Chapter 23 023: Master Tian


    "I have a small motorcycle, I never ride it..."


    Chen Tang rode on the back of a motorcycle and was a little dishonest, sometimes singing with his neck, sometimes picking leaves and flying flowers. Accompanied by the sound of "Dingling" bells, the tone of the silence and echoes, and the singer occasionally forgets the lyrics and hums twice instead.


    "One day I rode to the market on a whim..."


    Qi Shan finally couldn''t bear it anymore: "Mr. Chen, who did you learn the ''happiness'' in the six arts of you?"


    It''s simply misleading people''s children.


    "Don''t it sound good?"


    Chen Tang asked sincerely.


    Although she doesn’t have much memory, she vaguely remembers that she should be a singer, and she can win over the kind of song when she picks up the microphone and sings. Can sing, can draw, and represent high-quality human women.


    (*▽*)


    Qi Shan looked at Chen Tang indescribable.


    The latter''s eyes are open and confident. It is obvious that not only do they don''t think there is something wrong with their singing, but they also think there is something wrong with their aesthetics. Qi Shan couldn''t think of where she got her confidence, and said, "There is a saying that the spirit is very suitable for the situation - there are no mountain songs and village flutes."


    Chen Tang was puzzled: "What?"


    Qi Shanren smiled and said, "It''s hard to hear."


    Chen Tang: “…”


    Her fists are hard!


    "Yuan Liang can grow up so safely, it depends entirely on luck, right?"


    A good person, but he has a mouth!


    "Of course it''s based on strength."


    Chen Tang: “…”


    Seeing that her expression management was out of control and her facial features were distorted and moved, Qi Shan laughed happily: "Don''t worry, Xiaolang Chen, you are still young, you can still be saved after learning."


    After about an hour, Qi Shan looked up at the sun. It was the most vicious time of the day. Not to mention escorting the prisoner to the road, even if he doesn''t do anything and just stands, his sweat will overflow and wet his underwear.


    "Do you want to speed up the journey?"


    Chen Tang said, "I''m afraid of being discovered when I get too close."


    Qi Shan: "With those soldiers'' laziness and slackness, how can you continue to rush forward in such a big scattered sun? You will probably find a cool place to rest and drink tea to relieve the heat. Chen Xiaolang is so much material under the tea water, so he is afraid that he will not see a good show if he is too late."


    "Yuan Liang''s words make sense. Then I''ll take the lead and watch the hot show. If you don''t want to ride a mule, just walk slowly with your legs."


    Chen Tang whipped his motorcycle''s **** with a whip.


    The motorcycle suffered and ran wildly.


    In a short while, only a small dot was left. Faced with Chen Tang''s childish "provocation", Qi Shan just smiled, as if he didn''t care, but then he chanted, "Chasing the wind and walking in the scenery."


    Strive your wings and sharp the sky, and strode your feet and chase the wind and the scenery.


    The body swayed slightly, leaving only the afterimage, as if stepping on the wind, every step was more than three meters away, with a calm expression and a relaxed posture.


    Chen Tang: "???"


    Qi Shan flew past her and brought a breeze. After blinking, the figure had already run dozens of feet away.


    Chen Tang: "!!"


    Call the referee, someone here cheats! !


    After all, she suffered from the lack of experience in Yan Ling, and she still had no chance of riding a four-legged motorcycle.


    The sun was hot, and the soldiers escorted the prison van couldn''t stand the sun, so they crawled into the small forest with dense tree canopy to rest. They gathered in groups of three or three in the shade, while several prison vans were exposed to the sun at will. The prisoners in the prison car were either suffering from heatstroke from the sun, had a blue-white complexion, weak body, or were seriously injured.


    The Censor General was the most seriously injured.


    Tired, sleepy, hungry, thirsty, smoke in his throat, the Censor even felt that his vitality was passing by rapidly.


    In order to torture prisoners, soldiers do everything they can. These prison vans escorted them are specially customized according to their height. Some are very tall, and the prisoner can only feel comfortable with his neck and wrists; some are very short, and they cannot stand up straight or sit down, and can only maintain a half-squat position.


