"Could it be that the government kidnapped her?" Young Qiu Junwei asked.

"It's hard to say." Lao Ke sighed, "However, I think the people in the government are less likely, as the old saying goes: meat eaters are despised." I'm afraid they don't have the ability to capture the Heavenly Saintess. ”

What Lao Ke said was not to comfort Li Xiangtian, they were all people who survived the battlefield that year, when the cadres attacked the "Heavenly Maiden Battalion" of the Holy Army composed of Heavenly Saints, most of them returned in an instant, and some of them were also recruited and got mad, so that the color of the talk changed. Now, although seventeen or eighteen years have passed, and the heavenly maidens have long since dispersed, the ability of the Qianguo government has not improved.

"Xiangtian, don't worry, we are fighting for our lives, and we will help you save Pei Yao." Lao Ke took a sip of tea, and his tongue seemed to be astringent by the rich bitterness, and he couldn't help frowning.

In a trance, Li Xiangtian saw Pei Yao's face appear in front of him. Is that who she is now? Her eyes were no longer as scorching as they had been, there were some straight scratches on her face, and the corners of her forehead were even a little collapsed. Is this the goddess who can save his will? Is it the Heavenly Saintess who has been praised thousands of times by the people of Heaven?

Li Xiangtian suddenly thought of him holding his lover's hand and walking on the streets of Shuri Castle, the river full of lantern boats, flickering candles and flames shadowing his face, showing a humble smile. The same man, who had just stood beside the corpses on the ground in the cold moonlight of a snowy night, roared with a knife in his hand.

She ...... Must still be alive! Li Xiangtian muttered. After so many dangers, he seemed to be accustomed to having no illusions about anything.

"Really?" Lao Ke asked.

"It must be ......" Li Xiangtian muttered to himself in a low voice, not knowing what the answer was.

"I'm betting she's alive and well." Zhang Wanjun said suddenly.

"I'm betting she's alive and well." Lao Ke also said.

"People like us are risking our lives for tomorrow." Seeing Li Xiangtian facing him, Old Ke paused. smiled softly: "You can't do it without betting." ”

"When will we have a day when we don't have to gamble?" Li Xiangtian was asking Lao Ke, and he seemed to be asking himself.

Li Xiangtian would not have thought at this time that the person who let him go and gave him the piece of jade left by the loyal king was the one who could give them no more gambling lives tomorrow. Li Xiangtian would not have thought that that ordinary unexpected encounter would bring a dramatic turn in his later life. Nor did he think about the two people he was going to meet again would occupy an important place in his life. So much so that when I recall it many years later, I will still sigh, "If I hadn't met him in the suburbs of Fuzhou that day, I'm afraid I would just be a speck of dust under this vast sea of stars." But now Li Xiangtian just lowered his head and sighed, a little dizzy and let the hull shake himself.

And that person is now on his way to Beijing.

"Your grandma's! Hurry up for Lao Tzu! The shouts of Wu Ben and the sound of the air whipped in the air were heard as a procession of carriages loaded with boulders drove into the square. The rugged granite, which is three people high, is tied to a flat-bottomed cart with ropes and pulled by a healthy horse.

It's a big panache. Lin Yiqing, who was riding on a black horse, secretly thought in his heart that he was not very familiar with the recent situation in the suburbs of Beijing. Which family of Wu Ben dared to blatantly pull such a huge convoy in the city, ignoring the indignation of the people on the long street, and went straight on the road.

The horse struggled to move forward, sweat dripping from its bulging muscles. On the side of more than 20 carts, there were ten strong slaves in each cart pushing the cart shirtless, and the bare upper back in early spring was full of leather whip marks.

The people dared not speak out of their anger. They all gave way, and the carriage slowly moved forward. The eyelids of the horse at the front of the car drooped. Obviously, with all his might. The next time it stepped on the iron hoof, a rope was no longer overwhelmed and broke with a "thud". Once the locked hemp rope is broken, it is like a strong bowstring being empty, cutting through the air and making a piercing whistle, which is being whipped on the horse's strands. The horse suddenly ached. Let out a miserable hiss, let go of all four legs and rush out diagonally. The carriage suddenly deviated from the track, and the stone, which had lost its rope holding, tilted down the road, "Boom! "The debris flew and the slaves ran away in fright. With a cry of pain, the leg of a slave next to the car happened to be stuck in the crack of the stone on the road and he didn't have time to pull it out, and the boulder pressed horizontally, easily crushing his leg when he landed.

The horse, which had suddenly lost its weight, went mad and ran rampant through the streets, and suddenly the people shouted and neighed for the horses. Seeing that in the direction where the horse was coming, a man in yellow stood in the middle of the road. Lin Yiqing saw that the man did not dodge or dodge, he must have been frightened, and he was about to make a move when he was startled, but four people rushed towards the man first.

The movements of those people were as fast as light smoke, flashing through the commotion in an instant, but they were orderly. The three white-clothed men swept away from different directions, stopping on the side of the street without attracting any notice, but the location ensured that any contingencies were under control. The only gray-clothed man stood in front of the man, his fingers open, and through the epidermis, he could clearly see the slender white bones and blue veins.

The galloping horse seems to be fixed in the air, and the black muscles in the thighs are still in a relaxed state when stepping up. The wind rolls up the fallen leaves on the house and swirls around the horses, and the passage of time is like a wall of flowing water, which instantly stands still. The man in gray raised his hand and slowly approached the restless black horse, as if crossing the water wall under the daze of pedestrians. The hand gradually fell on the supple mane, the eyes were full of brilliance, and the horse's eyes gradually lost their wildness in the flowing brilliance, and the corners of the eyes were covered with a cloudy film. Hastily! The muscles were almost instantly restored to the strength of the ground, but the carriage stopped quietly in the middle of the road, and the horses obediently licked the withered hands of the gray-clothed man.

