Here Sima Chun was surprised that the old man was telling him about the dragon and tiger soldiers, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them seemed to have finished telling the matter. Mengyan sat on the ground in a trance, as if he had been hit by a demonic barrier, muttering something silently.

At that time, the breeze blew, the lantern on the door beam swayed from side to side, and a puff of green smoke drifted from the other side of the corner, and Mengyan sank his mind and leaned on the railing and fell asleep.

Sima Chun was afraid that something would happen, and since Meng Yan had already fallen asleep, it was best to come forward at this time. So, he walked towards the old man with a brisk step.

Unexpectedly, just after he took two steps, Yu Guang glanced at the other side of the corridor, and saw the slave running over in a hurry, as if she had been paying attention to the progress here. Mengyan was flanked by the other party's people, and the slaves were also stirred in, Sima Chun threw a mouse bogey, then collected the long sword, and stood behind an osmanthus tree.

The slave helped Mengyan up, and with a gentle support of his hands, he held Mengyan, who was a head taller than her, in his arms. This did not surprise Sima Chun, he had heard Zhou Yi tell a magical story about Mengyan, one of which was that this girl was as light as a feather, and the two of them sighed at that time, which may be the reason why she is extraordinary.

After about a cup of tea, the slave came out of the room, as if he had settled down and gone to bed, and went out to meet the old man. However, this is not the first time they have teamed up to trick Mengyan, so there is no embarrassment for each other.

"It's dangerous and inconvenient to go down the road in the middle of the night, so Aweng should go down the mountain through the front door. The slave nodded slightly, and casually closed the door and window of Mengyan.

Everyone clasped their fists and saluted, and they all left through the front door according to her arrangement. The slave was stunned for a while, extinguished the candle in the lantern, and went back to his room.

Sima Chun's heart was like a wave rolling, seeing that group of people out of the front yard, but he couldn't do it, so many secrets were in front of him, and he was helpless, it was really troublesome to think about it!

Suddenly, Sima Chun's heart was shocked, and he remembered the horses in the bamboo forest outside the door, if these people came down from there, they would definitely find his traces. Without further ado, Sima Chun walked like a fly, took a detour and climbed over the wall, and arrived at the bamboo forest before these people passed by. But in the dead of night, there will be a lot of noise when riding down the mountain, and this is someone else's territory, and if it is not good, it will be really self-defeating. Sima Chun was sweating in a hurry, seeing that the footsteps of those people were getting closer and closer, in a hurry, he hugged his sword and lay on the ground.

"Elder Zhang, look, there's someone there!" a panicked and slightly frightened tone came from the mouth of a big man.

Sima Chun closed his eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep, and the long sword in his arms was ready to be unsheathed at any time.

"Wait!" The old man surnamed Zhang lowered his voice to stop the people around him. At this time, if it weren't for Sima Chun pretending to be asleep and listening to their every move with bated breath, I was afraid that he would not have noticed that someone was approaching.

What followed was a silence without any sound, and Sima Chun knew it in his heart, and there was no movement. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of turquoise rolling around him, and in the dark, Sima Chun squinted and saw a fly's head fire flickering around him.

Sima Chun had just seen the smoke they used for Mengyan at the end, these people didn't know their identity, so they didn't act rashly, so they wanted to use the same means to charm themselves first, and then use their hands and feet. After Sima Chun took a deep breath, he held his breath. However, the incense in front of him was too long, Sima Chun was in a hurry, and let go of the sword he was holding in his arms, and the whole person lay down from the bamboo pole he was leaning on like mud.

The men rushed up, some put their swords directly on his neck, and another immediately stepped on the incense.

"Light the torch!" the old man said to the person behind him, and then squatted down to carefully examine Sima Chun's face.

"The fire is coming, Zhang Lao, take a look at who this person is. ”

"No matter who he is, if he can go up the mountain at this time, we must not take it lightly!" the old man took the torch and shook it a few times at Sima Chun's face. Sima Chun remained motionless, looking sleepy.

"Yes, it's Zhou Yi!" a person next to him suddenly shouted, but was immediately stopped by the old man.

"What's the panic, he's not Zhou Yi. ”

"Elder Zhang, are you sure? I've seen Zhou Yi's portrait. This man is clearly him!" the man asked half-incredulously.

The old man gently flicked Sima Chun's head, looked at it carefully, and sneered: "Saying that you haven't seen the market, you really can't open your eyes." Zhou Yi has a sworn brother, and that is him. ”

As he spoke, the old man searched Sima Chun's body again to see if there were any other letters.

"He's Sima Chun, so why is he so similar to the person in the portrait?"

"The world is so big, there are no surprises. The brother-in-law whom Zhou Yi got acquainted with is indeed somewhat similar to him, but there is a little difference between the two, which can be distinguished at a glance. The old man spoke, and his hand did not stop.

"What's the difference?"

Sima Chun was born in the Western Regions, running around in the desert and the Gobi Desert all the year round, the wind and the sun were blowing, causing him to have a dark complexion, and Zhou Yi followed his mother to die in the south of the Yangtze River, and he lived a leisurely life in that place with beautiful mountains and rivers, so he was born with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a handsome face. If you look at this person, you can tell at a glance that he is not Zhou Yi......"

The old man's words suddenly stopped, and then he took out a letter from Sima Chun's arms.

"Is it faith?"

The old man leaned towards the torch and looked at it carefully, and the envelope read: Dream Yan personally opened, four words.

"Open it up and take a look. ”

"Nonsense!" the old man snorted and rebuked: "This is a letter to the girl, how can you just say that you can read it!"

"Then, this man came in the middle of the night, and we don't know his intentions, in case he has bad intentions for the girl, how can we explain to the master when we go back!"