    No matter which one is, you can''t fall asleep peacefully. After a few days, you can get half of your life without whipping it.


    The prison car of the Censor Zhongcheng is particularly tall.


    He could only try to raise his toes to take a good breath, but he would not last long and he would fall down again.


    Severe injuries, strong emotional venting, lack of water, hunger, and sleepiness... all kinds of factors have caused him to have severe hallucinations. His dry and cracked lips slightly moved, and he murmured: "Water, water...water..." Just as he was about to faint, his prison car was kicked, and the shaking amplitude made him wake up.


    "Dad, wake up!" The Censor General barely found some rationality and turned his head to look at the son in the prison car next door. The son''s prison car was short and had room to stretch his legs. His expression was full of worry and surprise, and he said, "Dad, look at them."


    them?


    who?


    The Censor Zhongcheng''s reaction was a few beats slow.


    He followed his son''s gaze and saw soldiers who were still hiding the heat in the shade of trees one after another. Some people rolled with their hands in their heads, or fell to the ground and twitched all over, or had difficulty breathing, rolled their eyes and foamed at the mouth, or had their teeth closed and their faces spasms. Some of them were not so serious, but they also knelt on the ground with their stomachs covering their stomachs, and some of them were even more insidious.


    A rich experience as the Chief Censor, he instantly realized.


    The first thought was that these soldiers were poisoned!


    The second thought is that someone wants to rob the prison!


    This thought made him feel energetic, and the strong survival power burst out from the depths of his body, prompting him to barely cheer up.


    The soldiers were in chaos.


    “There is poisonous in the water!”


    “Yes, poisonous!”


    "Care for the enemy, be careful!"


    Most of the soldiers were poisoned, and only a dozen left were left to escape before they had time to drink water. They pulled out their swords to surround the prison van, looking panicked, and guarding every direction like a frightened bird.


    After a few breaths, the surroundings were calm.


    Dingling—


    Here comes!


    This thought broke out in the soldiers.


    But strangely, I only heard the sound but could not see the person.


    "Where are people? Where are they?"


    "Filial sons, are you looking for me?"


    A strange voice came from behind everyone. They turned around in fear, but saw that the prison car was empty, with only a young man holding a sword with tender cheeks and thin body. The young man swept his sword with a sword, and the sharp sword tip passed by his eyes, and his eyes suddenly felt ache.


    Blood dyed the whole vision red.


    "The wanderer chops his body!"


    Chen Tang''s expression was as cold as frost, and he lifted his sword and jumped down.


    She taught her filial son a lesson with a loving mother''s sword, but the prisoners were empty and fell to the ground, and the prison car was dozens of feet away.


    The censor’s pupils were tightened.


    "Long time no see, Master Tian."


    When the Censor General turned his head when he heard the sound, he saw a tall young man standing not far away. He put his hands in his sleeves, and the breeze behind him blew his hair, giving him a unique beauty. The young man nodded at himself, but the smile was false no matter how he looked at it.


    Master Tian?


    The Censor Zhongcheng was stunned by this title.


    Qi Shan saw this and said, "The nobles forget things, Master Tian."


    The son of the Censor Zhongcheng supported the old father and looked at Qi Shan with caution: "Your husband, do you know your father?"


    Also called "Master Tian"?


    The Censor General was also puzzled.


    They know each other?


    With his knowledge, it is naturally possible to see what means the young man used to rescue him. It was nothing more than building a battlefield with "scattered scattered flowers and trees" or other words that mobilized soldiers and generals to replace them.


    It''s simple to say, but judging from the distance between the young man and the prison cart, the coverage range of "scattered chess" is as small as a hundred feet. Before you rely on any princes, how could a scholar who can achieve this level with his own strength be a simple character who is unknown?


    If you know each other, he will definitely have an impression.


    ?I will stay in my new home tomorrow, because I will get up early to entertain the guests who come to congratulate me, and today I will update a little earlier.


    Good night everyone.


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    (This chapter ends)