However, Cen Chi's mood at this time was not relaxed, a little surprised, a little nervous, and the two small fists hanging on the shoulders on both sides of the master were clenched tightly.

The old man of Beili obviously felt the nervousness of the child on his back, and suddenly said: "Release your fist, wrap your neck around the teacher, and don't roll off your back again." ”

Cen Chi did as he was told, and as his mood slowed down slightly, he couldn't help but ask again, "Master, are you angry?" ”

The old man of Beili said in a flat tone: "Why do you say this? ”

Cen Chi said worriedly: "You...... You can't laugh at anyone......"

"Being a teacher is true for anyone, you have to do your best to get used to it." The old man of Beili paused slightly, and then continued: "Chi'er, you remember, do a good job of disciple duties in the teacher's 'door', and you will not have any apologies for being a teacher." Usually when you meet as a teacher, you don't have to be submissive, you can express what you think in your heart, whether it is right or wrong, the teacher has a little bit of a responsibility to answer you. Even if there are some things that may not be explained to you too clearly for the time being, I will definitely talk about them at the right time. ”

"Yes, Master." After listening to Master's teachings, when Cen Chi replied, there was some more high-spirited tone in his voice.

……

……

On that day, Cen Chi stepped into the residence of the old man in Beili for the first time.

Master's residence was on the top of Xiahong Peak in the Great Wilderness Mountain, and from the outside, it was only a few grass-roofed houses, but the dark rooms embedded in the surface of those houses were amazingly large. There were many boxes in the dark room, but in the years that followed, Cen Chi never had the opportunity to go there to explore the details. I only remember the only chance I had was when my senior brother Lin Shan took the risk to sneak him in, and hurriedly looked through a few boxes, which were full of books.

In the spacious and neat underground dark room full of boxes, the old man of Beili removed the birthday lock hanging around Cen Chi's neck.

It wasn't until that moment that Cen Chi could be regarded as officially worshipping the Beili School.

It was also from that time on, under the teachings of his master, Cen Chi vaguely delineated his future goals, and diluted the impression of his parents that was not very clear in his memory.

Explore your own talent potential, achieve the talents of the auxiliary country, surpass the second senior brother, and inherit the century-old ambition of the Beili School.

It would be nice if things kept going this way.

However, although this was a bit hard, the full and stable life did not last long.

It only lasted three years.

Before that rainy night, Master's image in Cen Chi's heart was still majestic and erudite, and he only had full of respect.

But such a harmonious learning environment seemed to be shattered by the storm and lightning rush that night.

What is the reason for this result?

When he was nine years old, he was forced to leave the Great Wilderness Mountain, and after leaving the Shi'men School, Cen Chi had been studying abroad for more than ten years, and he had always been very puzzled......

Master, what is the purpose of the sudden 'revealed' fierceness in your eyes?

Although he met his senior brother Xiao Kuang again many years later, after a long talk, Cen Chi finally knew the reason why his master wanted to kill him on a rainy night when he was nine years old, but the doubts in his heart became deeper.

In the past three years, more than 1,000 days and nights of earnest teaching, although the life is light but subtle care, is it all fake?

If it weren't for the second senior brother who suddenly rushed in and risked his life to resist, Master, would you really be able to do it to me?

The two familiar thatched huts in front of him gradually blurred in their vision, as if they were fading away, and as if they had turned into smoke and dust and disappeared with the wind; The majestic and majestic outline of the Great Barren Mountain also began to blur, as if it was like a splash of ink, smeared into the night color layer by layer, and seemed to sink into the ground, falling into a sea......

In front of me, however, a mountain path appeared, and instead of rugged gravel, it was paved with neat stone steps. The scenery on both sides of the stone steps path has been blurred into ink, and only the stone steps reflect the silver glow of the moon, showing the long figure walking on the stone steps step by step.

The figure tied his hands behind his back, and his two wide sleeves dangled in mid-air, as if the man's arms would be dragged to the ground if they were to hang down a little longer.

Cen Chi remembered the back, especially the wooden hairpin that was 'inserted' in the man's hair.

Once, when the master carried him on the mountain road, he almost couldn't resist pulling the wooden hairpin several times.

At that time, it was very simple and just for fun, not like now, time seemed to have passed for a long time, and it seemed to be just a blink of an eye, when he saw the familiar back again, the familiar wooden hairpin, his heart suddenly tightened.

