Xiao Gu Yijue

After the wound was healed, I told Song Yijue not to make any big moves in the near future. Remembering that he couldn't understand, I changed a few simple words: "Stop, rest."

Song Yijue was thoughtful, and handed me a few strange-looking rocks. I shook my head. He insisted that he didn't want to owe favors.

The next morning, Song Yijue brought Qin Sheng to see me and asked if I could protect the convoy for a few days.

But with little effort, I naturally agreed.

I sat on the roof of the car, Qin Sheng, Qin Tao, and Song Yijue stood together to discuss. The team has been moving forward at a leisurely pace, with purpose and direction, thanks to the constant adjustments of the three of them.

Take a break at noon.

I crushed the coarse cakes and distributed them to several children. The children were afraid at first, but when they saw me smiling, they came over and huddled together to chew happily.

Song Yijue's caravan is not short on food, but the food and grass are strictly dispatched, and it is always rare to get enough to eat. These children are only eight or nine years old, and they can't stand hunger.

Thinking of this, people's hearts are even more terrifying when compared to the raging corpses.

Walking along the road, there are many villains who, taking advantage of the chaos and the order of the world, are rampant and unscrupulous, burning, killing and looting. I don't want to commit more crimes, but blindly being gentle, I fear it will lead to catastrophe.

My life has twists and turns, and killing has its own definite number. I should cultivate my moral character and avoid troubles. However, in this world, the laws of heaven and earth cannot be calculated, so I don’t know if I can find one or two.

Their mother was embarrassed and said something repeatedly. I shook my head, and she bent down again, leading the children to dig wild vegetables in the resting place.

Those who can still move in the convoy have work to do, young and old patrolling around, women and children looking for edible supplies, old and weak washing and sewing, and burying pots for cooking.

There is still smoke and fire in the world, I can't help thinking.

Song Yijue was seriously injured, so he couldn't make any big moves for a while. He looked in the direction of Gu Xun, who was sitting on the roof of the car, holding a sword, and sitting upright.

Qin Sheng naturally also looked over, and was amazed: "Brother Gu is really seriously ill."

Qin Tao was thoughtful: "He really doesn't look like a person of our time."

The way of thinking, speech and actions, including martial arts and swordsmanship, are all incompatible.

"Everyone has their own secret." Song Yijue stopped the topic, his face was a little pale, but his spirit was still good: "Until I recover from my injury, the safety of the team is temporarily entrusted to you two and Gu Xun."

He said this mainly because he was worried about Gu Xun. Gu Xun's style was really benevolent. He didn't kill women, children, old and weak.

In troubled times, heavy codes should be used. If Qin Tao hadn't been vigilant and shot the child to death, there would be many holes in Gu Xun's head.

Speaking of this, Qin Sheng's eyebrows trembled: "Brother Gu is too conspicuous dressed like that, I have to find a way to let him change clothes."

Every time a fight becomes a target, if it is not for good skills, ten lives will be lost.

But no one could make Gu Xun take off the clothes that got in the way. Every time Qin Sheng mentioned this, he would sternly refuse, with an expression of indecent refusal on his face.

Qin Sheng could hear from his refusal that an honest gentleman probably couldn't dress like them.

But where to find ancient costumes! ! !It has to be the Yong Dynasty! ! !It's hard to be human! ! !

At the end of the day, the team found an abandoned post station to rest.

In the middle of the night, Song Yijue still came to knock on the door. I thought he would rather wait for his own healing than bother me to help him adjust his breath, so I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

Song Yijue looked a little anxious, but he still handed me a few stones. I kept silent, took off my clothes, and went to bed.

Song Yijue paused before he began to undress, and sat in front of me, this time he had a little more expression than last night.

I didn't pay attention to his weirdness, I held his hand naturally, the internal force circulated from the body, flowed through his body, and it was a bit cold, and frost began to condense on the bedding.

After healed, he opened his eyes, and I nodded, watching him quickly jump out of bed, pick up the long gown I took off and flash out the door.

I frowned, I held the sword in my hand, but my clothes were disheveled, after all I couldn't go out of the room, if it was my fault for being abrupt, it would be my fault.

He was holding my clothes, and he must have been calm, as if he expected that I would not go out, and I was a little angry.

He took a cloth bag from the side and threw it to me. I caught it and instantly understood that this guy had obviously prepared in advance.

Qin Sheng got up early in the morning, and when he went out, he saw a lone figure on the roof of the car, with long clothes and trousers, blue hair like a waterfall, holding an ancient sword, looking at the sky in rapt attention.

Qin Sheng: "..."

He might be beaten to death in the past, so let's live well, he quietly ran back to the garage.

Then he discovered that since that day, Gu Xun had been sitting on the roof of Song Yijue's car when the convoy set off, almost inseparable, and the purpose was naturally obvious, to get back his clothes and restore his orthodox, gentlemanly style.

After all, everyone watched him change his clothes freshly, and he himself was good-looking. Others would pay more attention, say a few more words, and discuss in private for fun.

But Gu Xun almost broke down, and said a few words in a row, which were obscure and difficult to understand. Qin Sheng didn't hear them clearly, but guessed that they were probably close to ten. Gu Xun might think that he was running naked. Jian, not talking or communicating, even Qin Sheng couldn't bear it.

Only Song Yijue remained calm and did not allow Qin Sheng to return the clothes.

The reason is very official, if Gu Xun is sick, being out of place all the time may aggravate his condition.

If Gu Xun is not sick, really, um, he is not a person of this era, let alone let others see it, for the sake of his safety.

Qin Sheng was worried at first, but later found that Gu Xun's mentality had improved. He still followed Song Yijue, but the two obviously communicated well.

This made Qin Sheng very depressed. Song Yijue borrowed the Encyclopedia of Middle Ancient Chinese Pronunciation, and a financial student picked up Middle Old Chinese, and he spoke it pretty well.

And the communication is not one-way. Gu Xun also started to speak modern language under the guidance of Song Yijue, which was quite effective.