Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 9: The encounter in prison

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He hugged her and fell into the rain.

Neither of them has the strength to maintain a sitting position.

One was exhausted and exhausted, and the other rushed to stop the crazy tiger before he could recover, and was struck by that desperately.

The medicinal power has reached its peak, and the martial arts itself is already top-level Meng Fuyao’s full chest hit. It is definitely not something anyone can take. Looking at today, except for the top five of the top ten, it can only take it. There are only a few people, and Changsun Wuji is one of them.

However, as a strong man with the habit of automatic defense, at the moment of being hit, he did not choose to dodge but chose to pick it up, but Changsun Wuji was the only one.

At that moment, he was completely able to relieve his strength and avoid him, and he could move Meng Fuyao out and back again with gentle and ingenious strength, so that at least he would not be injured, but he did not, because he knew that to Meng Fuyao at that moment Vital.

The medicine Zong Yue gave was transferred to him by Meng Fuyao at the first level of explosive power at the beginning of taking it, but the true full power of the medicine was completely dissipated in Meng Fuyao's full fighting battle. Because of her unreserved mobilization and use, her skeletal muscle and blood internal breath reached the peak of the state, but because of the extremely rapid increase above the normal speed, she did not adjust her breath in time to channel the flow, causing the Zhen Qi to collide in the body. If there is no exit, the collision is the last self-help.

It can be knocked away, the raging sea is surging, the danger will eventually pass, but it will not be knocked away, the real force recoils, and the consequences are disastrous.

That one hit him with a mouthful of blood, but she could get her final way out and light for her who was trapped in the darkness and chaos on the verge of madness.

Which one is more important is your own choice.

The rain is torrential, and it seems to be dead, and it is bound to last all night.

*'s Meng Fu swayed on *'s Changsun Wuji and couldn't help coughing, and the cough was a mouthful of dark red blood. While coughing, he took the pulse of Changsun Wuji. Changsun Wuji opened his eyes and held her hand, yes She smiled.

Meng Fuyao looked into his eyes, it was a calm and deep sea, like the face of the sea, the pain between the heavens and the earth, but the wind across the sea.

That kind of eyes told her—all the pain between heaven and earth will eventually turn into dust, love, hatred, hatred, life and death, and after a thousand years, it will be just a burial mound. No one should carry the tomb and no one should. Sinking is not my fault.

Abandoning sparseness to be relatives, human nature, what is wrong?

It's hard to take care of yourself, and help with righteousness. What's the sin?

The sound of the rain has not ceased, and the thoughts are endless.

There is a kind of persuasion and consolation. It does not need long talks, but only expresses it with eyes and demeanor. Those deep-hearted understandings have already been told.

In the block that Fen resolutely met, in the one that knew the danger and did not let it, and knocked open her icy atrium first, the tear that caused her to cry, at this moment refused to faint and stare tightly Look.

Meng Fuyao slowly raised his eyes, met that kind of look, and read all the words there clearly, every word, deep and silent.

Gradually, in such eyes, she heard the blood tide receding, her heart calmed down, and the islands of flowers on all sides recovered again, and the flowers were soft and blooming.

The flower finally opened up in the blood of the rainstorm. Although it was late but not too late, it quietly sprung branches and leaves to stretch out the brilliance, firmly rooted and cleansed the soul. From then on, there is a place in the heart that is more full and solid.

Finally, she raised her face and opened the calm smile he wanted to see gently at him.

The smile is still sad, but it is cool and clean, and it shines with a richer and fuller glow, like the courtyard and the fields, washed and washed by tonight's heavy rain, and the shade of green and green leaves.

And she also has to be baptized, from body to heart.

The grandson Wuji smiled peacefully, closed his eyes, and Meng Fuyao smiled, reaching out to block the rain falling on his face.

Hidden Wei and Tiecheng hurried over and helped them up. Meng Fuyao glanced at Tiecheng, consoling, but she had no strength at all. The body that had been rioted needed repair and rest, she closed it with great weight eye.

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The fire in the cave is warm, all sides are clean and dry, and the empty mountain is especially clear after the rain.

When Changsun Wuji woke up, he felt such an almost peaceful atmosphere.

The haystack under her body was soft and fragrant, and she slept beside him, with tears still in her sleep, but she held his hand with a small smile.

She is here, well.

Zhang Sun Wuji looked at her and looked at her again, as if he felt a little extravagant, he quickly closed his eyes again, embraced her and stroked her hair lightly, gestures full of tender compassion...what to pity her ? This woman who suffered great pain in her heart for him?

