Back Off, Let Me Come

The eyes of Jiang Sheng and the other three fell on the scholar's waist.

At his waist was a knife fan with simple patterns.

The scholar lowered his head and glanced down. He picked up the fan with a smile and covered half of his face: "The square should not be square, and the circle should not be regular. This fan is called Jiuhua. It is not used to fan the cool breeze, but is often used to cover the face to block the sun. It is worth it. It’s not worth anything, maybe those jackals didn’t take notice of it.”

The knife fan is also known as the Jiuhua fan. The surface of the fan is mostly made of bamboo strips, and its use is relatively useless. It is not common among the people, but some maverick literati like it very much. To put it simply, this thing is more pretentious and stylish when used.

The bandits who robbed him naturally looked down upon him.

Hearing this, Shen Tang withdrew his gaze and was not interested.

She was not interested, but Jiang Sheng was uncharacteristically looking at the middle-aged scholar for a long time, making him unable to ignore him even if he wanted to. The scholar had no choice but to raise his hand and touch his face, and asked Jiang Sheng straight to the point: "Why are you looking at me like this, sir?"

Jiang Sheng did not feel the slightest embarrassment of being caught in the act. Instead, he smiled and started chatting: "When Jiang was young, he learned some fortune-telling skills from talented people and strangers. After studying it for so many years, although he is not proficient, he is still good at it. Learn a little bit about it..."

"Is there something wrong with my appearance?"

Accompanied by the occasional popping sound from the bonfire, Jiang Sheng said seriously and seriously: "It is indeed a bit weird... I have seen countless people over the years, but this is the first time I have seen Mr. so weird. Don’t know whether to talk about it or not?”

The scholar consulted Shen Tang and the others, but none of them minded, so he took off his wet outer shirt to dry it, and squatted by the bonfire with only his inner coat to warm himself. Hearing Jiang Sheng say that he had a strange appearance, he said with suspicion and a bit of hope: "Sir, please tell me."

Ning Yan, who was stirring the bonfire with firewood to make it strong, paused for a moment and secretly looked at Jiang Sheng with her peripheral vision, wondering why the other party suddenly did this. You must know that the three of them conceal their identities, and it is not appropriate to completely reveal their identities before they are completely safe.

The origin of this middle-aged scholar is unknown...

You should keep your distance.

However, Jiang Sheng's way of being a scribe is to "look at the Qi", and he can tell a person's fortune at a glance, and now he has perfected it... Could it be that Jiang Sheng saw something from this person's face? Ning Yan put down the firewood and baked a few more cakes, but her ears secretly grew to eavesdrop on the conversation.

Jiang Sheng took a closer look at the middle-aged scholar.

Asked: "Sir, has your fortune been sluggish these past few years?"

The middle-aged scholar nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I have been having bad luck. I don't know which god I have offended..."

Jiang Sheng asked: "Sir, have you encountered war wherever you go in the past few years? Even if you avoid man-made disasters and finally live in peace for two years, you will still encounter natural disasters such as drought and floods?"

The middle-aged scholar slapped his thigh with the handle of his knife fan.

He said ecstatically: "Yes, yes, they all hit."

Jiang Sheng looked at his face again, pretending to count with his fingers, and then asked: "Mr. got married when he was young, and he and his wife had a deep love for each other. They gave birth to three children. They were separated for some reason, and now they have not seen their children for many years. ,Yes or no?"

The middle-aged scholar wanted to grab Jiang Sheng's hand.

God, so awesome!

Jiang Sheng asked again: "Judging from your appearance, your official career has not been going well in recent years. Your colleagues have been quarreling with you, and your boss is unwilling to re-employ you?"

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly asked: "Is there a way to change the situation?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head slowly.

The middle-aged scholar couldn't hide the disappointment on his face: "Mr. Cai just said that Cui has a weird face. Where do you start with this?"

Jiang Sheng sighed: "This is what Jiang thinks is strange. With his appearance, he should have made a great success long ago, but now he is still like a stranded dragon... How can he be so depressed? That's why Jiang has this question... "

Shen Tang became somewhat interested after hearing these words.

"Flying dragon stranded?"

