Fox Road Travel Notes

The thing Tian Bugeng grabbed with his palm was rough and hard, and it didn't feel like a living person's wrist at all.

When he looked down, there was a loud "bang" sound, and two flames rushed towards him, as fast as lightning.

He didn't even have time to think about it, he shouted loudly and turned his head upside down.

I just felt my chin burning, and my beard all over my face was burning.

My eyes were too hot to open.

As soon as he landed, he was busy trying to catch the sparks on his beard.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Chen Zican flip his wrist, and two more paper tubes appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"Bang bang" twice.

Fortunately, he didn't even think about it. He raised his arms and made a "crane soar to the sky", leaping high into the sky.

A ball of flame filled with powdered medicine hit his lower abdomen and his clothes were caught.

Another ball passed between his legs and almost turned into a roast chicken.

Tian Bugeng was in shock. He tried to open his eyes in mid-air and saw Chen Zican raise his hands, and two paper tubes appeared out of thin air in his hands.

At this time, his old strength has been exhausted and new strength has not yet emerged.

"Stop-" As soon as he shouted the word, he had no time to retract his outstretched arms.

Then he heard two more loud noises, his face felt like he was hit by a red-hot iron ball, and his hair was on fire.

It was a good thing that he closed his eyes tightly, otherwise this moment would have been enough for him to lie down in the stockade and retire, and he would never be able to come out and play blindly again.

Tian Bugeng shivered all over in mid-air, and couldn't help but blurt out a big sneeze.

The saliva and snot put out the fire on his beard.

His legs and feet became weak, and he fell to the ground with a plop. He couldn't care about anything, and he sneezed violently while desperately trying to fight the fire on his head with both hands.

But he forgot that he was still holding two paper tubes tightly in his hands!

Then I heard the sound of a drum, and they were screaming at the top of their lungs, as if they were singing Qin opera.

At the door, Monk Tong's medicine had almost passed and he no longer felt so uncomfortable. He hurried in when he heard the noise.

Then I saw that Tian Bugeng, who was so proud just now, had a dark face, and he could no longer tell which was his nose and which was his eyes.

There was only one big white tooth that was smacking loudly, and it let out a wail like a slaughtering pig.

His clothes were full of holes and tatters.

He had already taken off one of his straw sandals and threw it out to save the young monk. At this moment, he looked like a beggar, as embarrassed as a beggar.

Monk Tong was confused and couldn't figure out what happened. He quickly ran over and helped Tian Bugeng up.

When he looked up, he saw Chen Zican smiling brightly at him, showing a pair of white and neat teeth. He was harmless to humans and animals, warm and healthy...

Monk Tong was stunned when he saw Chen Zican throw up the two paper tubes in his hand, clap his hands, and two more paper tubes appeared in his palm...

The young monk was so frightened that he shouted, hugged Tian Bugeng and rushed out of the door.

He didn't dare to look back and ran like a rabbit with an arrow in its butt.

Chen Zican let out a long breath, feeling that his legs were weak and his whole body was exhausted.

He reluctantly smiled at Kuan'er: "Let's go, the bad guys have been beaten away by the young master..."

After saying that, just as he was about to lift his feet, he stumbled.

Kuan'er quickly supported him: "Master, how are you?"

"No, it's okay, let's go!"

Kuan'er helped him walk to the door, when he heard a "chirp-" sound in front of him, and a flying monkey flew into the air.

"Oh, it's not a holiday, it's not fake. Who put this?"

Suddenly, I changed my mind: "A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops and horses are coming to meet..."

"This, this is the Green Forest Cloud-piercing Arrow!"

"It's broken! Let's go!"

Chen Zican struggled to speed up his pace.

The two men stumbled into the jujube forest. As soon as they saw the big black horse with its head raised in the distance, eating dried jujubes from the tree, whistles sounded from all directions.

