On the official road outside Xi'an, the loess is dusty, a mule cart is unhurried, and there are a few young people with crooked hats on the mule cart.

If there are people who often walk around the streets of Xi'an, they can be recognized at a glance that they are famous pimpies in Xi'an City.

As it got dark, the mule cart slowly stopped in front of a ruined temple, and a splash pulled out the sack of marijuana that had been sitting under him, and several people threw the sack from the mule cart with great force.

The sack was thrown in front of the gate of the ruined temple, and the splashers looked at the sky, it was getting late, the city gate was about to be closed, and they could not go back.

"What's so fun in the city, we have money today, where can we go."

"I know a good place, and I will walk ten miles to get there, and the sisters there are all passing merchants, although they can't write poems and paintings, but they are all fresh and spicy."

"What's the grind, let's go, I'm rich today, call a few sisters, enjoy it!"

The mule cart faded away to the laughter of the splashers, and the sack that had been thrown in front of the ruined temple door squirmed, and it turned out that it contained a man.

The rope at the mouth was not firmly tied, and the people in the sack moved more and more, and finally, a bun of hair emerged from the sack.

The summer days were long, and it was not yet completely dark, and as soon as the Qingdao man crawled out of the sack and saw a ruined temple in front of him, he let out a long sigh.

Just before today, a Qingdao man beat him to death and didn't expect that he would be beaten with a sticking in the palace courtyard.

In order to be quiet, he chose the most secluded courtyard in the courtyard back then, and outside the courtyard was a black locust road, separating his courtyard from other places, he and Lang Yue all loved quiet, and the people in the other courtyard also knew it, so except for their master and apprentice and the cleaning servants, almost no one came to the black locust road.

Today he received a letter, saying that there was news from Lang Yue, and the person who sent the letter was at the gate of the other courtyard, he was suspicious, knowing that the person who came to deliver the letter was an errand runner, but he still wanted to ask in person.

He hurried out of the door, and the black locust road was as quiet as ever, and as he walked, he suddenly received a blow to the head, and he did not know it, and when he woke up, he was already in a sack.

He could hear the wheels rolling on the road, and he could tell from the laughter of the people that it was a gang of splashes, but he didn't know how they could get him out of the palace courtyard.

As soon as he opened his mouth to call for help, a splash skin sat on him, and the splash skin sat on it and was not honest, and as soon as the fart (share) went up, his old life was almost confessed under the guy's fart (stock).

From their laughter, a scavenger guessed that they were collecting money to do something, and someone gave money, so they tied them up.

As soon as the scavengers were muttering about where they were going to take him, he was thrown off the mule cart.

A Qingdao man's whole body bones are about to fall apart, he took a lot of effort to climb out of the sack, I don't know whether he was pressed by the fart (stock), or thrown down from the mule cart when he fell, he was dizzy, fortunately he was still very sober in his heart, this is the official road, the official road leads to Xi'an City, the city gate is about to close, the official road can no longer see the carriages and horses entering the city, with his current state, only a pair of legs can not go back.

Although he was a little afraid, a Qingdao man still staggered into the broken temple.

It's okay now, the prince asked him to follow the military attache who recruited the troops to Qinling tonight, he was worried and couldn't think of a way, now he is in danger, and he will go back to the palace tomorrow to explain the situation, the prince is not a cold person, he will let him rest for a day or two before leaving.

A day or two is sufficient.

Thinking of this, the Yiqing Daoist even began to think about whether to make a few small injuries on his body when he went back tomorrow......

The roof of the broken temple cracked a big crack, and by the faint light, you can also see that there are still gaps in the main hall on the ground, and the cold and hard steamed buns are still thrown in the main hall.

As soon as the Qingdao man was so clean, he looked around in disgust, trying to find a clean place to stay overnight.

Suddenly, he noticed that there seemed to be a man lying in front of the dilapidated and peeling wall.

The Qingdao man was startled and instinctively wanted to run out, but his legs seemed to have taken root and were firmly planted on the ground.

That's a child, a half-grown child, at least not an adult.

It was dark, and he couldn't see it clearly, but he felt that the child's clothes looked like robes.

A Qingdao man's heart was pounding, from being reprimanded by the King of Qin in the palace in the morning, to being beaten with a stuffy stick at the door of his house, and then throwing him here in a splashing skin, just one day, there were big ups and downs, and the danger was frequent, and a Qingdao man was scared, and his psychology had reached the most fragile edge.

At this moment, the child in the Taoist robe, the first thing he thought of was Lang Yue.

"Lang Yue!" As soon as the Qingdao man rushed out, he forgot the pain in his body, and rushed towards the small body by the wall.

When it got closer, a Qingdao man finally saw that the child was lying on the ground with his face on the ground, with a small bun, a green cloth robe, thin shoulders, and a weak figure, this is Lang Yue, this is really Lang Yue!

It's just that Lang Yue didn't move, he didn't seem to hear the familiar call, and his body was lying on his stomach in an extremely uncomfortable position, which was formed by being thrown over.

A normal person would not lie on his stomach in this position, and apparently, since he was thrown over, until now, he has maintained a position and has not moved.

What are the circumstances under which a person can be motionless and injured? Or is it...... He's dead?

"Lang Yue, what's wrong with you? It was Shen Tong who harmed you, isn't it, don't ......you die if you speak?"

A Qingdao man hugged Lang Yue, who was lying on the ground, and Lang Yue's body finally turned over.

In the dim twilight, only the child's snow-white face and closed eyes could be seen.

Suddenly, a Qingdao man's hand trembled, and he threw away the moon in his hand!

That's not Lang Yue, that's just a child about the same as Lang Yue!

But it was too late, and the child who had been thrown away by him suddenly opened his eyes, and with a flash of silver light in his hand, a snow-bright short knife was pressed against the chest of a Qingdao man!

"You...... Who are you? A Qingdao man said in a trembling voice, in the night, the child's face was hazy, this is not Langyue, it is indeed not.

"I'm Shen Tong." The voice is sweet, with a childlike voice, but also with coldness.

As soon as the Qingdao's heart sank, just now, he said the wrong thing.

"You should have known that Mei Shengxue kidnapped Lang Yue, but why do you think I killed Lang Yue?" Shen Tong asked lightly.

A Qingdao man spewed out a puff of turbid air from his nose, and he closed his eyes and said nothing.