MTL - Back Off, Let Me Come-Chapter 756 : A Blind Cat Meets a Dead Mouse (Part 1)

  Chapter 756 Chapter 756: A blind cat meets a dead mouse (Part 1) [Seeking a monthly ticket]

  Jiang Sheng's eyes fell on the scholar's waist.

  A simple fan of knives was pinned to his waist.

The scholar looked down, smiled and picked up the fan to cover half of his face: "The square should not be square, and the round should not be in the middle. This fan is called Jiuhua. It is not a thing for fanning the wind and enjoying the coolness. Use it to cover your face and shade. It is worth it." It's worthless, and those jackals may not have taken a fancy to it."

  The knife fan is also known as the Jiuhua fan. The fan surface is mostly made of bamboo strips. To put it simply, this thing is more pretentious and stylish.

  The bandits who robbed naturally looked down on them.

  Shen Tang looked away after hearing the words, not interested.

  She was not interested, but Jiang Sheng was uncharacteristically, staring straight at the middle-aged scholar for a long time, so that the other party couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to. The scholar had no choice but to raise his hand to touch his face, and asked Jiang Sheng straight to the point: "Why is Mr. looking at me like this?"

Jiang Sheng didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being caught. Instead, he chatted with a smile: "Jiang learned a little bit of physiognomy from capable people when he was young. Acquired some superficial..."

   "Is there something wrong with my face?"

Accompanied by the crackling sound of the bonfire from time to time, Jiang Sheng said solemnly and seriously: "It is indeed a bit weird... I have seen countless people over the years, and this is the first time I have seen Mr. so strange. I don't know. Is it appropriate to speak?"

  The scholar consulted Shen Tang and the other three, and they didn't mind, so he took off his wet outer shirt to dry, and squatted by the campfire with only his inner clothes on to warm up. Hearing that Jiang Sheng said that he had a strange face, he doubted with a bit of hope: "Sir, tell me quickly."

  Fiddled with the bonfire with firewood to stop the exuberant Ning Yan for a moment, and secretly looked at Jiang Sheng from the corner of his eye, not knowing what the other party was doing all of a sudden. You must know that the three of them are hiding 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 literati is "Looking at Qi", which can tell a person's fortune at a glance, and now he has achieved great consummation... 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 her ears grew secretly, eavesdropping on the conversation.

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

   asked: "Sir, has your luck been sluggish in recent years?"

  The middle-aged scholar nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I have been unlucky all the time, and I don't know which **** I offended..."

  Jiang Sheng asked: "Sir, have you encountered wars wherever you go in the past few years? Even if you avoid man-made disasters and survive for two years, you will encounter natural disasters such as drought and flood?"

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

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

Jiang Sheng looked at his face again, pinched his fingers as if pretending to do the math, and asked again: "Mr. got married when he was young, and he and his wife were deeply in love. They had three children. They just separated for some reason, and now they haven't seen their children for many years. ,Yes or no?"

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

  God, amazing!

  Jiang Sheng asked again: "From the looks of it, sir, his official career has not been going well in the past few years. His colleagues are against each other, and his employer refuses to reuse him?"

  The middle-aged scholar hurriedly asked: "Is there a way to transfer luck?"

  Jiang Sheng shook his head slowly.

  The middle-aged scholar could not hide his disappointment: "Mr. Cai just said that Cui has a weird face, so where did you start?"

  Jiang Sheng sighed: "This is what Jiang finds weird. With Mr.'s face, he should have been on the rise long ago, but now he still looks like a stranded dragon... How could he be so down? That's why Jiang has this question..."

  Shen Tang became a little interested when he heard these words.

   "Dragon stranded?"

  The middle-aged scholar stood up, bowed deeply to Jiang Sheng, and sincerely asked for advice: "Please enlighten me, sir, and save Cui."

  Jiang Sheng said: "Ah, to untie the bell, one must tie it."

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

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

   But looking at Jiang Sheng's expression, it's obviously not that he doesn't know but that he refuses to reveal the secret. The middle-aged scholar seems anxious, but he can't force Jiang Sheng. The firewood was burning fast, and Jiang Sheng wanted to get up to pick up some more, but the middle-aged scholar raised his hand and pushed him down, and volunteered.

  There are many refugees, and firewood has to be collected far away.

   As soon as the middle-aged scholar left, Shen Tang opened his mouth.

   "Why did Xiandeng tease this person?"

