Chapter 756: The blind cat meets a dead mouse (Part 1) [Please ask for monthly tickets]


    Jiang Sheng and the other two all looked at the scholar''s waist.


    He had a simple knife fan with a simple pattern around his waist.


    The scholar looked down and smiled and picked up the fan to cover half of his face: "Square and not straight, round and not straight. This fan is called Jiuhua. It is not a fan to cool off, so it is often used to cover the face and sun. It is not worth it, and those jackals may not have looked at it."


    The knife fan is also known as Jiuhua fan. The fan surface is mostly made of bamboo strips and is useless. This thing is not common among the people, and some unique literary scholars like it very much. Simply put, this thing is more pretentious and stylish when used.


    The bandits who robbed naturally looked down on them.


    Chen Tang withdrew his gaze after hearing this and was not interested.


    She was not interested, but Jiang Sheng was abnormal and stared at the middle-aged scholar for a long time, so he couldn''t even ignore it. The scholar had to raise his hand and touch his face, and asked Jiang Sheng straight to the point: "What''s the point of looking at me like this?"


    Jiang Sheng did not feel embarrassed at all when he was caught, but instead started talking with a smile: "My name Jiang learned some face-to-face skills with a talented man when he was young. After studying for so many years, although he is not proficient, he has learned a little bit of fur..."


    "Is there something wrong with my face?"


    Accompanied by the bonfire from time to time, Jiang Sheng said heavily and seriously: "It''s indeed a bit strange... I have seen countless people over the years, and this is the first time I have seen such a strange man. I wonder if I should speak or not?"


    The scholar asked Chen Tang and the other two for questioning him, but the three of them didn''t mind. He took off his wet outer shirt and roasted it dry, and squatted by the campfire with only his inner clothes to roast the fire. Hearing Jiang Sheng say that he had a strange face, he was suspicious and hopeful: "Sir, speak quickly."


    Ning Yan, who used firewood to **** the bonfire, stagnated for a moment, and secretly used his light to look at Jiang Sheng, not knowing what the other party suddenly did. You should know that the three of them conceal their identities and should not completely expose their identities before they are completely safe.


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


    Keep a distance.


    However, Jiang Sheng’s way of scholars is [Looking at the Qi]. He can tell a person’s fortune at a glance, and now he is great perfect again... Could it be that Jiang Sheng can see something from this person’s face? Ning Yan put down the firewood and baked a few more cakes, but his ears were secretly stretched out to eavesdrop on the conversation.


    Jiang Sheng looked at the middle-aged scholar carefully.


    Asked, "Sir, have your fortune sluggish in recent years?"


    The middle-aged scholar nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I''ve been in bad luck and I don''t know which gods I offended..."


    Jiang Sheng asked: "Sir, can you encounter wars everywhere in the past few years? Even if you avoid man-made disasters, you will have to survive for two years, such as drought and floods?"


    The middle-aged scholar slapped his thigh with a knife.


    He said ecstaticly: "Yes, yes, all of them are hit."


    Jiang Sheng looked at his face again, pinched his fingers and calculated it, and asked again: "Mr. He started a family when he was young, and he had a deep affection with his wife. The two had children. They just separated for some reason and have not seen their children for many years, right?"


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


    God, it’s so amazing!


    Jiang Sheng asked again: "From the face, the career of the sir has not been smooth in recent years. His colleagues are fighting, and the boss refuses to use it?"


    The middle-aged scholar hurriedly asked, "Is there a way to transform luck?"


    Jiang Sheng shook his head slowly.


    The middle-aged scholar had an unconcealed disappointment: "Just just now, Mr. Cui said that his face was strange, so where did he start?"


    Jiang Sheng sighed, "This is what Jiang thinks is strange. With Mr.''s face, he should have been successful, but now he is still a flying dragon stranded... How could he be so depressed? Therefore, Jiang has this question..."


    Chen Tang only became a little interested when he heard these words.


