Outside Dingding Gate, elms and willows are withered and scorched.
The scorching sun was more powerful than the charcoal fire, making the moat look like a soup pot. Some fish, frogs, loaches and eels couldn't stand the heat, and their gray bellies turned up one after another and floated on the water, emitting a fishy smell from a distance.
Five or six miles south of the moat, on both sides of the official road, there are scattered simple shacks designed to provide tea, food and trivial money for merchants traveling from south to north.
Further inside the shack, there is a large area of fertile farmland with its own owner. The tenant farmers who are responsible for guarding and tending the fields often build a few low thatched huts based on the wild trees growing in the fields for temporary resting and cooling off.
This fashion happens in early summer, when the millet sea is turning green and the bean sprouts are green. There are no farmers weeding in the fields. Looking at it, it is full of life. In a certain inconspicuous hut, Li Shaochen, who is covered in purple, is still tied up with clothes, mouth
One sleeve was stuffed, so he couldn't scream for help.
The doors and windows of the hut were closed tightly, not even a breath of wind could get through. If you listened carefully, there were only sparse chirping of birds and insects around you. However, the pain on your body and the feeling of sultry heat were already very unbearable, so how could you really calm down and concentrate?
Listen to what's going on around here?
"Zhiyo——"
The firewood door was opened, and a farmer in brown clothes and straw shoes walked in. The bright light penetrated through the firewood window and poured in from the firewood door full of holes, illuminating the farmer's facial features clearly.
.
Li Shaochen was so dizzy from the heat that he huddled in a corner of the hut. When he suddenly saw the farmer's face, he couldn't help but shuddered, his pupils dilated violently, and he couldn't help but struggle for life. His words were unclear, and it sounded like a curse, but it was more like a curse.
beg for mercy.
When the farmer saw this, he immediately let out a string of unbridled laughter. He immediately raised his sword fingers and struck like lightning!
The first finger was pointed outside Li Shaochen's throat, between the two points of Renying and Shuitu; the second finger was pointed at the back of the neck, under the occipital bone, half an inch above the Fengchi point. Both are dumb points on the human body.
At this time, the farmer pulled out the sleeve from Li Shaochen's mouth. Seeing that he was speechless but still unable to make a sound, he raised his hand decisively, and a dagger with shining silver light appeared in his right palm. Although this dagger was not
I dare say it is famous, but everyone in Zoroastrianism knows that it is the most handy weapon of the Yaori protector - the double golden crow dagger!
Li Shaochen naturally recognized the dagger, and of course he immediately recognized the farmer wielding the dagger, who was none other than Zhang Songyue, the protector of the Zoroastrian Sun. However, he was suffering from being hit on his mute point and could neither call for help nor beg for mercy, so he was terrified and couldn't help but want to
dodge.
"Farmer" Zhang Songyue didn't hesitate. A silver light flashed and the dagger was put back in his palm.
"Oh--!"
With a hoarse scream, Li Shaochen's little finger on his right hand was cut off at the root. The pain was so painful that his heart tightened, his vision went dark, cold sweat dripped down, and he almost fainted.
Zhang Songyue kicked half a wooden stake from the side and sat down in front of Li Shaochen. A bloodless dagger flashed between his fingers, like bloodthirsty fangs and claws.
After Li Shaochen gradually adapted to the pain, Zhang Songyue touched the dagger to his waist, immediately returned it to the sheath, and said indifferently: "Li Shaochen, do you know that Mr. Zhang brought you here to save your life?"
Li Shaochen's face was as golden as paper, and his breathing was trembling. When he looked at Zhang Songyue, his eyes did not dare to show any trace of resentment. Instead, they were filled with uncontrollable fear. He could not speak, so he could only nodded humiliatingly to avoid irritating the eyes in front of him.
This evil star intensified its abuse on him.
However, Zhang Songyue was not satisfied. Suddenly, his hands came out and kneaded his chest and back, immediately releasing the dumb points. Then he said with a half-smile, "You haven't answered me yet, right?"
Li Shaochen endured the pain and hummed: "Young Master...Thank you, Shaochen, and thank you, Lord Protector Yaori...for saving me!"