Always feel not enough...not enough and not enough.

In the end, he couldn't help it, lowered his eyes and looked at her closely.

The woman under her body was slightly pale, with long eyelashes covering her eyes, but her expression was calm and serene.

God knows this peace and tranquility, how many hardships and sufferings have to be exchanged for?

But that is her destiny, her unique tribulation, the world is bustling and thousands of people come and go for profit, everyone knows how to defend their selfishness, and for this, she is the only one who hates herself It’s selfish, and it’s deeper and painful.

The pain did not come from mistakes-she was never wrong, but the nature, justice and passion that fate gave her was what made her unable to tolerate being indifferent to death. There is no need for any condemnation, she has already given herself the deepest punishment, it is never the world's wind sword and frost sword that knocks her down, but the huge self-censure from deep in her heart.

That's why she is Meng Fuyao.

No one can replace it.

Meng Fuyao is the fullest, brightest, bravest, and has attracted countless men.

He didn't hesitate to sacrifice what he wanted to accomplish and possess... the most complete and true Meng Fuyao.

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled, and habitually wanted to press Meng Fuyao's wrist, but suddenly the hand gently lifted and held him, and then the woman complained and said helplessly: "Okay. ."

Meng Fuyao woke up.

She got up lazily, and she was startled when she heard the noise of her own joints.

The grandson Wuji already said: "Congratulations, Fuyao, you have improved again."

Meng Fuyao smiled wearily: "Thank you for your gift, but also beg you, don't give me real strength from now on, otherwise one day I will really surpass you, and you will lose face."

"I didn't intend to give you real power," Changsun Wuji smiled, "I just want to see how much you improve, but," he suddenly changed his tone, and said unhappily: "I want to fight with Zong Yue Let’s talk, he is really faint, and he actually gave you such a domineering tiger wolf medicine."

"Hey, don't wrong people." Meng Fuyao immediately said: "I was too impatient." She glanced at Changsun Wuji and sighed, "Actually, I was in a mess. You entered the turtle. I’m in a state of rest, I’ll repair and heal my wounds. As long as I’m patient, I won’t be able to do anything. It’s all my luck..."

"Aren't all the blessings in disguise now? As long as you take time to recuperate, you and I can take the medicine to go one step further." Changsun Wuji leaned against the mountain wall, smiling slightly.

Well...Although the consequences were a bit tragic, Fuyao would mess up for him, which he thought was pretty good.

Meng Fuyao didn't know his Xiao Jiujiu, she was leaning against the mountain wall, the cave was narrow, the two were squeezed together, there was no gap between their bodies. This was the first time they were awake and close together after the night on the water. Contact, but didn't feel anything, Meng Fuyao set his hands on fire, looked around, and said: "Where are we?"

"On the back mountain in the town." Zhong Yi spoke. This cave is a turning hole. The two of them are placed in the innermost cave. The rest are guarding in the outer cave. Hearing the movement of them waking up, Zhong Yi crosses. Entering, he smiled and said: "Purple cloaks are full of people looking for people in the town, and they also post articles to chase around a hundred miles around the road, I just hide under their noses!"

Meng Fuyao looked at him, thinking that he and his grandson Wuji were both down. Hidden guards don’t care about chores, and Tiecheng is not smart. Thanks to his plan, he can’t help but smile at him gratefully and call him in. Fire up: "Look at your complexion, come and warm up."

Zhong Yi immediately stepped in unceremoniously, and sat down beside her, the hole was narrow, and this squeezed body was even tighter, and he smiled innocently: "It's fine if you are fine. I was scared to death before."

He held a bundle of firewood and added the fire, saying: "But you can't stay here for a long time. The purple cloak will come over sooner or later. Both of you are still unhealed, but what's the matter?"

"It will take me about a month to fully recover. How about you?" Meng Fu shook his head and asked Changsun Wuji.

"I should be shorter than you." Changsun Wuji said: "As long as you get past the first ten days, you can handle it later."

"The hardest hour has passed, what else is there to be afraid of?" Meng Fuyao stared at the fire, and said sensibly: "No matter what method is used, even if a dog from the mourning family flees with its tail, I must endure it first. Leave time for yourself to recover. Thirty years of Feng Shui will take turns. When I am completely healed, they...huh!"