The middle-aged scholar stood up, bowed deeply to Jiang Sheng, and sincerely asked for advice: "Sir, please give me some advice to save Cui."

Jiang Sheng said: "Well, to untie the bell, you still need the person who tied it."

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly asked: "Who is the one who tied the bell?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "I don't know."

But looking at Jiang Sheng's expression, it was obvious that it wasn't that he didn't know but that he was unwilling to reveal the secret. The middle-aged scholar seemed anxious, but he couldn't force Jiang Sheng. The firewood burned quickly, and Jiang Sheng wanted to get up to pick up more. The middle-aged scholar raised his hand and pressed him down, volunteering.

There are so many refugees that we have to go far to collect firewood.

As soon as the middle-aged scholar left, Shen Tang spoke.

"Why did Xianden tease this person?"

Jiang Sheng's way of being a scribe can only look at a person's fortune, but not so many details. Although killing Zheng Qiao's head gave him a key opportunity to perfect his way as a scribe, the current situation was tense and there was no time for him to quietly retreat and break through.

"This person is better than anyone I've ever seen."

Although I couldn't see the man's face clearly, I remembered his fan. I remember that before Zhao Feng returned to Wu Xian, he had chatted with several brothers and friends. Among them, the one who complained the most was a literary scholar who liked to run around with a knife and fan all year round.

Zhao Feng also boasted that this person was not as talented as Qin Li, but for some reason, the lord Wu Xian didn't like him very much.

Shen Tang paused while tearing the pancake apart: "Know?"

Jiang Sheng said: "It's from Wu Zhaode's tent."

Jiang Sheng didn't care about the person who had been mentioned once or twice by others, but this person once helped Zhao Wei on the battlefield - Zhao Wei had a special status under Shen Tang's tent, and he had to look after Zhao Feng in order to save his face - middle-aged The scholar's actions could not be hidden from him.

Shen Tang glanced at the direction in which the middle-aged scribe was leaving, and then looked away: "Wu Xian's soldiers and horses should not be nearby. How could he be here? How could he meet us by chance?"

Is there something fishy here?

Shen Tang said: "Do you want to do him?"

His tone was as calm as if he was saying there were no stars tonight.

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "His official career is indeed not going well. He is separated from Wu Zhaode. It may not be Wu Zhaode who sent him."

In fact, this possibility is very low.

Jiang Sheng is more inclined to believe that the two have completely broken up.

Shen Tang: "Did he recognize our identities?"

Jiang Sheng said: "Most likely."

If you just meet by chance, there is no need to alert the snake.

After a few words, the middle-aged scholar came back with a small bundle of firewood, frowning for some reason. Jiang Sheng asked him why he was sighing, and the middle-aged scholar sighed: "I just went to collect firewood and saw several people cooking a pot of minced meat in a pot, so I felt sad."

The meat at this time is not serious meat.

Jiang Sheng asked the middle-aged scholar: "Where do you want to go, sir?"

The middle-aged scholar said: "Go south to avoid disaster."

Jiang Sheng said: "Unfortunately, we are on different paths."

The middle-aged scholar didn't ask where the three of them were going. They all said different ways, so there was no need to ask. In the blink of an eye, it was already midnight, and nearby refugees were huddled on the ground sleeping, snoring one after another. Shen Tang and the others should also close their eyes and rest their minds.

As a result, in the middle of the night, the three of them opened their eyes at the same time.

The middle-aged scholar has disappeared.

Shen Tang frowned: "When did you leave?"

She didn't even notice it.

The next moment, Shen Tang said: "Someone is coming."

The sound of horse hooves gradually approached.

The conditions in the wild were difficult, and the refugees did not sleep deeply. Soon some people were awakened and hurriedly pushed their fellow travelers around them. They didn't know what was happening, but the sound of horse hooves was to them like an arrow piercing the sky to a bird...

As soon as there is any movement, flee immediately.

But the sound of horse hooves came from far to near, and then from near to far.

He must have happened to be passing by, and everyone got a false alarm.

The night wind is cold and the stars are sparse.

