Chapter 500: Blessings and Misfortunes

It's good. ”

Qian Qianqian nodded, this wind and rain is really uncomfortable on her body, seeing that the people on the street are in a hurry, and the officials are also in a hurry to take shelter from the rain, she is not strong.

Just as she and Xue Yi were about to walk to the street shop to take shelter from the rain, a short man suddenly jumped out from behind, knocked Qian Qianqian and Xue Yi away, and took the opportunity to take Qian Qianqian's money bag and several pieces of jewelry.

"There are thieves."

Qian Qianqian let out a loud cry and struggled to stand up, the wound was accidentally torn, and the scarlet blood gradually oozed out, staining the clothes on her shoulders.

"What are you doing? Chase after it. Xue Yi turned her head and gave a look to the few entourages behind her, who were just about to chase after her, but were stopped by Qian Qianqian.

"No, this is a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain." Qian Qianqian's expression was solemn, the corners of her forehead were covered with green tendons, her hands were clenched into fists, and as she expected, a group of thieves rushed out at the dead corner of the long street.

"Quick, quick."

Seeing this, the officials were also excited, and rushed up to block it, but the thieves were ferocious, all of them were outlaws, and the officials and messengers in this vicinity were not opponents at all.

Xue Yi also took out the long whip on her waist and protected Qian Qianqian with Yuan Ying, the oil-paper umbrella in her hand had already been left on the ground, Qian Qianqian was soaked, and her long hair was also soaked and stuck to her face.

If this continues, they are definitely not the opponents of this gang of thieves, and the officials and errands are all patrolling separately, and the officials in the distance have no time to rush over.

Qian Qianqian held the dagger for self-defense, trying her best to dodge, she didn't know whether it was rain or cold sweat on her body, her brain was dizzy, her eyes were hazy, and her vision was blurred.

"Xueyi, take Miss Qian away."

Yuan Ying saw that the big thing was not good, so he blocked the thieves who pounced in front of him for Xue Yi and Qian Qianqian, Xue Yi is also a smart person, and knew that it was not a way to hold on hard at this time, so he solved a few thieves, made a gap, and escaped with Qian Qianqian.

"Miss Qian, go quickly, you can't stop."

Xue Yi saw that Qian Qianqian couldn't walk, so she immediately reminded her, but Qian Qianqian's wound was faintly painful, and it was really difficult to run.

Xue Yi stopped, turned her head to help Qian Qianqian, and a thief appeared behind her, taking advantage of the rain, she raised her hand and knocked her unconscious.

Qian Qianqian was drenched in the rain, her brain was in a mess, her eyes were also confused, her hands and feet were cold, only to see a pair of feet slowly walking into her, under the intense tension, her eyes were dark, and she fainted.

I don't know how long the time has passed, Qian Qianqian's eyes are rolling in her sockets, her eyelids are very heavy, but she can't open them, there seems to be a shackle on her body, which binds her firmly, so that she can't break free no matter what.

Gradually, a crisp sound broke into her ears, and a strange fragrance surrounded the tip of her nose, and she seemed to be in a fog, unable to find her direction.

Qian Qianqian walked in the fog, her legs were wearing shackles, as if she weighed a thousand pounds, and suddenly thousands of horses galloped in front of her, thousands of troops and horses surrounded her, fighting one piece, and the two armies faced each other, as if they were fighting a fierce battle.

Among those soldiers, a majestic red and brown horse broke into her sight, and immediately there was a man, dressed in silver and white iron armor, holding a long sword, with strong facial features, long eyebrows and sideburns, sharp eyes, and suddenly swung the sword, and the enemy in front of him fell, and his body was covered with scarlet blood.

Qian Qianqian recognized the man at a glance, except for Xiao Mohan, no one had such momentum, she became excited, and ran towards Xiao Mohan desperately, but she couldn't touch the corner of Xiao Mohan's clothes.

"Xiao Mohan, Xiao Mohan, I'm here-"

She kept waving at Xiao Mohan, but Xiao Mohan didn't seem to see her at all, she shouted and broke her throat, Xiao Mohan didn't react at all, and the other people around her did the same.

Suddenly, an enemy soldier appeared behind Xiao Mohan, waved the long knife in his hand, and stabbed at Xiao Mohan, Qian Qianqian's heart hung in her throat, and the knife stabbed into Xiao Mohan's chest in front of her eyes.

"Xiao Mohan, don't, Xiao Mohan ......"

Qian Qianqian's eyes opened suddenly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her body, her long pointed nails were embedded in the flesh of her palms, every inch of skin on her body was tightened, her brows were tightly wrinkled, and her face was like ashes.

Looking at the surrounding environment, Qian Qianqian suddenly became puzzled, and wanted to open her mouth to call someone, but her lips opened and closed, but her throat was dry and painful, and she struggled to babble and make a little sound.

The crisp sound continued, and the fragrance in the room became stronger and stronger, looking at the surrounding furnishings, it seemed to be a meditation room in a temple.

Qian Qianqian lifted the quilt on her body and wanted to struggle to get out of bed, but as soon as her feet landed, her body collapsed, she was very hot, and she really didn't have any strength.

After a few moments, the sound of the wooden fish stopped, and a monk in a robe walked over and stood quietly beside her, his face as calm as water.

"Fan, Master Fankong."