"Leave some time for them to wash their necks. You can also relax when you chop." Zhong Yi smiled and added firewood. He did not add firewood from his side, but crossed Meng Fuyao to add the other side. Too tight, squeezing and rubbing his body, Meng Fuyao gave in uncomfortably, but there was nowhere to give, Changsun Wuji watched, frowned calmly in the shadow of the fire, and then gently twisted his fingertips.

The white shadow flashed, Master Yuan Bao headed up and walked towards the cat.

"Mao————" With a scream, Zhong Yi immediately disappeared again at the speed of light.

Yuanbao brand long-haired spray insecticide is unsatisfactory.

Meng Fuyao stared at Lord Yuan Bao, feeling that although the mouse still had that hairy face, his eyes looked gloomy.

"What's wrong with the mouse?" Meng Fu shook his head and asked Changsun Wuji.

"Um... it's probably the smell of a relative's house that smoked it." Changsun Wuji looked at Master Yuanbao, saw that Meng Fuyao didn't understand, and explained, "In order not to let himself go out of bad things, he found someone The mouse hole squeezed in."

Meng Fuyao gave a "Oh", his expression darkened, Changsun Wuji looked at her and slowly said: "Fuyao, we are not afraid to mention it, nor are we afraid to bear it, but there is no need to keep carrying it away. Put it down."

"No." Meng Fuyao sniffed and smiled brightly at him, "I figured out, some things are so helpless, which is more difficult to distinguish, can only choose between pain and more pain. I am not the material of the Virgin. I can be selfless and holy. I don’t want to be a Virgin. I will do it again. I will choose this way."

Do it all over again, I'll still save you.

Meng Fuyao, who had experienced such an unbearable recollection that his first life was not as good as death, was on the verge of madness and torment.

Changsun Wou-ki suddenly suffocated.

The top politicians who have been able to sway freely in his life, because of a short sentence, suddenly feel full of sourness and heat, and can't speak.

The silent persistence and choice in the long days seem to have received the most abundant return in this almost unintentional sentence.

For a long while, he laughed silently, filled with a lotus-like smile line of Qinghua, gently gathered the woman's soft long hair, turned his head and kissed her ear softly, said:

"Fuyao, I am glad I met you in this life."

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Xuanji's purple cloak, which was famous in China on February 12th, thirtieth year of its reign, suffered its first heavy blow since its establishment.

That night, on the night of heavy rain, the purple cloak that mastered the law and ruled rampant illegally, broke into a wealthy household in a certain place at night, destroyed his door, raped his wife, and robbed his fortune. This is not unusual for the purple cloak. , It’s never been easy for no one to ask, but they kicked the iron plate that night.

The fifty-man squad was completely wiped out, and all of them died terribly.

Outside the town a little further away, another group that was supposed to rush to join the robbery, the robbers were robbed, and dozens of gray-clothed men were intercepted and killed, none of them stayed.

The big emperor was furious and ordered a thorough investigation of this terrifying case, but the heavy rain that night washed away all traces, only from the collapsed courtyard wall and broken ground of the Li family’s house, the person who shot , Martial arts is extremely high.

After the purple cape leader under the Grand Emperor looked at the scene carefully, he clearly reported to the peak. The shot was not an ordinary first-class master, and he was suspected to be a top martial artist among the top ten.

This news did not make the great emperor a little bit angry—the eldest daughter of the Xuanji dynasty was Feng Xuan’s first daughter. She grew up with a lot of grace and developed a violent and arrogant temperament. As a woman, she leads the assassination machine of the first guard of Feng's dynasty.

"Look!" The great emperor overturned the book case. The arrogant woman who had never experienced setbacks was full of fierce anger at the corners of her eyebrows and her eyes. She smashed all the papers and letters of the case on the head of the second-rank master's purple cape.

"Whoever it is! Bring his head to see me!"

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"Purple Cloak" started a search all over Xuanji.

Using the unique authority of the dynasty supervision agency, in the name of "catching the felons of the door," all the urban and rural ports were posted, officers and soldiers were mobilized to guard the city gates, and searched everywhere. The three princes, Feng Chengtian, asked for a coordinated search. Feng Jingrui was recently killed because of his entourage. The green forest forces in the north, who had been successfully recruited, have a tendency to rebel against the water. Under the instigation of someone who wants to impeach him, Feng Jingrui is impeaching him. I was impatient with the troubles, and seven or eight bags appeared on my forehead. The three princes from the southern border of Fujing seemed to agree very seriously, and dispatched the special iron guards responsible for criminal law enforcement by the Court of Justice. Coordinate investigation.

