(976), unexplained questioning
- 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, why can't someone like me who is familiar with the details of the court and the context of the ministers give it a try? β
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." β
"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." β
Fang Wugan laughed twice, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "But it seems that Shi Jing's thief heart is not dead." β
When Cen Chi heard this, there was a novel look in his eyes, knowing that he finally understood the hardship of killing Gao Qian at the risk of death. But on the surface, he asked in a mysterious way: "Old Dao, why did you say this?" β
"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." The ostensible excuse for our trip was to ask Liao Shi for medicine. 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, if Shi Jing goes behind the emperor's back to find Liao Shi, if it is spread to the palace. Inevitably, he was burned. It's better to start first. Cut off this rescue road, it is still worth exchanging his son's chance of being governed for a second prince. β
At the end of his words, he sighed, "Born in such a family. I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate? β
Cen Chi thought for a moment. said: "Whether it is the prince of the Prime Minister's house." is still a prince, and outsiders can't measure their code of conduct by the living standards of ordinary people. Perhaps from the moment they are born, they are destined to fight. Just like the wealth and glory they have enjoyed 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. β
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 carefully a relict like him thinks about things, the more guarded others will be. If you plan more, you will lose, and if you talk too much, you will lose something. β
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 around so much?" β
"I don't have any relatives and friends in this world, and if I lose this connection with my 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 support the spirit in his shell to be blank. A hint of ridicule appeared in Cen Chi's eyes, mocking himself, "Old Dao, am I very naΓ―ve, I mean the attitude towards things." β
Fang Wuxian was stunned, he didn't expect Cen Chi to use the word "naΓ―ve" 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 naΓ―ve. β
"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 my teacher, 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, 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 you were mentally stimulated by such a big stimulus, it is not surprising that you would do things beyond common sense. But...... Does the historian know that you are from the North Fence? β
Cen Chi's pale face changed several times, and then he slowly spoke: "In the first few years when I joined 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 where I had learned. β
Fang Wu touched his beard and said, "Hmm...... You restored the encrypted manuscripts, but in fact you disordered them again. β
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." Look for Liao Shi. I'm afraid it's the value I can finally make for the Prime Minister's House. β
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 on the bed, Fang Wu withdrew his gaze from the side, and then he saw Cen Chi struggling and seemed to want to get up. Hurriedly stopped: "What did you say when you asked me for medicine just now?" Don't go crazy. Let's be safe! β
"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, and he was in good spirits at the moment. It's just borrowed the power of that treacherous pill to support it. Fang Wu couldn't help but furrow his brows. But Cen Chi had already sat up. 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 the high dive was alive before. The kick that kicked Cen Chi in the chest was very ruthless, and Cen Chi's rib fracture was 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 the strange pill worked in the body, inducing the body's latent vitality, and anesthetizing some pain, the pain of the fracture was not equal to the ordinary pain of flesh and skin. Cen Chiqiang sat up with his body propped up, and the comfortable feeling brought to him by the medicinal 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.
It is only when he is motionless that the pain is gradually suppressed by the force of the medicine. No matter how wonderful the medicine is, the potency 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." β
"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." β
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." β
Cen Chi raised his eyebrows and said, "In addition to that pill, how many other things have you arranged that I don't know?" β
"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 without support, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. After hesitating for a moment, Fang Wu stretched out a hand to flatten his palm, and slowly clenched it again, his finger joints made a faint crackling sound, and then he spread his palm again, covering Cen Chi's back, brushing over several big points in his vest.
Cen Chi only felt a warm breath pouring into his lungs like a passing wind, stirring up the stagnant qi in his chest, and suddenly felt that his breathing became extremely smooth. The cough caused by choking has become a breeze to endure and become a breeze.
When Fang Wu withdrew his palm, a layer of fine sweat was already oozing from his forehead.
