Between seas

Shen Boru found a straw mat and wrapped it up with his uncle.He bent down to carry Fu Tao's husband, but Jiang Yizhou took the first step and carried him up.

The alleys were filled with darkness, like a small closed world.Shen Boru flipped his right hand, a cluster of small flames ignited at the tip of his index finger, and the warm yellow light shone on Jiang Yizhou's face.

Under the hazy light, Shen Bo smiled brightly as if seeing Jiang Yizhou, just like the morning light reflecting the morning dew.He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What makes you so happy?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yizhou smiled and said, "I'm happy to be with you. We haven't seen each other for many years. If God is willing to give me a face and kiss me, I'll be even happier."

As he said that, Jiang Yizhou leaned over shamelessly.The smile on his face was shallow, like the moonlight reflected in the bottom of the water, two parts fierce and eight parts gentle.

Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Sanbao subconsciously wanted to cover his eyes for some reason.Not only do I want to cover my eyes, but I also feel that I am in the way.

So she consciously walked into the shadows and covered her eyes.

At night, the breeze blows over the big red lanterns under the eaves, making a soft "squeak" sound, as fine as the low chirping of a midsummer night, which is very pleasant.

Jiang Yizhou was very close to Shen Boru, and Shen Boru could only feel the light and shallow fragrance of white lotus wrapped around his body like thousands of soft silks wrapped around his fingers, going straight to the bottom of his heart.

Shen Boru's cheeks were slightly hot, and his heart beat a little faster. He felt that Jiang Yizhou was like a seductive spirit coming out of the mountains, leading him step by step into the trap.He wanted to indulge himself for a while, but he couldn't hold back his face. When he was hesitating, Fu Tao's husband on Jiang Yizhou's back woke up with an "ouch".

Shen Boru came back to his senses, pushed Jiang Yizhou away, and calmly said: "Let's go first."

Although Jiang Yizhou followed behind Shen Boru with a smile on his face, he secretly elbowed Fu Tao's husband hard and ruthlessly.

Mr. Fu Tao just woke up not long ago, but he still had a dazed look on his face.He was beaten for no reason, and said weakly: "Master Immortal, it hurts!"

Jiang Yizhou was ruined by Fu Tao's husband, seeing this "culprit" dared to be wronged, his heart was even more angry, he glared at him, and said angrily: "Why does it hurt, take your uncle, come down and go by yourself! "

Fu Tao's husband was glanced at by him, and he hurriedly lowered his head and said "oh", he picked up his uncle and asked, "Where are the wizards?"

Sanbao said: "Those are not master wizards, but man-eating monsters, and we have already defeated them."

Fu Tao's husband obviously couldn't understand why "Master Wizard" turned into a monster, Shen Boru explained patiently, and he barely understood.

Sanbao said: "We won't attract any evil spirits, on the contrary, we can help you restore the village to normal. Now you can trust us and take us to Hebo Temple."

Fu Tao's husband was still shaking his head.

Shen Boru turned his head away, his eyes fell on the uncle, and said in a low voice: "You can't move the uncle alone, why don't we help you send him back."

Fu Tao's husband pondered for a moment, then nodded with joy on his face.

Sanbao lamented in his heart that the god-lord's deceit was so incompetent that any five-year-old child with normal intelligence would not be able to succeed.

Still a fool.

The few of them carried their uncle and walked for about half an hour before arriving at the Hebo Temple that Mr. Fu Taofu mentioned.

The temple is very dilapidated, with green moss all over the front of the stage, white cobwebs hanging on the doors and windows, and dust everywhere.You can tell at a glance that it hasn't been cleaned for a long time.

The stone statue of He Bo is located in the center. It has protruding eyes, bare chest and exposed belly, holding a solid sledgehammer. It is full of strong muscles and is very burly.

Shen Boru couldn't help but support his forehead, it's fine if the Goddess of Zhanghe was rumored to be He Bo, but she was a gentle girl, but she was molded into this strong man, which was a bit wronged.

There were still a few villagers in the temple. They sat under the stone statue with expressionless faces. When they saw Shen Boru and the three of them coming in, they just raised their eyes and said nothing.