    "Flying dragon stranded?"


    The middle-aged scholar stood up, bowed deeply to Jiang Sheng, and sincerely asked for advice: "I would like to ask Mr. to give me advice and save Cui Mouyi."


    Jiang Sheng said: "Oh, the person who tied the bell must untie it."


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


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


    But looking at Jiang Sheng''s expression, it was obvious that he didn''t know that it was because he refused to reveal the secrets of heaven. The middle-aged scholar seemed anxious, but could not force Jiang Sheng. The firewood was burning quickly, Jiang Sheng wanted to get up and pick up a little more. The middle-aged scholar raised his hand and pressed him down and volunteered.


    There are many refugees, and we have to pick up firewood far away.


    Chen Tang spoke as soon as the middle-aged scholar left.


    "Why did you tease this person with a first dating?"


    Jiang Sheng’s way of a scholar can only look at people’s fortunes, but he can’t see so many details. Although he killed Zheng Qiao''s head and obtained the key opportunity to achieve the perfection of the literati''s way, the current situation is tense and there is no time for him to quietly retreat and break through.


    "This person has been better than ever."


    Although I didn''t see this person''s face clearly, I remember his slap. I remember that when Zhao Feng had not returned to Wu Xian, he also talked about his brothers and friends. The one who complained the most was a literary scholar who liked to run around with a knife fan all year round.


    Zhao Feng also praised this person''s talent as not inferior to Qin Li, but he didn''t know what was going on. The lord Wu Xian didn''t like this person very much.


    Chen Tang''s move to tear the baking cakes: "Recognize?"


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


    Jiang Sheng didn''t care about the character who mentioned a sentence or two, but this person had helped Zhao Wei on the battlefield - Zhao Wei had a special status under Shen Tang''s tent. He wanted to take care of Zhao Feng''s actions, but he couldn''t hide the actions of the middle-aged scholar.


    Chen Tang glanced at the direction where the middle-aged scholar left, then withdrew his gaze: "Wu Xian''s army should not be nearby, why did he be here? He happened to meet us like this?"


    Is there something wrong with this?


    Chen Tang said, "Do you want to be him?"


    The tone was so dull that it seemed like I was saying that there were no stars tonight.


    Jiang Sheng shook his head: "He has a career that is indeed not going well. He is not necessarily sent by Wu Zhaode."


    In fact, this possibility is very low.


    Jiang Sheng prefers that the two have completely broken up.


    Chen Tang: "Did he recognize our identity?"


    Jiang Sheng said: "Most so."


    If you just happen to meet, there is no need to alert the enemy.


    In a short while, the middle-aged scholar came back with a small bundle of firewood, and somehow, his eyebrows were locked. Jiang Sheng asked him why he sighed, and the middle-aged scholar sighed, "I just went to pick up firewood and saw a few people cooking a pot of minced meat in the pot, so I felt sad."


    The meat at this time is not serious meat.


    Jiang Sheng asked the middle-aged scholar: "Where is your sir?"


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


    Jiang Sheng said: "It''s a pity that we have different paths."


    The middle-aged scholar did not ask where the three of them were going. They all said different paths, so naturally there was no need to ask. It was already midnight at midnight, and nearby refugees were huddled on the ground and snoring one after another. Chen Tang and the other two also had to close their eyes and rest assured.


    As a result, by the second half of the night, the three of them opened their eyes at the same time.


    The middle-aged scholar is no longer visible.


    Chen Tang frowned: "When did you leave?"


    Even she didn''t notice it.


    The next moment, Chen Tang said, "Someone is coming."


    The sound of horse hooves gradually approached.


    The conditions in the wild were harsh and the refugees did not sleep deeply. Soon, someone was awakened and hurriedly pushed his companions around him. They didn''t know what was going on, but the sound of horse hooves to them was like arrows breaking through the air to birds...


    As soon as there is any movement, he immediately fled.


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


    It must have been a coincidence that everyone was shocked.