Everything happened and ended in an instant, but in Lin Yiqing's eyes, it was a long-lost hypnotism. The spiritual power emanating from the center of the carriage stunned the people present, and none of them would remember that this scene had occurred. The rest of the people in white all had smug smiles on their faces.

Whip Takeben didn't know what was happening, and when they came to their senses, they only saw their master's horse striding peacefully in front of a middle-aged man dressed in gray cloth. The leader flicked his whip and rushed to the man in gray quickly, "Where did you come from?" Take care of the uncle's family affairs. You don't want to live! ”

Wu Ben was so unreasonable to the people who helped him, no matter how good the middle-aged man was, he was about to speak, when the rescued man in yellow bypassed him. Walked towards the convoy. The middle-aged man hurriedly followed him, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say. The usually majestic leader of the martial arts stood alone like a puppet, and he had not encountered a situation in which others ignored him for a long time, and he was frozen for a while.

The man walked over to the wounded slave through the warriors, bent down and looked at the bloody leg. Kindly asked, "Does it matter?" ”

Seeing that person so indifferent to cross over to him, the warriors were so angry that they held the hilt of the sword, but no one could pull it out, and they faintly felt that there was an inviolable majesty in the guy who walked calmly.

The wounded man heard the man's words like a spring breeze, but the heart-piercing pain prevented him from speaking, and his face stained with sticky sweat and dust was distorted and turned extremely hideous.

The man's eyes swept indifferently towards the man in gray, but the man in gray rushed to the injured man in three steps and two steps as if he had received some great boast. He took out a special wound medicine from his bosom and sprinkled it on his bloody leg.

Only then did the leader of Wu Ben react and roared: "Ma Labazi, you dare to move grandpa's people?" The leather whip swept through the air and whipped fiercely, and the action was done in one go, which can be described as a master of this way.

Wu Ben didn't ask the reason for his sudden attack to the man in gray who didn't expect, but he was treating the slave's injuries and couldn't spare his hand, and if he dodged, the leather whip would swing at the man in yellow, which he never dared to imagine. Luck is on the back. Prepare for a hard lash.

Wu Ben saw that the man didn't hide or dodge, and thought to himself that this guy was just like this, and he must be killed if he stayed. The evil smile just hung on his face, but it froze.

A large, swarthy hand held the whip firmly in its palm.

The leader of the warriors will remember this day for a long time. None of the people he met cared about his existence, not even slaves who had lost their dignity under humiliation and starvation.

Holding the long whip was a muscular, topless man. The black hair hadn't been groomed for a few days, and it was a mess on the head, long enough to cover the eyebrows. This man's facial features are outstanding, but unfortunately everything is a little bigger than ordinary people. It feels like a nondescript combination. His hand holding the whip was strong and steady, like a rock. But the big eyes were dim, and he looked around with some trepidation.

"Day you ancestors! Chen Ergou, it's against you! "The leader saw that he was a slave who was usually weak and deceitful, and he was even more angry. But the whip was held in the opponent's hand as if it had been filled with lead. Can't pull it out. The hateful leader drew his iron knife with his backhand, and pulled two beautiful knife flowers as usual before leaving. Frightened, the slave named Chen Ergou shook the leather whip and shook his hand desperately: "Don't! Don't hit me! He had just seen Wu Ben swinging the whip, and he habitually thought that it was being drawn at the injured slave, but now he reacted to the catastrophe, and wanted to explain but didn't know where to start, so he was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

Seeing that Chen Ergou was not really taking the whip, the leader of Wu Ben suddenly became bolder, and his pace suddenly accelerated.

"Stop!" The man in gray got up slowly, threw a grateful look at Chen Ergou, turned around and became extremely sharp, and walked towards the leader of Wu Ben.

After all, he was not an ordinary person, and the cold gaze of the man in gray made him feel dizzy when he drank ice water too quickly in midsummer, and the cold air rushed to his head, which made him instinctively stop.

The sound of knives coming out of their sheaths was endless, and seeing the leader's panicked demeanor, the warriors could no longer hesitate. Before they rushed up to protect the leader, they suddenly found that there were three more men in white between the man in gray and them. Although they are of different ages and figures, their eyes are unanimous in their disdain. Only three people stand on the wide road, but it makes people have the courage to stop thousands of horses. The eyes of these soldiers who have been mixed in Huai'an City for a long time are not low, and now everyone can see that the origin of the man in gray is not simple, but he has not taken anyone's life, the indignation on his face has increased unabated, and the steps under his feet have stopped naturally.

The leader of Wu Ben could see from the fierce eyes of the man in gray that the whip might have aroused all his anger. The long knife waved twice in front of him, and said with a strong look: "Know, do you know who Lao Tzu is?" Speaking of this, he suddenly gained courage and straightened his waist, "Lao Tzu is Kong Lingyi, the personal guard of Grandpa Kong's family!" ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar among the onlookers. The position of the Confucian Sage family is inextricable in Daqian, in addition to the current Yan Shenggong Kong Lingyi's superhuman means, he also has countless wealth. Beijing is the richest place in the world, and Kong Lingyi is one of the wealthy nobles in Beijing. If his industry gets to other big cities, it will be the first place. It's just that this person is relatively low-key, and in addition to living a luxurious life, he attaches great importance to fame, but Kong Lingyi is famous for protecting his shortcomings. If others don't mess with him, it's fine, but if they annoy him, even if the Minister of War and Aircraft comes forward, he won't give up.

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