"Nothing? What is that?"

Cui Hui was close and could hear clearly, but he just couldn't understand.

The beauty in front of her raised her hand, and a second beauty appeared in a flash of Wen Qi. Cui Hui was stunned for a moment. She didn't know that Wen Xin was capable of incarnation, but it was the first time she had seen it with her own eyes.

I replied with a feeling of envy from the bottom of my heart.

"They are two beauties..."

Just thinking about it makes me feel suffocated with happiness.

Ning Yan said: "It is nothing."

Cui Hui said without hesitation: "Nothing is beautiful!"

Ning Yan: "..."

The cold wind poured into her collar, taking away the little heat. It made Cui Hui shiver with the cold, and her mind suddenly cleared up. The temperature in this season was on the low side, so she lay in the corridor for nearly a quarter of an hour, and her brain was frozen to the point of freezing.

: "Um, what do you call Your Majesty?"

Ning Yan and Wu You exchanged information instantly as they looked at each other.

"My name is Ning Yan, and my courtesy name is Tunan. I was an official in the same dynasty as your father Cui Shanxiao." Ning Yan stretched out her hand to help Cui Hui get up, and did not forget to tell her, "The ground is very cold, so you should get up.

It has not damaged the root cause, but as an ordinary person, you are easily frightened. It is best to drink a bowl of soothing soup before going to bed these days to help you fall asleep. If you feel unwell, please inform us as soon as possible and arrange for medical treatment."

It was windy in the corridor, so Ning Yan sent her back to the house.

It took Cui Hui a while to digest this passage.

She suddenly remembered the scene before she fell into coma.

She said in shock: "Ning Nujun, that Mei Jinghe, she..."

Ning Yan handed her a glass of warm water to warm herself up and said, "I already know about her. She has already left and I couldn't stop her."

"What should we do?" Cui Hui didn't know how much Mei Meng's identity was hidden, but she knew that being targeted by Qi Yuanliang would definitely have weight. "Does this count as 'letting the tiger return to the mountain and releasing the dragon into the sea'?"

Ning Yan nodded: "Forget it."

"That--"

Before Cui Hui finished speaking, a shadow fell into the room.

The person who came was tall and majestic, and his majestic armor glowed with cold metallic luster. If you get closer, you can smell a faint trace of blood. His physique alone brings a strong visual oppression. This person first glanced at Cui Hui when he entered.

Hui felt relieved when nothing happened.

The shoulders can be visibly relaxed.

"Ning Shizhong, I finally failed to bring the person back."

"As expected, she showed mercy to you." Ning Yan had heard about the old stories between Lu Jue and Mei Meng, and knew that the two had some unclear entanglements. "She is protected by a very powerful martial artist. If

You were not pushed away by her, but bumped into her. Even if the doctor Xinglin arrived, there would be no way to save her. Although she was not found, she was also hit at the gate of life."

"A strong and courageous warrior?"

Ning Yan said: "We are still acquaintances."

"acquaintance?"

"I met Zheng Qiao in the early years. It was Qi Cang."

Mei Meng's bodyguards are not very strong, and they belong to a relatively normal travel configuration of aristocratic families. Their strength exceeds this level, and even aristocratic families with poor backgrounds cannot afford to support them. But Mei Meng is not only a daughter of an aristocratic family, but also a high-ranking official of the Qi State, and the deputy director of the Southwest Branch.

.

No matter how much progress Lu Jue has made over the years, meeting Qi Cang is still in vain.

Wuyou is just a relatively special incarnation of literary spirit.

"Wouldn't it be dangerous for Ning Shizhong to go there rashly?"

"Wu You is the incarnation of my literary spirit, so it doesn't matter. Some information also needs Wu You to collect in person. Compared with the gains, it is more cost-effective to take some risks. If it is not the case that there is nothing left, it can save worry." Ning Yan recalled that Wu You was defeated. Hearing what he heard before, his brain ached a little. That thing was probably more disturbing than Mei Meng running away, "Oh, he really... caused a lot of trouble."

Lu Jue: "She?"

Ning Yan did not respond.

Just because the words Wu You heard were——

[Excuse me, please tell Qi Yuanliang——]

【His scribe's method is very useful.】

This means that Mei Meng’s way of being a scribe has certain similarities with Luan Xin’s way of making mistakes, and he can unknowingly use a third party’s way of being a scribe to his own advantage. Ning Yan is certain that Mei Meng must be using the way of a scribe who prays for good. What did Dao do? Otherwise, he would not have left such an ambiguous provocation to stir up dissension. It was also a provocation and demonstration against Qi Shan, or the Northwest Branch.

It was about Qi Yuanliang, and Ning Yan wanted to ask Shen Tang for instructions.

It cannot be disclosed to third parties before then.

In addition to this information, Ning Yan also found something "unexpected" through Wuyou: "Birds of a feather flock together, and people flock together."

