Zhen Feng's chest compressions and artificial respiration were still repeated, and he felt tired and hot in his chest from the dampness and cold. The quarrels, questioning and scolding voices next to him, the eyes of surprise, contempt, and fear, the actions of covering his mouth and protecting his chest, were all deliberately filtered out by Zhen Feng.

Until the ship docked, everyone focused on Zhen Feng's shocking actions at the bow of the boat.

At this time, An Tau came over with wet clothes, patted Zhen Feng on the back, and said softly: "Brother Feng, it's the old man who can't stand the Taoist, the old man knows that the bandits in the south are rampant, but he ...... If the old man hadn't asked to come to Xuanzhou, maybe the Taoist would not have been killed......"

Martin held An Bed, a kind person who blamed himself to the point of collapse, and comforted: "Uncle An, this has nothing to do with you, it should be that Shui Kou is not long-sighted, next time Uncle Ben encounters them, he will definitely chop them into meat puree!" ”

The landing who didn't fight and didn't make a deal said regretfully: "Let's let the Taoist chief go into the ground for peace......

At this time, a faint coughing sound sounded on the surface of the boat, and the sound gradually became louder, and everyone's eyes invariably looked over, and their eyes widened when they saw the scene on the boat, and some even opened their mouths wide.

Zhen Feng had already stopped moving, and sat down next to Zhang Yuanlai's body panting, his hands hanging limply as if they were broken. The coughing sound was made by Zhang Yuanlai, his eyes opened slightly, and after coughing up another mouthful of water, he asked in a weak voice, "Who wanted to bury the old Tao just now?" ”

The reversal of everything came a little quickly, and everyone didn't know whether to be happy or surprised.

"I obviously tried it just now, but the Taoist has already ......"

"How is this possible?"

Zhang Yuanlai asked, "What happened to Lao Dao just now?" ”

Crying with joy, the couch with self-blame and guilt swept away in his heart rushed to explain, and was snatched by Zhen Feng: "Dao Chief, it's okay, you just drowned just now, I just happened to have a secret method to use, and the effect is faster than the soil method." ”

Zhen Feng looked up at everyone again, and said solemnly: "Everyone, just now I was the secret method of saving people from falling into the water, but it is a secret that cannot be passed on, you can learn it, but you can't say it, and you can't pass it on, otherwise don't blame me for being polite." ”

Everyone heard the voice, in this era of etiquette, etiquette is greater than life, if this shocking act of saving people is known, it is estimated that they would rather die than suffer this insult. This kind of "secret recipe" may be unwilling and rare for many people to learn. If the drowning is a woman, such a move is in broad daylight and in full view of everyone, unless you marry into the door, it is no different from killing the other party.

Zhen Feng can be regarded as saving face for Zhang Yuanlai and leaving a way back for himself, so as not to be further accused. However, not long after, Zhang Yuanlai still knew what happened on this day, he just shook his head and said lightly: "Lao Dao is an outsider, it doesn't matter if these false courtesies are made, if you can survive, you will be blessed by real people." ”

In the eyes of everyone, after all, the dead are really alive. In this regard, they feel both shocking and humiliating, as well as incredible and fantastical.

Landing laughed twice self-deprecatingly and said, "Brother Zhen, there is yours." With your hand in the barracks, you don't know how many drowning soldiers you can live. In the face of war, who can control that. The landing sentence can be regarded as a reconciliation with Zhen Feng, and it is also a reconciliation with his adherence to etiquette.

When he just stepped on the land on the riverbank, an arrow shot from the grass on the riverbank, he was as careful about the outside world as he was, and his sensitivity was beyond the imagination of ordinary people, which was also the perception and reaction that an imperial guard needed.

When the bow and arrow pushed the arrow to shoot, he had already sensed the danger and direction, and with a sideways turn, he let go of the menacing arrow, and did not forget to loudly remind everyone to "all lie down!" ”

As soon as an arrow was fired, there was a sound in the grass that was moving away, as if the assassin was the only one who had made the arrow, and whether he succeeded or not, he would not be nostalgic. At this time, the landing was already holding the sword at his waist and chased after him like a cheetah, not afraid of the possibility of a sudden assassination.

Everyone was lying on their stomachs in the horse-carrying boat, Martin had already jumped into the carriage, and after crossing the river in a short time, he encountered two assassinations on the shore underwater. It was only when the landing slowly returned that the group went ashore.

At this time, the boatman of the canopy was crouching on the horse carrier, his head down. No one can take care of him, this area is usually very calm, but when the water bandits suddenly appeared, they could only complain about themselves. Zhen Feng sighed, took out a gold leaf from his arms and handed it to the boatman, leaving a few words: "Fish it out and fix it." Then he ignored the boatman's weeping, thanked Dade, waved his hand, and left.

Although he still has a weak sick number, there is still the possibility of robbers assassinating him at any time, the carriage is still galloping on the official road, and everyone's burden has become Zhang Yuanlai's mattress.

Zhen Feng, who had changed his clothes, still sneezed a few times, both inside and outside the carriage, sneezing one after another. The damn trip to Xuanzhou finally ended after dark, and if it weren't for the carbon stove in the carriage, they probably wouldn't have survived.

With landing, the treatment of the post station is not covered. There are more than a number of single rooms, and hot baths are provided, after all, it is ordered to inspect the official voice, which official dares to slacken.

In Zhen Feng's room, there were two water cups on the table, and a teapot was placed in the middle, pulling out a black shadow in the faint candlelight. Zhen Feng was sitting next to one of the teacups, and the teacup had not yet poured water.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a voice: "Zhen Feng, it's me who landed." ”

"The door is not bolted, come in."

Landing pushed open the door and came in, looked at the cups on the table, and asked, "Are you waiting for me?" ”

"If you don't come tonight, I'll probably despise you from the bottom of my heart." Zhen Feng calmly poured two glasses of water, and the water was still steaming slightly: "The assassin in the afternoon is not a robber at all, I believe you have already guessed." ”

"Yes, the average robber wouldn't be so alone, and he wouldn't be able to escape my palm."

"What a stinking fart." Zhen Feng made a fan movement, and said, "Take it out and take a look, did you find any clues?" ”

"Haha, you guessed it." This time I landed without thinking about it, and laughed from the bottom of my heart. He and Zhen Feng have a life-and-death friendship, and the distance is closer, and what the two of them do in it has also gradually dissolved the class gap and conceptual gap between the two.

Landing took out a wooden card from his arms and handed it to Zhen Feng. It was a dark and heavy wood, small and small, with delicate lines carved into the shape of a lion, tiger and leopard.

Zhen Feng was like a dazzled old man reading a book, holding it far away, these beast patterns looked at it from this angle, just enclosing a word, and he blurted out: "Deng? ”