When the scholar woke up, he just said nonsense: "Kill me, kill me bastard." Wu Fan tightened his fists, now that Azhu has been saved, this guy didn't have time to write a good flying letter to Murong Fu, and he refused to help himself even if he broke three bones, so there is no use in keeping him now, and it is almost the same to torture him by himself.

So, Wu Fan let go of Azhu, came to the scholar, grabbed the scholar's neck, and said: "Originally, I wanted to cut off your other foot and strangle you again, but I still have a backbone in your opinion, so I will ask for your surname to give you a good time." ”

"Uh~" The scholar called, Wu Fan relaxed his hand a little, and said in his heart What if this guy has any secrets about Murong Fu at this moment? Wu Fan said, "Do you have anything else to say?" The scholar's face twitched continuously, his eyes were blood-red, and he opened his mouth with great difficulty and said, "You are a beast that is not as good as a pig or a dog." ”

"Click!!"

With this sound, the scholar died of anger!

Seeing this, Azhu lowered his head slightly and frowned, not knowing what to say. Maybe she really thinks that Brother Wu's methods are cruel, but if Brother Wu doesn't do this, what else can she do?

"Do you think it's a little cruel?" Wu Fan sat back on the edge of the bed and said to Ah Zhu. Ah Zhu nodded first, then quickly shook his head and said, "No, I don't know." Wu Fan smiled and said: "Ah Zhu, you don't have to lie to Brother Wu, Brother Wu can see that you don't like me to kill." However, there are times when there really is no way. If this scholar lets him go, he will immediately send a communication to Murong Fu, and Murong Fu will immediately start acting in Luoyang to control the beggar gang."

"Needless to say, Brother Wu, Azhu knows, Azhu doesn't blame Brother Wu for killing people, these people attack us first, and they are innocent of death. It's just," Aju said, and it was a matter of frustration.

"Just what?" Wu Fan asked. Azhu said: "It's just that I hope we can end this life of fighting and killing as soon as possible." Wu Fan hugged Ah Zhu and thought in his heart, when I regain the position of the leader of the beggar gang and complete this main task, I will resign immediately, and then accompany Ah Zhu to have a good time. He opened his mouth and said, "Don't worry, Ah Zhu, Brother Wu promises you, after these things are over, we will withdraw from this bloody martial arts." ”

Ah Zhu didn't speak again, she hugged Wu Fan's wide chest tighter with her arms.

After a while, the two began to discuss their next steps. First of all, Wu Fan took the corpses of the scholar and the man in black out of the house, and then flew downstairs and threw them into the lake next to him. Then, he returned to the house and said to Ah Zhu: "This Murong Fu is thoughtful, this flying pigeon must be passing on books frequently, if he does not receive these two letters, he will definitely be suspicious, I originally wanted that scholar to write a fake letter to tell him that everything is safe here." But," he came to his desk, flipped through the pen and paper on the table, and continued: "The scholar would rather die than give in, alas"

Ah Zhu struggled to get off the bed, Wu Fan hurriedly went to help, Ah Zhu's legs had never walked, and her muscles were a little atrophied, so she adapted to the desk and sat on the bamboo chair. She looked at the pen on the desk, her mind turned, and she said to Wu Fan: "Brother Wu, we can copy this scholar's handwriting and write a letter to Murong Gongzi Oh Murong Fu." ”

"Copy?" Wu Fan also flipped through the papers, and found that there was indeed a scholar's handwriting on it, this scholar said that he liked to read, and he also wrote poems and lyrics when he had nothing to do, so naturally there was some handwriting left. Wu Fan shook his head, and then said: "First, Brother Wu's handwriting is not good, you see" He pointed to the scholar's handwriting, "This scholar's font is beautiful, at first glance, he has been using a pen for many years, this hand is a good hand, it is very distinctive, it is difficult for ordinary people to imitate, and secondly, Murong Fu is very familiar with this person's font, I am afraid it is not easy to coax." ”

Ah Zhu smiled and said, "But there is no other way now, I can try to copy this person's handwriting." ”

"You?" Wu Fan was stunned for a moment, in his heart Ah Zhu's disguise technique was very good, but this imitation of calligraphy, he had heard of it for the first time, and there was no description of this in the original book in his impression.

Ah Zhu didn't speak, she picked up the pen, took a piece of paper, dipped it in ink, and began to write slowly in front of the scholar's handwriting. I don't know if I don't look at it, this Azhu really has a good hand, she wrote a few strokes, Wu Fan looked at it, not to mention that it was really a little similar. Wu Fan said happily: "Ah Zhu, I didn't expect that you also practiced a good hand. ”

Ah Zhu said with a smile: "In the past, in Yanziwu, Murong Fu would also teach us these maids to read and write, and Ah Zhu also learned a lot. Wu Fan picked up the few words that Ah Zhu had written just now, and said slowly: "Ah Zhu, although there is still a bit of a gap between this character and the scholar's, it is already very good, if you practice for a while, it must be more similar." ”

Aju nodded and began to continue writing on the paper. Wu Fan gently stepped aside, he found a water cup from the living room, poured a glass of water for Ah Zhu and put it on the table, then sat next to him, quietly watching Ah Zhu write.