The old man disagreed, and sneered: "Don't think about it, since Sima Chun came with a letter, then he obviously left for Zhou Yi this time, and this letter must have been written by Zhou Yi for a girl." If I'm not mistaken, it was already dark when he arrived here, and because of the relationship between the girl and Zhou Yi, it was inconvenient for him to visit at night, so he stayed outside. If we open this letter, or do something to Sima Chun, and the girl and Zhou Yi mention this matter in the future, won't our matter be exposed?"

The people on the left and right nodded again and again, "Then according to your meaning, let's treat him as if we didn't see it and let him go?"

"But then again, it's too close after all......," the old man looked back at the compound, "if he noticed what he was doing, it would be troublesome!"

As soon as the words fell, someone was holding a sword to kill Sima Chun, "That's all the way I said, what are you leaving him for, it's better to kill him, so as to prevent future troubles!"

The old man waved his hand and snorted: "No, if we kill him, our existence will be known to the girl immediately, and then the master's hard work for so many years will be in vain." ”

Someone next to him lamented: "It's not to kill, it's not to stay, you can make an idea what to do!"

After pondering, the old man said to one of the people beside him: "You hurry back to find the slave, tell her what happened here, and let her pay special attention to every word Sima Chun said tomorrow, and probe his tone to see if he knows our secret." ”

The man took the command. The remainder asked, "What about this letter?"

"What else can I do, put him back. ”

"Put it back?"

The old man glared and said, "This letter is for the girl, what is written in it, you can let the slave inquire, we don't have to make any extraneous branches." ”

"Yes!"

After a while, the person who had been sent just now ran back and said heavily, "The slave said that he specially instructed us not to hurt this son." ”

The old man said, "That's nature. Then he looked at the man beside him, "Pick up the incense on the ground, and don't leave any traces." He is a martial artist, and these incense incense can't be controlled for him for long, so let's go first. ”

After about a cup of tea, the footsteps of those people descending the mountain gradually faded away. Sima Chun got up slowly, except for some ashes from the burning torch on the ground, there was no trace left, but the horses around him were a little panicked. Sima Chun's mind was a little confused, and he sat in the bamboo forest all night.

During the fifth watch, the pheasants crowed one after another, and Sima Chun was even more sleepy, so he swayed to the door alone.

After a while, I heard footsteps coming from inside the compound, and my steps were hurrying, getting closer and closer, apparently towards the gate.

Sima Chun hurriedly returned to the bamboo forest, still lying in place and pretending to sleep. In an instant, I saw a figure walking over with a bamboo basket on his back.

The slave was about to go down the mountain along the main road, and when he walked to the side of the bamboo forest, the hoe in the back basket suddenly fell, and at the moment when he bent down to pick it up, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Sima Gongzi!"

Sima Chun still pretended to be asleep. Seeing that he was asleep and not waking up, the slave breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted a few more times after approaching, only to see that he had a slight reaction.

The slave hurriedly took out a crockpot from the back basket and fed him two spoonfuls with a bowl of hot soup with a small spoon.

The arrow shot naturally could not be recovered, Sima Chun had to continue to act, and the soup obviously contained a medicinal taste, and the purpose of calling the slave was already very clear.

After calming down for a moment, Sima Chun opened his eyes with a sleepy face, and after seeing the slave, he immediately woke up a little and hurriedly asked, "Slave, why are you here?"

Zhao Nu smiled slightly: "I was just about to ask you, the sky has just dawned, why are you here?"

Sima Chun rubbed his eyes, held on to the bamboo pole and tried to stand up, but he missed again, almost fell, shook his head, and said with a confused face: "My head...... Why does it hurt so much!"

Summoning the slave to help him, he said with a reluctant smile on his face: "This Taiji Mountain is a place where yin and yang are unbalanced, the yin qi is heavy at night, and the humidity is high at the end of spring, you lie directly on the ground to sleep, and it is strange if you don't have a headache!"

Sima Chun nodded, tidied up his clothes, and hurriedly touched his arms again, making sure that the letter was still there, and his face gradually relaxed.

"You haven't answered me yet, when did you come, why didn't you call the door?"

"Oh, I arrived last night to see Miss Mengyan. ”

The slave's face changed suddenly, and he asked, "You're coming to see our girl?" and suddenly laughed again, "You're here for someone else." ”

Sima Chun smiled: "I am a gentleman's friend with your girl, come and see her, is there anything wrong?"

The slave pursed his lips and smiled: "Not necessarily, if you are frank and unrestrained, why should you stick to the vulgar etiquette? If it was Zhou Gongzi, he would have called the door last night." As he spoke, he looked him up and down, and then asked: "It's almost a month's journey from Baihe Mountain to here, and you have worked hard enough all the way, didn't you think about calling the door and lying here all night?"

Sima Chun knew the purpose of her words, and Bacheng was using his words, so he sighed: "Hey, it seems that I can't hide it from you, it was Zhou Yi who entrusted me to come." I went to the mountains yesterday before dark, and I got lost, so it was already dark when I got here...... As you said, I'm a dull person, and I'm going to spend the night here. I didn't expect the humidity of Taiji Mountain to be so big, thanks to your hot soup, otherwise ......" Speaking of this, he changed his voice and asked: "By the way, where are you going this morning? Why do you still bring hot soup?"

The slave was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly lied: "The girl likes the soup made of morel mushrooms in the mountains, and this is a good time for morel mushroom picking." It is also because the humidity in the mountains is too heavy, and I have a problem with spleen cold, so I boiled some hot soup in the early days, and after I thought of sweating in the mountains, I used it to ** cold. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, each other's hearts were like mirrors, Sima Chun didn't ask again, so he led the way from the head of the slave and entered the courtyard directly.

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