The death of a hundred purple cloaks shocked the entire Xuanji court. The hundreds of officials angrily demanded a strict investigation of the murderer. Therefore, they have always been in charge of the law enforcement powers in the open and secretly. The two powers, "Purple Cloak" and "Purple Cloak," and "Iron Guards" finally joined forces for the first time because of this pouring day.

The whole family of Li family was killed one hundred and sixteen people, but no one mentioned it, as if the life of the purple cloak was human life, and the life of the innocent Li family was the ashes that popped from the chimney of the great masters.

The ash was lightly waved away by Xuanji's court, but it was deeply remembered by several other people who experienced that night, buried in the heart, waiting for the wind to reignite one day, turning the fire into a prairie fire!

February 13th, at night in the back mountain of Donglan Town.

The entire Donglan Town was brightly lit. The officers and soldiers and their purple capes were searching all night, and the whole town still got nothing after jumping around. The captain in charge of the search looked up at the back mountain with the light of the torch and said: "Search Ever?"

"Back to the team, I searched it the night of the incident." A purple cloak replied politely.

"Search again!" The captain thought and waved his hand categorically, "The other party is likely to sneak into the mountain while you have searched. If you have searched, you will not search again."

"A lesson from the team!"

A team of five hundred people plunged into this small mountain, the light of the torch was like a long snake, mighty and gleaming in the dense green of the mountain.

The person responsible for the search on the north side of the mountain was a small team leader who led fifty people to search through a net. Because they were concerned about the strength of the top ten, everyone brought the flag flower rocket. Once they found out, they didn’t do it. Send a message quickly.

The heavy rain the day before made the mountain road soaked. The soil of this mountain is a kind of sticky red clay. Now it is getting slippery and sticky. It goes down and down, and complaints continue along the way.

A group leader led five people and was assigned to the most rugged road. When he sighed and walked down a mountain road to the middle of the mountain, a person suddenly came across.

The man walked comfortably, but his steps were a little weird. He fluttered from a distance. In the night, it was elegant and frightening. When he came closer, he stepped on a pair of wooden pieces. Stilts with a bundle of firewood on his back.

When I saw such a person in the middle of the night, it was naturally very suspicious. The team leader immediately stopped with a sword and shouted: "Who!"

"Official man, the firewood man in Donglan Township under the mountain." The man put down the bundle of firewood and replied very humbly: "The rain was too heavy yesterday, and there was no firewood at home, so I had to come out to cut firewood at night."

"Fighting firewood in the middle of the night?" The team leader raised his eyebrows and looked at the man carefully, but felt that this man was weak and weak, unlike a man with martial arts. He touched the flag flower rocket and put it down again.

"There is really no wood to burn." The man smiled helplessly, untied the bundle of firewood and put it down and said, "Is the official tired? Why not rest on this bundle of firewood, all sides are wet, there is no place to sit. Only this bundle of wood is dry. I just found it in the cave over there. There is still a lot of hay."

"Really?" The team leader's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked: "Where is the hole?"

The man pointed in a direction, and the team leader hurriedly ordered the five subordinates to check it out. He was also anxious to go there. The woodcutter stooped to fetch the firewood and smiled at him: "Don’t the officer rest? ?"

"Get out..." The team leader didn't say half of his impatient words, and suddenly looked into the opponent's smiling eyes.

The eyes are calm with a smile, but the waves are dim, like the wavy sea before the storm, seeming to be motionless, but changing a lot, pushing into the eyes layer by layer.

Immediately, he felt that shining in his mind, and the wave of consciousness, he felt in a daze, as if he was really tired, and muttered blankly: "...ah, very tired..."

"Yes," the man smiled, "Why don't you sit down and rest?"

"Um...sit down." The team leader felt that the bundle of wood was dry and comfortable, and it was the most suitable resting place for himself after being exhausted in the middle of the night. He immediately sat down.

Immediately he felt that the tail vertebrae seemed so numb, and then disappeared. He sat there and heard the other person say softly: "Wait for them to come, might as well let them sit down, busy in the middle of the night, very tired ."

"Um...all sit down."

"The person you are looking for is on the top of the mountain." The man pointed to the top of the mountain, and then the bushes shook, came out a few people who were also on stilts, and walked calmly in front of the small captain who was sitting upright. Walking, grabbing a few boots to make messy footprints, the team leader looked blankly, as if he saw it, but actually didn't enter his mind.

