The plan could never catch up with the situation, Liu Yefei didn't have time to think about anything more, the wooden knife in his hand was handed forward, and he slashed at the throat of the giant wolf.

Without the expected feeling of stagnation of the blade cutting through the flesh, as if a knife was slashed into the air, Liu Yefei's heart was stunned, but his right shoulder was a little cold, a little hot, and a little numb, and then there was a pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow! When he looked at it intently, from the right shoulder down, his entire arm was just eaten by the giant wolf's sharp teeth--even the bone was not broken immediately, it was because something else had attracted the whole heart of the giant wolf.

A long sword of red light was nailed to the wolf's head, and the sword was no more than an ordinary iron sword more than two feet long, and the hilt of the sword was wrapped in a stone blue ramie yarn in the shape of a wheel, which was obviously a decorative sword in the form of a scribe. This kind of blunt sword, which was originally too hard to cut tofu, was nailed into the right eye of the giant wolf more than half a foot deep, and the slightly black and smelly wolf blood splashed on the sword body!

Hearing the giant wolf's howl in pain, the giant teeth that were deep in his right shoulder were slightly loosened, and Liu Yefei, who was already a little delirious in pain, also screamed, regardless of the fact that there were some skin and tendons left in his right arm still attached to his body, so he frantically struggled forward, and struggled with his left hand to grab the sword that was inserted into the giant wolf's right eye, and pushed it forward!

The red light rippled iron sword just ran into the wolf's head, but Liu Yefei, who was playing with the old sword, clearly felt that the sword was very painfully broken and broken from it after it was completely submerged in the eyeballs. Like a famous dish he had eaten in his hometown as a child, the broken blade ignored the thrust of his grip on the hilt of the sword, and drilled deep into the wolf's eye socket like a hot live loach.

The corner of his eye swept to the surrounding scenery and kept churning up and down, he tilted his body, chuckled, clenched the hilt of his sword like this, and fainted.

Zhao Yalong didn't know when he rode his horse away from his Chinese army, and walked in front of the giant wolf who was already lying on the ground softly, watching countless blue-white phosphorus fires fly out of the giant wolf's mouth, eyes, and wounds on his body like thousands of fireflies. The eldest brother on Luoyang Road, who had taken the path of the Ten Standing Servants and obtained a loose official position, couldn't help but raise his head and look at the countless blue and white points of light that flew into the night sky.

Under the moon, the clear light was everywhere, like a silver cold light, and the blue-white phosphorescence gradually scattered in the air. Unexpectedly, the little phosphorus fire was not covered by the moonlight, but it was like the snowflakes reflecting the light of the lamp and candle when the snow fell under the lamp, and it became a strange scene of moonlight and phosphorus fire that did not blend but were compatible.

Raising his hand and touching the phosphorus fire that flew like fireflies in front of him, Zhao Yalong couldn't help but sigh softly: "It's so beautiful...... This is the end of it, right?"

"It's beautiful...... It should be, it's over. ”

His second-in-command, Hua Qisheng, responded as if he had used all his energy.

The wolf skin that is difficult to be injured by the sword, the wolf tooth that eats gold and breaks the armor, these objects made of the essence of the monster, in a sense, can be regarded as the so-called natural treasures in a broad sense, and now, they are all trophies of the big gun. It's just that the people who are still on the battlefield no longer have the strength to concentrate on counting these, only Zhao Yalong, who temporarily played the role of the medical officer who led the team, while not very professionally carrying Liu Yefei, who had already passed out on the body of the giant wolf, looked at the broken sword that had not been released in the hands of the ink-shirted steward who was already in a deep coma and unconscious.

It is said that the broken sword is actually only one hilt left, and the hilt wrapped in stone blue ramie yarn and wrapped in a wheel shape is too familiar no matter how you look at it.

There's still a chance to meet again from now on, right?—though not acquaintances yet.

Thinking so silently, Zhao Yalong recalled the transaction deed he signed by himself, and couldn't help but pout his teeth a little painfully.

"Although it's not an acquaintance, it's a fate to meet Daozuo in the mountains at night. ”

Wei Ye, who was holding the green birch of the tree next to the road with one hand, and looked like a down-and-out Confucian who was tired and lacking in energy, smiled and stretched out his hand to the woman in front of him: "Little lady, don't be afraid, Xiaosheng, I also went into the mountains to sweep the tomb and got lost, fortunately, I met the woodcutter who returned home to guide the way, and I knew that it was the closest to go back to Luoyang City to take this trail." There are a lot of tigers, wolves, cats and dogs in this mountain, and it is too inappropriate for the little lady to walk alone in the aisle, so it is better to walk with Xiaosheng, and there is a mutual care on the road. ”

