Back Off, Let Me Come

"Nothing? What is that?"

Cui Hui was close and could hear clearly, but he just couldn't understand.

The beauty in front of her raised her hand, and a second beauty appeared on the ground. Cui Hui was stunned for a moment. It was not that she didn't know that Scholar Wenxin had the ability to incarnate outside the body, but it was the first time she had seen it with her own eyes, and she felt a sense of envy from the bottom of her heart.

"They are two beauties..."

Just thinking about it makes me suffocate with happiness.

Ning Yan said: "It is nothing."

Cui Hui said without thinking: "Nothing is beautiful!"

Ning Yan: "..."

The cold wind poured into his collar, taking away the little heat. Cui Hui shivered with the cold, and his mind suddenly cleared. The temperature in this season was on the low side, so she lay in the corridor for nearly a quarter of an hour, her brain almost stiff from the cold: "Um, what do you call Your Majesty?"

Ning Yan and Wu You exchanged information instantly as they looked at each other.

"My name is Ning Yan, with the courtesy name Tunan. I was an official in the same court as your father Cui Shanxiao." Ning Yan stretched out her hand to help Cui Hui get up, and did not forget to tell her, "The ground is very cold, so you should get up. It has not damaged the root cause, but as an ordinary person, you are easily frightened. It is best to drink a bowl of soothing soup before going to bed in the past few days to help you fall asleep. If you feel unwell, please inform us as soon as possible and arrange for medical treatment."

The corridor was windy, so Ning Yan sent her back to the house.

It took Cui Hui a while to digest this passage.

She suddenly remembered the scene before she fell into coma.

She said in shock: "Ning Nujun, that Mei Jinghe, she..."

Ning Yan handed her a glass of warm water to warm herself up and said, "I already know about her. She has already left and I couldn't stop her."

"What should we do?" Cui Hui didn't know how much Mei Meng's identity was hidden, but she knew that being targeted by Qi Yuanliang would definitely have weight. "Does this count as 'letting the tiger return to the mountain and releasing the dragon into the sea'?"

Ning Yan nodded: "Forget it."

"That--"

Before Cui Hui finished speaking, a shadow fell into the room.

The person who came was tall and majestic, and his majestic armor glowed with cold metallic luster. If you get closer, you can smell a faint trace of blood. His physique alone brings a strong visual oppression. This person first glanced at Cui Hui when he entered, and then he was relieved when he saw that Cui Hui was fine.

The shoulders are visibly relaxed.

"Ning Shizhong, I finally failed to bring the person back."

"As expected, she showed mercy to you." Ning Yan had heard about the old stories between Lu Jue and Mei Meng, and knew that the two had some unclear entanglements. "She is protected by a very powerful martial artist. If You were not pushed away by her, but bumped into her. Even if the Xinglin doctor arrived, there was nothing you could do to save her. Although she did not find her true identity, she was also hit at the gate of life."

"A strong and courageous warrior?"

Ning Yan said: "We are still acquaintances."

"acquaintance?"

"I met Zheng Qiao in the early years. It was Qi Cang."

The guards in Mei Meng are not very strong, and they belong to a relatively normal travel configuration of aristocratic families. If their strength exceeds this level, even aristocratic families with poor foundation cannot afford to support them. But Mei Meng is not only a daughter of an aristocratic family, but also a senior official of Qi State and deputy director of the Southwest Branch.

No matter how much progress Lu Jue has made over the years, meeting Qi Cang is still in vain.

Wuyou is just a relatively special incarnation of literary spirit.

"Wouldn't it be dangerous for Ning Shizhong to go there rashly?"

"Wu You is the incarnation of my literary spirit, it doesn't matter. Some information also needs Wu You to collect in person. Compared with the gains, it is more cost-effective to take some risks. If it is not the case that Zixu is gone, it can save worry." Ning Yan recalled that Wu You was defeated Hearing what he heard before, his brain ached a little. That thing was probably more disturbing than Mei Meng running away, "Oh, he really... caused a lot of trouble."

Lu Jue: "She?"

Ning Yan did not respond.

Just because the words Wu You heard were——

[Excuse me, please tell Qi Yuanliang——]

[His way of being a scribe is very useful. 】

This means that Mei Meng's scribe's way has certain similarities with Luan Xin's "paradigmatic reasoning", and he can unknowingly use the third party's scribe's way to his own advantage. Ning Yan was sure that Mei Meng must have done something by using Qishan's scribe's skills, otherwise she would not have left such an ambiguous provocation to sow discord. It was also a provocation and demonstration against Qishan, or the Northwest Branch.

It was related to Qi Yuanliang, and Ning Yan wanted to ask Shen Tang for instructions.

It cannot be disclosed to a third party before then.

In addition to this information, Ning Yan also found something "unexpected" through Wu You: "Birds of a feather flock together, and people flock together."