He just stared at those eyes, feeling that the waves were strange and beautiful, and the sea seemed to be pouring in, making it warm and comfortable.

He said: "Well, on the mountain, I didn't walk."

"It's amazing, what you saw, is waiting for you to find him and kill him."

"I saw it, wait until we come to kill..."

The few people who finished their footprints came over, and one of them supported the "woodcutter" and said, "Are you okay?"

The man smiled, patted the opponent's hand, his eyes did not leave the team leader, only said: "Squint for a while."

The squad leader immediately felt sleepy, and his heavy eyelids drooped.

The few people passed by him casually, and someone said in a low voice: "I want to kill, I want to kill--"

"It's useful to save their lives." The gentle and low male voice just now.

"I will endure, I will endure." Mumbled away.

This conversation stayed in his mind for a moment, and was blown away by the wind of thinking like quicksand. He sat in a daze, opened his eyes for a while, and saw the five subordinates who had found nothing in the cave come back and greeted him immediately. : "Get tired, come sit down."

It is rare for the five subordinates to see their boss so kind, flattered and squeezed to sit down, and then they all quieted down.

The captain raised his finger, pointed at the top of the mountain, and said: "Up there, what I saw is very powerful. He said he was waiting for us to go up and kill."

The five people lifted their eyelids together, took a look, and said: "Well, it's on top."

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On the night of February 13th, a five-person team in the Purple Cloak claimed to have found "enemy trails" in Donglan Mountain. They subdued the five of them and brought a message to the leader of the Purple Cloak. He didn't go anywhere, just in Donglan Mountain. Waiting for the purple cloaks to start their killings, the five of them spoke in unison, unbelievable. Besides, after encircling the mountain, they didn’t find any footprints going down the mountain. Where the five people were, there were messy footprints pointing to the top of the mountain. The paraphrase also fits.

For this reason, the purple cape leader rushed to Donglan Mountain overnight, mobilized most of the purple cape forces under his command, and surrounded Donglan Mountain tightly, threatening: "Flies fly out and leave four legs!"

February 14, Guanyuan County, fifty miles away from Donglan Town.

Early in the morning, there was a long and bustling queue at the gate of the city. The people inside wanted to go out and the outside people wanted to come in. The convoys of carts selling vegetables in the city were blocked at the gate, accepting the ratio of guards and soldiers. Many meticulous inspections on weekdays, even the clothes were touched one by one, the silver and copper coins were touched, and they were taken away. The little girl and the daughter-in-law suffered even more. They were forced to take off their shoes. The officers and soldiers smirked and touched them in the embroidered shoes. Touching it, caused the girls and wives to cry.

Everyone has a look of anxiety and unease, but they dare not speak up. Only in the back row, there are some whispers.

"...What happened to this recently?"

"I heard to catch the thief!"

"...It is still good here, Donglan Mountain, the mountains and wilds outside, and the roads leading to the cities are more closely investigated!"

"...See the one in purple in front of you? Purple cloak!"

"Ah...I heard that they were looking for someone in Donglan Town a few days ago. If they couldn't find someone, they would give out their anger. Every household lost money and suffered! Pity the Li family still..."

"Quiet! You don't want to die, mention this!"

For a moment of silence, the timid people shut their mouths and moved forward with the crowd stupidly.

In the crowd, a Taoist who described the wretchedness suddenly rolled his eyes and twisted three large hairy moles on his face.

A smart little boy beside him smiled and bent down to pat the ashes on his robe, saying: "Master, be careful that the robe is stepped on."

A clean old man behind him squinted his eyes, looked at Dao Tong's patting hand, and ordered the young servant around him: "Be careful to help Dao Master."

The servant said "Oh" and wanted to come forward to help, the grandfather held the black hair on the big mole, smiled and said: "It's okay, grandpa, I'm very careful."

The servant let go with a dark face, and the old man's eyes filled with a smile.

This line naturally pretends to be a group of four.

Changsun Wuji version Qingzhu old man, Meng Fuyao version wretched Taoist, Zhongyi version Xiaodao boy, Tiecheng version servant.

The four came down from Donglan Mountain, and with their martial arts, it is not difficult to escape the purple cloaks scattered in the mountains, but for Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji, even if they escaped, they would have to hit you with a hammer. So the purple cloaks were forced by that trick to eat and sleep under the Donglan Mountain, searching endlessly on the top of the mountain for "waiting to kill" experts.

