Eight-armed Shura?

Li Chu's heart moved, and he wanted to ask.

But the woman who called Rou'er would not allow him to interject.

She looked at the middle-aged scribe and said in a trembling voice: "Since Daddy knows that there are demons blocking the way, why do you still insist on moving forward? Wouldn't it be good for us not to go to Yuhang Town and visit the scenery of other places together? Or go to sea by boat, haven't you always longed for the terroirs of overseas countries?"

"Huh. The middle-aged scribe smiled and shook his head: "My Gongsun Zhe is an official of the imperial court! Even if I am degraded to this point, if I flee because of the intimidation of a demon, what is the dignity of the imperial court? On the contrary, if I die on the way to the post, wouldn't it be more able to prove the arrogance of the old thief of the Yang family! Even if I can't bring him down, I can also shake the trust in him in the heart of the saint." Such a thing, one or two, will one day be enough to overthrow the tall building of his Yang family!"

"There are countless officials in the imperial court, but the daughter has only one father. The woman's eyes were sad: "Can't Daddy let go of those senseless battles in the court for his daughter?"

"I can't let it go, the court is a quagmire, but if you want to do things for the people sincerely, you must enter it and fight with others. Before I knew it, I was already in the mud. The scribe's gaze crossed the gate of the front hall and looked into the distance, "If your mother is still alive, she will understand my choice." ”

"Good. The woman nodded: "The daughter does not dare to influence her father's decision, but if you are determined to die, then the daughter must walk with you!"

"Rou'er!" the scribe clasped her hands, "Why are you so stupid? Dad knows that you look weak on the outside, but you are actually very strong on the inside. But at this point, it's all my choice. In your youth, there are many things that you have not seen and experienced, and you don't have to sacrifice for these things. ”

"Although my daughter is young, she also understands the truth, thanks to my father who taught me to read since I was a child. The woman looked up and looked the scribe in the eye: "Does the father look down on his daughter and think that the woman is not worthy to die for the sake of righteousness?"

Her voice was clear and soft, but her words were sonorous.

"Alas—" The scribe sighed deeply, "The greatest pride in my life is not that I have been the champion in the examination back then, nor that I have been a great official, but I have a good daughter like you! There are countless children in Chaoge City, how many are like you? But ......"

"The daughter understands her father's mind. The woman suddenly showed a faint smile: "You are also my greatest pride! So the father doesn't need to say much, the daughter has made up her mind!"

"My grandson Zhe asked himself that in this life he is worthy of the Son of Heaven, worthy of the Li people, and worthy of the Li people!

He took his daughter in his arms, and the woman was smiling, but the scribe wept and wept silently.

"Father's ......"

"Rou'er, ......"

Seeing that they finally relaxed their conversation for a while, Li Chu finally got free, and he asked lightly: "May I ask the eight-armed Shura that Mr. said is a demon with eight arms?"

Well?

The scribe raised his head and was stunned for a moment, and the father and daughter looked at the little Taoist priest with strange eyes.

Our side is sacrificing our lives to take righteousness, and the relationship between father and daughter is deep and impassioned, and you suddenly ask me if the eight-armed Shura has eight hands?

Don't you feel like there's something wrong with you?

But seeing Li Chu's serious appearance, the middle-aged scribe hesitated, wiped his tears, and replied casually: "Maybe...... Or maybe not, Qingyilou specializes in driving monsters as assassins, and it is not surprising that it has eight arms, if it is just a nickname...... It's also possible. ”

This is tantamount to no answer......

Li Chu asked again, "Is there anything else?"

"I've only heard that he's the bronze killer of the Green Wing Tower, and he's best at hunting and hunting. If the target doesn't struggle too much, he will also give the other person a hard time. If the target escapes, after being caught by him, he will be brutally tortured, and even refine the human soul, so that he will never be able to transcend life. ”

The scribe replied carefully, after Li Chu's interruption, he felt that the atmosphere was no longer right, and he couldn't cry anymore if he wanted to, so he simply said everything he knew.

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at his daughter again, re-brewing his emotions, and preparing to say something more.

I heard Li Chu say: "This eight-armed Shura may be dead. ”

"Huh?" the scribe was stunned again.

"On my way back from Yuhang Town, I encountered a monster blocking the way, and I was forced to kill him. Li Chu said indifferently: "Now that I think about it, it is very likely that he is the eight-armed Shura who is ready to intercept you." ”

The scribe was stunned again.

But the woman's eyes widened: "Xiaodao Chief, what you said is true?"

"Of course. Li Chu's face was still unshocked.

But this expression fell in their eyes, as if to say, a monster, passing by and killing it, it's not a big deal.

Although it is true.

"Little Daoist, are you a cultivator?" the scribe looked at Li Chu in disbelief.

"Hmm. Li Chu nodded, and said, "I think it's better for you two to rest here tonight, and I'll send you to Yuhang Town early tomorrow morning." If there is a monster coming to the door, I am not afraid, even if my cultivation is not enough to protect the two of you...... And my master is here. ”

Li Chu pointed to the bedroom on that side: "My master's cultivation is thorough!"

The father and daughter's eyes widened, they didn't expect that in such a small mountain temple, there were two masters hidden.

Especially the middle-aged scribe, thinking of the drama he had just played in front of the little Taoist, he suddenly felt complicated.

Although the little Taoist priest saved his life, he still wanted to say something......

Next time, I'll say it sooner.

Otherwise, people will be embarrassed.

......

Early the next morning, Li Chu prepared some extra porridge and side dishes, and called the father and daughter to come together for breakfast.

Yu Qi'an went out every day, and when he saw the young girl with a graceful figure, his eyes lit up, and a kind smile appeared on his face for a moment.

At the dinner table, Yu Qi'an gave full play to his skills, and in three or two sentences, he revealed the origins of the two.

It turned out that the scribe's name was Gongsun Zhe, and his daughter's name was Gongsun Rou, both of whom came from Chaoge City.

Gongsun Zhe was born as the champion of the year, entered the dynasty for more than ten years, and was the official to the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, which could not be called the official fortune, but it was also quite important.

It's a pity that he is the protégé of the former prime minister Meng Youxiong, and the powerful minister Yang Dingtian defeated Meng Youxiong to the throne, and all the officials of Meng Youxiong's family were demoted.

Gongsun Zhe was directly demoted to Jiangnan and became a small Yuhang County Order.

But he has always been valued by the emperor, and Yang Dingtian was worried that he would have a chance to return to the court, so he secretly hired a killer from Qingyilou to intercept and kill.

The guards who came with him all the way had already been bought by Yang Dingtian, and they ran out halfway. It was one of the guards who had a clear conscience, so he told Gongsun Zhe the news that there was a killer intercepting him on the road ahead.

But even though he knew the news, he still insisted on coming to Yuhang Town to die.

Hearing that the middle-aged scribe with a decrepit face in front of him was the incoming Yuhang County Commander, Yu Qi'an's eyelids couldn't help but tremble.

The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and no matter how big the wind and waves of the northwest dynasty song are, there will be no waves when they reach Yuhang Town.

But the small county order, although the officials of Kyoto do not look down on it, is the emperor of the soil here.

Thinking that he was still looking at the young lady of the quasi-county Ling family just now, Yu Qi'an's eyelids trembled twice, and the amount of food plummeted.

However, what made him wonder was that the father and daughter were very respectful when they talked to him, and they looked at him strangely.

His eyes seem to be full of ......

Awe.