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

   "This person is better than I have seen before."

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

   Zhao Feng also boasted that this person is not under Qin Li, but for some reason, the lord Wu Xian doesn't like this person very much.

  Shen Tang paused when he tore the scone: "Know?"

  Jiang Sheng said: "Under Wu Zhaode's account."

Jiang Sheng didn't care about the person mentioned a few words by others, but this person once helped Zhao Wei on the battlefield—Zhao Wei had a special status under Shen Tang's tent, and Zhao Feng had to take care of him for Zhao Feng's sake—Middle-aged scholar's Actions can't hide from him.

  Shen Tang glanced at the direction in which the middle-aged scribe left, and looked away again: "Wu Xian's soldiers and horses should not be nearby, why is he here? How could he meet us by such a coincidence?"

  Is there something tricky here?

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

  The tone is flat as if saying that there are no stars tonight.

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

   In fact, this possibility is very low.

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

  Shen Tang: "Did he recognize us?"

  Jiang Sheng said: "Most likely."

   If it is just a coincidence, there is no need to startle the snake.

  Without a few words, the middle-aged scholar came back with a small bundle of firewood, and for some reason, he frowned deeply. Jiang Sheng asked him why he was sighing, 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 a pot, so I was 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 have different paths."

  The middle-aged scholar didn't ask the three of them where they were going, they all said different ways, so naturally there was no need to ask. In the blink of an eye, it was midnight, and the nearby refugees were sleeping curled up on the ground, snoring one after another. The three of Shen Tang also closed their eyes and rested 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."

   There is the sound of horseshoes approaching.

  The conditions in the field were difficult, and the refugees did not sleep deeply. After a while, some people were awakened and hurriedly pushed and shoved their fellow travelers. They didn't know what happened, but the sound of a horse's hooves to them was like an arrow piercing through the air to a bird...

   If there is any movement, immediately flee from the place.

   But the sound of horseshoes went from far to near, and from near to far.

   It should have happened to pass by, and everyone was a false alarm.

  The night wind is cold and the stars are sparse.

  Dozens of war horses galloped by, as if they could be dragged into a line, but if you observe carefully, you can still find a little blood in the path of these war horses. Tick ​​tock, steaming. The people on the horseback were all injured, and the man in the middle was the most seriously injured. He manipulated the reins with one hand, and stuffed the intestines that had leaked out of the wound back into his stomach with the other hand from time to time.

  Even though he frowned, he never cried out.

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

  The man on the horseback grunted and fell off the horseback.

   "General!"

  The rest of the people stopped one after another, and the nearest soldier jumped off his horse, struggling to lift the man up from the ground. The man's intestines didn't continue to flow out, and the wound seemed to be shrinking, but with this amount of bleeding, he would be dragged to death sooner or later.

   "Keep quiet—"

  The injured man barely opened his lead-filled eyelids.

   Qi Ruoyousi said: "Help me to the side."

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

They put the man on the ground, and those who still had the strength grabbed the man's wrist and injected martial energy. After a while, the man stopped him: "Don't work in vain... I know my body well, I'm afraid I won't be able to pass this level." past."

  All of them were covered with dry or semi-dried blood, and they could find someone's flesh on their bodies. Anyone who is not blind knows how hard the battle was. For men, injuries are not a big problem. The recovery ability of high-level warriors can be called abnormal, but the trouble is the chasing soldiers. Once caught up by them, the end must be to see Lord Hades.

   As he spoke, the man thumped and cursed.

   "Zhang Yongqing, this old bastard, I underestimate him!"

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

The man swallowed the blood welling up in his throat, and forced himself to tell the others: "Guoxi is a thing that hurts people. When I die, you can throw my body farther away, and then run away in the opposite direction... you can always run away." Get rid of the pursuers..."

   "But the Imperial Seal..."

   Several soldiers still hesitated.

   That thing is the Imperial Seal.

  Where to put it so that it won't be robbed?

The man said angrily: "Guoxi is a fart, **** it, this is a life-threatening thing, Zheng Qiao, this bastard... not many people were killed in the crusade against him, but when he died, he wiped out all the soldiers under my hand... I didn't I've seen such a sinister one!"

  When the national seal appeared on one's own side, the idiot knew with his **** that this was Zheng Qiao's plot-to force them to eat small fish and shrimps. When all the dust settles, it's hard to say how many survivors are left in the Dragon Slaying Bureau's coalition forces.

   Zheng Qiao is dead...