Several people discussed and stopped briefly in Guanyuan County, where there are fewer purple capes. After Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wou-ki’s first few days of recuperating, as long as the two can recover, the risk factor will be doubled. .

The team at the gate of the city moved slowly, and it was their turn anyway. The officers and soldiers rudely pressed the "skinny and thin" "old Taoist" against the wall, viciously touching it from top to bottom.

The "old Taoist priest" chuckled and shook his body and said: "Hey, sir, the monks don’t squeeze their bones, tap—tap—"

Meng Fuyao was pinched there, and she didn't have much to herself. After the heavy rain night and after deep thought, she had learned to calmly accept some things.

Is it just touching? Anyway, they touched the old Taoist priest and not Meng Fuyao.

But this time she endured it, some people couldn't bear it.

After the officer and soldier touched the old Taoist priest, it was the turn of the Taoist boy. There was another round of quick search and then pushed hard, and felt a slight pain on the tip of his left finger, but it was only a pain, and the ant stung. I didn't care about the feeling of a mouthful.

Then it was the turn of the clean old man. When the search was over, the gap between his right fingers seemed to tingle slightly, which was also an instant.

It feels too subtle, and the officers and soldiers are too busy and irritated. Seeing that these few people have no oil and water, they don't want to pay much attention.

Three days later, the man rotted his hands. Of course, this is irrelevant.

In the end, it was Tiecheng's turn. The servants naturally wanted backpacks. The burdens were naturally searched carefully and spread out. They were nothing but whitewashed robes, utensils, talismans, yellow paper, peach swords, and a bunch of messy things. , An officer and soldier turned around for a while and saw that there was really nothing of value, and raised his hand and hummed.

The bag was thrown out, and things scattered all over the ground. The empty cloth bag flew in the air. Meng Fuyao raised his hand to pick it up. The officer and soldier accidentally turned his head and saw that the flying cloth bag fell from the tail, and the shape was wrong.

He immediately reached out and hooked the cloth sack strap, took it back, tore the bottom layer, and grabbed a slick thing.

"Aha, what is this? Cat?"

Fearing to be searched out, Master Yuan Bao hidden in the cloth bag made a corpse in his hand, and rolled his eyes when he heard the words-don't use the cat to insult me!

"Guardian, that's the evil-shielding rat who catches the demon on the trail!" Meng Fuyao hurried over.

"Catch the demon mouse?" The officer and soldier laughed loudly, pinching his fingers together, and Master Yuanbao screamed.

"Hey, don't you!" Meng Fuyao yelled, "That's the guy who eats on the trail...The official is merciful!"

"You told me not to leave me?" The officer squinted at Meng Fuyao, shook his ears vigorously with Lord Yuan Bao, "I heard about evil black cats, never heard of evil black rats, what a miracle Fa? Can you help us catch the **** murderer?"

Damn!

Looking for death!

Meng Fuyao straightened up in anger, and when he raised his gaze, he shot a cold electric shot. The officer was startled by the gaze. After that, he felt a sharp pain in his fingers, and half of his fingertips were bitten by Master Yuanbao!

He screamed in pain, and slammed Master Yuan Bao vigorously. Master Yuan Bao took advantage of the momentum to turn over in mid-air and shot into the corner of the wall and disappeared.

"Hit them for me!"

The officer and soldier shook their **** fingertips, furious, pointed at Meng Fuyao and the others, and a few **** handymen immediately rushed over.

Meng Fuyao took a step back, her fingers reaching the city bricks, even if she was seriously injured, it would take minutes to kill these bastards!

However, in a blink of an eye, all the officers and soldiers were looking in this direction.

Seeing and hearing the noise of the purple cloak on the head of the city, they all bowed their heads.

I remembered that most of the purple cloaks from fifty miles away were there. Nearly ten thousand purple cloaks, fast horse riding, can be here in an hour.

It takes the most precious three days to think of the injury of myself and the grandson Wuji.

I remembered the oath I swore in Donglan Mountain cave.

Forbearance! Endured the most difficult early stage.

One day, you will be shaken up and down!

I have suffered twice!

Meng Fuyao hid his face and hugged his head.

"Don't fight--Don't fight--" "The old man Qingzhu" rushed over, "The officials are sympathetic, and the children in the old man's house are frightened. They are still waiting for the Daoist to deal with the disaster. You broke him. , What to do with the old man......"