Following the sound of footsteps, more than a dozen big men in black clothes, with crossbows hanging on their waists and long knives in their hands, surrounded them from the front, rear, left and right.

They work in twos and threes, covering each other and working together in a tacit understanding. At first glance, they look like well-trained elites.

From behind the trees, the boy monk's still frightened voice sounded: "Brothers, be careful not to prick your hands, don't get close, and use An Qingzi to greet him."

The dozen or so men in black stopped and raised their crossbows one after another, aiming at Chen Zican and Kou'er with their gleaming arrow clusters.

Chen Zican smiled bitterly, bow and arrow defeated the mage, there is really no way this time!

He pulled the buttons behind his back and slowly raised his hands.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the woods, and a dozen more men in black clothes came over, surrounded by a scholar in green clothes.

He is about thirty years old and wears a Confucian uniform with a wide robe and long sleeves.

On his head, he wears a Qianming square scarf, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, which makes him look handsome.

He looked indescribably cool and unrestrained, not like a figure in the world at all.

Tong Monk and Tian Bugeng were supported by two men in black respectively, and they followed behind timidly.

The scholar in Tsing Yi looked at Chen Zican and Kuan'er, smiled slightly, and waved his hand. The people in black around him stopped.

He took two steps forward, bowed his head to Chen Zican from a distance, and said loudly: "Wang Heming of Changshu has met the young hero!"

With such an appearance and temperament, he looks like a handsome middle-aged man.

Elegant, noble and modest, it makes people forget the vulgarity.

Let alone a woman, even Chen Zican couldn't help but feel sad about it.

He followed suit and said loudly: "Chen Zican, the capital master, has met Mr. Wang."

The scholar in green clothes straightened up and smiled heartily: "Brother Zican, just call me Heming."

"I heard that Brother Zican has obtained the true biography of Zhou Dianxian, and his Taoism is very mysterious."

"My young brother from Dongting Water Village was reckless and offended Brother Zican. I am here to apologize for him. Please don't blame Brother Zican!"

As he said that, he bowed his head to the ground again.

Chen Zican had a headache. This handsome guy made people feel close to him just by looking at him. He was just too polite!

I got a blow from that braised chicken guy on my back, and it still hurts as if it was broken.

You have a big bend on the left and a willow on the right. If I hadn't been beaten to death, I would have been worshiped to death by you.

Unable to force himself to return a half-salute, he frowned and said with a wry smile: "Brother Heming, don't be too polite."

"My back is injured. If you keep doing this, I'll just kneel down and listen to you."

Wang Heming was startled and bowed to apologize again.

Suddenly thinking of Chen Zican's words, he laughed and said: "Alas, the bad habits of being a scholar are hard to change, but I made Brother Zican laugh."

"I wonder how brother Zican's injury is? I have some good medicine from the military here to give you, so don't delay the injury."

He turned around and ordered: "Send a bottle of Dragon Bone Panax notoginseng ointment to Mr. Chen."

Although Chen Zican knew nothing about medicine, the name of the medicine seemed quite impressive and he quickly thanked him.

After this back and forth, the tense atmosphere between the two sides eased a lot.

Wang Heming glanced at them, and as if they had received the order, the men in black hung their crossbows back on their waists.

Wang Heming came over and bowed slightly to Kuan'er again.

Kou'er's little face turned red, and he hurriedly gathered his sleeves to return the gift.

Chen Zican smiled secretly: "The little girl looked dumb when she saw the handsome guy. It was the same hundreds of years ago!"

Wang Heming raised his head and sighed: "China has a five-thousand-year heritage. It is true that the land and people are outstanding, and heroes have emerged in large numbers!"

"Brother Zican is already so talented at such a young age."

"We have three village owners in Dongting Water Village, and Brother Tong takes the third spot."

"Brother Tian is the head of Baishi Mountain in the Taihang Rebel Alliance. He is a well-known hero in the world."

"Today, everything fell into the hands of Brother Zican!"