Dozens of war horses galloped past, so fast that they seemed to be dragged into a line, but if you look carefully, you can still find some blood drops in the path of these war horses. Tick ​​tick tick, steaming. Everyone on the horse was injured, and the man in the middle was the most seriously injured. He controlled the reins with one hand, and with the other hand, he stuffed the intestines that leaked out of the wound back into his stomach from time to time.

Although he frowned, he never shouted.

Finally, I don’t know how long I have been running hard.

The man on the horse groaned and fell off the horse.

"General!"

The others stopped one after another, and the nearest soldier jumped off the horse and struggled to help the man up from the ground. The man's intestines did not continue to flow out, and the wound seemed to be shrinking, but with this amount of bleeding, sooner or later the man would be killed.

"Don't make any noise——"

The injured man reluctantly opened his heavy eyelids.

Qi Ruo Yousi said: "Help me go aside."

Dozens of people stopped at a sheltered spot by the creek.

They laid the man down, and those who still had strength grabbed the man's wrist and injected martial energy. Not long after, the man stopped him with a voice: "There is no need to work in vain... I know my own body well. I am afraid that I will have to step through this level." Don’t go there.”

Everyone was covered in dried or semi-dried blood, and pieces of unknown flesh could be found on their bodies. Anyone who was not blind knew how hard they had gone through before. For men, injuries are not a big problem. The recovery ability of high-level brave warriors is abnormal. The trouble is the pursuers who are chasing after them. Once they catch up, they will inevitably end up meeting the Lord of Hell.

As he spoke, the man beat the ground and cursed.

"Zhang Yongqing, that old brat, I underestimate him!"

The left and right asked: "General, what should we do now?"

The man swallowed the blood that surged in his throat, and forced himself to warn a few people: "The National Seal can be used to harm people. When I die, you can throw my body farther away, and then run away in the opposite direction... Anyway... Being able to get rid of the pursuers..."

"But the national seal..."

Several soldiers were still hesitant.

That thing is the national seal.

Where can I leave it without being robbed of my head?

The man said angrily: "The national seal is a piece of shit. Damn it, this is a life-threatening thing. Zheng Qiao is a bitch... Not many people died in the crusade against him. But when he died, he defeated all the soldiers under my command... I I’ve never seen anyone so insidious!”

When the national seal appeared on the side of one's own forces, the fool knew with his buttocks that this was a conspiracy set by Zheng Qiao - to force them to eat the small fish, and the small fish to eat the shrimp. When everything is settled, it's hard to say how many people are left alive in the Dragon Slaying Bureau coalition forces.

Zheng Qiao is dead...

But he also succeeded in bringing hundreds of thousands of people to be buried with him!

Thinking of this, the man wanted to curse again.

As soon as he uttered a word, he was choked by the blood rising in his throat and coughed repeatedly. One of his confidants advised him not to be too angry, and the other helped him stuff the popped out intestines back. It took the man a while to suppress the burning pain in his throat.

Just at this time--

The man, who was completely weak and groggy, suddenly opened his tiger eyes and shouted: "Who is it? Get out!"

The exhausted soldiers were on guard with their swords in hand.

"Don't panic, Cui has no ill intentions."

The knife fan brushed aside the hanging vines, and a person walked out.

A seemingly frail middle-aged scholar.

The injured man turned into a weapon and stood up unsteadily. He squinted at the middle-aged scholar and asked, "Who are you?"

"My surname is Cui, and I used to serve under Duke Wu."

The man sneered: "Wu Zhaode's subordinates."

The middle-aged scholar shook his head: "Not anymore."

The man had a bad temper: "I don't care if you are, if you are passing by, get out, if you are not passing by, keep your life!"

Middle-aged scholar: "I'm afraid General Qian is weak-minded."

The man groaned and sat back down on the ground exhausted. The soldier who was still able to move held a knife against the middle-aged scholar.

The two sides faced off for a while.

The middle-aged scholar said: "Cui can solve the general's danger."

The man just sneered, obviously not believing what the other person said.

But he asked: "How can you explain it?"

The middle-aged scholar said: "General Qian's sufferings are all due to the national seal. The general can leave the national seal to Cui for safekeeping."

