The moment he fell into the water, Li Fengwu knew that he was miserable.

I was paralyzed by the black shadow for a while, of course, this is not a coincidence, it is obviously carefully calculated, deliberately drowning himself in the Qinhuai River, because there is no wound on his body, even if the autopsy is carried out, it will only end up with a conclusion that he has lost his footing and drowned.

Touching oneself and paralyzing the whole body, this is probably the so-called acupoint kung fu of the practitioner, I can't imagine that the master is really in the folk, and there is really a kung fu comparable to the sunflower acupoint.

It is said that the cold winter wax moon, in fact, the river water in the first month is colder, and the coldest part of the year is probably the cold days of spring.

Li Fengwu was already paralyzed, and he was still unable to move after falling into the water, and the cotton clothes on his body quickly became extremely heavy, dragging him to the bottom of the water, unable to move his hands and feet, so he had to instinctively close his mouth and try not to let the cold water pour into his lungs.

Otherwise, even if you are rescued, you will fall into the root of the disease that is difficult to cure.

The cold water soaked into his skin, and Li Fengwu only felt that tens of thousands of ice blades had pierced into his skin, and it was like thousands of long needles piercing his bones, and this feeling was probably no different from Ling Chi.

Unable to move, Li Fengwu floated downstream along the undercurrent underwater.

I don't know how long it took, Li Fengwu's consciousness gradually became a little trance, a few mouthfuls of cold water were also poured into his mouth, and his eyes were trying to open, and he could vaguely see the bustling lanterns and hazy panicked figures through the water.

But they couldn't hear anything.

The brilliance of those lanterns is intertwined and gradually changing, Li Fengwu seems to see his fat-headed and big-eared father Li Laosan, his mother Ye Hua with a warm smile, the dignified and generous Erniang Zhou Yue'e and the charming Sanniang Zhang Yousu......

Sixteen years of memories have been disturbed, as if there are countless high-rise buildings in front of me, a child entering elementary school, entering junior high school, and finally entering the dream university after being admitted to high school, and then the days of working in the mediocre and ordinary government affairs center...... Until the end, there was a first love that I had been thinking about for more than ten years.

I sighed weakly in my heart, this is my two lives, if I have another chance, I will definitely not give the enemy any chance...... It's a pity that it's an afterthought, and Jinnyima is sad.

Consciousness gradually blurred.

Li Fengwu's body twitched in the water, which was a physical reaction caused by the cold water choking into his lungs.

At the moment when he was about to lose consciousness, Li Fengwu seemed to see a huge black shark coming from the water, opening its fierce mouth and swallowing itself into the boundless darkness.

When he regained consciousness again, Li Fengwu opened his eyes and saw a black tower squatting in front of him, seeing that he opened his eyes, grinning and revealing two front teeth, he smiled tigerishly, "The little official is awake!" ”

Li Fengwu only felt like an ice cellar, he still had no strength in his body, he snorted but couldn't make a sound, and when he opened his mouth, the air poured into his mouth like a knife, cutting his throat and trachea.

The black tower-like man was squeezed away, and the little girl of the Wen family and Zhu Zhao'er appeared in front of him together, especially Zhu Zhao'er, with tears in her eyes.

"Little official, you drink another bowl of ginger soup!"

Wen Shuzhen appeared aside, took a bowl of ginger water and handed it to Zhu Zhao'er, motioning for her to serve Li Fengwu and drink it.

After drinking the ginger soup for a long time, Li Fengwu came back to his senses.

At this time, I was in the drunken music room, which seemed to be the room of a certain female singer, the bedding was very clean, and there was a smell of rouge, and the stove in the room was surging with blazing flames.

The body wrapped in the futon gradually became warmer, Li Fengwu sat up with the support of Zhu Zhao'er, Hong Fen and Yang Liuxin were not far away, with a worried face, Zhu Zhao'er, the little girl of the Wen family and Wen Shuzhen stood side by side, looking at themselves worriedly.