    The night wind is cold and the stars are sparse.


    Dozens of war horses galloped past, as fast as if they could drag into a line, but if you observe carefully, you can still find that there are some blood beads in the paths of these war horses. Tick, steaming. The people on the horse''s back were injured, and the most serious injury belonged to the men in the middle. He controlled the reins with one hand and from the other hand he occasionally stuffed the wound-flowing intestines back into his stomach.


    Although he frowned, he never shouted.


    Finally, I don’t know how long I will run hard.


    The man on the horse''s back groaned and fell off the horse''s back.


    “General!”


    The rest of the people stopped one after another, and the soldier who was closest to jumped off the horse and struggled to lift the man up from the ground. The man''s intestines did not continue to flow out, and the wounds were vaguely shrinking, but with this amount of bleeding, it would sooner or later to drag people to death.


    "Don''t make a statement-"


    The injured man barely opened his heavy lead-filled eyelids.


    Qi Ruoyou said, "Help me go aside."


    Dozens of people stopped in a hidden place by the stream.


    They put the man flattened, and the man who had the strength to hold on to the man''s wrist and put in his martial arts. Before a while, the man said to stop him: "No need to be futile... I know my own body, I''m afraid I can''t get through this level." Everyone was covered with dry or semi-dried blood, and they could still find some flesh from unknown people. Those who were not blind knew how hard they had experienced before. For men, injuries are not a big problem. The recovery ability of high-level martial artists is perverted, and the trouble is the pursuit soldiers who are chasing each other. Once they are caught up with, the fate will inevitably be to meet the King of Hell.


    As he said that, the man beat the ground and cursed.


    "I underestimate this old boy Zhang Yongqing!"


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


    The man swallowed the blood surging from his throat and forced himself to remind several people: "The National Seal is a thing that harms people. When I die, you can throw my body away and then run away in the opposite direction... You can always get rid of the pursuers..."


    "But the national seal..."


    Several soldiers and generals were still a little hesitant.


    That thing is the national seal.


    Where can I not be robbed of the head?


    The man said angrily: "National Seal is a big deal, Damn, this is a death-hunting thing. Zheng Qiao, this dog guy... not many people died in the attack on him. When he died, he wiped out all the soldiers under my command... I have never seen such a sinister person before!"


    When the national seal appeared on one''s own forces, the fool thought it was a secret conspiracy made by Zheng Job - forcing them to eat big fish and eat shrimps. When everything is settled, it is hard to say how many living people are left in the Dragon Slaying Bureau coalition.


    Zheng Qiao is dead...


    But he also successfully buryed hundreds of thousands of people!


    Thinking of this, the man wanted to curse again.


    Just as soon as he spit out a word, he was choked by the blood rushing from his throat and coughed continuously. One of his confidants advised him not to be too angry, and the other helped him stuff the popped intestines back. It took a while for the man to suppress the burning pain of his throat.


    At this moment—


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


    The exhausted soldiers and generals were on guard.


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


    The knife fan brushed away the hanging vines and walked out of one person.


    A seemingly weak middle-aged scholar.


    The injured man turned out a weapon, stood up with shaking force, squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged scholar and said, "Who are you?"


    "I am named Cui, and I originally served under the account of Mr. Wu."


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


    The middle-aged scholar shook his head: "It''s not now."


    The man had a bad temper: "I care if you are. If you are passing by, get out. If you are not passing by, leave your life!"


    Middle-aged scholar: "General Qian is afraid he is powerless."


    The man groaned and sat back on the ground with all his might. The soldier who was still able to move pointed his sword at the middle-aged scholar.


    The two sides confronted each other for a while.


    The middle-aged scholar said, "Cui can relieve the general''s danger."


    The man just sneered, obviously not believing in the other person''s mouth.


    But he asked, "How can I solve it?"


    The middle-aged scholar said, "General Qian''s suffering this time is all due to the national seal. The general can hand over the national seal to Cui for safekeeping."