The man scolded: "Fuck you!"

The middle-aged scholar was not upset: "General Qian, if the national seal is placed in your hands, sooner or later it will lead to death. If it is in Cui's hands, no one can detect its traces. Believe it or not, it's up to you!"

"I believe your lies and that's why there are ghosts!"

"The general doesn't believe it, so the oriole..."

He didn't continue, the man already sneered: "There are so many sneaky dogs, what can you hide?"

"Qian, who are you calling a bastard?" Shen Tang showed up angrily, looking at Qian Yong who was covered in blood and suffered countless wounds, he mocked rudely, "Hey, Uncle Qian, you are here too. Is this considered like a lost dog?"

The man, that is, Qian Yong, looked so disgusting that he couldn't even look at it.

He never expected that the person in the dark would be Shen Tang.

Asked: "Shen, why are you here?"

The relationship between Qian Yong and Shen Tang is really not a good one.

There is still a feud between the two.

Looking at the other party's attire, there were only two people following him, and he immediately thought that Shen Tang was just like him. He was just gloating about his misfortune when he was interrupted by Shen Tang: "I am not as unlucky as you, being chased to a desperate situation. I just heard that you have the national seal in your hand?"

Qian Yong narrowed his eyes: "Why, you want it?"

Shen Tang said: "If I want it, you will give it to me?"

Qian Yong sneered.

"Chief Shen wants to be buried with me, how can I refuse?"

Shen Tang: "..."

Qian Yong dares to give it now, but Shen Tang doesn't dare to accept it.

Once she takes it, her position is exposed.

She abruptly changed the subject: "Uncle Qian, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you so embarrassed? There are only so many people left?"

When it came to manpower, Qian Yong resisted the urge to burst into tears and said bitterly: "It's not because of that guy Zhang Yongqing!"

During the grand delivery of the national seal, his soldiers and horses were very close to Zhang He and were attacked by surprise before he could react.

The family business he had worked so hard for so many years was all gone!

Qian Yong asked: "What about you?"

Shen Tang said: "We separated because of some things."

Qian Yong smiled maliciously when he heard this, and Shen Tang mercilessly suppressed his intracranial orgasm: "Do you think everyone is as stupid as you? There are so many literati in my account, and together they can't even get a solid eye. Son, you can’t afford to suffer.”

Qian Yong: "..."

He was afraid that he died not from blood loss, but from anger!

Shen Tang looked at the defeated soldiers beside him and sighed: "Hand over the national seal, at least you can still save a life."

The next moment, a bloody object hit him head on.

Shen Tang: "..."

Good guy, are you serious?

The moment the national seal separated from Qian Yong, it turned into an illusory little dragon. A dragon roar flew into Shen Tang's palm.

result--

Snap!

Xiaolong was bounced by a dazzling light and fell to the ground.

Silence, embarrassment, speechlessness.

The national seal was rejected, and Xiaolong curled up in frustration.

Qian Yong looked at Shen Tang with a faint look, and said meaningfully: "You Shen Youli, you hide so damn well!"

Shen Tang didn't know why he was like this, so he could only smile awkwardly.

At this time, a pair of deep eyes fell on Shen Tang.

The owner of the sight is the middle-aged scholar.

He said: "If you can trust it, leave it to Cui."

The pursuers didn't know when they came, but the hot potato was finally taken over by the middle-aged scholar. He didn't absorb the national seal, but just tapped the little dragon with the knife fan, and the little dragon hovered on the fan handle. Shen Tang looked at the fan handle and felt nothing.

Shen Tang was surprised: "This is?"

The middle-aged scholar said: "Cui's way of being a scholar."

Qian Yong was amazed: "Wu Zhaode suffered a big loss."

Middle-aged scholar: "That's not all he lost."

Now that the national seal has a place to settle, the difficulty for Qian Yong and his party to escape is greatly reduced. When he thought of Zhang He's face at that moment, he felt relieved, his stomach no longer hurt, and his head no longer felt heavy. As long as the national seal does not fall into Zhang He's hands, any cat or dog will do!

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The scribe's way of a middle-aged scholar should be quite easy to follow.