After more than two hours, Ah Zhu's characters were finally copied to be very similar to those of scholars. Ordinary people can't see it, but Murong Fu is afraid that he will still find some clues. However, you can't expect Azhu to do anything, her physical strength is weak, and after writing for so long, there is already a lot of sweat on her forehead. She wiped it lightly by herself, and said to Wu Fan: "Brother Wu, this scholar's font is different from that of ordinary martial arts students, he is an expert, and Azhu can only do this." ”

Wu Fan handed a glass of water to Ah Zhu and said: "Ah Zhu, it's really a burden to you, that's enough, it's up to people to make things happen, I just hope to be able to deceive Murong Fu for a while, give us back to Luoyang, and buy some time." Ah Zhu took a sip of water and said: "Brother Wu, you have traveled thousands of miles to save Ah Zhu so hard, what is Ah Zhu doing this little thing?" It's just that I don't know if I can help Brother Wu. ”

"It's okay." Wu Fan said and picked up the words written by Azhu, then compared it with the scholar's handwriting, and continued: "Anyway, I can't see it, so be it." You hurry up and rest for a while, and when the morning dawns, we will go to the city first, find an inn, and change our clothes. As for the epistle, the fewer words we write, the better, and I have heard that the pigeon moves during the day and rests at night. So, we used carrier pigeons again in the morning to send out this fake letter. ”

Ah Zhu nodded, she was indeed a little tired, so she went back to the bamboo bed and lay down. "Brother Wu, you" she wanted to say where are you going to rest? But she saw that this room was small, and there was only one bed to sleep on, so how could one bed sleep two people? Isn't that when she thought of this, she didn't feel a little blushing.

Wu Fan saw Ah Zhu's thoughts, he covered Ah Zhu with a thin quilt, and said: "Brother Wu is not in the way, meditate next to you, you can quickly recover your strength, okay, you quickly close your eyes and rest, you can sleep well tonight, with Brother Wu guarding you, you don't have to worry about nightmares." ”

Hearing Wu Fan's words of concern, Ah Zhu couldn't help but shed tears when he thought about all the grievances he had suffered. Wu Fan helped her wipe away her tears and said, "Don't cry, you have been wronged, Brother Wu will get it back for you." Go to sleep. Azhu nodded with satisfaction, closed his eyes happily, and fell asleep after a while.

After Ah Zhu fell asleep, Wu Fan came to the table again, holding the paper, thinking about how to write the letter in his mind. The letters of the flying pigeon were generally short and concise, like the modern telegraph. Even if you want to write something long, you will write very small, because the letter is tied to the pigeon's leg after all.

This pigeon is a trained breed of pigeons, and people use it because pigeons have a natural instinct to return to their nests, no matter how far they fly. For example, if there is a pigeon's nest here, then they will fly back to Luoyang, and the pigeon will fly back to Murong Fu, and after Murong Fu gets the letter, he can also reply to the letter and let the pigeon bring it back. But how did the pigeon know that the letter was sent to Lokyang?

Wu Fan understands that it must be Murong Fu, who usually brings a few or even dozens of such trained pigeons with him, and after arriving at a place, the pigeons are familiar with it, and then put the pigeons back, and over time, the pigeons are familiar. Or Murong Fu built pigeon nests in many places very early, and then released them here.

Wu Fan just saw the nest outside the bamboo house, there were not only a few pigeons in it, but hundreds, it seemed that this letter could not be written with just one, that would not guarantee that it would be delivered to Murong Fu. This is certainly the same thing that the scholar did in his life, because there were many accidents on the way, and in order to ensure that the letter arrived, they must have used a lot of pigeons, and they were constantly breeding and training.

Well! Wu Fan felt that his idea should be good, so he decided to ask Azhu to write more than a dozen identical letters early tomorrow morning, and then let different pigeons send them. As for the content of the letter, Wu Fan naturally had no way of knowing how they usually communicated. He thought about it himself, and wrote four words: Everything is fine.

Now it can only be like this, whether Murong believes it or not, it is okay to confuse him anyway, Wu Fan is thinking that he will take Azhu with him, and it will take more than five days to arrive no matter how fast he is. Because Luo-Yang is in the northwest of Luzhou, it is farther than Xin-Yang to here.

Just when Wu Fan was planning everything and preparing to meditate, the mobile phone in his arms suddenly vibrate

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