Chapter 167: Disgusting Things

Fang Hatshui silently recited the mantra in his heart, and at the same time peeked at the old monk who had changed his fate from time to time. He didn't know what kind of path he was taking, but he was sure that he was going against all the dreams of his life.

He once fantasized that he would become an excellent catcher, solve countless cases and rise to the top one after another, and sooner or later sit in the seat of the county magistrate, or even the county guard. When his beard is gray, he may be able to become a governor!

He once fantasized that he would become a peerless master, and even His Majesty was impressed by him for the Great Sui to resist countless foreign invasions, and he was named a marquis. When his beard turned white, he had filial sons and daughters and a large group of apprentices under his knees, and his status in the rivers and lakes and in the court was second to none.

He once fantasized that he would marry a quiet and virtuous lady. Even if you don't become a crucial figure in the Great Sui, you have to live a happy and beautiful life. Take your wife's hand and stroll along the beach, listen to the tide and watch the sunset, enjoy every spring blossom, and taste every sun and moon.

He even thought that when he died, he would have to erect his grave on a small dirt hill in his hometown, with the grave facing the sea.

But that's all gone.

After the old monk wisely taught him the mental formula of the turtle breath technique, he closed his eyes and stopped talking. He looked at this old man who was not tall at all, but had a strong sense of oppression like a mountain in front of him, and he couldn't resist in his heart. The old monk said that he was injured, but Fang hated Shui Zhilu and said that even if he was injured, the old monk could crush himself to death with one finger.

Buddhism

Everyone in the Great Sui despised the dog-like Buddha, and he turned out to be a disciple of the Buddha.

Fang hatshui smiled bitterly, and said in his heart that fate was so unfair to him. He's just a catcher in a remote and small county of the Great Sui, even if he has a lot of majestic dreams, but that's just a dream, isn't it? He is an ordinary person, and every ordinary person will have some unattainable dreams in their hearts.

He knew that he would end up with a mere life, marrying a fisherman's daughter, with rough skin tanned by the sun and blown by the sea breeze, and a waist as thick as a bucket but strong. gave birth to a few children, squatting at the door every day like a bird waiting to be fed, waiting for themselves to come home from the yamen, and when they saw themselves, they laughed and shouted and rushed up to hug themselves and call them daddy.

Why did it become what it is today?

Who have I offended to be so doomed one after another?

Fang Hatshui thought about it a lot, and then gradually fell asleep. He was very tired, and the old monk, though thin and short, was extremely tired from carrying him on his back, and he had not eaten for two days. Some of the food picked up from the students was lost during the flight, and the only thing that remained was something that the old monks could enjoy. He could only look at it, and he didn't even dare to smell it.

After falling asleep, he began endless nightmares. I dreamed that I was wearing a gray monk's robe and a golden robe, walking on the prairie. The herdsmen, dressed in strange clothes, paid homage to themselves, offering their gold, silver and the most delicious food.

The most beautiful woman, prostrate at his feet and kiss his toes.

He looked at the herdsmen proudly, feeling the grassland breeze that was completely different from the sea breeze. In his dream, he saw the prairie, as magnificent as the sea, but green and endless. The wind blows through the grass like waves. He stood there, enjoying the admiration of all.

At this time, a black current suddenly appeared on the horizon in the east. His eyes widened to see, and he watched in horror as the black tide rushed inexorably. The green grass was flattened, the herdsmen were crushed, blood and flesh were everywhere, and wails and cries resounded through the sky.

It was the heavy armor of the Great Sui, trampling the tranquility of his dreams. The Great Sui cavalry, dressed in black iron armor, used sharp horse lances to harvest the lives of herdsmen like wheat harvesters. They are like a black hurricane, destroying everything in their path. No one could stop them from moving forward, and the loud trumpet of the Great Sui army's attack seemed to tear the sky of the steppe apart.

He could not stop the mighty army, and he dreamed that he was knocked over by a crimson war horse, and the knight on horseback held a long knife that kept dripping blood, and his indifferent eyes looked at him without a trace of emotion. He wanted to kneel down and beg, but he couldn't turn over when he was trampled by the crimson war horse. He wanted to say that he was also a Sui person, but he clearly felt that the eyes behind the Sui general's mask could see everything.

"You're a traitor, a traitor to the Great Sui, so...... You can only die. ”

The Sui general spoke indifferently, and then slowly raised the huge red long knife. At this time, Fang Hatshui saw clearly that the knife did not turn red because it was stained with blood, the knife was originally such a color, weird, deep, and frighteningly red.

The blade was raised, and the sunlight seemed to penetrate the blade.

What a terrible knife.

What a beautiful knife.

The knife fell, and Fang Hatshui even saw his head rolling on the ground. The blood in his neck spurted out like a waterfall, and the blood was full of shame.

Yes!

Fang hated the water and woke up, his body was already soaked with sweat.

I'm not a Sui anymore......

Fang Hatshui, who woke up, trembled all over his body and curled up in the corner of the tree hole. He hugged his knees and buried his head between his legs, not daring to open his eyes to see this world. After a long time, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the old monk, his eyes full of hatred. It was late at night, and it was darker in the hollow, and he could only see the faintly visible silhouette of the old monk, sitting there cross-legged like a zombie.

The old monk was still in his meditation, and he didn't seem to hear anything strange about him.

Fang Hatshui bit his lip, and blood slowly slid down the corners of his mouth.

……

……

Fang Xie stretched when he woke up, and then failed again in trying to calculate the hour. This dungeon does not see the light of day all year round, and even if the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly outside, it will still be frighteningly dark if it is not lit. The light here is always dim yellow, and it is impossible to guess whether it is day or night because of that oil lamp.