After a sword shot through the vital point of the demon wolf, the Wei Shuban, who was actually a half-barrel water priest, left the small peak where he was hiding, and put the ink cartridge of the calligraphy charm casting beside him, the peach wood slingshot with the sword to shoot the demon wolf, and the town tomb stele that Sima Ling picked up halfway through the general baggage skin, and walked towards the deep mountain in three steps, I don't know if he was a thief or a road idiot who was born to distinguish between the West and the East. As for sweeping the tomb, since the rumors of monsters and cannibalism on the Beibi Mountain, the good men in Luoyang City have suddenly become women, and rarely mention the fundamental truth of "The Book of Filial Piety" that "the tomb of the ancestors is tied to the filial piety of the son of man". Except for the head of the high-ranking family who forced the leader of the outlaws such as Zhao Yalong to go up the mountain to eliminate the demons, I really don't see any pure masters who can reproduce the glorious deeds in Liu Xiang's "The Biography of the Filial Son".

The little lady he accosted looked like she was in her early twenties, with a fallen ponytail on her head, and a light yellow skirt, which was completely dressed as a common young woman in Luoyang City. It's just that this little lady, who looks soft and timid, sits alone in the grass on the side of the mountain road, and her clothes are too clean, not only can you not see dust on your clothes, but there is not even a single trace of broken grass.

In comparison, Wei Ye's dress is inevitably too unsophisticated, on the cuffs and on the hem of the green shirt, there are either ashes or dry grass crumbs, and a pair of soapcloth boots are slightly open, if there is more plaster on his face, he is like an unlucky ghost who has fled from the disaster.

took a closer look at the not very serious man in front of him, the green shirt and Confucian scarf, although he looked a little frivolous, a bit like a Luoyang prodigal scholar, but he was not a bad kind of real traitor. The little lady lowered her head slightly and thought about it, but she still bowed and bowed:

The little woman was deeply grateful for her husband's kindness, but the little woman had always suffered from night blindness, and could not see the road clearly at night. The so-called 'sister-in-law's helping hand', if Mr. is willing to support him a lot, the concubine will be grateful. ”

This allusion in "Mencius" is not suitable here, but at this moment, the scholars are raising their daughters, giving them the scriptures of poetry and the history of working women, and they are already a great family of poetry heirlooms. The little lady in front of her can have such knowledge, which is a rare outlier. Wei Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes slid from the woman's white and smooth face like a new spinning cocoon covered behind the sideburns all the way to the curvaceous jaw, and he raised his hand to rub the tip of his nose, and then handed his left hand forward:

"Then forgive me for transgression. ”

I don't know if this little scribe who is a little downcast is like many young people who have just arrived in the capital, his face is as tender as a steamed cake just out of the pot, but for the sake of that stupid man's self-esteem, he put on a posture of a veteran among the flowers. If Wei Ye hadn't tied a pair of large sleeves with tape to his upper arms for that convenience, then he might now be able to use his wide sleeves to shield himself from prying eyes, like every wanderer who stays at a restaurant, and freely show off the dexterity of his fingers in a small cage of private worlds, exchanging the touch and temperature of his fingertips.

Anyway, it won't be like him now, the four fingers buckled the white wrist, and the thumb pressed slightly against the inch pulse on the wrist. There is no ambiguity in this gesture, it is not like a pulse or a grappler, and the performance is so poor that I can't bear to look at it directly.

Pulling the woman in front of him up a little stiffly, Wei Ye seemed to finally think that he was acting inappropriately, so he changed the topic without saying anything, and read out the opening remarks of those disciples without shame:

"Forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, where does the little lady's family live, how to call it, and are there any relatives in the family?"

For the prodigal son in Luoyang, this history is a necessary step to abduct the Sichun girl and the young woman living in seclusion, so as not to make a human tragedy in the future where the rabbit eats the grass by the nest and the noble slave blocks the door. This one is a gentle and kind manner, quiet and full of truth, of course, there are also one or two unscrupulous, even such a simple question can bring a Luoyang order subordinate officials to inspect the household registration of the official tone, vividly turned a charming pleasure that is not interesting enough for outsiders into a nod head Nadine tax in the autumn harvest season.

The little woman who was dragged by the wrist was also a rare gentle person, and she was dragged by such an uninformed and ignorant man, and she still replied softly and timidly: "The concubine is from the Lang family of Zhongshan County, and she lives in Luoyang, just because ......her father and brother died."

