Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 299 He closed his eyes, he opened them
East Road, Dongyang City, Bingzhou, wine shop in the south of the city.

Within a radius of tens of miles, most of Wang's and Qin's eyeliners were trapped in the city because of a group of scholars, unable to move.

There are thousands of soldiers and horses around, armed with fine gold crossbows, even a great master, it is impossible to resist.

How can mortals of flesh and blood resist the arrow feathers that shoot all over the sky?
A grand master can be a thousand armors by himself, but he can't face thousands of armors holding crossbows, not to mention that there are also martial arts experts who have stepped into the second rank in the City Lord's Mansion.

Similar things keep happening in Bingzhou.

In just one day, there were thousands of scholars named Zhao Wujiang in Bingzhou.

They flocked to the streets, rushed into teahouses and wine shops, recited poems and wrote poems, freely and freely.

Or in groups, or alone, but all have the same language.

"My name is Zhao Wujiang!"

In the streets and alleys of Bingzhou, the posted rewards were all paid off one by one, and they kept shouting with the rewards:

"Zhao Wujiang is here!"

"I found Zhao Wujiang!"

"I provide clues! Come on!"

At first, members of the Wang and Qin clans went forward and kept gathering people, but when they got to the place, they found that the group of scholars were all called Zhao Wujiang, and even the Huangkou children on the side of the road babbled to themselves that their name was Zhao Wujiang, but But it was not the Zhao Wujiang they were looking for.

They ran around without stopping, and rushed to various places along the clues.

At the same time, more and more voices providing clues sounded.

"This time it's really Zhao Wujiang, I swear to God!"

"Come on, this Zhao Wujiang is so powerful, he almost broke the boulder with one palm!"

"There is a girl next to him, surnamed Wang!"

"My God, why is this man exactly like Zhao Wujiang's portrait?"

"Shocked, this man named Zhao Wujiang actually..."

"Look carefully, this man's name is Zhao Wujiang!"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Huh? What is your big black dog talking about?"

"Oh, it said it saw Zhao Wujiang just now."

"Don't scare me, dogs can talk?"

"A dog can still post a list, why can't it talk?"

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Voices of true and false reverberate throughout Bingzhou, and the anger of Qin and Wang, who have been searching for nothing, is getting more and more angry. Every time they go to a place where false clues are provided, they will be deceived and ridiculed, as if the whole Nuoda's Bingzhou is full of people who are against them.

"Waste, waste, everything is waste! A seriously injured child has not been found for almost seven days!"

The land of the Wang clan, Wang Cheng Xiaoyuan.

Listening to the clan elder's report, Wang Cheng angrily dropped the cup in his hand:
How could there be so many people helping him?How can he, Zhao Wujiang, have any virtue?ah? "

The elders faltered:
"Old Ancestor, we have thoroughly investigated Zhao Wujiang, in fact, we have crossed paths with him before.
When he appeared in the eyes of the world, it was the sixth year of Yonghui. He wrote a poem in the palace."

The clan elders considered their words:
"He is very talented in poetry, the poetry is magnificent and uninhibited, and it is fascinating to read.
Then he became famous, and many scholars admired him quite a lot.

Especially those four words of great Confucianism made him the number one scholar in the world.
Most of the people who blocked us this time were scholars with little martial arts cultivation.
But by chance, this group of scholars met many capable people and made a lot of friends. This time they came to Bingzhou to cover Zhao Wujiang out of trouble. It is not so much an enemy of Zhao Wujiang.
Rather, we are making enemies of scholars all over the world
This is near Hedong Road. If all the scholars from the Ten Dao of Tang Dynasty come here."

After listening to Wang Cheng, he coughed violently. Although Chaos had helped him yesterday, his injuries hadn't healed yet.

"Tell them not to look again."

He spoke in a deep voice, and decided to ask Chaos to find Zhao Wujiang tonight.

He didn't think that Zhao Wujiang would be able to recover in just a few days, but it would change later, he didn't want to have any accidents, and he didn't want to gamble with the Wang family, let alone the Wang family who is now more and more vulnerable to this catastrophe.

night.

