On the border of Quyang Boguo, by a small stream, a thin old man wearing a Taoist robe dipped in water with a simple silk cloth wiped off the blood on his face little by little.

Four or five guards waited crampedly, not knowing what to do.

“...... Wen Dharma, why don't you go back to the cliff with us?"

In the middle of the night, the corner of the handkerchief was pinched on the dry hand of the smeller, and it unfolded with the stream, the faint blood color fainted, and the dirty black handkerchief slowly became clean, leaving only a light pink.

"I'm injured, don't move much, you go back by yourself. ”

Wen Xiang picked up the washed handkerchief, only to see a pair of dead tree-like hands with a deep ravine, and wrung the handkerchief dry.

He didn't look back, stuffed his handkerchief into his arms at will, twisted a few seals in his hand, recited a few words in his mouth, and sat down cross-legged on the spot.

Among his furrowed faces, there was one of the deepest, not black, but red, which added a lot of vitality to his lifeless face.

Wen Xiang didn't know if the eyeballs under the loose eyelids could still be used, at least until they could be opened.

"Let's go!

The guards who were waiting for the protector to be restrained turned around, and in the blink of an eye, as if he had changed a person, he ordered his men on the side of the carriage. Hearing the sound, the escort soldier on the horse lightly whipped the horse, and the accompanying soldiers hurriedly followed, loosely surrounding the left and right.

The guards finally said goodbye to the protectors, and the thin figure sitting on the cobblestone by the stream still shouldn't be.

On the front, a faint white light poured over Wen Xiang's closed left eye, which looked like smoke from a distance.

......

Upstream of the creek, Ge Lan fastened his belt, breathed a long sigh of relief, sat down on the rocky beach, put one of the guy's hands into the water, rubbed his fingertips twice at will, and felt the fish pass through, and when he fished out, he was empty.

He picked up the light fish knife and wiped it between his elbows, and the strip of cloth wrapped in the knife was lost somewhere, looking at the cold light on the blade, Ge Lan felt a little timid in his heart, but he couldn't help it, so he still tied it to his waist.

Think of the scabbard...... How the scabbard was gone? Ge Lan thought about it, and then remembered that the scabbard of the light fish knife was left in the medical hall in Changxing Port.

It stands to reason...... They recovered the money from the sale of the ship and should have redeemed it, but ...... Ge Lan naturally forgot, how could Qi Zuo envoy ......

"Could it be...... Forget about it, right?" said Ge Lan unconsciously.

If she was there at this time, she would definitely look at Ge Lan coldly and make a disdainful appearance. Ge Lan couldn't help but laugh when she thought of that.

The sound of the iron boots of the guards gradually faded away, and it seemed that they had given up on this evil intentions, and only hunted the left envoy of the Taiwei State Sect Apologetics who colluded with him and returned home.

If one can't run, it's better to run away from one, when the person facing is Qi Zuo's envoy, even he Ge Lan can accept this truth-

Because the one who ran away could still save the one who didn't! Ge Lan's reasoning was even more than that of Qi Zuo's envoy, he thought so, so he stood up, patted the sand on his buttocks, and followed the sound of iron boots.

......

At night, there was a richly decorated carriage parked in front of the door of the nameless inn, not the beauty of the princes and nobles, nor the beauty of the big families, but a peculiar style that was solemn in the garish and complicated and had rules - in the Quyang Boguo, even the chief horned boy knew that this was the frame of the important person of the state religion.

On the first floor of the small inn, the lights were dim, and more than a dozen escort soldiers surrounded the two tables, covered with armor and slightly dusty, and Ye Ye was also comparable to ordinary clothes. Among them, there was a woman, her clothes were tattered and her face was covered with blood—

Still changed any of the women next to them, this appearance is pear blossoms with rain, pitiful, if there is a little bit of submissive look, the blood and strength of the future life to see, I am afraid that I will immediately confront the more than ten tiger and wolf guards, ask them who bullied their daughters.

It's just that this woman is Qi Zhilai, her facial features are all marked, but none of them are weak - those eyes are like ink, the eyebrows are sharp, one nose is jade, and the lips are open and the lips are closed. When the boy looked at her, he only felt that the hero was also at the end of his life, and the tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs; when the daughter looked at her, she wanted to be chivalrous and tender, and she couldn't help but wave the flag in her heart.

The escort soldiers sitting around are also in order, Qi Zhilai has a righteous spirit in her body, and it is said that she is the guardian of the state religion of Taiwei Country, and he will return to his position one day, and these escort soldiers will also beg for food under her. I can't learn to say goodbye to others, but I always have to plan for the future.

In the corner of the inn, a small table by the window, sitting alone, looking out of the window, only showing the back of the head to others in the store.

"Guest officer, what do you want ......?" the shopkeeper walked closer and asked tentatively.