Lu Jue was immersed in a rare frustration and didn't understand why Ning Shizhong suddenly expressed such emotion. However, Cui Hui beside him hurriedly nodded in agreement with the beauty: "This is the truth."

Everything about being beautiful is right.

Lu Jue: "..."

The remote mountain road is rugged and the wheels turn very fast.

There isn't much of a bumpy feeling when you're in the car.

The bearded man opened the curtain and sat in without the owner's permission. He leaned back carelessly and completely ignored the original owner in the car. After sitting for a while, he felt weak all over. He sat up straight and complained: "You literati from aristocratic families are boring. Why do you ride in a carriage? You can go fast on horseback and it's not boring. If you don't change your posture for several hours, your buttocks are numb." ”

Even a strong ass can't stand such abuse.

Not only was my buttocks numb, my legs were also numb.

He doesn't like to pay attention to these vain pomps. You are running for your life right now, how can you still be free and leisurely?

Mei Meng supported her chin with one hand and did not look at him.

The strong man chuckled: "Still thinking about your old lover?"

He and Mei Meng parted ways in the Kingdom of Gao, taking time to visit their old master's grave and revisit their old places - Shen Youli had a very broad mind, and he was mentally prepared for his old master's grave to be dumped and his bones to be hung on a tree. , but I didn’t expect that the abandoned and dilapidated academy had been carefully repaired, and the old master’s tomb in it was also decorated. The tomb was clean and guarded by mute servants.

The strong man and the mute servant guessed and made gestures.

I learned from the mute servant that the nearby hilltop had been bought.

The owner of the mountain took pity on the mute servant and allowed him to live here. He only had to clean the academy regularly every month. There was no order given to the solitary grave. The mute servant would occasionally help pull weeds when he had nothing to do.

【Really? I do not believe. Is there really no one who comes here every now and then to dig up graves and whip corpses? Break a bone and make soup? 】The strong man expressed doubts about this, and almost annoyed the mute servant and was pushed out. After being bored, he stopped talking and went down the mountain to buy a lot of funeral objects.

[No one has offered you money for so many years, so you must be living in poverty down there, which sounds pitiful. Come, it’s a rare occasion for me to come here. Out of our friendship in the past, I will burn more for you this time. I don’t know when the next time will be... With the current world situation, maybe we will meet next time. I just went down. Buy yourself more delicious food and bribe the ghost servant. Maybe the bribe will work, and you will suffer less from being exposed to fire and fire every day... But don't spend too much. 】

[Think about it, if I die too, we will both be lonely ghosts without descendants to worship us. Without descendants to burn sacrifices, we will use less money in our hands. If you save some money, you might be able to survive until the day when you redeem your murderous karma and reincarnate again. It’s scary to think about it, it’s better not to die. I want to be majestic and majestic in the world, and if I want to be successful, I will be as poor as you as a ghost...]

While burning, I lamented the rapid changes in Kang State.

[Hey, there are still boys and girls. 】

[I’ll burn these too and serve you. 】

Zheng Qiao seems to have never suffered from poverty in his life.

[Is there still a beautiful girl here? I will also burn a few pairs for you, so that you will not be able to taste them while you are alive, but you will also enjoy them after you die. 】

Looking at the ashes devoured by the flames and curled up, the strong man thought of Zheng Qiao's face, and then thought of the enigmatic red cheeks of these rough paper figures. If Zheng Qiao could really receive them, I don't know who would be happy.

The strong man grabbed another handful of paper figurines with the words "Literary Scholar" and "Courageous Warrior" written on them. A large pile of paper figurines had red horizontal lines drawn on their waists, and the monogram tiger symbols were decorated with the words "Second Grade Upper Middle". ” and “Twenty-level Chehou”: [These masters will also be burned by you. If you feel your life is boring, then you can lead these underworld soldiers to destroy the underworld and blow up ghosts for fun. How fun would that be? 】

The mute servant watched the strong man burn the paper for half an hour in the lonely grave.

They mistakenly thought that the relatives of the strong man lay in the solitary grave.

Turn around and go to the kitchen to get some dry food.

Where is the strong man in front of the lonely grave?

If it weren't for the presence of a few more pieces of gold on the table, the mute servant would have thought he was hallucinating, and hurriedly thanked him in all directions, thinking that next time he went down the mountain to buy some sacrifices, he would be able to thank this kind man.

The strong man said nothing about his trip during this period.

But he knew Mei Meng's whereabouts very well.

Mei Meng said softly: "No."

The strong man looked like "you don't have to hide it".

He had only contacted Mei Meng in the past few days. Kang Guo still didn't know the news about his infiltration. As long as Mei Meng was ruthless, whether she wanted to take Lu Jue back whole or piece by piece, she could theoretically do it. , at most it takes a little effort.

"This man is indeed talented. If he were the same age as me, I would run away when I saw him. But who delayed his rebirth for so many years? It doesn't matter whether he is killed or crippled."

Mei Meng glanced sideways at the strong man.