It seems that on the simple and unpretentious wooden hairpin, there is a cold breath entwined, and the long figure has also been 'pumped' out and inhabited by an evil spirit.

"Master?"

Although Cen Chi was faintly afraid of the familiar back, because that back reminded him of the rainy night killing when he was nine years old, he couldn't help but call out as he watched his master walk away step by step.

Originally, he didn't believe in the theory of ghosts and monsters, but the cruel experience of forcing him to leave the Shi'men school at the age of nine left an incurable scar on his soul, making him unstable when he saw someone again.

I don't know when it began, the dark clouds covered the silver moon, and it rained again in the sky.

However, Cen Chi didn't feel the cold rain dripping on his face, he just heard the sound of the rain falling on the stone steps, the mist splashed, and the back of the master, who had already walked a little farther away on the stone steps, became more hazy.

The vague back did not mean to turn back, and continued to walk forward step by step on the stone steps.

"Master!" Cen Chi shouted, and subconsciously took a step forward.

It was at this moment that he noticed that his body had become extremely light, as if he were floating in mid-air, but he only jumped forward with his intentions, that is, like a swallow cutting rain, and swept away several feet at once, until he was only less than seven steps away from the shadow.

This strange scene made Cen Chi's heart empty for no reason, and he suddenly faintly realized that he seemed to have become a rabbit in a trap.

The back figure that was gradually walking away in the rain suddenly stopped and turned his face...... His facial features were blurred, I don't know if it was because the rain was getting heavier and heavier, which affected his vision, or because the face was hideously distorted......

The man held a sharp knife in his hand, the sharp edge of which seemed to cut the raindrops falling from the sky into two pieces.

The man said coldly: "Chi'er, I came to see you for the teacher, are you still used to the new 'bed'?" ”

The vague figure with the knife seemed to be about to walk over as he spoke, but he could only pull his 'legs' and feet in place, but he couldn't take half a step away.

At this time, Cen Chi saw clearly that there was a young figure at the foot of the blurred figure. The young man hugged the knife-wielding figure's legs tightly, so that he could not walk, and the indigo 'color' on the young man's body had turned a dark red 'color', not because it was wet by the rain, but because it was soaked with blood.

"Let's go!"

The boy turned his face and shouted.

Different from the long and blurred face, although the figure of the young man curled up on the ground was blurred in a dark red face, the outline of his face could be very clearly imprinted into Cen Chi's eyes in the night 'color' rain curtain, the wide eyes were embedded in the miserable white face, and the dark pupils seemed to open the passage of the region.

"Senior brother......" Cen Chi couldn't help but call in a trembling voice. The cold voice of the elder figure and the sharp knife he held made Cen Chizhi 'want' to turn around and flee immediately, but when he saw that it was the second senior brother Lin Shan who was dragging the long figure to his feet, and when he saw the second senior brother lying in a pool of blood, he suddenly felt that his 'legs' were stiff again.

"Let's go!" The young man shouted the word again, choking out of his throat with blood foam, and his face had become extremely pale, "Don't go and wait for death!" ”

Cen Chi, who was standing on the stone steps of the mountain road, looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was extremely frightened. He didn't turn around, but he was finally able to control his 'legs' and take a step back, but unexpectedly, this step stepped into the abyss.

"Master ......" Cen Chi suppressed his voice and roared, and suddenly woke up from his nightmare, and immediately felt that his limbs and bones were filled with pain, and his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.

But fortunately, he has now broken free from those soul-destroying dreams.

Although he knew that it was a dream, when he just opened his eyes and woke up, Cen Chi's heart actually had a hidden feeling of the rest of his life. He subconsciously took a deep breath, accidentally touched the pain of the broken bone under the ribs, and couldn't help but snort.

The physical pain quickly reminded him of what had happened before he fell unconscious, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

Such a toss, sometimes empty your mind and think about it, it is really a boring and painful thing.

Fang Fang, a middle-aged Taoist who was napping on the table, didn't hear the sound from the 'bed', sat up straight and looked sideways, and said with some surprise: "Woke up so soon?" ”

While speaking, Fang Wuji got up from the table, walked to the edge of the 'bed' and sat down, then held Cen Chi's wrist for a moment, and then said: "My life is saved, but I have to stay in the 'bed' for at least five days to recuperate, and I can move my hands and feet." ”

"Five days?" Cen Chi suddenly remembered something and struggled to sit up.

