Five hundred and fourth chapters instead of sixty-three
Fang Yu said: "Then can you make a fuss?"
Shuang'er laughed and said: "My husband really likes to say, how can a little girl know how to make a fuss? The third young lady taught me to read, but I only read seven or eight books."
Fang Yu made a "wow" sound and said: "You have read seven or eight books! That's much better than me. I only know seven or eight words."
Shuang'er smiled and said: "My husband doesn't like to study, so the old lady must like you. She said that in the Qing Dynasty, only prodigal sons studied."
Fang Yu said: "Yes! I see that guy Ao Bai is illiterate, so he must have been told by a flatterer."
Shuang'er said: "That's right. The book our eldest young master wrote is called "History of the Ming Dynasty". There are words in it that curse the Manchus. There was a bad guy named Wu Zhirong who took the book and reported it to Ao Bai.
When things got serious, hundreds of people were killed. Even bookstore owners who sold books and people who came to see them were arrested and beheaded. My husband, have you ever seen this Wu Zhirong in the capital?"
Fang Yu said: "I haven't seen it yet. If you search slowly, you can always find it. Shuang'er, I want to trade you with someone else."
Shuang'er was taken aback and said in a trembling voice: "You...you want to give me away?"
Fang Yu said: "It's not a gift to someone else, it's a gift to someone else."
The circles under Shuang'er's eyes were already red, and he was so anxious that he was about to cry, and said: "What... why do you need another person?"
Fang Yu said: "Your three mistresses gave it to me in turn. Such a big gift is not easy to repay. I have to find a way to capture Wu Zhirong and give it to you. Then this gift is almost done."
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Shuang'er burst into laughter and patted his chest gently with his right hand, saying, "You scared me, so I said my husband doesn't want me."
Fang Yu was overjoyed and said, "You're afraid that I won't want you, so you're so anxious. Don't worry, even if they pile up mountains of gold, silver, pearls, and precious stones in front of me, they can't replace you."
While they were talking, the two of them had already reached the foot of the mountain. They saw a clear sky and no dust. Fang Yu recalled the embarrassing scene of walking to the "haunted house" to take shelter in the heavy rain last night. It was really very different.
It's just that Xu Tianchuan, Fang Yi, and Mu Jianping were trapped and captured. They didn't know whether they could escape. With their own abilities, they couldn't save them no matter what. Since it was useless to think about it, it was better not to think about it.
After walking a few miles, they came to a market. They found a noodle shop and went in to make noodles. After Fang Yu sat down, Shuang'er stood aside to wait on him.
Fang Yu smiled and said, "You're welcome. Let's sit down and eat together."
Shuang'er said: "No, how can I eat at the same table with my husband? It's too unruly."
Fang Yu said: "It doesn't matter what the hell the rules are. I say yes, that's all. Wait until I finish eating before you eat. It will waste time."
Shuang'er said: "As soon as my husband has finished eating, we will leave. I will buy some steamed buns and eat them while walking. There will be no delay."
Fang Yu sighed: "I have a weird temper. When I eat alone, my stomach will get into trouble. If there is no one to eat with me, my stomach will hurt later, which will be a disaster."
Shuang'er smiled brightly, pulled out a bench, and sat slantedly at the corner of the table.
Fang Yu had only eaten a few chopsticks out of a bowl of noodles, when he saw three Tibetan lamas walking into the shop, sitting on the street, and saying in succession: "Bring the noodles! Bring the noodles!"
One lama glanced at the string of pearls in Shuang'er's neck, bumped his left elbow against his companion, and pursed his lips to signal. When the other two saw it, their faces immediately beamed with joy, and they looked at the string of beads intently.
Fang Yu thought: "No, these three guys want to block the road and rob."
Fang Yu took out a piece of broken silver and asked a waiter in the noodle shop to hire a cart. After eating the noodles in a hurry, he got into the cart and told the driver to run west quickly.
After galloping for several miles, the sound of horse hooves could be heard behind the carriage. Fang Yu stretched his back and saw the three lamas chasing after him on horseback. He said to Shuang'er: "Those three evil men want to steal your beads, let them do it."
I'll buy another bunch for you later."
Shuang'er said: "Yes! There is no need to buy it."
Only three lamas were heard shouting: "Stop, stop!" The coachman reined in the mules.
Three lamas rode forward and stopped in front of the car.
One person said: "Two dolls, please get off the car!"
Shuang'er took off the string of pearls from his neck, handed them out of the car, and said, "You like this string of beads. My husband said I gave it to you, so take it."
A fat lama stretched out his big hand, but instead of catching the beads, he reached forward, grabbed Shuang's wrists, and pulled them outward.
Fang Yu said anxiously: "You still have money if you want it, don't use force!"
I saw the yellow shadow flashing, the lama flew up, jumped into the air, and jumped backwards.
Fang Yu secretly shouted: "Good work!"
Fang Yu saw his body falling rapidly, but there was a sound of waves on his head and feet, and his big fat head rushed into the mire, sinking straight into his chest, and his feet were dancing wildly. Fang Yu was surprised and happy, not knowing what this lama was showing.
effort.
The other two lamas screamed and rushed over to grab him and pull him out of the mud. The lama's face was covered with wet mud and he was in a very embarrassed state. Fortunately, it rained heavily last night and soaked the roadside with soft mud.
This lama was not injured.
Fang Yu laughed loudly and said to the driver: "Hurry up and leave!"
Shuang'er held up the beads in his hands and asked, "Ms. sir, will you give them back these beads?"
Before Fang Yu could answer, he saw three lamas pulling out steel knives from their waists and rushing towards him fiercely.