Zhang Songyue then nodded and said: "Yes, yes! It's not in vain that Mr. Zhang took the risk to save your life. You are so bold and intend to insult the saint, and now all the backbones of the sect are aware of it. That Wang Bing even gave the order
The entire sect must take you back and punish you strictly according to the sect’s rules.
In your current situation, it is not an exaggeration to say that you are a lost dog. If you had not missed our brothers, Mr. Zhang would really have wanted to take you back, form a good relationship with the saint, and eliminate some of Wang Bing's suspicions.
heart of……"
Li Shaochen immediately heard what he was saying, that he wanted to repay his kindness and asked him to show his loyalty. Otherwise, it would not be a question of whether he could be captured or not, but a question of whether he could survive today. So his mind changed,
He quickly grabbed the ground with his head and cried:
"Lord Yaori! You must live a humble life! My humble brother Li Shaoliang was killed by the treacherous prime minister Yuan Zai, and the blood feud has not yet been avenged... If I have to die this time, how can I face my wasted death at the foot of Dequan?
Brother?!"
Zhang Songyue seemed a little moved after hearing this, with a tangled look on his face. After a long time, he sighed heavily: "That's it, that's it! Young people are not yet determined, so they can't help but be fascinated by women. Even if they do something wrong, it is also common.
It's something. And you didn't really do that unforgivable thing, so you should just be accommodating.
However, the laws of Zoroastrianism have always been strict. Once this incident comes out, you have only one option, which is to remain anonymous and hide. You have to take revenge slowly! Mr. Zhang can let you go today, but you must respond.
I will repay you for the kindness of saving each other."
Where does Li Shaochen have any room for bargaining? He immediately kowtowed and said, "The grace of saving my life will be reborn with kindness! If Master Yaori has anything to do with you, just give me your orders. If Shaochen frowns, he would rather be taken back to the teaching to receive that kind of punishment."
A punishment worse than life!"
Zhang Songyue raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stroked his beard and smiled: "This matter is not difficult at all. Do you still remember Hong Taizhu from Taiwei Palace? A few days ago, we and he were imprisoned in the dungeon by Wang Jin. There was
We met a few times."
Li Shaochen nodded and said repeatedly: "Remember, remember! Every time your Excellency and I were tortured, we would be dragged to Hongzhiye Prison by those damn Tiger Guards. This was to intimidate him and force him to waste his money.
disaster."
Zhang Songyue's smile became even wider: "That's the man! Later, the Divine Fire Protector risked his life to rescue him from the dungeon, but he believed his lies and followed him to the West Market to find the gold and silver he had hidden in his old house. Later, the old man
Although the house was found, there was no gold or silver at all. Hong Zhiye actually took the opportunity to escape through the secret passage, making the divine fire protector really angry."
Having said this, Zhang Songyue showed a hint of ridicule on his face, obviously full of contempt for the stupidity of this religious brother. Then he said,
"A few days ago, Mr. Zhang learned from several deceased brothers at Wuhoupu in Zeshanfang that Hong Zhiye had recently appeared in Xianglu Village. He had gotten involved with a group of monks and had not fled westward.
It seems that he is planning something.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend; the friend of my enemy is my enemy. After today, the news that you have violated the religious rules and are being hunted by the religious will spread in Luoyang City. If you go to him with your injuries at this time
, plus you all hate Wang Jin deeply, it is not difficult to gain their trust.
Zhang’s intention is that you should stay dormant with him and get a clearer picture of all the situations. It would be great if you could control some more people! One day when Zhang becomes powerful, you can mention others again.
Sir, if you come back with everyone, you will be given the position of protector of the Dharma! Whether you like the Holy Girl or the Hu Girl, it’s all up to you!"
Li Shaochen's blood boiled and his heart surged when he heard it, especially the last condition, which really hit his heart.
Although he failed to steal the chicken this time and almost lost his life, how could a man as obsessed and extremely conceited as him just give up on a love affair between a man and a woman? As long as there is a chance to backhand, he is willing to try his best.
If you try, you won't think about the countless dangers involved.
So he agreed wholeheartedly, and even the severe pain in his right hand seemed to be much lighter. He completely forgot about the person in front of him, who almost killed him a moment ago.
Zhang Songyue finally stood up, completely relieved. The golden crow daggers slipped from his sleeves and fell into his palms at some unknown moment. With a few gentle swings, they cut off all the ropes that bound Li Shaochen.
