This is an old man with a serious face and meticulously combed hair.
Wearing a purple official uniform, with a goldfish bag, and holding an ivory wat in one hand.
At this time, his eyes glanced.
The next second, his eyes suddenly stopped somewhere!
There was a bloody man and a man in an embroidered robe with a bloody hole in his eyebrow.
The old man's body suddenly froze, and he stood there like a wax statue.
Nothing moved.
About three breaths have passed.
He took a deep breath, and the priceless ivory wat in his hand tilted and fell.
His body turned into a phantom, and he knelt beside the fallen Qin Ji in an instant.
At this time, Qin Ji's skull between his eyebrows shattered into a thumb-sized hole, and blood-red liquid dripped down from his eyebrows.
It was also mixed with gray-white liquid, which wetted the broken golden lock on his chest.
The old man's mouth opened silently and then closed slowly. He opened his hands as if he wanted to hug the man beneath him, but in the end he did not do so.
The next second, the old man hurriedly reached into his sleeve and took out a milky white object.
It is a piece of beautiful mutton-fat jade with a hazy halo.
A closer look reveals that this piece of "beautiful mutton-fat jade" is not a hard jade, but a soft liquid like water.
The old man made secrets with his left hand, and the Confucian monk followed the instructions.
"The spiritual liquid was still flowing when it was collected, and the remaining milk can still prolong life."
Hand it out with one finger.
Qin Ji's eyebrows once again welcomed the second finger of the day.
As soon as the flowing mass of "mutton-fat jade" touched his wound, it self-sewed up the broken skull and blocked the gap.
He held his breath and concentrated, reaching out to touch Qin Ji's pulse. After feeling for a few breaths, he let out a slight breath.
Immediately, the old man was silent for three seconds, and then turned his head sharply.
Looking around like a tiger or a wolf.
The old man, who was usually calm and composed, now had a red hair, an angry look on his face, and a red face.
He stood up suddenly and looked around quickly.
There are the broken limbs of a thousand cavalry, a dull man who is unconscious, an old man in black robe with bleeding from his orifices, and a sinister man with blood all over his body...
Immediately, his eyes were fixed on Liu Sanbian beside Qin Ji.
"You rats! How dare you harm my son! Damn it! Damn it!"
The old man was so angry that his orifices were full of smoke. He reached out to take pictures of Liu Sanbian's body. His five fingers were like hooks and he grasped tightly at the neck of the sixth-grade martial artist who had burned out all his energy and blood but still had his eyes closed.
"Li Shida, get out of here!"
The old man's voice echoed down the street, shaking the heaven and the earth.
As soon as he finished speaking, two voices came hurriedly from the other end of Zhuque Street.
The person in charge was none other than Li Shida. At this time, his complexion turned green and white, his chest heaved violently, and he staggered along the way.
Gao Yi, who was following behind him, saw the old man. Although his steps were steady, his teeth were chattering and his eyes were averted.
Before he even came forward, Li Shida had already spoken:
"Teacher, student..."
"Shut up! I told you to take good care of Ji'er. Is this how you do it?"
Li Shida's body trembled, his steps stopped, he knelt down heavily, gritted his teeth and lowered his head, as silent as a cicada.
There was a cold storm in Qin Jianfu's eyes, and his gaze was like a knife, scraping across Li Shida and Gao Yi, making them tremble again.
Qin Jianfu's nose twitched and he took a deep breath.
"Ji'er still has a glimmer of hope, I have to go to the Qingsui Sect."
As he finished speaking, he stared intently at his proud disciple who was kneeling on the ground.
"Li Shida, you have disappointed me very much. This is your last chance. If Ji'er never wakes up again, you should never want to go to Siqi Academy again!"
"You and I will take care of Ji'er at home, waiting for me to come back!"
Qin Jianfu gave a cold shout, waved his sleeves and left, turning into a long rainbow and disappearing from the horizon.
Three days later.
evening.
Zhao Rong folded his hands and walked leisurely along the street, passing by the north gate of Liangjing.
During this period, he stopped for a moment, raised his eyelids, and glanced at the corpse of a sixth-grade warrior who was hung on the top of the city, hanging a hundred feet high, exposed to the sun.
At this time, after three days of excitement, there were still many people stopping and watching under the city gate.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips.
The corpse was covered in blood. Even if it had been hung for three days, there were still drops of black blood gathering on the toes, and it was falling silently and rhythmically.
The ground beneath the corpse was a shocking pool of black and red blood, covering a huge area, but no one had cleaned it.
The person was dead, but the body was treated like this. One can imagine how angry the person who did this was.
In addition, there is another purpose...
Zhao Rong turned his head as if nothing had happened and glanced at the pointing people, as well as some familiar figures among them.
These secret whistles were hidden in the crowd, and he had picked them out by "passing by" them again and again in the past two days.
Zhao Rong turned and left.
The people behind the scenes are still looking for them and want to use Liu Sanbian's body to fish them out.
However, Zhao Rong had changed his attire, no longer the Confucian scholar's attire before, and he did not take Su Xiaoxiao out.
And relying on his innate talent, he is mediocre.
Hard to recognize.
That day on Zhuque Street, Zhao Rong witnessed what happened after the arrival of the old man in official uniform.
That old man in official uniform should be the Prime Minister of Qin known to the people of Liangjing.
Zhao Rong walked on the road and thought carefully.
And that day, he also met a young Confucian scholar and Gao Yi, who had been brothers with Liu Sanbian a few days ago.
If nothing unexpected happened, Gao Yi was the one who betrayed the Third Transformation Brother. The magic circle that Suzaku was deployed in advance that day also proved this.
As for the Confucian scholar, he heard what Qin Jianfu said that day and learned that his name was Li Shida, so he went to the market to inquire about it and roughly found out his identity. He was the most proud student of Qin Xiangguo.
It is equivalent to the staff and think tank of the Qin government.
That day Qin Jianfu said that Qin Ji still had a glimmer of hope, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Zhao Rong bought some snacks on the street and brought them back to the inn to Su Xiaoxiao.
She has been feeling a little depressed these days.
The orange sunset has set, and darkness envelopes Liangjing City.
Back at the inn, Zhao Rong opened the door and found that Su Xiaoxiao had not lit the lamp, and there was a vague figure beside the window.
Zhao Rong put down his things, walked to the oil lamp, and took out the fire seal.
"Don't light the lamp."
The little fox demon said softly.
Zhao Rong stopped when he heard the words, stood there in silence for a moment, walked to the window, found a stool and sat down.
At this time, Su Xiaoxiao was huddled in the chair with her legs in her arms, her face pressed against her knees, and she was quietly looking at the starry sky outside the window.
She did not tie her hair up as usual, but let her black hair hang down casually.
The dim light from the distant lights caressed her jade-like face.
"Zhao Rong, aren't you sad that someone you know died?"
Zhao Rong's eyelids narrowed and he did not speak.
The little fox demon didn't know how to speak.
in the dark.
The two sat quietly for a long time.
at some point.
"They're all dead," she said.
"who?"
"them."
Zhao Rong said nothing.
"Dahuang, the old master from the private school, the villagers from Xiahe Village, and the scholar who came to Beijing to take the exam."
The little fox demon said softly:
"They are all dead."
PS: The next update will be around 12 o'clock in the evening. The VIP volume opened at 12 noon today, Xiaorong will explode within 24 hours, and there will be no less than 10,000 words~