Lu Jue was immersed in a rare frustration and didn't understand why Ning Shizhong suddenly expressed such emotion. Cui Hui, who was next to him, nodded hurriedly in agreement with the beauty: "This is the truth."

Everything about being beautiful is right.

Lu Jue: "..."

On a remote mountain road, the road is rugged and the wheels turn very fast.

There is not much bumpy feeling inside the car.

The bearded man opened the car curtain and sat in without the owner's permission. He leaned back carelessly and completely ignored the original owner of the car. After sitting for a while, he felt weak all over. He sat up straight and complained: "You aristocratic people It’s boring to be a scholar by birth, so why ride in a carriage? It’s not boring to ride a horse and go fast. I don’t change my posture for a few hours, and my buttocks are numb.”

Even a strong ass can't stand such abuse.

Not only was my buttocks numb, my legs were also numb.

He doesn't like to pay attention to these vain pomps. He is running for his life at the moment, how can he still be leisurely?

Mei Meng rested her chin on one hand and did not look at him.

The strong man chuckled: "You still miss your old lover?"

He and Mei Meng parted ways in the Kingdom of Gao, taking time to visit their old master's grave and revisit their old places - Shen Youli had a very broad mind, and he was mentally prepared for his old master's grave to be dumped and his bones to be hung on a tree. , but I didn’t expect that the abandoned and dilapidated academy had been carefully repaired, and the old master’s tomb inside it had also been polished. The tomb was clean and guarded by mute servants.

The strong man and the mute servant guessed and made gestures together.

I learned from the dumb servant that the nearby hilltop had been bought by someone.

The owner of the mountain took pity on the mute servant and let him live here. He only had to clean the academy regularly every month. He didn't give instructions for the lonely grave. Occasionally, the mute servant would help pull weeds when he had nothing to do.

[Really? I don’t believe it. Is it true that no one comes here from time to time to dig graves and whip corpses? Take apart bones and make soup?] The strong man expressed doubts about this and almost annoyed the mute servant and was pushed out. He was bored and stopped talking.

, went down the mountain and bought a lot of funeral items.

[No one has offered you money for so many years, so you must be living in poverty down there. It sounds pitiful. Come on, it’s a rare occasion for me to come. Out of our friendship with each other in the past, I’ll give you more this time.

Burn some, I don’t know when the next time will be... With the current world, maybe I will go down next time we meet. Buy yourself more delicious food, bribe the ghost, maybe the bribe will work, you every day

It will save you a lot of trouble if you are exposed to a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​​​fire...but you don’t have to spend too much.】

[Think about it, if I die too, we will both be lonely ghosts with no descendants to worship us. We will have no descendants to sacrifice and burn sacrifices. We will use less money in our hands. Use it sparingly, say.

Maybe I can survive until the day when I can redeem my murderous karma and be reincarnated. It’s scary to think about it, but it’s better not to die. I want to be majestic in the world, and if I want to be windy, I will be as poor as you as a ghost...]

While burning, I lamented the rapid changes in the country of Kang.

【Hey, there are still boys and girls.】

[I’ll burn these to serve you too.]

Zheng Qiao seems to have never suffered from poverty in his life.

[Is there any beautiful girl here? I will burn a few pairs for you. You won’t be able to taste them while you are alive, but you will also enjoy them after you die.]

Looking at the ashes devoured by the flames and curled up, the strong man thought of Zheng Qiao's face, and then thought of the enigmatic red cheeks of these rough paper figures. If Zheng Qiao could really receive it, I don't know who would be happy.

The strong man grabbed another handful of paper figurines with the words "Literary Scholar" and "Courageous Warrior" written on them. A large pile of paper figurines had red horizontal lines drawn on their waists, and the monogram tiger talismans were decorated with the words "Second Grade Upper Middle".

" and "Twenty-level Chehou": [These masters will all be burned for you. If you feel bored, just lead these sinister soldiers to destroy the underworld and blow up ghosts for fun. How fun would that be? ]

The mute servant watched the strong man burn the paper for half an hour in the lonely grave.

He mistakenly thought that the relative of a strong man lay in a lonely grave.

Turn around and go to the kitchen to get some dry food.

Where is the strong man in front of the lonely grave?

If it weren't for the presence of a few pieces of gold on the table, the mute servant would have thought that he was hallucinating, and hurriedly thanked him in all directions, thinking that next time he went down the mountain to buy some sacrifices, he would be able to thank this kind man.

The strong man said nothing about his itinerary during this period.

But he knew Mei Meng’s whereabouts very well.

Mei Meng said softly: "No."

The strong man had an expression that said, "You don't have to hide it."

He had only contacted Mei Meng in the past few days. Kang Guo still didn't know the news about his infiltration. As long as Mei Meng was ruthless, whether she wanted to take Lu Jue back whole or piece by piece, she could theoretically do it.
To be continued...