the broken sword that had never been released in his hand, the manager of Moshan, who was already in a deep coma.

It is said that it is a broken sword, but there is only one sword hilt left, and the sword hilt wrapped in stone blue ramie yarn and wrapped in a wheel-shaped shape is too familiar no matter how you look at it.

I will still have the chance to meet again from now on, right? Although I am not acquaintance.

As he recited this silently, Zhao Yalong remembered the transaction contract he signed by himself again, and couldn't help but suck his teeth in a little pain.

"Although I'm not acquaintance, I'm sure I'm destined to meet Daozuo at night in the mountains."

He held Baihua, who was covered with green in his body by the tree beside the road with one hand, looked like a down-and-out Confucian scholar who was exhausted and lacked energy, and stretched out his hand to the woman in front of him: "Don't be afraid, little lady, I'm also confused when I went to the mountain to sweep the grave. Fortunately, I met the woodcutter who returned home to guide the way, and I realized that I was the closest to going back to Luoyang City to walk this path. There are many tigers, wolfs, cats and dogs in the mountains. It's too inappropriate for the young lady to walk alone. It's better to walk with Xiaosheng and take care of each other on the road."

This is too indecent. After shooting through the vital points of the demon wolf with one sword, Wei Shuban, who was actually a half-barrel of water, left the top of the hiding peak, and put the ink cartridges cast by the talisman around him, and used a peach wood slingshot to shoot the demon wolf with a sword. On the way, he ordered Sima Ling to pick up various tomb-stones and other things. He walked into the mountains in three steps. He didn't know if he was bold or was born without hesitation.

The road to the east and west is crazy. As for the grave sweeping, since the rumors of monsters and cannibalism on Beim Mountain, the good men in Luoyang City have suddenly become wives, and they rarely mention the fundamental truth of the "Book of Filial Piety" where "the tomb of our ancestors is the filial piety of a son". Except for the heads of the wealthy families who forced the leaders of the desperate leaders such as Zhao Yalong to go up the mountain, they really couldn't see any pure man who could reproduce the glorious deeds in Liu Xiang's "Biographies of Filial Sons".

The little lady he was approached by him looked like she was in her early twenties, wearing a fallen horse bun and a light yellow skirt, which was dressed as a common young woman in Luoyang City. However, this little lady who looked soft and timid was sitting alone in the grass on the side of the mountain road. Her clothes were too clean. Not only were there no dust on her clothes, but she didn't even see any broken grass.

Compared to this, Wei Ye's dress is too unpretentious. On the cuffs and on the blue shirt, there are either gray or dry grass fragments. A pair of soapcloth boots are slightly open-minded. If there is more plaster on his face, it will be like a very unlucky person who is fleeing from disaster.

I looked carefully at the not-so-serious man in front of me, with a blue-clothed Confucian scarf. Although I looked a little frivolous and looked like a Luoyang scatterer, I was not a real bad person. The young lady lowered her head and thought about it, but she still bowed and bowed:

"The little woman feels deeply that Mr. Husband is kind, but she has always had night blindness and can't see the road clearly at night. The so-called 'Sister-in-law's helping hand', if the gentleman is willing to support him from the side, I will be grateful."

This allusion in "Mencius" is not suitable here. However, at this moment, the scholars educated their daughters, taught the Book of Songs and the Boudoir of the Working Girls' History, which was already a great family of great poetry and rituals. It is a rare exception for the young lady in front of her to have such knowledge. Wei Ye raised his eyebrows lightly, and his eyes slid from the white and smooth face of the woman in front of her, which was as white as a new cocoon and silk, to the soft and curved jaw. He raised his hand and rubbed his nose, and then handed his left hand forward:

"I'll forgive me for being more than the courtesy."

I don't know if this little civil servant, who was a little bit unrestrained, was like many young men who had just arrived in the capital, with a tender face as steamed cakes as a steamed cake, but for the sake of the stupid man's self-esteem, he acted like a veteran in the flower. If Wei Ye did not tie a pair of big sleeves on his upper arm for that little convenience, then he might be able to use his broad sleeves to cover up a peeping look like every slutty man who stayed in a restaurant overnight, and show off his fingers in a private small world, exchanging the touch and temperature of his fingertips.

Anyway, I won't be like this with him now. My four fingers pressed against my white wrist, and my thumb pressed slightly, pressing the inch pulse on my wrist. There was no trace of ambiguousness in this gesture, it was not like taking a pulse or grabbing hands. The performance was so rough that I couldn't bear to look at it.

He pulled the woman in front of him a little stiffly and stood up. Wei Ye seemed to have finally remembered that he was inappropriate in his actions. He changed the topic without saying a word and read out the opening remarks of those disciples who were chatting with him.

"I'm sorry to ask me if I take the liberty to ask where the little lady lives and what to call her, are there any relatives in the family?"

For the sluts in Luoyang, this origin is a necessary step to deceive the young girl in the spring and the young woman in the secluded residence, so as to avoid the rabbits ate grass by the nest, the noble slaves blocked the door, and the listeners burst into tears, and the people who saw them were sad. This is a gentle and gentle manner, and the truth is full of words. Of course, there are also some untrue things. Even such a simple question can bring a tone of Luoyang's official to inspect household registration, and turn a beautiful joy that is not interesting to outsiders into a nod to the tax of the people during the autumn harvest season.

