Chapter Seventy-Five: How Many Sons Are Out of Their Sheaths
The rain is not big, but it is dense, splashing down like ink, Fu Jingnian held Zhu Lingwan like a thunderbolt across the air in Hongye Town, Donkey Kong Xiu slowly flowed out of the body, forming a circle to wrap the two of them, and the rain gently hit this circle, like the early sun melting snow quickly melted, turning into gas.
The leaves of the sycamore trees beside the official road rustled, and there were often women who set up stalls to sell tea at this time, and Fu Jingnian landed silently, jumping out of more than ten zhang on the muddy yellow mud.
"You put me down. Zhu Lingwan fell into his arms, her long black hair hanging down in the air, and she slammed her fist on Fu Jingnian's chest.
Fu Jingnian glanced at her with low eyebrows, and then muttered, "Stinky." β
Zhu Lingwan struggled and twisted her body, but after a while, a sweat stain appeared on her forehead, and she couldn't help but find that her powerless struggle had no other effect than to make the white-haired man in white hug her tighter.
She took a deep breath, her tone was weak, but her tone was unusually calm and firm: "Son, please respect yourself, you take advantage of the momentary weakness to pick a woman so lightly, but it is really not a gentleman's doing." β
Fu Jingnian ignored this, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, and the cultivation under his feet accelerated again.
Zhu Lingwan is not a noisy person, and she is extremely easy to get tired after suffering from the wind and cold, and after some persuasion is useless, she quieted down, and gently leaned on Fu Jingnian's chest, a pair of autumn leaves and long eyes slowly closed, and soon after, she breathed evenly, and her chest gradually calmed down.
Fu Jingnian glanced at the sleeping Zhu Lingwan, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, he dreamed of something bad, his eyelashes trembled unconsciously, as if he was about to open his eyes at any time, Fu Jingnian gently reached out and lifted Zhu Lingwan's black hair hanging in the air, chuckled and muttered: "It's good that this girl doesn't mumbble." β
In the distance, the people gradually flourished, and some people began to make stoves for dinner, and the cooking smoke drifted into the air through the chimney on the roof, softly, faintly.
The corners of Fu Jingnian's mouth rose slightly, and he hugged the sleeping beauty in his arms, and swept dozens of feet away in one step
"You go and grab some Qianghuo, nepeta, angelica, bellflower, Zhejiang fritillary, perilla leaves, tangerine peel, bitter almonds, Qianghuo take half a tael, and the rest take half a penny, take two packs for each day, and three will be effective. Lang Zhong, who was about sixty years old, was sitting in a precarious position, solemn. "The name of the old man Saihuatuo in Hongye Town is not false, little brother, you go to a radius of 100 miles to inquire, is there any disease that I Saihuatuo can't cure. You, rest assured, the old man has lived for most of his life, and he will still cheat your little friend's money. Your fifteen taels of silver are definitely worth it. β
Fu Jingnianwu smiled, took out a golden ingot of gold from his corset, and said with a smile: "Okay, if I spend money to buy peace, you don't have to look for more silver taels, even if I give you this thank you fee." β
The old man who was sitting with a solemn face suddenly smiled, took the ingot of gold with his hands and feet and quickly slid it into the cuffs, and then raised the old face with wrinkles and squeezed together on his face, and said with a smile: "Childe really understands things." β
Fu Jingnian couldn't help but smile, took the Chinese medicine handed by the pharmacy guy, and arched his hand: "Then I will leave." β
The old man smiled with a spring breeze, and secretly thought that he had done another good business, and immediately bent down and said, "Son, have a good journey." β
Fu Jingnian nodded, "I trust you with auspicious words." Then Zhu Lingwan picked up Zhu Lingwan, bought a butter umbrella in the shop next door, gently held up the umbrella, the umbrella still had a little woody smell on the umbrella, and strolled on the royal road of Hongye Town, the style was excellent.
Zhu Lingwan's chin rested on Fu Jingnian's shoulder, and her eyes slowly opened.
"You're awake. Fu Jingnian said with a smile on his face.
"Hmm. Zhu Lingwan's eyes were complicated, and she answered softly and then fell silent.
Out of Red Leaf Town, Fu Jingnian stood in place and put away the umbrella, and only after the circle formed by King Kong Xiu reappeared and wrapped the two of them in circulation, he began to move very slowly.
The first step is less than half of the ordinary person's step.
The second step is a little faster, no different from ordinary people.
The third step is already the two-step distance between the feet of ordinary people.
And so on.
A thunderbolt from heaven and earth flew through mid-space.
"Bang. "It's rainy, not far from the east of the official road of Hongye Town, a bunch of heavenly thunder bombarded down, like a vision of heaven and earth, the place where the thunder thundered was just a few zhang away stood three groups of people, a group of people wearing Taoist robes, carrying long swords, and two long sideburns at the sideburns, all of them were dressed as heroic and righteous guardians, and the other group was slightly unevenly dressed, with a fierce or hideous complexion, and a blood butcher with fangs and sharp teeth on his wrist, but the leader of this group of people with a bad face was a green shirt, with a scarf on his head, and a beautiful jade hanging from his waist, and his face was understated, like a knowledgeable Confucian scholarγ
The last group of people is completely like birds and beasts compared to the two, all of them are high-roller rangers who have gathered in the east and north, carrying nine-ring broadswords or red tasseled spears, and so on.
One of them, an eight-foot-tall, bearded man said: "Grandma's, what do these grandsons of the Devil's Way and the disgusting people of the righteous path want to do, just don't let us grab this treasure, don't even let us go, such an act, mother, when you are the son of today?"
The face of the man next to the bearded man was sad, like ashes. Said carefully: "Brother. You can't say this, I see, we are afraid that we will be killed and killed this time. β
The bearded man was glared at the bronze bell when he heard this, and stuck the knife on the ground, saying, "They dare!
The man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "For us loose cultivators in the rivers and lakes, where will they tell us about the king's law? Kill us with a sword, anyway, we have no status or background, and there will be people who will avenge our grievances? β
The bearded man snorted angrily, stopped talking, and the person who spoke looked gloomy, sat on the ground with his ass, and continued: "I heard that this is the tomb of Xiang Qianren, the spear demon of the last dynasty, there are three layers in it, and the organs are dense, all of them are dangerous situations, and one wrong step is the way of life and death. β
The bearded man also sighed, took out the ring knife, and sat side by side with the man, "Alas, these things have nothing to do with us no matter how you say them, we are fortunate to be able to breathe a life in this river and lake, and now there are not many people here, and in a few hours countless masters of the rivers and lakes will definitely rush to come, and then there will be a big chaos here, the lives of our small shrimp and small fish, hehe...."The bearded man smiled bitterly twice and pointed to the sky, "It depends on what the Lord of God does." β
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There was a golden thunderbolt on the official road of Red Leaf Town, revealing a white-clothed and white-haired figure, this person was carrying a beautiful woman on his back, hanging in the air, he squinted his eyes and stared at the east, and then the soles of his feet rumbled loudly, and flew through the east at a faster speed than before.
Only one sentence remained in place for a long time.
"It's lively. β