Gao Qian's martial arts are not weak, and he was in a situation of life and death struggle before, and the palm he split out was even more powerful. Fang Wu was not lightly injured by this palm, and it was not appropriate to use it lightly at this time, he was worried that Cen Chi would not stop coughing, and if he cracked the broken rib bone under the ribs that he had just taken back, he would regenerate the burden on his weak body, so he tried his best to help.
Regarding the origin of the little red pill, Cen Chi originally had a doubt, and was about to carefully say something to Fang Wutao, but unexpectedly, this cough also dispersed the thoughts in his mind. Looking at the sweat on Fang Wu's forehead, Cen Chi sighed a little helplessly, and said slowly: "If I can have the talent to practice martial arts like Senior Brother, maybe I don't have to be so troublesome today, I am tired of you working so hard." β
Fang Wu smiled slightly and said, "If you had Xiao Kuang's martial arts, maybe it would have been many years ago. The Prime Minister's Mansion will turn you away, how can there be today's affairs. β
Cen Chi was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then showed a trace of an embarrassed smile on his face, and shook his head and said, "I'm also confused." β
"Don't think about anything now, the most important thing is to recuperate. This broken bone is under the ribs, and if you are not careful, you will leave the root of the disease. Fang Wu put the empty teacup back on the table, and then walked back to the bed, and was about to help Cen Chi lie down.
Of course, Cen Chi also knew that he had gone too far this time, and he almost accompanied him with his life. Although in the end, he narrowly escaped death. But this little half of his life could not be more arrogant, so he was about to follow Fang Wu's admonition and raise it for a few days.
But just then, there was a knock on the door of the guest room. Then the voice of the knocker came in. But it was not like the tone of the inn's junior speaker: "Disturbed." Is this Mr. Fang's room? β
This uninvited guest did not report his origin, but more accurately and bluntly addressed the guest room owner, although the tone of his speech was polite. But there is a hint of weirdness in the content.
However, Fang Wu's face tensed for a moment, and then relaxed, but what he said was still a little vigilant, and he didn't answer immediately, but only asked, "Who is Your Excellency?" β
"It's from the twilight mountains below." As soon as the voice of the person outside the door fell, he raised his hand and knocked on the door four times, with a slight rhythm.
Inside the house, even Cen Chi had already heard the knock on the door, vaguely recognized the other party's origin, and glanced sideways at Fang Wu.
Fang Wu didn't speak, just silently walked to the door, pulled the bolt, brought in the people outside, and then closed the door.
Seeing the young man standing upright outside the door walking indoors, his face cleared by the closer distance, Cen Chi couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
From what Fang Wu had just mentioned, Cen Chi knew that this young man was arranged by his senior brother, and he didn't have too many doubts about his origin. However, when he saw this person's face clearly, he still couldn't stop being amazed in his heart.
The young man's body and appearance matched at least seven points with the dead and stiff high potential lying on the ground next to him. If it weren't for the relationship between the senior brother, the moment he saw this young man, Cen Chi almost thought that it was the high-potential brother who had come to seek revenge.
And for this young man who had arrived halfway, he knew what the mission of his trip was from the very beginning of his departure, so he could easily read Cen Chi's eyes, and soon found Gao Qian, the person he was about to replace him, in a bloody and messy room.
The young man's gaze paused for a moment on the corpse on the ground, then looked up at Fang Wu, and finally moved his gaze back to Cen Chi, who was sitting at the head of the bed, and waved his hand: "In Shenjing, Xia Dusk Mountain, the name belongs to the nineteenth generation of the Beili partial disciple, dare to ask Your Excellency is the twenty-second generation of the main sect of the Beili, Cen Chi, Mr. Cen?" β
Listening to this young man talk about the identity of the "nineteenth generation partial disciple of Beili", Cen Chi also let go of the last bit of jealousy in his heart.
This is really a trace of his helpless strange feelings, only to blame this young man for looking too similar to Gao Qian, who has no life on the ground, at first glance it is difficult to distinguish who is real and who is disguised, which has to make Cen Chi suspicious.