Fang Wu stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder, and said urgently: "Don't struggle, the broken rib has just been taken back, if you don't pay attention to recuperation, I'm afraid it will cause a hidden disease." ”

Cen Chi sighed silently, he also felt that his physical condition was terrible. In the dream before, although he always felt that his feet were not in the ground, and his body was floating like a wandering spirit, but at that time, with the drift of his mind, the pain all over his body also became blurred, not as real and violent as when he woke up now, and his underwear was soaked with sweat.

Fang Wu put Cen Chi's hand back into the quilt, then looked at him and said slowly: "Why bother so much, I thought that after the incident in the tea shed, you would let go of the killing thoughts." ”

"In order to prevent the high dive from seeing the clues from you, so that I can continue my actions in the inn, I must have lied to you when I left the teahouse before. If you're angry, just scold me. For this matter, Cen Chi wanted the other party to smile apologetically, but at this time, he was in pain everywhere, and he really couldn't laugh. After a pause to adjust his breathing, he frowned and said, "Do you still have that little red 'colored' pill you gave me just now?" ”

Fang Wu was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said, "That's not a good thing, how could I carry too much with me?" Just two servings, you vomit one, eat one, and then there is no more. ”

"Help." Cen Chi stared at Fang Wu's face, obviously questioning the Taoist's answer, "Do you believe it or not, a person who could have survived, but could have been killed without shedding a drop of blood?" ”

Fang Wu tugged at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly said: "It's better for you to think less about a prison codex like 'Hundred Logs in the Torture Room', so as not to think 'messy'. ”

Cen Chi said lightly: "If it weren't for that book's treasure, I wouldn't have given it a damn." ”

"Collecting is also a helpless move, like this ** left over from the previous dynasty, I'm afraid that this world will be burned." Fang Wu 'touched' Su said casually, "This kind of book of experience that is exchanged for the blood and life of prisoners, although the word-by-word record is too cruel, it is not without merit. 'Forced' confession is carried out by the same means as in "Hundred Logs of the Torture Room", I am afraid that even the stone man will have to speak. The perverted intelligence of the original author is rare today. ”

Cen Chi said expressionlessly: "If you don't want to take out that little red 'color' pill, maybe in the future, you will lose a friend who can talk to you about that perverted author." ”

"But you need to rest now." Fang Wu put away his rambling thoughts, and his face became calm, "That kind of 'medicine' can 'stimulate' people's body potential, you will feel 'spirit' and rejuvenate after taking it, but you don't know that the effect of that 'medicine' power is to burn people's vitality." You've already lost too much blood, how can you withstand such suffering? ”

"Do you think I'm resting right now?" Although Cen Chi knew that Fang Wu was also thinking about him when he said that, the physical pain gave him a more direct feeling, which frustrated his patience. After gritting his teeth and enduring it for a moment, he said again: "Why don't you give me a stick on the head, so that I can rest." ”

Fang Wu pursed his 'lips' and didn't say to give, nor did he say no.

"Give it to me." Cen Chi sighed in a deep voice, and looked at the middle-aged Taoist with a pleading meaning in his eyes, "I know you must still have a copy in your hand." ”

Fang Wu still sat still, and only asked in a slow voice: "I'll give you that kind of 'medicine', but don't go crazy if you take it, don't do crazy things again." ”

"It's not like I don't know my current physical condition." Cen Chi picked the corners of his mouth, "Unless that red-colored little 'medicine' pill is an elixir 'medicine', although it can 'arouse' some 'essence' after taking it, at most it is only enough for me to open my mouth to speak, what else." ”

"I also wanted to prevent you from coming nonsense, and I was determined to kill Gao Qian, so you lied to me." Having said that, Fang Wu still made a concession, and sure enough, he reached into his arms and took out a small paper bag, and casually threw it on the quilt covered by Cen Chi's chest.

Cen Chi moved his fingers and wanted to get the paper bag containing the 'medicine' pill, but he quickly gave up again, let out a long breath, and said, "I don't even have the strength to raise my hand." ”

"Then don't move." Fang Wu said, he had already arrived at the table, poured a glass of cold boiled water, and brought it over, helping Cen Chi take the 'medicine'. At this time, the scene in the house was really not suitable for outsiders to see, so Fang Wu did not call someone to bring boiling water in, he was not a 'woman', and he was not so particular about some things.