Shuang'er took the whip from the coachman's hand, swung it out, and wrapped it around the steel knife in Lama's hand. He retracted the whip, caught the knife with his left hand, and threw the whip out with his right hand.
The famous lama also took the steel knife from his hand.
The third lama shouted: "Ah!"
The whip in Shuang'er's hand was thrown out again, but this time it was wrapped around his head and neck. He moved him to the front of the car and took the steel knife from his hand. The lama's throat was strangled by the whip, his eyes turned white and his tongue stuck out.
, his face suddenly lost all color.
The remaining two lamas attacked Shuang'er from the left and right, intending to save their companions. Shuang'er jumped up, stood on the turning point with his left foot, and kicked with his right foot. The acupuncture points on the two lamas' heads were tapped and they fainted to the ground. She waved her hand.
After releasing the whip, the lama had been suffocated for a long time and passed out.
Fang Yu liked it so much that he jumped up and shouted: "Shuang'er, what a good Shuang'er, it turns out your kung fu is so good."
Shuang'er smiled slightly and said, "That's nothing. It's just that these three villains are useless."
Fang Yu said: "If I had known this, I wouldn't have had to worry about this for a long time."
Fang Yu jumped out of the car, kicked a lama in the body, and asked, "What are you doing?" The lama was unconscious.
Shuang'er kicked him on the waist. The lama groaned and woke up.
Shuang'er said: "My husband asked you what you do?"
The lama said: "Girl... can girl... know how to use immortal magic?"
Shuang'er smiled and said, "Come on! What do you do?"
The lama said: "We...we are the lamas of the Bodhisattva Summit of Wutai Mountain...the Great Manjusri Temple."
Shuang'er frowned and said, "What kind of lama is not a lama? He talks nonsense and uses such vulgar words."
Fang Yudao: "A lama is a monk in Tibet."
Shuang'er said: "So you are monks." Then he kicked him lightly and said, "You are a monk but you don't shave your head?"
The lama said: "We are lamas, not monks."
Shuang'er said: "What? Are you still being stubborn? My husband said you are a monk, so you are a monk!"
Shuang'er kicked him again on the "Tianhuo point" on his waist. The pain went to the bone marrow of the lama. He couldn't help shouting loudly. The pain became more and more severe and his screams became louder and louder.
The other two lamas woke up slowly and heard him yelling like a pig. They were all shocked and asked each other in Tibetan. The lama said it, and then shouted in Tibetan: "I am a monk, I am a monk, the girl said... said What am I...that's what I am, please...please clear my acupuncture points quickly."
Shuang'er smiled and said: "What the girl said doesn't count, what my husband said does. What do you think he is, my husband?"
Fang Yu laughed and said, "I said he is a nun!"
The lama couldn't bear it anymore and hurriedly said: "I am a nun! I am a nun!"
Fang Yu and Shuang'er laughed together.
Shuang'er's left foot lightly kicked the "Qihu point" under his neck. The lama stopped immediately from the severe pain and kept shouting: "I am a nun! I am a nun!"
Fang Yu suppressed his laughter and asked, "You are monks, why did you come to rob our property?"
The lama said: "You deserve to die, you villain. You won't dare to do it again next time!"
Fang Yu said: "Do you want to do it next time?"
The lama said: "I said I didn't dare, and I just didn't dare. I won't dare again in a hundred years."
Fang Yu said: "If you don't chant sutras in the temple, why are you coming down the mountain?"
The lama said: "Master sent us down the mountain."
Fang Yu said: "Your master sent you down the mountain to steal gold, silver and jewelry?"
The lama said: "No...no. We are going to the capital..." Just as he said this, another fat lama coughed.
Fang Yu looked sideways and saw the lama winking, apparently signaling his companions not to reveal the truth. Fang Yu originally thought that it was no big deal that these lamas were motivated by wealth and used force to rob.
The Manchus believed in lamas very much. When performing rituals in the palace, they would always invite lamas to worship and recite sutras. The royal family was like this, not to mention the princes and princes in general. Therefore, there were quite a few lamas who did not abide by the rules and ran rampant in the capital.
He wanted to tease and torture them for fun, so he let them go, but when he saw the fat lama's expression, he seemed to have other intentions, so he said: "These three guys are causing trouble. Shuang'er, you Kick each of the three of them and make them complain incessantly. Let's leave now!"
Shuang'er responded: "Yes!"
She also saw that the fat lama was causing trouble, and kicked him on his "Tianhuo point" first. The lama immediately shouted loudly. Shuang'er walked to the previous lama again, raised his foot, and tried to kick.
The lama had suffered a lot and said hurriedly: "Don't kick, I said so. Master sent us to the capital to deliver a letter."
Fang Yu said: "Where is the letter?"
The lama said: "This... this letter cannot be shown to you. If anyone sees it, Master... Master will have to kill us."
Fang Yu said: "Take it out! If you don't take it, I will kick you." He took a step forward.
The lama didn't know that his skills were limited, so the kick on his body was innocuous. When he saw him lifting his kick, he hurriedly said: "No...not with me."
Fang Yu said: "Go get it!"
The lama had no choice but to walk up to the fat lama and mumbled a few words in Tibetan. The fat lama answered in Tibetan. He was yelling like he was killing a pig, and then intermittent
A few sentences in Tibetan are even more difficult to hear.
From his tone and expression, Fang Yu guessed that he must not allow the lama to win the trust, so he immediately walked over and kicked him hard on the forehead. The fat lama fainted immediately. Another lama was taken out of his arms.
A small oilcloth bag was handed over with trembling hands.