The last bit of defense in his heart dissipated, Cen Chi's face gradually softened, and he said with a smile: "In Xia Cen Chi, the twenty-second generation of the North Fence School of the Great Wilderness Mountain, Senior Brother, please forgive Cen for being seriously injured and unable to pay a salute." β
Speaking of where he belonged, Cen Chi couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart. I have been expelled from the Shimen School for so many years, I don't know if I can still be regarded as a member of the North Fence Gate? And to discern what the young man named Shen Jing said, it was obvious that the other party did not know this.
At this time, Cen Chi's face was pale, his lips were slightly gray, and coupled with the sudden decline in his heart, his whole person looked even more sick.
This point Shen Jing is seen in his eyes and in his heart, even if Cen Chi didn't say it so bluntly, he didn't care about this politeness at all, but was a little worried about how heavy Cen Chi's injuries were.
"Brother Cen doesn't have to be formal, he should take care of it as a priority now." Shen Jing Chong Cen bowed slightly, hesitated slightly, and then said: "If you calculate the seniority of the master, you and I can be regarded as equals, but the teacher under him has already deviated from the main line of the Beili School, so ...... If Brother Cen doesn't mind, you and I can have a personal relationship that is commensurate with equal brothers. β
Cen Chi nodded with a smile and didn't say much.
Shen Jing looked sideways at Fang Wu, who was approaching, smiled and waved his hands and said, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Fang is the eighteenth generation of the Beili Fence, and his seniority is at least two generations higher than that of the Xia......"
Without waiting for Shen Jing to finish speaking, Fang Wu smiled and waved his hand and said, "These things are in the ranks. Let's talk about it later, deal with this corpse now, I don't know if Shen Xiaoyou has any difficulties? β
Shen Jing looked at the cold and hard corpse on the ground, groaned slightly, and then asked, "Do you need to keep anything?" For example, heads, fingers, and so on. β
Fang Wu raised his eyebrows and said: "It's not necessary, it's just a dead body, the cleaner it is, the better." β
Cen Chi, who was leaning on the head of the bed, suddenly said: "His armor and some things he carries with him must be taken off completely, and they may be useful in the future." β
Shen Jing turned his head to look at Cen Chi. Said slowly: "I have just arrived at the beginning of the next year. This matter still needs to be explained by Brother Cen. β
Cen Chi nodded, closed his eyes and rested for a while, adjusted the rhythm of his breathing that began to float again, and at the same time pondered the things that Gao Qian was carrying in his mind. Then he opened his eyes and slowly ordered some trivial things.
Listen carefully to Cen Chi's advice. Shen Jing nodded. Walked over to the body of the high diver and crouched down, then lifted off a blanket that hung diagonally on his back.
There were faintly visible handles of several knives and daggers wrapped in hemp rope and leather, if it weren't for Shen Jing's young age. Well-proportioned and neatly dressed, his outfit that hung diagonally over his shoulders looked like the shadow of a butcher.
Shen Jing took out a dagger from his coat and got busy with his hands and feet, the first thing he did was to cut the clothes of the high submersible.
After the two layers of blood-stained and scabbed clothing were torn apart, a side of leather armor-like clothing was revealed inside. The format of this garment is somewhat odd, there is no placket, and it seems that it cannot be called clothes.
Cen Chi sat at the head of the bed, tilted his head to look at Shen Jing, and looked at this young man who looked seven points similar to Gao Qian's clothes cutting his clothes, and he suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.
The real high potential is dead and stiff, and the fake high potential is ripping off his coat.
Shen Jing slashed the dagger in his hand twice on the strange armor, not only did he feel that the dagger was slipping, but there was no trace left on the armor.