The moon and stars are rare.

The three vast auras of the Wang clan scattered in all directions, Wang Cheng and Qin Wei Chaos, the three powerhouses who had ascended to the god rank, went out to look for Zhao Wujiang in person.

Feeling the familiar atmosphere, Chaos walked towards Mu Shan.

At the same time, a man with a huge sword on his back has been on his way for several days, stepping into the East Road from the distant Lingnan Road. In front of him is a low-flying white pigeon, which is looking for its owner, Wang Xi.

People from Chang'an, Li Xuanji, Wu Santong and others also walked towards Mu Shan. In Li Xuanji's pupils, an illusory fiery red vermillion bird loomed, guiding his direction.

Mu Shan.

Deep in the dense forest, Wang Xijue's beautiful face was pale and haggard, which made people feel pity.

She knelt beside Zhao Wujiang, with tenderness in her beautiful eyes, she stared blankly at Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang's complexion was ruddy, and he was no longer pale than the previous few days. Although his eyes were closed, he could feel the shocking mighty power dormant in his body.

"Zhao Wujiang."

Wang Xi called out softly, feeling sore in her heart, she had been blaming herself for the past few days, and the picture of Zhao Wujiang dying in front of her appeared repeatedly in her mind, and the sadness followed like a shadow, spreading from the past to today.

But soon, she raised her head suddenly.

In the dense forest, the leaves made a rustling sound, and the forest wind howled, passing through the vegetation and hitting her.

"Someone is coming"

Wang Xi muttered to himself, then stood up staggeringly, glanced at Zhao Wujiang, smiled softly, tied up her black hair with a hair band, turned and stepped out of the hiding place.

"Zhao Wujiang"

A soft call sounded in Zhao Wujiang's mind, he looked around blankly, he was in the school.

When he turned his head, an old man in an old Confucian shirt was standing in front of him with a straight face.

"Zhao Wujiang, you don't listen to the class well, do you?"

The children and teenagers of different ages looked over curiously, their eyes were burning, and they kept laughing.

"Zhao Wujiang will be slapped on the palm by Mr. again."

"Sir, you've got your ruler out."

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Zhao Wujiang stared blankly at the old man in front of him, his mind was full of confusion.

"Zhao Wujiang!"

The third "Zhao Wujiang" sounded, not in his mind, nor the teacher in front of him, but an old farmer in coarse linen who broke in from outside the school.

The old farmer looked anxious, panting heavily:

"Zhao Wujiang, it's too late! Your sister, sister, she."

Zhao Wujiang suddenly came back to his senses, his heart beat a beat slower, and hurriedly ran out of the school.

The teacher was also taken aback, with pity in his eyes, and ran out after him.

The children and teenagers were full of doubts and rushed out of the school noisily.

Zhao Wujiang followed behind the old farmer, his thin body swaying between the sky and the earth.

"It's too late, it's too late"

He saw, outside the courtyard wall, a sister with a medicine basket on her back lying on the yellow mud floor, surrounded by scattered medicinal materials.

He opened his mouth, his lips trembled, and there was a light ah, but he couldn't make any more noise. His legs felt as if they had taken root and were stuck in the soil, and he couldn't move forward half a step.

It kept echoing in my mind, "It's too late, it's too late, it's too late."

He just felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped and torn apart.

The next moment, the world turned upside down in a trance, and the confusion in his eyes became even worse. The last glimmer of clarity made him realize that it was his body that was falling.

His eyes closed slowly, seeing the teacher sighing in pity, and then running towards him, trying to catch his fallen body.

He was out of sight.

He closed his eyes.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the surrounding trees were shaking and rustling like ghostly shadows in the night.

The familiar Wen Xiang is still hovering beside him, but Wen Xiang's owner has disappeared.

The sand, gravel and fallen leaves were trembling, and in an instant, they were all suspended in mid-air, the sky and the earth seemed to be still, and Zhao Wujiang's body also floated up.

His yin and yang eyes were slightly opened, as if looking through the years, looking in the direction where Wang Xi left.

In the next moment, a beam of light from the left pupil streaked across the night sky.

(End of this chapter)