"That's pretty good. "Ha" without sympathy, the green-shirted guest who is accustomed to seeing the dirty tricks of the city in the alleys of Luoyang City sincerely praised, "The little lady's life experience is especially good, very good." If you don't have a mother's family, I'm afraid that you won't be able to play fairy jumping, well, you ask what is fairy jumping? The little lady is a woman from a good family, this kind of incision in the rivers and lakes, I don't know. If Boss Ling Zun still has some meager property, then if he recruits a decent son-in-law who looks good and has some means to come to the door, he will be able to settle down in this life. ”

is obviously just a scribe who is not in the middle of the temple, but when he talks about the topic of pulling media and releasing fibers at this time, he is very much like those old villagers who are familiar with people. It's just that these words are too straightforward and too unsophisticated, Lang Zhiniang's face faintly rose a peach-red light cloud, and replied in a low voice: "The little woman has been in the boudoir for a long time, and she doesn't know the sinister situation in the world, so please ask Mr. to worry about this matter for me." ”

"It's hard to talk about that. Wei Shuban snorted and laughed, counting with one hand on his chest, "This son-in-law must be a bachelor, no high hall, no brothers, no relatives, and only then can he be this son-in-law." You have to be an honest and honest person, so that you can live at home in peace. Although there are a few bachelors in this Luoyang City, they are nothing more than broken and splashy loafers on the street, and there are really few who can match the little lady......"

He flicked his sleeves, brushed aside a branch in front of him, frowned, and said, "If you are raised by those princes and grandsons as an outer room, you will inevitably have a regret of being stained by green flies." ”

Turning his head sideways, he saw that the wild trees beside the road were becoming more and more dense, and only a few spots of light fell between the branches that covered most of the moonlight like an umbrella. There is no one in the empty mountain, and no matter how loud the sound and light are, no matter how loud the noise is, no one will hear it, see it, and feel it.

It's really a prime location for murder and adultery.

Like a seasoned person in the green forest, Wei Ye seemed to remember something and asked: "Since the first emperor set the capital of Luoyang, the style of writing has been the most prosperous, after the history of the class girl, the big families all show off with their daughters' knowledge of books, if the little lady can memorize a few articles, it will be more or less beneficial." ”

"When my father was there, I taught my concubine to learn "Poetry". ”

Although it was still a soft and timid tone, even the deaf could hear the impatience in the tone of the little lady Lang for a certain annoying noisy green-shirted scribe. The one who was just holding her hand seemed to be unable to read the slightly strange signal in the air at all, and said with great interest: "I don't know which family of the "Book of Songs" taught by Master Lingzun? Among the six classics, "Spring and Autumn", "Book of Songs", "Book of Rites", "Book of Songs", "Book of Filial Piety", and "Book of Changes", although the emphasis is different, they are all based on clarifying righteousness. The book of diagrams, the starting point is "Bai Zetu". In the past, there were clouds that "the Yellow Emperor made Bai Ze tell the true form of ghosts and spirits, where there are 1,520 kinds, so that the feelings of demons and ghosts are known, so that the people who rule the weft must first read "Bai Zetu", so that the gentleman can observe the seclusion. ”

He dropped his bookbag and recited aloud as if he was interested: "There are only 200 pieces of Bai Zetu that have been passed down today, and although there are many of them, there are also places where they can be used. For example, this one says: A woman sat on the side of the road and told her husband, saying, 'I have no brothers or parents. 'A husband takes a wife, and then eats a man. This hundred-year-old wolf has turned into a beautiful woman, and if she calls her name, she will flee—"

He turned his head, slammed closer, and lifted the hand that held the vein on the arm of the weak young woman's wrist towards his eyes, and examined it carefully. The wrist is fair, with the delicate and insufficient sunlight osteoporosis unique to the ladies who don't often work, and it seems that with a little more force, this slender wrist can be broken.

"With such a delicate and weak body, even if it is escorted by ox carts, maidservants, and cangtou, I am afraid that I will have to lose half my life just after leaving Luoyang City. The little lady can still hold on to the north of the mountains, and she walks as fast as a study tour scholar like Xiaosheng who has been used to running for many years, I don't know if the little lady trusts her acting skills too much, or does she think that the eyes that have seen Qingxia Manyu's joint performance are so confusing?"

was mentioned by his sudden force, and the little lady Lang struggled weakly in mid-air like a little white rabbit falling into the hands of the big bad wolf, but there was no place to rely on. It seemed that she was frightened by the green-shirted scribe who suddenly changed her face, and the little lady Lang suddenly had tears in her eyes, and she sobbed: "Who is Qingxia Manyu?

"After detaching from animals, I learned to speak human language for a few days, don't learn to play word games. Still maintaining the posture of holding the veins of the little lady Lang with his five fingers like a hook, Wei Ye smiled coldly, looking at the indescribable insidiousness, "Zhongshan County Lang, hey, Zhongshan Lang, Zhongshan wolf, let's see who should be rampant today?

In front of the last two key words, the trembling little lady Lang looked through her tearful eyes, and saw that the face of the originally hesitant green-shirted scribe quickly turned into a not very good-looking cyan.

Coughing slightly, Wei Ye raised his free right hand a little apologetically and scratched the back of his head, and said, "I'm sorry, I seem to have memorized the impeachment of your real name." ”