Shen Jing showed a look of surprise in his eyes, turned his head to look at Cen Chi, and sighed: "My dagger, even if it cuts the backbone of a cow, it is only regarded as cutting sugar cane, but it can be scratched on this leather armor, but it has no effect at all." β
"This is a crocodile armor, which is extremely strong and has a good protection against sharp stabs. However, because it does not have the support of hard armor, it cannot be used in the armor of sergeants, and it is generally only bought by some wealthy families and entrusted to craftsmen to make intimate armor. Cen Chi smiled faintly, "Wearing such leather armor, in the face of a rain of guns and arrows, the protection ability is also in vain." β
Shen Jing's gaze moved back to Gao Qian's body, at this time, the bleeding from the external injuries on the corpse had stopped, and it was not difficult to find that the fatal wound of the corpse was in the back, or an external wound. Without much hesitation, Shen Jing took the dagger to cut the clothes behind Gao Qian, and soon he found that this crocodile armor only had the front, not the back.
Cen Chi watched this scene and said: "This defect of the inner armor is here, it is not big enough, and the protective surface is not complete enough." β
At this time, Fang Wu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, suddenly spoke: "It turns out that this is the reason why you want me to sit opposite you." But...... How can you be sure he wears armor on the front before killing him? β
"Although this guess is also half of the luck, however, some details can still be seen." Cen Chi rubbed his heart, which began to beat a little bit again, breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued: "He was originally the one who was instructed by the prime minister to monitor us, and he has always been on guard, so he will not give up his body to the people who are on guard. All the way, he walked behind us. β
"Oh......" Fang Wu nodded slowly, and after a moment of silence, he said: "It seems that you pay a lot of attention to high diving, so that Shen Jing will follow you in the future, which is much more reassuring." β
Cen Chi heard a different meaning from Fang Wu's words, and immediately said, "Old Dao, are you ...... Going? β
"Well, it's time to go." Fang Wu didn't go around in circles, and said bluntly: "Your poison has been solved, and Gao Qian has also been killed, what else do you need me to help you?" In other words, I can't help you with the next thing, so let's just separate here. β
As soon as Fang Wu finished saying this, even Shen Jing, who had just arrived on the side and didn't know the details of the relationship between the two of them, was also a buddy at hand and looked over his head.
Even he, an outsider, could feel that Fang Wu had no such way of saying goodbye, it came too suddenly.
Looking at the gazes of the two people on the opposite side almost at the same time, Fang Wu raised his hand and bent his fingers into his sparse beard and drew twice, and was silent for a moment before he spoke: "Am I not right?" You really don't need my help anymore. β
Cen Chi half-kowtowed his upper eyelids, and his tone became a little calm: "Old way." Before you know it, I've made you a very good friend. β
What he meant by this was that the relationship between him and Fang Wu did not have to be based on the purpose of having something to do. It is not only a desire to retain, but also a decision to blame Fang Fang for leaving without saying anything, and it also brings up such a cold-sounding reason.
Fang Wu heard the annoyance in Cen Chi's tone, but a trace of warmth rose in his heart.
Cen Chi said this, isn't it what he also wants to say? It's just that he is used to living a life of wandering through the mountains, rivers and wilderness, and although there are no obvious results in the matter of cultivating the Tao, he has cultivated his state of mind. But it is obviously much later than Cen Qingqing. The nostalgia for friends did not linger in my heart for long. was suppressed by his willpower to manipulate the emotion.
"I'm not going to leave right away, at least in the last few days, when your injuries are at their hardest, I'll stay and take care of you." Fang Wu's eyes were clear when he spoke. The look is calm. No distractions. Apparently determined, "Do you know how long it's been since I've had my hands stained with human blood?" I've long considered you a friend...... It's just that I won't give you that pill again these days, because I really don't want to stain my hands with my friend's blood. β
"Heh......" Cen Chi raised his eyelids. Looking at Fang Wu, he wanted to smile, but at some point, his face was already numb, and his heart, which had been beating wildly before, suddenly became empty.
The next moment, he lost consciousness, leaning against the head of the bed and swaying and slanting.