He rushed over, calmly shook Meng Fu, who was holding his head and squatting, toward the corner of the city wall, pushing into a dead corner that no one could squeeze in, and then he stretched his body to stay above Meng Fuyao.

The fists of those reckless men immediately fell on his back like a wind. There was a bang.

Tiecheng immediately leaped forward silently, another block, and another dumb beating.

Several people stacked one on top of the other, blocking the blind corner of the city wall, opened an umbrella like an umbrella to block Meng Fuyao, and blocked her deeply in the shadow that couldn't get her eyes and fists. From Meng Fuyao's angle, only I vaguely heard the impact of punches and kicks on the body, the insults of foul language, and the laughter from all sides. She didn't even know who of them was getting more punches and kicks.

At this moment, the side he covered with his body belonged to her triangle, keeping the beating, ridicule and humiliation away from half a foot away.

The most noble man on the Wuzhou Continent, the prince of a country who overturned the political situation of the Seven Kingdoms with his hands raised, and the top figure who has been respected by people throughout his life, and who has never dared to add a word of condemnation, in this small foreign country In front of the door, chose to be beaten for her.

It is easy to share wealth and wealth, to share adversities, to be courageous to put down amidst adversities, to be brave to fold is even more difficult.

There is a kind of defense, not only in the *, but also in the soul, in all the courage and choices that replace the body.

Regardless of whether it is the life and death difficulties that take the place of the body, or just the old fists of a group of officers and soldiers.

Even the latter is more difficult.

The person who can give a chance to survive may not be willing to block today's fist, and if such a small place is reluctant to let her take it, how afraid of life and death?

Meng Fuyao raised his eyes and looked up. In the dense shadow, the backlit grandson Wuji had a blurred face, but his eyes were still smiling softly. Seeing her looking over, he calmly said: "It's okay."

Meng Fuyao smiled very ugly, and said, "It's really unlucky for you to be with me. Now you have even suffered a fat beating."

"No," Changsun Wuji replied lightly and firmly, "All that I have experienced with you is something special that no one can give me anymore."

It's special, Meng Fuyao grinned, and even suffered a beating from a husband.

Under normal circumstances, these people are not qualified to even kneel in the dust and kiss the corner of his robe.

The people above beat me for a while, and saw that these people did not resist. Only the officer whose finger was bitten still refused to give up, holding his finger and shouting: "This Taoist instigates a monster to attack people and cause chaos! Can you tolerate such demon? Take it! Take it!"

Zhong Yi understood that he was going to blackmail and was about to pay for the money, but Changsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao suddenly looked bright.

Prison!

Where else can it be safer than prison?

The purple cloak that a dog sniffs all over the floor, even if you want to break your head, you can't think of the person they are looking for is in Guanyuan's prison!

Meng Fuyao squinted his eyes and laughed--even though the living conditions are a little worse, it's time to experience life.

She flew over with a wink, Zhong Yi stopped her hand, and suddenly understood what they meant.

The officer called for a while, and saw that several people hadn’t paid any money for management. He was furious. He waved his hand to call a few government officials who guarded the order of the city gates. He pointed to Meng Fuyao: "This demon road carries monsters, and it must enter If the city is full of trouble, take it quickly!"

Several government officials shook their heads and put the chains down to Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao "struggled and exclaimed": "The official is wronged. The trail is the Taoist in the Qingfeng Temple 30 miles outside the city. The most respectful and law-abiding But the monks..."

A few yamen leaned over and smiled in her ears: "It's useless to call injustice, hurry up and call your partner, collect a few incense money for the official to heal the wound, the big guy will respect and respect you, keep you for a few days I'll just let it go, otherwise...hehe."

The eldest son Wuji also rushed over and grabbed the yakuza: "Official man, don’t, my child still expects this Daoist chief to be timid and relieve the calamity, pity me for three generations of single transmission, if the child makes a mistake, the Wanguan family wealth Who will inherit..."

The servants' eyes lit up immediately, rich people! Wanguan family wealth! Anxious at home! Waiting for help! Add up to a windfall!

Murders, rapists and robbers don’t need to be off, this must be off!

"You and this demon are sneaky, you must not do good things! You need to find out thoroughly!" Ya Jieji pointed at the grandson Wuji, angrily: "Take it together!"

Ding Ling Dang, the chain was pulled down, and the two prisoners who were "screaming to the heavens and the earth" were dragged away. The people onlookers shook their heads. Some hurriedly persuaded Zhong Yi: "Little Taoist, hurry up and raise money to redeem the people, otherwise Our Guanyuan’s prison... black!"