Then he took off his own brown linen robe and put it on Li Shaochen, and asked him to bring mud to wipe his head and face. Seeing that he no longer had the temperament of a wanderer, he nodded and said lightly: "Go! If you call me a teacher,
If Shuang Gewei and Lily Guard catch you, they will only blame you for your fate. Then don’t blame Mr. Zhang for ruthlessly killing him!"
Li Shaochen just said yes and did not dare to say anything. He hurriedly performed the Holy Fire Ceremony, then stumbled out of the hut and gradually disappeared into the wilderness.
The northern city is still bustling with people, and the tall trees block out the scorching sun.
After a fight between Muta Mountain and Rouge Valley, there were finally some casualties.
Therefore, after the two groups of people were "invited" out of the teahouse by Fang Mengde, although they wished to cut each other into pieces, they wisely suppressed their hatred and parted ways, one on the left and the other on the right.
After all, the "Shendu Martial Arts Conference" is coming soon. If you waste all your martial arts energy on these private fights, you will end up with open and covert injuries. If you want to compete on the stage at that time and try the water-like sword, your hope will become even slimmer.
The girls of Rouge Valley had lost most of their gold and silver to Dongli Teahouse, and they had to reserve some money for daily expenses. Therefore, they no longer had much money left to spend in hotels in Luoyang city.
Fortunately, the owner of Rouge Valley, Hua Nongying, vaguely remembered that when he came from the west, there seemed to be a ruined temple that no one cared about outside the northern suburbs of Luoyang. It was enough to provide shelter from the wind and rain. If you cut some wormwood nearby, you could
In order to avoid the trouble of mosquito bites at night, the group of girls went to the North Market to buy cakes, water bags, mats, iron woks and other items, and wrapped them in bags. Then they all left Anximen in despair, looking for the ruined temple.
And go.
But it was said that the leader of Muta Mountain, Ba Yegu Dunmohe and his companions, although they recovered the Persian gold coins, they paid half of them to Fang Mengde. The fire of ignorance was burning in their hearts, so how could they spare the half-dead ones?
The thief?
So as soon as he left the tea shop, he was not in a hurry to go back to the hotel to rest. Instead, he escorted the thief and ran to the nearest Wuhou Pu in Demaofang.
Unexpectedly, before leaving Bei City, dozens of ordinary-looking people walked out among the pedestrians, and surrounded everyone in Mutashan. These people were old and young, male and female, but they were all ordinary people.
His eyes were cold and his face was expressionless, full of weirdness and making people shudder.
Although it was the first time for Ba Yegu Dunmohe to set foot in the Central Plains, he knew that the person coming was not good. He immediately clasped his fists and saluted and said: "I'm down at Mount Muta, Bayegu Dunmohe. What do you mean by my friends? You must stop us.
Way to go.”
An old man walked out of the crowd. His waist was stooped and he gasped three times with each step. He paused and pointed the jujube wood cane carved with a dragon head at the dying Thief. His voice was weak and hoarse, as if he was pulling a bellows:
"Transformed into a barbarian! I don't know how my old nephew offended your Majesty and was beaten like this! Are you trying to deceive me, a man in the middle of nowhere? If you can't tell me how ugly you are today, we, old and young, women and children, will come together and fight.
Even if I risk my life, I will seek justice from you!"
Ba Yegu Dunmohe immediately remembered the reminder from shopkeeper Fang that this thief was from the "grey" lineage of Zhongzhou Miaoshou Hall. As soon as he finished beating the little one today, the old man came after hearing the news, which shows that this masterful hand is
Tang’s ears, eyes, and eyes are not ordinary agile!
Thinking of this, he patiently explained: "This old man! This man sneaked into the tea shop. Not only did he steal my friends' gold coins, but he also caused trouble to the east, causing us to fight with others. Now two friends are dead.
, seven of his companions were seriously injured. After settling the score, it would not be unjust to beat him to death on the spot.
However, we have always heard that China is a country of etiquette, so we did not harm his life. We are willing to hand it over to Wu Houpu and deal with it according to the laws of the Sheng Dynasty. If the father-in-law is indiscriminate, he will stop him. Don't blame the lower class for being ruthless.