Fang Wu had already expected this scene when he noticed that the two strange blush on Cen Chi's cheeks were beginning to fade. He took a step forward in time, grabbed Cen Chi's shoulders, which had lost his mental control, and then slowly moved his body to lie down.
The power of the small red pill can not be supported for long, the effect of this medicine is to urge the human body to potential, and there is no benign effect of treatment, the harm to the human body is greater than the benefit, once the drug power is dispersed, it is easy to cause a side effect similar to fake death.
Before, Fang Wuye was vaguely aware that the purpose of Cen Chi must go to this pill was probably to keep his mind clear, so that he could carefully do the eradication of the high-potential corpses in the room without leaving a trace, plus Fang Wu himself was really not good at this, so he did not stop Cen Chi from explaining the request.
But Cen Chi made such a request that was almost a gamble, Fang Wu really didn't dare to relax his spirit and give it a second time.
Seeing Cen Chi, who was leaning on the head of the bed just now and talking well, fell into a coma without warning, and not long after arriving, Shen Jing, who had not had time to understand what had happened in this room in detail, was really taken aback.
However, before he could take the initiative to ask, Fang Wuran slowly opened his mouth to explain a few words, calming the doubts in his heart.
Shen Jing didn't say anything more and continued to be busy with the matter at hand. After Fang Wu helped Cen Chiping, who was already unconscious, to lie down, he stretched out his finger to tap his wrist pulse for a moment, and his brows were deeply locked, and he did not relax until the pulse was completed.
Sighing softly, Fang Wu stuffed the hand that was percussion back into the quilt, turned his face, and saw that Shen Jing, who was squatting on the ground, had already pulled off the clothes on the dead high dive's body, and was measuring the length of the sleeves of the clothes with a bamboo ruler at this moment.
A hesitant look flashed on Fang Wu's face, and he was about to ask suspiciously, "What are you doing here?" β
Shen Jing is half of Fang Wu's fellow disciples, and this time he came to help him with righteousness, and he may face some dangers in the future because of today's events. Thinking of this, Fang Wu almost instinctively chose to be honest with him, and when he thought about it, he said it all.
Shen Jing was very familiar and skilled with the work he was operating, and when he heard Fang Wu's doubtful voice, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, and he almost asked rhetorically: Do you really not understand?
But the words slipped into his mouth, and he swallowed them back into his stomach. Suddenly coming back to his senses, he only sighed softly in his heart: This kind of thing that he is extremely proficient in, for those who have fallen on the path, it is really a little incomprehensible, this is like the so-called cultivation turtle breath technique that Fang Wu has been obsessed with all his life, and he can't comprehend it when he puts it on his head.
"To erase one's habits and play the role of someone else, one must study the person's habits carefully enough, including the size of his clothes, trousers, shoes, etc., whether he is left-handed, what his diet tastes, and what kind of soap paste he uses in the bath...... There are many trivial things that have to be mastered. Shen Jing briefly summarized, paused for a moment, then turned the conversation and said: "I will first observe this part of the record that can be seen, and there is also a part of the imitation content. We should wait for Brother Cen to feel better before making inquiries. β
Although Shen Jing's explanation was concise, the words were clearly organized, and there were no vague words, and even Fang Wu, a layman, could hear a hint of approval.
But when Fang Wu saw Shen Jing picking up the corpse on the ground naked, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, suddenly thought about something, and immediately asked, "What are you going to do with this corpse?" β
Shen Jing said without thinking: "If you want to deal with it without leaving a trace, you can hide people's eyes and ears in this inn." There is only one way to 'dissolve the corpse'. β
Scattered. How straightforward the name gets. Even Fang Wu, a layman, only needs to listen to it once, and he can probably understand what kind of substance the powder mentioned in Shen Jing's words is. For a moment, he wanted to ask. The academic branch opened up by the nineteenth generation of the North Fence School. Where is the path to be reached?