He still didn't look back, his face was facing out of the window, and his voice drifted in with the wind—

"I'll think about it again, and pour the tea first. ”

......

After a while, the rice bowl on the guard table had bottomed out, Qi Zhilai raised the bowl and drove the last few grains of rice into his mouth, glanced at the empty rice bowl in the center, and did not speak.

The hero who wanted to fall miserably to the enemy should not have entered to show his hatred, but Qi Zhilai was resolute and resolute, but he did not have those vain and arrogant bones. Since you don't have to be soft-mouthed after eating this mouthful, there is no reason to be unable to get along with your stomach.

By the window, the man heard the movement of the meal stop, and turned around quickly, his neck clicking.

It turned out that Ge Lan was wearing clothes backwards.

The lights in the store were dim, and he didn't dare to look more, and with one glance, he twisted back his neck and looked out the window.

Frozen for too long, this time and again twisted Ge Lan's neck straight to pain, he unconsciously raised his hand, held his neck, and rubbed two handfuls heavily.

At this time, the door of the inn rang again, and in just one night, this nameless inn on the side of the official road welcomed three groups of guests.

The leader of the guards was raising his hand to beckon Xiao Er to settle the bill, and when he saw someone coming, he put it down.

Xiao Er bowed deeply at him gratefully, and hurried to the door to greet him.

The person who came was a petite girl, her hair was braided like a maid of a large family, and then coiled into two balls, only some broken hair was left in front of her forehead, which added a bit of liveliness.

She was dressed in clothes that could not be said to be plain or simple, and at a glance she could only see a large patch of brown and cyan, without a single ornamentation, and even the buckle on the placket was only made into the simplest letter knot......;

Nizi sat down on the bench next to the empty table, her two thin legs under the pleated skirt cocked, and turned into the stool. The men in the store didn't have time to polish their eyes, and they had already missed a rare piece of spring.

"Little Er! ”

From that jade-like delicate throat, such a vulgar voice came out. It is not her voice that is vulgar - if not her voice is very crisp and pleasant - but the market, even the ruffian, in her tone, as if the skin of this rich and noble family on her body was snatched from elsewhere, and what she has inside is a vicious butcher who points at the nose of a child at the entrance of the vegetable market and scolds her mother.

The shopkeeper couldn't care so much, he could only hear the arrogance and magnanimity in these words, and he hurriedly dusted the cloth on his arm to his shoulder, and took two steps in three steps to meet Nizi, and said-

"This distinguished guest, the small shop has pickled beef tongue, stewed oxtail, smoked beef heart, braised beef tripe, beef with sauce, and cold beef salad.

Goo –

Nizi let out a long scream in her belly, as if she was answering for her.

"No, no," Nizi scratched her cheeks a little embarrassedly, raised her eyes to look at Xiao Er, and whispered, "A plate of beef with sauce, three bowls of rice." ”

There is no money and it is still open.

The shopkeeper said quietly, but he agreed with a smile on his face - it was better than the poor ghost who came by the window for more than half an hour and refilled cup after cup of tea.

Xiao Er respectfully took two steps back, then turned around and went to the kitchen, and when he passed by the table where the guards were guarding, he respectfully bowed several times, signaling that he would come.

Behind him, Niko craned her neck and moved up and down, left and right, trying to get around his body and see the soldier sitting at the table and the handsome woman surrounded by soldiers.

At the other end of the lobby, by the window, Ge Lan did the same thing—he stiffened his neck, his face turned in only a little, just enough to look inside.

He met his gaze with the curly-haired Niko, who winked and smiled. Ge Lan panicked and hurriedly looked back out the window.

In the kitchen, Xiao Er woke up the dozing cook by the stove, and told him to cut a plate of beef and then heat up the rest of the rice at the bottom of the pot.

"The military master has been waiting for a long time, the military master has been waiting for a long time," he bowed to the left and then to the right, "The food in the small shop is still to your liking?"

The escort soldier at the head smiled perfunctorily, and reached into his arms as if he wanted to take something. Xiao Er watched the ups and downs in his robe with an expectant face, and nodded his head earnestly from time to time-

After a while, the hand was taken out, but it was empty.

The smile on Xiao Er's face froze, but he didn't dare to freeze, and the smile he forcibly twisted was very funny. When the escort soldier saw it, he couldn't help but snort in his nose.

"It's itchy on your body, do you still have hot water to bathe in this shop?" he asked lightly.

“...... Yes, yes. Xiao Er was stunned for a moment when he was asked, and hurriedly collected his mind and replied.

The escort soldier nodded with satisfaction, got up and said: "I want two rooms, a Luo tent flower bed, a ten-person shop, you count the heads, one bucket of bath water for one person and three buckets, and three steamed buns for one person tomorrow morning, I will give you the money." ”

He patted Xiao Er's shoulder as he spoke, and staggered to the upstairs guest room.