If you stay in this place for a long time, you will feel that you have become confused. It's not even day and night, it's muddy. Perhaps it was deliberate, and there was no pattern to the time when the food was delivered to him. So much so that Fang Xie completely lost time, and gradually didn't bother to think about whether it was the sun or the moon hanging in the sky outside.

If Fang Xie didn't speak, the silence in the stone chamber seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbeat. There will always be times when people want to pursue a quiet life and don't want to be disturbed by anyone or anything. But when you are really in such an absolutely quiet secret room, you often have boundless fear in your heart.

There was no sound, so harsh that even the slightest movement of the body was so harsh.

Fang Xie frowned, and after brewing for a long time, his expression finally became pleasant. A long, sharp fart was squeezed out of his stomach by him, tearing through the silence in the stone chamber. The voice sounded suddenly, so proud.

Fang Xie smiled smugly, turned over and continued to sleep.

Perhaps this is a very boring struggle, not ridiculous, but rather desolate.

When Fang Xie opened his eyes for the second time, there was no change in the room. The oil lamp tirelessly adhered to his post, and he didn't know how the lamp oil in the tunnel couldn't burn out. Just as Fang Xie got up and was about to take a soak of urine that had been held for a long time, the voice of voice sounded outside the iron door.

From this point it is not certain that it is daylight, because there are people outside at all times. And there are always some boring people who will come to see him at any given time, push open the iron door and say a few boring words to him. For example, the one-armed man seems to like to look at Fang Jie's embarrassment at this time when he has nothing to do.

Fang Xie left the stone bed as fast as he could, rushed to the corner, lifted the night pot and sprinkled a bubble of sassy yellow urine. The expression on his face was so intoxicated, as if he had just a beautiful woman like a flower.

The iron door was pushed open, and the people who walked in outside were stunned when they saw Fang Xie who was lifting his pants up, and his face showed a slight strong displeasure.

This is a person that Fang Xie has never met, very young. Wearing a light gray brocade dress that is almost moon-white, with a jade pendant hanging on his belt, the red tassel is particularly eye-catching. This man is tall, but not tall. At most, it seems, is under Fang Jie's ears. He said that he was in a long figure because it seemed that his body was perfectly proportioned.

This young man's face was very pale, not the kind of white that was greased and powdered, nor the kind of sickly white, but very healthy, with the texture of mutton fat and white jade. He has thin eyebrows, slightly raised, large eyes, and a haughty look. Compared to a man, his jaw is slightly pointed, but it is not out of harmony.

In the group of men, he is definitely a beautiful man.

But Fang Xie could see at a glance that this was a girl. It's still a self-righteous girl, a self-righteous girl who thinks she can fool all the perverts in a men's outfit.

She was followed by a big man, but behind the young man he looked very respectful. So when Fang Xie lifted his pants, he speculated about what the identity of the little girl who could make Hou Wenji be his follower in the Ouchi Guard's Office.

"Disgusting"

The guy dressed as a man frowned and raised his hand to cover his nose.

"Eating, drinking,, peeing is the most normal and normal thing, if you even feel disgusting like this, I really don't know what you don't feel disgusting. And...... Your definition of disgusting is so superficial that you don't understand what disgusting is. ”

Fang Xie sat back on the stone bed with a big grin, took off his shoes and began to pick his feet.

"Your Highness......"

Hou Wen screamed in a very low voice, trying to persuade the woman whose face was gloomy. She was the one who was brought back by the soldiers of the battalion brought by the Crane Daoist on the Half Moon Mountain that day. If Fang Xie had been present at the time, he would have been able to easily guess her identity.

The woman with a straight face took a slow breath to make herself look calmer. She came here purely out of curiosity, curious to know what the heir of the seventh uncle who loved her the most was like. But at this moment of seeing Fang Jie, she was obviously disappointed. The sight of that dirty fellow, though clear-eyed, sitting on the stone bed and picking at his feet was disgusting.

"That's good"

She walked over to the chair and sat down, trying her best to look cold and bland: "Then you come and tell me, what is disgusting?" ”

Fang Xie glanced at Hou Wenji, pointed to his nose and asked, "I have to answer?" ”

He had to frown when his fingers were close to the tip of his nose, and the fingers that had just picked at his feet didn't taste good.

Hou Wenji nodded: "Yes." ”

Fang Xie hummed, sat up straight and looked at the woman for a while, unscrupulous, his eyes swept from top to bottom. This made the woman even more displeased, but she pretended to be calm in order to appear strong. She didn't get angry, simply because the prisoner seemed to look down on her. If you get angry, you might even be even more despised by this nasty guy.

"Disgusting thing...... You can imagine yourself eating a lump of for breakfast. The person who poops may be a little angry, and the is a little black and hard. Therefore, it will be a little sticky to the teeth when chewed, and it is not easy to swallow. ”

The woman's face changed, and her stomach churned.

"Of course, you can treat it as dry rice. You can find another person with a discordant stomach to pull a soak of dilute and drink it as porridge. Rinse your mouth and rinse down the dry rice you ate before. ”

The woman pursed her mouth tightly, and her eyes became more and more angry when she looked at Fang Jie. The churning in her stomach almost made it impossible for her to hold it, but she still didn't throw up after all.

"Is this disgusting? But that's it! ”

She asked with a sneer.

"No, no, no"

Fang Xie waved his hand again and again, then looked into her eyes and said seriously: "It's disgusting...... You're stuffed with your teeth. ”

wow

She finally couldn't hold on anymore and spit it out.