For example, Liao Shi is a disciple of the seventeenth generation of Beili Lizi. However, after nearly five generations of academic transformation, the seventeenth generation of fences is now classified as pharmacy, and it is difficult for outsiders to associate it with the Beili school. And he is the side of the eighteenth generation of the North Fence. After four generations of disciples' academic exchanges, they have entered the realm of Wuwei cultivation.
As for the young man named Shen Jing in front of him, it seems that he has some skills for doing things, but he is not complete; He also has some medicine application skills, but he is obviously biased. In addition, he should also be good at disguise imitation, otherwise Xiao Kuang would not have picked him to help. It is only from these observations that this young man learned from a family that naturally blurred out.
"Shen Jing ......" Fang Wu hesitated to speak, and the few words that had been prepared in his heart were about to be said at this time, and the meaning was inexplicably blurred.
Shen Jing heard the strangeness in Fang Wu's tone, he stopped what he was doing, looked up at Fang Wu, and did not take the initiative to inquire, just waited with a concentrated attitude.
"In the future, you will have to take the place next to Gao Qiancen Chi, if you return to Beijing, this will be a dangerous task." Fang Wu touched his sparse beard, and said slowly with hesitation in his tone, "When Cen Chi's injury stabilizes, you have to ask him more about the details of Gao Qian's usual living habits." Although there is a ruthlessness in high-potential, it is rarely exposed, which seems to be quite different from your personality, and it is also one of the hardest elements to imitate a person! Gao Qian is dead, and the memory of his impression is easy to fade quickly in the hearts of those who know, so you have to hurry up. β
Shen Jing listened to Fang Wu's words, his eyes moved slightly, as if he had something to say, but in the end, he didn't say anything, just stood up and waved his hand to thank Fang Wu.
Outside the window, there was a sudden sound of raindrops hitting the ground, and there was no precursor to wind and thunder, it came so suddenly. Shen Jing's gaze shifted, walked to the wall, pushed the built-in window panel to the side and opened a slit, his gaze passed through, and he cast it far away.
There are many sandstorms in the north, so the two types of windows in the south are not suitable for the buildings here, and maybe one day a gust of wind will directly lift the window panels out. The architecture of the Northland also relies heavily on the earth and stone structure, not paying attention to the elegance of the carved railings, but seeking stability, and this kind of built-in form is not only strong, but also has a good effect on sound isolation.
The window was only opened by a crack, and the soundproofing was broken, and the rain was already rumbling outside the window. The small raindrops gathered 10,000 trillion and slapped on the ground, and the sound that could be ignored suddenly seemed to have a kind of force, hitting people's ear drums, and suddenly it made people feel a little tight.
Fang Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and then he listened to Shen Jing look at the rain line outside the window and said slowly: "This rain came at a good time, and it came well. β
There are two things in the world that are long in the traces of destruction, except for fire, and then water.
Fang Wu knew Shen Jing Zanyu's true intentions, he didn't say anything about it, but at this moment he was a little worried about Cen Chi who was lying quietly on the bed.
When the sound of rain outside the window suddenly came in through the crack in the window, Cen Chi, who didn't know whether to describe it as sleeping or unconscious, gradually tightened his brows again.
And at this moment, only he knows, because the sound of rain in the real world is the trigger, his spiritual world in his sleep is gloomy, but at this moment, the rainy mountain road appears vaguely in front of him.
This was the scene he was most afraid of saying goodbye.
- Even if he vaguely realized that what he saw in front of him was just a dream.
Under normal circumstances, people only dream when they have slept enough. In addition, it is only after the mental stimulation that I can't sleep at night and have nightmares. Like Cen Chi, who can't get rid of the old nightmare that is more than 20 years apart, it is still related to his poor physical condition at this time.
He had already been able to collect that memory well, but when his mental will was dragged down by his weak body, these memories that had been suppressed but not really forgotten came to his mind unconsciously.
These memories that put a lot of pressure on the mind, just like the tiredness that a person stores in his body can become profound when his body is in a state of decline.
(To be continued......)