The little woman who was pulled on her wrist was a rare gentle person. She was pulled by such an ignorant man, and she still replied softly and timidly: "I am from Langshi, Zhongshan County. My nickname is Zhiniang. She lives in Luoyang for generations, but only because all my father and brother died..."

"That's really good." Qingshanke, who was used to seeing the dirty and dirty alleys at Luoyang's city center, exclaimed sincerely, "The little lady has a very good life experience. Without her family, I'm afraid she can't play the fairy dance. Well, what is the fairy dance? The little lady is a good woman. It's better not to know about this kind of incisor. If Mr. Ling Zun still keeps some poor births, then he can still see the decent son-in-law who has some tricks to come to the door, and he will have a chance in this life."

He was obviously just a civil servant in Shizhong Temple. When talking about the topic of matching and releasing silk at this time, he looked like those well-known local guards. But this was too straightforward and too unprofessional. A light cloud of peach blossoms rose faintly on Lang Zhiniang's face and replied in a low voice: "I have been in the deep boudoir for a long time, but I don't know that the world is dangerous. Please worry more about this for me."

"It's hard to say this." Wei Shuban hummed and smiled, counting the number as his chest. "This trick for a son-in-law to marry into a son-in-law, no high-ranking family, no brothers, no relatives, and only one person can be the son-in-law. He must also be an honest and honest person, so that he can live a peaceful life at home. This Luoyang city is either a big family or a noble family. Although there are a few single men, they are just dilapidated ruffians on the street, and there are really few who can match the little lady..."

He said, flicking his sleeves, pushing away a branch of tree in front of him, frowned, "If it is raised by those princes and princes in the outdoor room, it will be regretted that the blue flies will be dirty."

Turning his head, he saw the denser wild trees beside the road, and there were only a few spots falling between the branches that blocked most of the moonlight like an umbrella. The Qingshan Scholar, who was not very reliable, knew in his heart that he had gradually reached the depths of Mang Mountain. There was no one in the empty mountain. No matter how loud the sound and light sound came out, no one would hear or feel it.

It's really a prime location for killing people and committing crimes.

Like a sophisticated man in the green forest, Wei Ye seemed to remember something and asked again: "Since the late emperor established his capital in Luoyang, the literary style has been the most prosperous. After the daughter-in-law's history, the great clans all showed off their daughters' knowledge of books. If the lady can recite a few poems, it will be beneficial."

"When my father was there, I taught me how to learn the "Poems"."

Although it was still a soft and timid tone, even the deaf could hear the impatientness of the little lady Lang's tone of a silly clerk who was annoying and noisy at home. The one who was holding her hand seemed to be unable to read the slightly strange signal in the air at all, and said enthusiastically: "I don't know which company's annotation of the Book of Songs that Mr. Lingzun taught? Among the Six Classics, "Spring and Autumn", "Book of Songs", "Book of Rites", "Book of Filial Piety", "Book of Filial Piety", "Book of Changes"

Although the importance is different, they are based on clarifying the meaning. This dynasty uses six dimensions to interpret the Six Classics, so that the Spring and Autumn Period will fall into ordinary subtle points such as astrology, dispelling, warding off evil, and magistrates. The book of magistrates is the "Bai Ze Tu". The wise man said, "Huangdi asked Bai Ze to describe the true form of ghosts and spirits, and there are 1,520 kinds to know the feelings of demons and ghosts, to warn the people, and to eliminate disasters." Therefore, those who manage calligraphy must first read "Bai Ze Tu" because a gentleman can observe the secrets and misfortunes."

He dropped his bag and recited loudly as if he was interested: "There are only 200 "Baize Tu" that people have passed on today. Although there are many dispersed, there are some useful places. For example, this article says that a woman sat next to the road and told her husband, "I have no parents and brothers." The husband married her and returned to eat people. This hundred-year-old wolf turned into a beauty. If she called her name, she would definitely escape."

He turned his head and suddenly approached his body. He held the hand of the weak young woman's upper wrist and raised it in front of him, and looked at it carefully. His wrist was fair, with the unique weakness of the lady who did not work often and the osteoporosis of insufficient sunshine. It seemed that with just one more effort, he could break the slender wrist.

"With such a delicate and powerless body, even if it is a ox cart, maid, Cangtou, escort, I'm afraid that it will be half a life after leaving Luoyang City. The little lady can still survive in Beim Mountain, and she is also a student who is used to running around the road for many years. I wonder if the little lady trusts her acting skills too much, or do she think that the eyes that have seen the concert together in Brigham and Maggie Cheung are so foolish?"

After he suddenly exerted force, Miss Lang struggled in the air as weak as a little white rabbit falling into the hand of a big bad wolf, but there was no place to lean on it. It seemed that he was frightened by the Qingshi's clerk who suddenly changed his face. Miss Lang's eyes suddenly burst into tears, and she sobbed in a stuttering voice: "Who is Maggie Cheung? Why did Mr. treat me like this suddenly?"

"I learned to speak human words for a few days after transcending animals. Don't learn to play word games." Still maintaining the posture of five fingers clasping Lang Xiaoma's vein, Wei Ye smiled coldly, looking at the indescribable sinister, "Zhongshan County Lang, hey, Zhongshan Lang, Zhongshan Wolf, today to see who should be successful and crazy? A hundred-year-old wolf, who will be the beauty, impeached his name and surname, is said."

Before the last two key words were heard, the trembling lady Lang looked through her tears and saw that the originally hesitant and ambitious scholar's face quickly turned into a small-looking blue color.
Chapter completed!