"Thank you." Zhong Yi smiled, pulling Tiecheng, who was unwilling but unable to be "arrested" together, walked away and replied: "Give them an extra three or five days , How good..."

Leaving the stunned villagers, looking at their backs that Shi Shiran was happy to leave, touched his head, and said in amazement: "Scared faint, right?"

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"Pop!"

A bowl of leftover rice was viciously smashed from the iron bars, and gray rice and moldy tofu splashed all over the floor, and the unpleasant sour and sour smell suddenly spread from all sides.

Meng Fuyao sat cross-legged, looking at the sky, smiling for a long while, turning around to look at the one behind him: "Have you eaten? Eat more after eating, go home and eat if you haven’t eaten."

The one behind him blinked and replied: "You are polite, you go first."

The two looked at the bowl of rice and each turned their heads.

The dark and damp prison is surrounded by mouse dung and cobwebs, and the ground is covered with rotten cotton wool and straw. Sometimes black rats run by, and his figure and appearance are in the sky and the ground.

Meng Fuyao kicked a mouse away, rubbed his nose, and muttered: "I hope that guy remembers to deliver the meal. I want to eat the steamed ham, long and phoenix, phoenix, and dried shark's fin..."

Changsun Wuji smiled: "You seem to be the only one who can eat now." He stretched out his hand under his sleeves, and his delicate and beautiful wrist bones flashed in the dark like a jade. Meng Fuyao listened to this and watched. His wrists turned red, and his eyes fluttered away, but he felt that Changsun Wou-ki suddenly held down her wrist. Meng Fuyao immediately hit him with his backhand, and the two of them used their own. Unique skill, running in the opponent's body for a week, release his hand for a long while, and smile at each other.

Both people feel that each other's smile is full of colors in the dark prison, and it is very bright.

Because of the effect of Zong Yue’s pill, the true powers of Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji merged in the last punch, and both of them had internal breaths that belonged to the mixed true energy of the two, which made them heal. China can complement each other to achieve complementary advantages.

Such an advantage also allows the two people to adjust their breath at the same time. When there is a warning sign, they stop at the same time, and there is no need to arrange a person to take turns to waste time.

Chang Sun Wuji gently played with her fingers, and suddenly said leisurely: "Somehow, I suddenly feel that there are so many places to go in this life, but those beautiful halls, palaces of princes, or mountains, rivers, lakes, and temples, It's not as good as the prison here, the taste is unique..."

"You are really..." Meng Fuyao also laughed, but turned off the topic in the middle of the sentence, muttering to himself: "This time in jail, won't you encounter another strong wind?"

I also thought this idea was funny, smiled, and looked at no one on all sides, and felt that the mask was not worn properly this time, and it was always a bit crooked, so I asked Chang Sun Wuji to block her and take it off. Mask adjustment.

The two sit back to back, each with their heads up, on each other’s warm back and in the unique fragrance, they are at ease thinking about a mess of scents, thinking about what to do after going out, thinking about those Mingli The enemy in the dark, Meng Fuyao took the mask in his hand and played with him, breathed out for a long while, and said in a low voice: "Give me three days, give me three days..."

Before the words fell, a black shadow flashed in front of him, suddenly a skinny hand stretched out from the wooden fence next door, grabbed the bowl of glutinous rice, swept away the scattered rice grains on the floor with extremely agile fingers, and then immediately Retracted like lightning.

Meng Fuyao looked back and saw a prisoner next door, wearing a gray cloth that was so dirty that the color was no longer visible, he was desperately and quickly stuffing rice into his mouth, and he smiled stupidly at her.

Meng Fuyao frowned and looked at him, and stepped away alertly. When she moved, she moved just to the light of the oil lamp on the far wall of the cell. The man was laughing with a deep yellow fang, chewing desperately He took a moment to look at her, then another.

Then he paused suddenly, let go, and the rice ball in his hand fell rustlingly, falling all over the ground, but he didn't notice it, just staring at Meng Fuyao, his eyes constantly changing, hesitating ...Confused...recalling...at the end was horror.

The expression and consciousness suddenly shattered, leaving only a terrifying horror that shocked and recognized.

The horror was like a blue-purple haze, instantly sinking, covering all of his mind.

He raised his hand, shaking his fingers and pointing at Meng Fuyao, his voice was broken into words, and he was desperately squeezing out word by word from his teeth.

He said:

"You...you...you...wan..."