Playing with the taste: "Is this all the general has in mind?"

Strong man: "..."

"We can neither take him away nor kill him. Just as before you came, didn't Shen Youli kill me? If I were just Mei Jinghe, I was just an ant that could disappear with the wave of a hand from those in power, but I He is also the confidant of the leader of Qi State and the deputy director of the Southwest Branch. If his identity is revealed, he cannot be directly touched. Whatever he does or says in secret, he must keep it in the open..."

Therefore, Lu Jue cannot die.

In other words, no matter who tries to stop him today, he cannot die.

The strong man just scoffed at this.

He was most impatient of these plots.

"When Shen Youli knows what you did..."

Mei Meng closed her eyes and said, "That's just a part of the plan. There can't be any mistakes in my path to perfection."

"Does it have to be perfect?"

Based on the strong man's experience, it would be better if Mei Meng's way of being a scribe is not perfect, as the perfect way is too easy to arouse jealousy.

"The way of a scholar is to inquire into one's heart. General, will you give up martial arts because of some trivial obstacles?"

The answer is no.

The strong man knew that it was useless to talk.

With the bumpy feeling caused by the rolling wheels of the car, the strong man looked at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the window and was speechless. After a long while, Mei Meng was hit by the booklet taken out from the strong man's arms, and the booklet fell on the hem of her clothes.

Mei Meng picked it up doubtfully.

I saw a few large characters written in the first column of the booklet.

"Counterattack!" Starting in prison, I am the emperor of the world! 》

The signature is [Five Elements of Bad Virtues].

There was something strange on Mei Meng's face.

"General, do you still read this?"

"What do you mean by 'still reading these'? It's something that appeals to both refined and popular tastes. It's a specialty of Kangguo! I just find it interesting. Some of the concepts in it are very satisfying. The person who wrote this book must be an expert." The strong man skipped some content vaguely. Changing the topic, "There is a very interesting speculation in it. It is said that the root of women's cultivation in the world may lie with those in power. In other words-"

The strong man said seriously: "The imprisonment has been released."

There was no need for Mei Meng to take risks and perfect this scribe's way.

She turned the book to the page where the strong man had made a note.

After a long while, he smiled and asked: "You mean, the release of the imprisonment imposed on me has something to do with Shen Youli?"

Calculating the time she can practice is indeed consistent.

The strong man said: "So far, yes."

Mei Meng lowered her eyes and put the book aside.

"But she is her and I am me. How many people can copy the path she took? Qi Yanqing and Shen Youli first became famous when they were twelve years old. During the Xiaocheng Alliance, what strength was she? She is here How much does the world know about the previous twelve years? She just appeared out of thin air! Let me ask - decades and hundreds of years later, dynasties changed one after another, and the shackles that were opened were imposed again. What twelve-year-old girl can replicate the path she has walked? Is it possible to replicate it?"

The main premise of copying——

Only with certain strength can you be qualified to be on the stage of Xiaocheng.

This strength is the cornerstone of everything.

Without a cornerstone, everything is a mirror image.

"And the path I took..." Mei Meng opened her eyes and looked into Qi Cang's eyes, word by word, "Even without Shen Youli, I can still become a literary scholar. Even if it was supposed to be ten, twenty, There is always hope for what will happen thirty years from now.”

"I want to walk through it myself."

"Proving that it can be copied and imitated by future generations."

"Even if it's a long shot."

In response, the strong man sighed, patted his thigh and said, "I should have been more energetic if I had to assist you back then!"

He licked his dry lips.

The madness in Mei Jinghe was purer than that of the current Lord.

Mei Meng: "...No, I'm not interested."

She was able to take advantage of the situation to support Wang Ji in the throne, because Wang Ji was born with a very high starting point, could follow the etiquette and get a good fiefdom, and when her wings were full, she could "coerce the emperor to command the princes". She was famous for everything she did and was far superior to others. Starting from scratch countless times.

If you focus on yourself, you will lose the most important "legitimacy" flag, and you will be hindered whether you recruit troops or other things.

She is not Shen Youli. She is besieged by multiple forces and can still fight back and forth, and she still has the upper hand most of the time...

From this point of view, Shen Youli's path is really difficult to copy.

It cannot be used as a reference for future generations.

Mei Meng replied firmly, but the strong man refused to believe it.

[Those who steal hooks will be punished, and those who steal the country will be martyred. 】

How can those who regard it as the way of the scribes be willing to submit to others?

Mei Meng is a hook thief and a country thief?

Or is she the executioner who kills both?

"Is Shen going to fight with those two guys from the Yongsheng Cult?" The strong man held his chin, bored. He wanted to get involved but didn't want to be a fish in the pond. "It's a pity that I can't watch the fun. But—it’s okay to just watch your excitement.”

Witness the literati and scribes who have perfected the way of scribes.

This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

|ω`)

Tang Mei: You have actually witnessed two of these once-in-a-lifetime ceremonies.