Shen Boru noticed a child.He was about seven or eight years old, his face was very pale, and he looked very weak, as if he hadn't had enough food for a long time.

The boy hid alone under the incense table, sitting with his knees hugged.His head was lowered, but a pair of black and white eyes were lifted up, looking at Shen Boru and them vigilantly, his mouth was pursed, as if he wanted to say something.

A villager noticed Shen Boru's gaze, and said sleepily: "He is called a little mute, he can't speak, and he likes to stare at people all day long, it's so creepy."

The villagers turned their gazes to the straw mat that was wrapped around the elder uncle, and he said in a flat tone, with no expression on his face: "Someone died again, Zhang Jipeng, go kill the chicken and get some chicken blood, to get rid of the evil spirit."

Jiang Yizhou originally thought that "exorcising evil spirits" would be a grand occasion, with all kinds of chanting mantras and dancing gods, and wanted to join in the fun.Unexpectedly, he just poured chicken blood on the dead body, was disappointed, and sat under the statue with Shen Boru.

"Zhang Jipeng" was the name of Fu Tao's fiancé, he answered, and pulled out a small wooden box from under the pile of hay.

The small wooden box was locked tightly with a big brass lock.Zhang Jipeng fiddled with it twice awkwardly, and the big lock fell to the ground.

Zhang Jipeng took out a short knife from inside.The blade of the short knife was tightly wrapped in layers of yellowed white cloth like a rice dumpling, only the handle part covered with mud was exposed.

Shen Boru also used a knife himself, he knew that the knife in Zhang Jipeng's hand must be very fast and could easily hurt people, otherwise he wouldn't be wrapped up in such an exaggerated manner without showing the slightest sharpness.

He stood up and followed quietly.

Zhang Jipeng picked up a half-dead chicken from the yard, removed the white cloth wrapped around the knife, and stroked the chicken lightly.Between the stone fire and wind lamp, the knife had already broken through the chest and abdomen of the chicken, leaving a long wound with bones visible.

Shen Boru stood behind Zhang Jipeng, he thought of something, and said calmly: "It's a very good knife, it must be very useful when killing chickens to remove internal organs."

Zhang Jipeng's subordinates paused, he didn't seem to understand Shen Boru's words, and just smiled silly.

Shen Boru also smiled: "Can you lend me your knife?"

Zhang Jipeng wiped the blood from the knife, raised his hand suddenly, pointed the tip of the knife outward at Shen Boru, as if to stab.But he withdrew his strength halfway, and the shining tip of the knife was aimed at Shen Boru's eyes.

Zhang Jipeng showed that funny and silly smile again: "Here, I'll show you."

"Don't do this next time, it's easy to hurt people." Shen Boru's tone was still gentle, he took Zhang Jipeng's knife and began to enjoy it.

The incomparably sharp short knife came to Shen Boru's hand, and it flew up and down with the movements of his fingertips, as if turning into a silver butterfly passing through flowers, lively and gentle.

Zhang Jipeng opened his mouth slightly, stared blankly, raised his hands and was about to applaud, but heard a "bang", the dagger fell to the ground.

Shen Boru's four fingers were cut with a long wound by the blade at the same time.He picked up the dagger, wiped it clean and returned it to Zhang Jipeng, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I haven't practiced for a long time, I'm a bit raw."

Zhang Jipeng still applauded: "Has the immortal master ever sold himself?"

Shen Boru shook his head and smiled, "No."

But he thought, when the teahouse can no longer be opened, he can consider performing arts.Jiang Yizhou juggles guns, he juggles knives, Sanbao collects money, and Ah Fei makes money.

If you are tired of staying in a town, you can go to the next town and start a new life after tidying up a little.

Although wandering around the world, but the old people are all there, where is not home in the world.

Such a day seems to be good.

Shen Boru's smile deepened, he covered the wound on his hand, said goodbye to Zhang Jipeng, and walked into the Hebo Temple.

And the wound on his hand was naturally scratched on purpose.

There are various types of knives, and there are small differences between the same kind of knives, which leads to the fact that each type and each wound will not be exactly the same.

Shen Boru wanted to know if the uncle died from this dagger.

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