    The man scolded: "Let''s gossip!"


    The middle-aged scholar was not bothered: "General Qian, if the national seal is placed in your hands, it will sooner or later cause a murder. If it is in Cui''s hands, no one can find his trace. Believe it or not, it is up to you!"


    "If I believe your nonsense, I will be called a ghost!"


    "Since the general doesn''t believe it, that yellow bird..."


    He didn''t continue talking, and the man sneered: "There are so many sneaky dogs, what are you hiding?"


    "The surname Qian, who are you calling the dead dog?" Shen Tang appeared unhappily. Looking at Qian Yong, who was covered in blood and suffered many wounds, he laughed unceremoniously, "Yoyo, Uncle Qian, you have today. Is this a lot like a broken dog?"


    The man, that is, Qian Yong''s face was so bad that he couldn''t see it.


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


    Asked, "Who is surnamed Shen, why are you here?"


    Qian Yong and Shen Tang’s relationship is not really good.


    There is still a grudge between the two.


    Looking at the other party''s outfit, he only followed two people around him, and immediately thought Shen Tang was the same as him. But before he was gloating, he was interrupted by Shen Tang: "I am not as unlucky as you, and I was chased to the point of desperate situation. I just heard that you have the seal in your hand?"


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


    Shen Tang said, "I want it, you will give it?"


    Qian Yong sneered.


    "Mr. Shen wants to be buried with me, so how can I refuse?"


    Shen Tang: “…”


    Qian Yong dares to give it to him now, but Shen Tang dares not accept it either.


    Once taken, her position will be exposed.


    She stubbornly changed the topic: "Uncle Qian, I haven''t seen each other for a few days. Why are you so embarrassed? Only so few people are left?"


    Speaking of manpower, Qian Yong held back the urge to shed tears and said hatefully: "It''s not because of that guy Zhang Yongqing!"


    When the National Seal was delivered, his troops were very close to Zhang He, and he was attacked before he could react.


    All the home business he had worked hard to manage for many years was gone!


    Qian Yong asked back: "Where are you?"


    Shen Tang said: "Because some things are taking action separately."


    Qian Yong smiled a little maliciously when he heard this, and Shen Tang ruthlessly stened his **** in his skull: "Do you think anyone is as stupid as you? There are so many literary scholars in my tent, but they can''t get a solid eye and can''t suffer any loss."


    Qian Yong: “…”


    He was afraid that he would not die of blood loss, but was **** to death!


    Shen Tang looked at the defeated generals beside him and sighed, "Take the national seal, at least you can save your life."


    The next moment, a **** object hit him.


    Shen Tang: “…”


    Good guy, come really?


    The moment the National Seal left Qian Yong, it turned into an illusory little dragon. With a dragon roar, he quickly penetrated into Shen Tang''s palm.


    result-


    Pai!


    Xiaolong was knocked to the ground by a dazzling light.


    Silent, awkward, speechless.


    The national seal was rejected, and the little dragon was curled up in grievance.


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


    Shen Tang was like this for some reason, so he could only smile awkwardly.


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


    The master of sight is the middle-aged scholar.


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


    The pursuers arrived at some point, but this hot potato was finally taken over by the middle-aged scholar. He did not absorb the national seal, but just tapped the dragon with a knife fan, and the dragon hovered over the handle of the fan. Shen Tang looked at the fan handle without any induction.


    Shen Tang was surprised: "Is this?"


    The middle-aged scholar said, "Cui''s way of scholars."


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


    Middle-aged scholar: "It''s more than that he loses."


    With the National Seal settled, it was greatly reduced to the difficulty of Qian Yong and his party to escape. When he thought of Zhang He''s face at this moment, he felt relieved, and his stomach no longer hurts, his head no longer sinks. As long as the national seal is not fallen into Zhang He''s hands, any cat or dog can do it!


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    ??The middle-aged scholar’s ??way of literati should be very easy to step on.


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    (This chapter ends)