   But he also managed to get hundreds of thousands of people to be buried with him!

  Thinking of this, the man wanted to curse again.

  Just as he uttered a word, he was coughed again and again by the blood gushing from his throat. One of his confidantes advised him not to get too angry, and the other helped him to stuff the intestines that had popped out. It took the man a while to suppress the burning pain in his throat.

Just at this time-

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

   Exhausted soldiers will be on guard one after another with their knives.

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

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

  A seemingly weak middle-aged scholar.

  The injured man took out his weapon, stood up staggeringly, squinted at the middle-aged scholar and said, "Who are you?"

   "My surname is Cui, and I used to work under the account of Duke Wu."

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

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

  The man lost his temper: "I don't care whether you are right or not, if you pass by, get out, if you don't pass by, you will die!"

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

  The man let out a muffled grunt, and then sat back on the ground exhausted. The soldiers who were still able to move pointed their knives at the middle-aged scholar.

   The two sides confronted each other for a while.

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

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

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

  The middle-aged scholar said: "General Qian's suffering this time all stems from the national seal. The general can entrust the national seal to Cui for safekeeping."

  The man scolded: "Fuck your shit!"

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

   "I believe your nonsense is a ghost!"

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

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

"The surname is Qian, who are you calling a dead dog?" Shen Tang showed up angrily, looked at Qian Yong who was covered in blood and had suffered countless wounds, and mocked unceremoniously, "Yo Yo, Uncle Qian, you also have today. Is this considered to be like a bereaved dog?"

  The man, that is, Qian Yong's face was too stinky to look at.

  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 good.

  There is still a feud between the two of them.

  Looking at the other party's attire, with only two people around, he immediately thought that Shen Tang was the same as himself. Just gloating, Shen Tang interrupted: "I'm not as unlucky as you. I was hunted down to a desperate situation. I just heard that you have the Imperial Seal in your hand?"

  Qian Yong squinted his eyes: "What, you want?"

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

  Qian Yong sneered.

   "Mr. Shen wants to be buried with Lao Tzu, how can I refuse?"

  Shen Tang: "..."

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

  Once she takes it, her position is exposed.

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

  When it came to manpower, Qian Yong resisted the urge to roll down his tears, and said bitterly: "It's not because of Zhang Yongqing!"

  When the National Seal was delivered, his soldiers and horses were very close to Zhang He, and they were attacked by surprise before they had time to react.

  The family business he worked so hard for for many years is gone!

  Qian Yong asked back: "What about you?"

  Shen Tang said: "Because of some things, act separately."

Qian Yong smiled maliciously when he heard the words, and Shen Tang ruthlessly suppressed his intracranial orgasm: "Do you think everyone is as stupid as you? I have so many literary scholars in my account, and I can't add up a solid eye." Son, you can't afford it."

  Qian Yong: "..."

   He was afraid that he didn't lose blood to death, but died of anger!

  Shen Tang looked at the defeated soldiers beside him, and sighed: "Hand over the imperial seal, at least one life can be left."

  The next moment, a **** object hits head-on.

  Shen Tang: "..."

   Guys, seriously?

  The moment Guoxi left Qian Yong, he turned into an illusory little dragon. With a dragon chant, it entered into Shen Tang's palm happily.

result-

  Patter!

  Little dragon was bounced by a blinding light and fell to the ground.

   Silent, awkward, speechless.

   Guoxi was rejected, and Xiaolong curled up aggrieved.

  Qian Yong looked at Shen Tang quietly, and said meaningfully: "Well, you Shen Youli, you hide it so **** deep!"

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

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

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

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

   The chasing soldiers did not know when they arrived, but the middle-aged scholar took over this piece of hot potato in the end. He didn't absorb the imperial seal, but just tapped the little dragon with a knife fan, and the little dragon hovered over the handle of the fan. Shen Tang looked at the handle of the fan without feeling anything.

  Shen Tang was surprised: "This is?"

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

  Qian Yong was amazed: "Wu Zhaode has lost a lot."

  Middle-aged scholar: "This is not the only thing he owes."

   Now that Guoxi has settled down, it is much easier for Qian Yong and his party to escape. When he thought of Zhang He's face at the moment, he felt relieved, his stomach didn't hurt and his head didn't sink. As long as the national seal does not fall into Zhang He's hands, any cat or dog will do!

   ヽ(ー_ー)ノ

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

  

  

  (end of this chapter)