However, Cen Chi was also a person who followed 'sex', and the cold water helped the 'medicine' to him, and now he just wanted to swallow the 'medicine' pill as much as possible to alleviate some physical pain.

The pain of internal frustration, the pain of broken bones, and the pain of pulling out poison all hit at the same time, and for a person like him who had no foundation in martial arts, it really made every moment of his awakening and every breath turn into a living torture.

The point is that he is still a little afraid of that dream at the moment and doesn't want to dream again. Compared to the pain on his body, in the vague dream shadows against the dark background, the heart-cutting fear he felt was even more unbearable.

If you let this middle-aged Daoist know that the purpose of asking for that 'medicine' pill, alleviating the pain is secondary, in fact, it is mainly to prevent himself from escaping that dream, this Daoist will definitely laugh, right?

The distracting thoughts in his heart flashed, Cen Chi didn't think about it anymore, lowered his head slightly, leaned his lower 'lips' close to the water cup handed by Fang Wu, took a sip of cold water, and chewed and swallowed the little 'medicine' pill that was a little weird.

He vaguely remembered the feeling he felt when he took this 'pill' pill for the first time, but at this time, when he felt the 'medicine' power of this 'pill' again, he couldn't help but be a little surprised in his heart.

A ball of fireworks ignited from the abdomen, but only burned to the internal organs, like being trapped in an iron furnace, and could not warm the limbs that were cold from excessive blood loss. This difference in body temperature is too strange to describe, but even non-medical practitioners can appreciate that it is a pathological 'medicine' effect.

Despite this, the lips did not recover the color of blood at all, but Cen Chi, whose cheeks burned a few bloodshots, felt very useful, and felt that after taking the 'medicine', his body was indeed much more comfortable, and he was much more sober mentally.

It's just that the beating heart in the 'chest' cavity is a little irritable, like beans roasted in a pot by high temperature, some irregular jumping up and down, high and low, light and heavy, it seems that there is a possibility of exploding into pieces.

Cen Chi closed his eyes and smoothed out his breathing as much as possible, hoping that the sickly palpitations would gradually calm down.

The second time he took the 'medicine' pill, his feelings were clearer than the first time, and when he noticed the evil 'door' of this 'medicine' pill, he accidentally felt a trace of fear in his heart, and secretly said: This 'medicine' really can't be eaten casually, and the 'medicine' and 'sex' are too violent.

Thinking of this, another thought suddenly popped up in his mind, and he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Old Dao, your 'medicine' reminds me of a person. ”

"You mean Liao Shi." Fang Wu 'touched' and said, "I also thought that this kind of 'medicine' with a mixed reputation is likely to be his means, but this 'medicine' is indeed given by Xiao Kuang, and I have never met Liao Shi." ”

Fang Wu had said this when he first gave Cen Chi a red 'color' small 'medicine' pill, but at that time, Cen Chi was already in a semi-comatose state, and Fang Wu felt that he might have forgotten about it, so he repeated it again.

But in fact, Cen Chi did not forget about it, and he did not stop doubting Liao Shi because Fang Wu pushed the matter of 'medicine' on the senior brother.

Although Liao Shi belongs to the side branch of the Beili School, he is separated from Cen Chi, a disciple of the main line of the Beili School, for more than one generation, and it is normal that the two sides will not have any contact, and this is indeed the case. Now Cen Chi suddenly thought seriously about this person, because he took the clue of this person to the head of the second senior brother Lin Shan.

Cen Chi took a deep breath and said slowly: "As far as I know, Liao Shi was disgusted with the people of the emperor's family because of the matter of the old queen mother of the previous dynasty, and even included the family of Nanzhao Xinjun, who had redeemed him. Therefore, his whereabouts after leaving the prison have always been extremely secretive, even the emperor has hidden them, but only the senior brother knows. ”

Fang Wu knew that he had two senior brothers, and he was a little unaccustomed to this somewhat strange title for a while, so he hesitated and said, "What you said is ...... Lin Shan? ”

