137, fate, wonderful
When I walked out of the secret passage that led to the outside of the city, it was already bright outside.
Unconsciously, Chang Wei and Dugu Feng's treasure hunting adventure had already spent the whole night.
Seeing Dugufeng looking back at Chang'an, Chang Wei asked very considerately: "Before leaving, do you want to go home first and talk to your family?" ”
Dugu Feng pursed his lips and shook his head gently: "No need." On the way, I found a random property of my family, left a letter for the steward, and taught him to transfer it to the family on his behalf. Anyway, I used to travel a lot, and sometimes it was not uncommon to leave home once and not return for half a year. ”
Chang Wei reminded: "But this time, maybe you won't be able to return home for five years." ”
"It's okay." Dugu Feng looked at Chang Wei, tilted his head and smiled, revealing a pretty pear vortex: "Although I can't leave your sight, you won't lock me up, right?" That way, I can stay in touch with my family wherever I go. If they miss me, they can go to me, right? ”
Chang Wei nodded: "This is indeed possible." ”
"Isn't that the end of it?" Dugu Feng clapped his hands and smiled freely: "We can go." By the way, where are we going next? Wandering the rivers and lakes, the four seas are home? ”
As she spoke, she looked at Chang Wei with bright eyes, a little inexplicable little expectation.
"Not really." Chang Wei ruthlessly broke her expectations: "Let's go to Xiangyang next and live a good life." ”
"Good...... Live life? Dugu Feng Mo Ming was surprised: "This is not what the Demon Sect Leader and the Demon Sect Dharma King should do, right?" ”
Chang Wei was also surprised: "Then what do you think the Demon Sect Leader and the Demon Sect Dharma King should do?" ”
"Even if it's not for trouble, you have to do something serious!" Dugu Feng said: "Don't you want to overthrow the rule of the gate lords? Even if you can't do it for a while, at least you have to work in this direction! ”
"And yet I'm trying." Chang Wei smiled: "Anyway, you'll know when you arrive in Xiangyang." By the way, as the daughter of the top gate valve of Dugu Valve, you swore to arrest me and take me to the government for trial, how can you care about the great cause of our Demon Sect now? ”
Dugu Feng was slightly stunned, turned his face quickly, didn't dare to look at Chang Wei, and stammered at the same time: "Then, wasn't I coerced by you to join the Demon Sect?" You also fed me chronic poison. Then, I can't help myself! Besides, in the matter of the gate valve, I, I can completely contribute to the work! ”
After saying this, her crystal earlobes were already as red as fire. On the pretty face, it seems to be smeared with rouge, and the red is cute.
"Can't do it? Is it really good to say it so frankly? Chang Wei shook his head funny: "Your ideological consciousness is not good, you have to study and correct it well." Alright, it's time for us to go. ”
Choose your direction and take it in stride.
When he came, he was relaxed, and Chang Wei's feet were faster than cars, horses, boats, and boats, so it was more convenient to travel on foot.
On the return trip of this trip, I brought a lot of treasures with large bags and small bags, and there was a copper pot that sealed the relics of the evil emperor and weighed more than 100 catties.
Therefore, Chang Wei decided to meet the market town later, so he bought a carriage, drove to the southeast, crossed the Wuguan, and then took a boat from Danshui down the river to Xiangyang Wharf.
He told Dugufeng about his intentions, Dugufeng agreed, and said for his sake that there was no need to buy a carriage, her family was outside Chang'an City, and there were many manors. After a while, I met her manor and went directly to ask for a carriage.
As he spoke, on the official road ahead, two horses suddenly came head-on.
The two riders were a middle-aged man and a teenager, both dressed as scholars.
The middle-aged scribe has a handsome face, a gentle demeanor, and an elegant temperament. The slightly gray sideburns, far from looking old, add a bit of vicissitudes of charm to him.
The young scribe looked eighteen or nineteen years old, with a handsome appearance, and his temperament was like that carved out of a mold with that of the middle-aged scribe, giving people a sense of politeness, elegance and easy-goingness.
At first glance, the two look like father and son. But if you take a closer look, you will find that although these two have almost the same temperament and are both equally chic and handsome, their facial features are completely different, and they are not half similar.
Seeing the characteristics of the two riders clearly, Chang Wei's heart moved slightly, and he quietly avoided the side of the road.
Dugu Feng didn't know why, but he still followed him and quickly avoided it.
At this time, the two horses had already traveled a few feet in front of Chang Wei and the others.
Dugu Feng thought that after he and Chang Wei avoided it, the two scribes would ride their horses directly, but they didn't expect that when the middle-aged scribe passed by, his expression suddenly moved slightly, and he stopped the horse very abruptly.
As soon as the middle-aged scribe stopped, the young scribe also stopped, looking at Chang Wei and the others curiously. When his eyes fell on Dugu Feng, the young scribe's eyes showed a look of amazement, and he couldn't take his eyes off her and stared at her intently.
Although his eyes were firmly nailed to Dugu Feng, the eyes of the young scribe did not have the slightest lewd demeanor, only pure appreciation-non-embellishment, it was indeed "pure, clear, and unadulterated appreciation", as if there was no love between men and women in this person's mind, and there was only a pure appreciation of "beauty".
Chang Wei did not pay attention to the young scribes.
All his attention was focused on the middle-aged scribe.
The middle-aged scribe, on the other hand, stared at a package that Chang Wei was holding in his left hand with burning eyes.
Inside the package, it is the copper pot that seals the relics of the evil emperor!
The eyes of the middle-aged scribe are gentle and elegant, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.
But when staring at the package in Chang Wei's hand, his eyes changed violently, sometimes gentle, sometimes cold, sometimes elegant, sometimes hideous.
His eyes changed violently for a while, and finally he was frozen into dead silence, indifference, and ruthlessness, which made people's hearts throb and shudder at the first sight.
But his facial expression is still so easy-going, and the corners of his mouth are filled with a chic and good-looking smile. This expression, this smile, and his indifferent and merciless gaze formed a very sharp contrast, giving people an incomparably abrupt sense of separation, as if two completely different souls were squeezed into his body.
The middle-aged scribe's gaze finally moved away from the package in Chang Wei's hand and moved to Chang Wei's face.
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were cold, and he said lightly:
On a whim, Shi had a premonition that something extremely important to Shi was about to be born, but he had no clues. However, Shi firmly believes that since this thing is related to me, once it is born, even if Shi does not look for it, he can still bump into it.
"The hunch was correct. One word, wonderful. The relics of the Holy Emperor are the treasures of my Holy Gate. As the Holy Gate Holy King, Shi is really destined for this thing, believing in the reins of the horse, walking with the fate, and can also meet by chance on the left side of the road. This little brother, do you say yes? ”
[Ask for a ticket~]