Qian Qianqian tore the corners of her mouth and tried several times before squeezing out these words.

"The knife wound on your body is not healed, it is raining again, you have a fever, you have been in a coma for three days and three nights, and you finally woke up."

Fankong spoke slowly, his tone was gentle, there was no wave in his eyes, and he explained Qian Qianqian's current situation clearly in a few words.

"I've been in a coma for so long, Xueyi, what about Xueyi?"

Qian Qianqian thought about it in her heart, and when she thought about it carefully, Xue Yi was by her side before she fell into a coma, and the situation was critical at that time, and she and Xue Yi seemed to be dying.

"You almost died, and you're still caring about others."

Van Kong'er lowered his eyes, there was no superfluous look on his face, and his brows were slightly furrowed, which made people unable to understand.

"What the hell happened to her?"

Qian Qianqian followed up with a question, holding her eyelids and staring at Fankong's face.

"She's in the meditation room next door, and she's okay now, don't worry."

Fankong's tone was shallow, and in this way, Qian Qianqian finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her clenched fists were also relaxed.

"Thank you, Master, for saving me."

Qian Qianqian slowed down, although she couldn't get up, she still thanked Fankong, she really didn't expect that she was in danger, and Fankong could still help.

"How do you know that the poor monk saved you?" Fankong was a little surprised, and suddenly became interested, and glanced at Qian Qianqian up and down, but he was a little impressed by Qian Qianqian.

"At that time, the situation was so critical, my entourage couldn't take care of us at all, besides, if it wasn't for you to save you, Master, how would Xue Yi and I be here."

Qian Qianqian's face did not change, although she was very uncomfortable, her mind was still clear, so she could probably guess the ins and outs of some things.

"It seems that the poor monk is right to save you, but this is also your fate, if you can't wake up within three days, the poor monk will chant for you and let you go to peace."

Fankong stretched out his hand to Qian Qianqian's pulse, and Qian Qianqian didn't dodge, she knew that Fankong was not an ordinary person, so it was not surprising that she knew some medical skills.

Qian Qianqian smiled heartily, but she smiled very desolately, she was in danger several times, but none of them were as uncomfortable as now.

"You are drenched in the rain, infected with the wind and cold, and the wound is inflamed again, although you wake up, but whether this life can be saved, it is not certain, the poor monk will send someone to bring you medicine every day, you must take it on time."

Fankong withdrew his hand and said very firmly, but Qian Qianqian's heart did not have any waves, now life or death did not matter to her at all, she only felt a splitting headache, as if she would lose consciousness at any time.

"The poor monk knows that you are very uncomfortable, but I have good news here, and you may be able to cheer up when you hear it."

Qian Qianqian listened to Fankong's words, and was very puzzled in her heart, staring at Fankong.

"General Xiao is safe and sound, it was you who used your life to resolve his catastrophe."

Fankong spit out a sentence, Qian Qianqian suddenly sobered up, got up suddenly, and touched the wound on her body, so painful that she couldn't help but sigh.

"You, what you say is true?"

"If the monks don't speak, you will soon receive the news from the frontier, and everything will be clear by then."

Fankong's face did not change, as if he knew everything well, which made Qian Qianqian interested.

"How the hell do you know? As soon as you say these things accurately, could it be that you really have the ability to reach the sky? ”

Qian Qianqian is very strange, she originally didn't believe in these strange powers and gods, but maybe there were really people in this ancient world who would have any special functions, after all, she could pass through, what else was impossible?

"The poor monk is just a mortal fetus in the flesh, and he will only chant sutras and worship the Buddha every day, these are all points mentioned by the Buddha, and the poor monk is just passing on the message."

Fankong has always been humble, so he said it very mysteriously, so Qian Qianqian really couldn't figure it out, and he didn't know what the inside story was.

"Then will General Xiao have a catastrophe in the future?"

Qian Qianqian didn't continue to ask, but cared about Xiao Mohan, at the moment Xiao Mohan is safe and sound is the most important thing, she doesn't care about anything else.

"This poor monk doesn't know, but General Xiao is not an ordinary person, and this fate is different from ordinary people, you are his calamity, and he is also his lucky star."

Fankong said very mysteriously, but Qian Qianqian couldn't understand it, this catastrophe and Fuxing are completely opposite identities, but I didn't expect her to take both.

"What does that mean?"

Qian Qianqian couldn't help but ask, her expression became solemn.

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, blessings or disasters are sometimes only in a thought, you have an inextricable fate with General Xiao in your life, and you are destined to be entangled in this life, but what the final result will be, it depends on your creation."

Fankong stroked the beard on his chin, the smile on his face was very subtle, Qian Qianqian was confused, but she also knew that there would be no result if she asked again, and if Fankong didn't open her mouth, it was useless for her to ask.

Qian Qianqian was lying on the bed, her eyelids were very heavy, as long as Xiao Mohan was fine, she would be relieved, as long as Xiao Mohan could save the day, it didn't matter if she died thousands of times.

"Rest well, the poor monk will go first."

Fankong didn't stay long, this was not his meditation room, he also knew the measure, as soon as the words fell, he turned around and walked out.

Qian Qianqian couldn't understand it, Fankong said that she was a demon girl and was bent on killing her, but she didn't expect that the person who saved her in the end was still Fankong, and this world is really impermanent.