Seeing Cen Chi nodding, Fang Wu thought about it and said: "This should not be difficult to explain, in the early years, Xiao Kuang was placed under house arrest by the Northern King's Mansion, it was Lin Shan who rescued him from the cage and placed him in Kyoto, the two of them come and go much more frequently than you, and there may have been news about Liao Shi's whereabouts a long time ago." ”

"That was a long time ago, the senior brother rescued the senior brother to return to China, and soon after that, he withdrew from Kyoto, and he did not return for ten years, so how can he still come and go frequently. What's more, in the fifth year of his brother's departure from Beijing, Liao Shi only appeared in the village and town where he lived in seclusion for half a year, and then completely lost his trace......" Cen Chi said this, paused for a moment, eased his breathing that had become weak and rapid because he had been talking for a long time, and he was also hesitant to say the next words to the other party too bluntly.

"Actually, Shi Jing has been looking for Liao Shi. He has three sons, the eldest son is brave and decisive, but in his opinion the scheming is not enough, such a general is really embarrassing in the prime minister's family, who has never been able to get actual military power; The second son of the Shi family is a crazy fool, so don't mention it; is the third son of the Shi family, the city is quite deep and comparable to Lao Tzu, Shi Jing, the father, is also very concerned about this son, but the third son of the Shi family has a hidden disease, that is, he can't see blood. ”

Speaking of this, the corners of Cen Chi's mouth slipped a hint of incomprehensible smile, and continued: "This hysteria is simply the 'hole' of human death, and everyone has the ability to control it, otherwise how can the emperor rest assured that such a horn 'color' is serving in the Privy Council." Use his mind to deal with tedious matters, and he will never dare not do it without his heart. ”

Fang Wu was surprised and said: "The emperor is not afraid that this father and son will collude with the news, and the wolf bèi is a 'traitor'?" ”

"Shi Jing has no military power in his hands, and the authority to control the financial revenue of the dynasty has been given to a few Shangshu, what can he do, but he just makes a pen for the emperor, and no matter how good the handwriting is, it is only a few drops of ink marks." Cen Chi shook his head slowly, "It's like a cat sleeping with a fish on its pillow, if it eats a fish, it will be killed by the fisherman immediately, and if it doesn't eat, it will be killed by itself." Thanks to Shi Jing, the old fox, he can bear it so much. ”

Fang Wu couldn't help but say, "Maybe he really returned to the new dynasty?" ”

"How can outsiders know his personal thoughts, but I'm afraid it won't be too simple. He surrendered too quickly and too smartly. Such a wise person is either difficult to change hands and is willing to be faithful to only one king in his life, or he is only interested in profit, cunning all his life, and is not loyal to anyone. Cen Chi looked at Fang Wu and sighed softly, "In short, the current emperor has never been able to rest assured of this person, in fact, I also feel that an old fox who guards people thousands of miles away like this is really unpredictable. ”

Fang Wuxin burst out and said, "Could it be that he still wants to usurp the throne?" ”

"Who knows. But once this thought of his is 'revealed' one day, then the environment he is in will inevitably push him down that road. Cen Chi lowered his eyes slightly, and continued: "For more than three hundred years in the previous dynasty, it is not that there has been no usurpation. After all, the phase seems to be one step away from the throne, this is a great power to "lure" and "confuse", the sea has been up and down for a long time, so it is inevitable that there will be a moment when the power ** 'confused' and 'confused' the heart, and the usurpation of this kind of thing, once there is a beginning, you can't turn back.

Besides, Wang Chi is a good example of a successful usurper!

Anyone who rises to the stage may imagine in their hearts that a military general who is thousands of miles away can usurp the throne successfully, and a person like me who is familiar with the details of the dynasty and the context of the ministers, why can't he give it a try? ”

In this small county inn on the remote border, there is a topic that has begun, and Cen Chi has not deliberately hidden it.

Fang Wu is a cultivator, and he doesn't have any deep awe for the imperial power, even if Cen Chi pulls out the secrets of the emperor's family in this matter, he just thinks he is listening to a story.

