If you don't reach the realm of gods and people, you can't restrain your breath, and you can't hide your cultivation.

But just now, Sima Wenzhi didn't notice the realm of the man in brocade, it should be that he had a strange treasure on his body that had a concealment effect.

The man in brocade showed that his cultivation was for demonstration, and after Sima Wenzhi knew about it, his heart became calm, and then he took the lead without warning.

When he activated the aura, he remembered a conversation with General Gao in Qingxuan Mountain.

General Gao likes to drink, but this thing is not easy to obtain in the mountains.

Once, someone gave him a jar, so he asked Sima to come and drink with him. In between drinking, Sima asked him what he thought of him.

On weekdays, General Gao is very respectful to him. But after a few bowls of wine, when his eyes were foggy, he said something that he usually didn't dare to say.

In General Gao's words, Sima asked everything to be good, but he was too pedantic, stubbornly sticking to what a gentleman did, and being too concerned about planning and then acting, so he lacked the fierceness and courage of some men.

"If you can't beat it, you will talk about what a gentleman does and what you are poor and sour. If you can beat it, who cares about it. Thinking about these words at this time, it was like an initiation.

Seeing the movement in Sima Wenzhi's hand, the man in brocade also hurriedly activated his aura. But after pinching the mantra, there was no reaction in the body. Then he realized that the sea of qi and the dantian had been sealed.

"Everything is easy to say..."

After being restrained, the man in brocade knew that the other party's magic was higher than his own, and hurriedly opened his mouth to clarify, wanting to calm things down. Before he finished speaking, he realized that his throat was sealed, and he couldn't speak.

There is a lot of difference in the cultivation of the two, and Sima asked that it was a Neidan practice, and it was not difficult to restrain the man in brocade.

In the end, he made him speechless, and he did it deliberately.

He had seen remorse in this person's eyes, but it was not easy to make a decision, and he did not want to be disturbed by the words begging for mercy and give up halfway.

"Smack. ”

After restraining the brocade-clothed man, he quickly walked a few steps to the front and struck him on the left side of the cheek.

"Bullying. "After the fight, explain the reason.

"Smack. "Strike again and hit him on the right cheek.

"Forced to be a slave. "After the fight, let's talk about the reason.

After that, Sima asked many times, and the sound was repeated. Every time he made a shot, he told the reason for hitting him.

After a few times, the brocade-clad man's face began to swell. Even if you break the seal on your throat, you won't be able to open your mouth again for a short time.

After the fight, Sima Wenzhi immediately returned, picked up the woman again, and summoned Ling Shuang to rush to the periphery. The people who had reported to the government before began to return, and the officials they had brought with them had gone to the streets.

"Where are you going?" Ling Shuang asked after walking dozens of steps. There is a fork in the road ahead, and you need to decide which way to choose.

"Follow me. Sima Zhi didn't respond to the question, and the woman who sold her body answered first. Then he broke free of his grip and walked forward, walking briskly towards a path.

After many twists and turns, when Ling Shuang completely forgot where she came from, the woman stopped and stopped in front of a courtyard. Then the courtyard door was opened, and the three of them entered one after another.

From the outside, this is quite a courtyard. After entering, I looked again, and there was already a dilapidated scene inside.

Although dilapidated, it is neat and tidy. It's just that some doors and windows are negligent in repair, and many are damaged.

"Cher, don't waste your efforts again. I know that I am terminally ill, and there is no cure for the medicine. The sound of the door opening alarmed the people in the room, and someone spoke.

Although the man's voice was weak, he was not old. According to the woman's previous complaint, the person in the house should be her sick father.

"Father, don't say anything more frustrating. The doctor in the city said that your condition had improved, and that he only needed to find a few more herbs for you, and then he could make a decoction to make you well. The woman spoke comfortingly, without pause, and there had been many such conversations.

"But there's a guest coming?" asked the man in the room again.

When they asked, they walked into the house and saw a man half-lying on the grass bed.

"The home is dilapidated, don't laugh. Xue'er quickly entertained her father. The man was convinced that someone else had entered the house and opened his mouth to let him know.

"It's a famous doctor invited for my father. The woman explained, looking at the two of them.

Sima asked, stepped forward to take the pulse, and after a few breaths, there was a result.

The person had foul breath in his head and lungs, and it had accumulated over time. There is no life-threatening situation at this time, but what will happen in a few more days is unknown.

After investigating, Sima asked to get up.

When she got up, she nodded to the woman who sold herself, and the woman looked overjoyed when she saw this, but she did not immediately ask Sima Wenzhi to help heal.

Although it was reasonable to ask for help immediately, it seemed to be in a hurry, and the woman just invited the two to another room.

There was nothing to entertain at home, and the three of them sat down and no one spoke. After another stick of incense, the woman who sold herself let out a sigh of relief and opened her mouth.

"My name is Shuangxue, my surname is Chu, Chu Shuangxue. "The woman reported herself to her home.

"Your name is Shuangling, Chu Shuangling. Then she looked at Ling Shuang and spoke again.

"My name is Ling Shuang, a Taoist of the Shangqing Sect, and my Taoist name is Huang Ling. ”

After the woman finished speaking, Ling Shuang opened her mouth to respond. In her words, she deliberately corrected what the woman had said earlier, and her tone was firm when she said it.

After Ling Shuang finished speaking, Sima Wenzhi got up and wanted to leave the house. He had already guessed the relationship between the woman who sold her body and Ling Shuang, and the two were talking about family affairs, and as an outsider, he was not easy to mix.

"Where are you going?" Before leaving, Ling Shuang saw through his intentions and immediately asked.

"The house was stuffy, so I went out for a walk in the courtyard. Sima asked without thinking, and responded casually. After the words were spoken, I realized that Fang Cai's excuse was very clumsy.

The doors and windows of the house where the three people are located are mostly damaged, allowing internal and external breaths to enter and exit freely. When I was depressed, I couldn't talk about it.

"This person was saved by you, but you want to leave, what is the reason?" Ling Shuang ignored the excuse and asked again.

Unable to refute it, Sima Wenzhi could only sit down again and wait patiently for the following, but felt very embarrassed.

"Our ancestors were originally northerners, and we have been scholarly for generations. After the rebellion of the eight kings of the previous dynasty, he crossed here with many northern clans. This time it didn't take long for the woman to start talking.

"It's my ancestor. As soon as she spoke, she saw that Ling Shuang was about to open her mouth to correct it again. So he hurriedly spoke first and changed it.

"When I crossed to the south, the family business in the north was not brought, which led to the gradual decline of the family. When my father tied his hair, he was no longer as good as ordinary people. After the correction, the woman who sold herself continued.

In the fourth year of Yixi, my mother gave birth to a pair of twin sisters. Because it was a cold winter, my father named us Frost Snow Frost Ling. In the past few years, there was a great hunger in the county, and the court was unable to provide relief, and the people in the county were prone to cannibalism. ”

Speaking of this, Chu Shuangxue's face was sad.

Chu Shuangxue's words, Sima asked him and heard it.

The emperor at that time was his uncle Sima Dezong, who had the heart to help. However, civil strife was frequent, and the dictatorship of the military attaché was frequent, and the imperial orders issued became a dead letter.