Next to him is a man like a black tower, grinning, wearing a rather dirty and old wet and dripping Taoist robe, combing the Taoist priest's hair bun, lining his tall body, looking nondescript and extremely funny, how can there be a little bit of Taoist escape from the dust.

Reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and said to Zhu Zhao'er and the little girl of the Wen family: "I'm fine, don't worry." As he spoke, his lungs ached, and he coughed violently, and the cough was dark, as if a ghost hand was constantly tearing at his lungs.

Zhu Zhao'er stepped forward in a panic and patted him lightly on the back, and the big eyes of the little girl of the Wen family also showed worry.

cough, Li Fengwu looked at the black charcoal man, "Are you?" ”

The black charcoal man immediately stepped forward and smiled tigerishly, "Little official, poor Dao - oh no little bottom Li Julu, he is Li Hai's nephew, he just arrived in Jiankang tonight, and my uncle said that the little official You Qinhuai, let me protect you." ”

The small bottom is the passive party in Lala in later generations, and the literal understanding is to sleep below, and the active one who sleeps above is called the small top, so the Chinese characters are broad and profound, and the description of a bottom and top is simply absolute.

The small bottom of the Song Dynasty is the humble title of the slave to the master, and it is not the same concept as the small bottom in the later generations.

Everyone looked at Li Julu like a monster, and it was hard for anyone to imagine that this eight-foot-close to nine-foot black charcoal man was actually a Taoist priest.

Nearly nine feet tall, almost two meters.

Li Fengwu was stunned for a moment and then came to his senses, Li Hai is Li Bo, and then he remembered that he had promised Li Bo before the Spring Festival to let his nephew do things in Li Mansion, but he really didn't expect that a promise that day would save his life today.

Li Julu took another step back, bent down and grabbed a person from the ground and pinched it in his hand like a goshawk catching a mouse, "Little official, how can this person be disposed of?" took a punch from the Sprinkle family, and it was not far from death. ”

Looking at the man in black who was bleeding from his nose and mouth, Li Fengwu knew in his heart, and estimated that Li Julu saw the situation clearly, knowing that it was this person who wanted to kill him, so he would take him down, and waved his hand weakly, "Have you reported to the official?" ”

Hong Fen, the owner of the drunken music shop on the side, stepped forward with a smile: "It was an accident for the petty official to fall into the water, and the old slave took it upon himself not to report to the official." ”

Those who do the skin and meat business, as long as they don't kill people, in line with the mentality of calming things down, they will not be involved in lawsuits if they can get involved in lawsuits.

Li Fengwu said secretly, there is no way to report this kind of thing to the official behind the scenes, Zhu Wenxiu and Yang Shijie will definitely shirk the delay and finally end it, it is better to interrogate this person himself, and said tiredly: "Okay, Julu, bring him back to the Li Mansion, don't kill him first." ”

Li Julu responded with a big grin, and after speaking, he paused the man on the ground, and suddenly another burst of blood gushed out, seeing that everyone was swaying, the little official ordered not to kill him, but you black man is not serious, and if you throw this person a few more times, this person is really not far from death.

Li Fengwu looked at Hong Fen and Yang Liuxin again, "Boss Hong, don't worry, there will be no death, please help arrange a sedan chair, you have to go home." ”

Tonight's matter, the person who started it still has some concerns after all, and just wants to create an accident that falls into the water, if it wasn't for Wen Qilai's suggestion, he insisted on breaking the net with Guo Bald and Liu Jiayu, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so light.

But if this kind of thing happened, if he didn't fight back, he was afraid that the enemy would gain an inch, thinking of this, Li Fengwu squinted, looked at Zhu Zhao'er and nodded slightly.

Leaving the drunken music workshop, Zhu Zhaoer and Li Julu returned to the house with Li Fengwu, and the two daughters of the Wen family returned to the Wen house on the bank of the Banshui River under the escort of the slaves. ”

"Oh, I'm not worried about him!" The little girl of the Wen family stuck out her tongue and smiled playfully.