However, after listening to Cen Chi's analysis, he couldn't help but sigh because of the complexity of human 'nature': "It seems that being too smart is not all a good thing. ”

"It's better to be smart in Huan Hai, otherwise you will die inexplicably, dragging down a large family." Cen Chi smiled faintly, "If Shi Jing doesn't take that last step, the emperor is not unwilling to let him go, after all, Shi Jing's usual political achievements are still very neat, if he doesn't make a mistake, the emperor can't just make an excuse to kill the old minister, which will damage his prestige in front of the ministers, but it is not cost-effective." ”

Fang Wugan laughed twice, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "But it seems that Shi Jing's thief heart is not dead." ”

When Cen Chi heard this, his eyes showed a new look, knowing that he finally understood his bitterness of risking death to kill Gao Qian. But on the surface, he asked in a vague way: "Old Dao, why did you say this?" ”

"You're knowingly asking." Fang Wu really understood, glared at Cen Chi, and then said with emotion: "I seem to understand why you have to kill high diving." On our trip this time, the ostensible excuse was to ask Liao Shi for 'medicine', but in fact, Shi Jing sent the strongest of the ten generals to follow, which was a double-edged sword.

If things had been left in the past, Shi Jing would have found Liao Shi Bacheng to arrest him and treat his son, but now, ...... Once these two people meet, Liao Shi may be more than lucky.

The second prince's weak body is not a secret to civilians outside the palace, Liao Shi's reputation is a little stinky, but in the hearts of people who know its roots, he is still a person with 'exquisite' medical skills. It's better to strike first, cut off this way of salvation, and exchange his son's chance of being cured for a second prince, it's still worth it. ”

At the end of the words, he sighed: "Born in such a family background, I don't know if it is fortunate or unfortunate? ”

Cen Chi thought for a while and said, "Whether it is the prince of the prime minister's mansion or the prince, outsiders can't measure their code of conduct by the living standards of ordinary people. Perhaps they were destined to fight from birth, just as they had enjoyed the riches and glory they had since birth. In this world, there is no life in which you only need to enjoy the fruits completely, but some people's hard work and gain, the expression is a subtle form. ”

At this point, he paused for a moment, and then he continued: "If Shi Jing is willing to cut off some of his strategic abilities in a foolish way, even if he pretends to be like this for a lifetime, he may be able to protect the Shi family." The more 'refined' things are thought about by a relict minister like him, the more precautions others will have. If you plan more, you will lose, and if you talk too much, you will lose something. ”

Fang Wu's eyes moved slightly, but what suddenly came to mind was another thing, and he couldn't help but say: "Then have you ever thought that maybe you have been removed from the Beili School, why are you tossing and going so much?" ”

"I don't have any relatives and friends in this world, and if I lose the connection between the 'door' of the teacher, I'm really afraid that I will become a walking corpse. Imagine how terrible it is for a person who has no past to have a blank 'spirit' in his body. A hint of ridicule appeared in Cen Chi's eyes, mocking himself, "Old Dao, am I very naïve, I mean the attitude towards things." ”

Fang Wuxian was stunned, he didn't expect Cen Chi to use the word "naïve" to describe himself.

For a long time, Cen Chi has always given people the impression that he is the kind of person who can prepare things very carefully in advance, which is also the ability that the main disciples of the Beili School should have.

- Although Cen Chi was expelled for some special reasons, he was expelled after only a short period of time in the Great Wilderness Mountain.

However, the surprise only stagnated in his heart for a moment, and Fang Wu quickly came back to his senses. Knowing what Cen Chi meant, he smiled slightly, and said slowly in a tone that was not comforting, but also not very serious: "Although I can't think of anything else you will do in the future, I respect your choice.

For example, today's events have exceeded my expectations several times, but this does not mean that your thinking is naïve. ”

"No," the mocking smile on Cen Chi's lips rose again, "I've done a lot of things that now seem childish and ridiculous to me. I...... In the years after I left the division, I threw the resentment of the expulsion on my brother's head. So I avoided him, but I thought about it all the time, and I tried to beat him in another way in the assessment of the division's 'door', and then I voted for the prime minister's ......."

"This ......" If the cold sweat could be invisible, Fang Wu's forehead must have fallen into a large drop of cold sweat at this time, and it was only now that he learned the reason why Cen Chi defected to the Prime Minister's Mansion. After a moment of silence to adjust his mood, Fang Wucai said calmly: "You were a teenager at that time, and it is not surprising that you would do things beyond common sense if you encountered such a big thorn in your spirit. But...... Does the historian know that you are from the North Fence? ”

Cen Chi's pale face changed several times, and then he slowly spoke: "In the first few years when I voted for the Prime Minister's Mansion, I made a strict modification of my life experience, and he shouldn't have known it at that time...... I'm not sure if the old fox really didn't check on me, but now I'm sure he does. As I told you, the strange people of the Xiangfu tribe stole all the manuscripts of my senior brother, but pretended to put them before me under the pretense of the official documents of the Privy Council, in order to test my choice, and in addition, to determine the 'door' from which I had learned. ”

Fang Wu 'touched' the beard and said, "Hmm...... You restored the encrypted manuscripts, but in fact you 'scrambled' them out of order. ”

Cen Chi smiled coldly, and said lightly: "But no matter what, the Prime Minister has determined where I came from, if I am still drifting like before in the future, the old fox is afraid that he will not be able to keep me." Looking for Liao Shi, I'm afraid it's the last value I can make for the Prime Minister's Mansion. ”

Fang Wu didn't answer again, just groaned, and after a while, he looked sideways to the side, his gaze fixed on somewhere on the ground.

Cen Chi tilted his head and looked at Fang Wu's line of sight, and his face suddenly turned slightly cold.

The body of the high dive was still lying on the ground, already cold, and the dried blood on the floor was coated with several long dark red marks.

Hearing the movement coming from the 'bed', Fang Wu withdrew his gaze from the side, and then he saw Cen Chi struggling and seemed to want to get up, so he hurriedly stopped: "What did you say when you asked me for 'medicine' just now?" Don't go crazy, be safe! ”

"It's uncomfortable to lie down and talk." Cen Chi was not only not pressed back to the 'bed' by Fang Wu's outstretched hand, but instead sat up with difficulty holding his hand.

Feeling that Cen Chi's fingers were cold, he didn't look like a living person, at this moment, his 'spirit' was acceptable, but he borrowed the 'medicine' power of the treacherous 'medicine' pill to support, Fang Wu couldn't help but wrinkle his brows. But Cen Chi had already sat up, and Fang Wu didn't want to toss him to lie down anymore, just held his shoulders and helped him change to a more comfortable sitting position.

When Gao Qian was still alive before, the kick in front of Cen Chi's 'chest' was very ruthless, and Cen Chi's broken ribs were due to him. With such a heavy injury, it took at least five days to recuperate before he could recover some movement, and Fang Wu's diagnosis was not bad at all.

At this time, although there is that strange 'medicine' pill acting in the body, inducing the body's latent vitality, and anesthetizing some pain, the pain of fracture is not equal to the ordinary skin 'flesh' pain. Cen Chiqiang sat up with his body propped up, and the comfortable feeling brought to him by the 'medicine' power was instantly replaced by a sharp pain in the broken bone under the ribs, although he gritted his teeth and endured it, his forehead was soon dripping with wet marks.

Only when he is motionless will the pain gradually be suppressed by the force of the 'medicine'. No matter how wonderful the 'medicine' is, the efficacy table in the human body still can't withstand many limitations.

After closing his eyes and resting for a while, Cen Chi gradually loosened his twisted eyebrows, opened his eyes and said, "The corpse must be disposed of as much as possible." ”

"I know that." Fang Wu rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead for Cen Chi, and then said, "However, I have no experience in dealing with this kind of thing, so I entrusted this matter to another person." ”

A look of surprise appeared on Cen Chi's face.

Fang Wu smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry about it, this person was actually arranged by Xiao Kuang after all." ”

Cen Chi raised his eyebrows and said, "In addition to that 'pill' pill, how many other things have you arranged that I don't know?" ”

"That's all, nothing else." Fang Wu waved his hand, then he stood up and went to the table to pour water.

In the fight just now, the wine jar on the table smashed a few, and the teacups in the tea tray also fell a few, but fortunately the teapot was still there, and there was always tea in it. Of course, you can't expect the tea in the teapot to still be hot.

Fang Wu poured a cup of cold tea and walked back to the 'bed' and sat down. Seeing that Cen Chi's hand hidden in his sleeve was obviously trembling uncontrollably, Fang Wu didn't say anything, only fed him water with a teacup.

With excessive blood loss and cold sweat, Cen Chi was also extremely thirsty, and drank the teacup empty in only three or two sips. I swallowed too quickly, choked on my throat, and my lungs were already stuffy, which caused another painful cough.

Rao is state of mind that is as calm as water for a cultivator, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

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