The heinous crime of time travel

Shen Yanzhi is different from Xiao Yao, he became famous earlier, and his martial arts has his own way, even if Han Hesong didn't try it out first, he still knows.Everywhere Shen Yanzhi's sword edge went, the old man was able to block the escape route first, and after several times, Shen Yanzhi was also a little powerless.

His snow-white long sword was wrapped in wind and frost, and after several defeats, he did not mess up, and retreated to Xiao Yao's side in fragmented steps.

Shen Yanzhi naturally hoped that Xiao Yao would be well, that nothing would happen, and that it would not fall into Duan Fu's hands.But these considerations all have a premise, that is, people can be used for themselves, if Shen Yanzhi died in Han Hesong's hands today, even if Xiao Yao lived to be a hundred years old under the same roof...it would be meaningless.

Shen Daxia wanted to fight two against one, but he didn't expect that Xiao Yao, a wooden fish head, would just sit by and watch when he was out of the battle circle, and he didn't plan to lend a helping hand at all.

"Gah..." A crow's scream suddenly came in, breaking the tranquility above the ice and snow.Its coat color is shiny, and its body is much larger than ordinary crows. In such a deep winter, it is not afraid of the cold, and it lands on the roof of Duan Fu's sedan chair with its neck held high.

Duan Fu listened to the crow's crow, and slowly exhaled the depression accumulated in his chest. He lifted the curtain and waved his hands wrapped in the sable fur robe, "It's late, it's late, no matter how we calculate, it's just If someone else is a pawn, they will still lose in the end."

Following his movements, Han Hesong waved Shen Yanzhi away with a palm, and retreated to Duan Fu's side. Lance, with dazed eyes, seemed to have been greatly frightened.

"My lord, shall I escort you out?" Han Hesong asked softly.

These years, he has been hiding in Tibet, and the only shelter is by Duan Fu's side, so no matter how ruthless Duan Fu and even himself are in other people's mouths, Han Hesong is always willing to work for Duan Fu...

"No need," Duan Fu shook his head, "All the land in the world is the king's land, and the shores of the land are all the king's people. Where can we two street mice go?"

He rolled up his sleeves and rushed to the deserted place and said, "Has the prince come?"

The snow fluttered in the wind and fell rustlingly. The surroundings were so quiet that one could almost hear the sound of every piece of snow falling to the ground. Xiao Yao's ears that were upright to listen to the movement moved accordingly... There was an echo not far away... …

"Master Duan is safe and sound."

The voice was indescribably strange, with the deep and steady sound of an adult man, but it seemed that he had deliberately suppressed his voice, making him somewhat cramped.

When Xiao Yao was an official in the court, when he heard the elderly people talk about it, he would inevitably mention the only prince in the dynasty, who was a young talent, who was not born at the right time... what a pity.After all, Xiao Yao was young and had never seen this prince before, so he was very curious.

His eyes were full of blood, and he couldn't see anything. He could only use his voice to turn his head away, and realized that not far away was the Prince Zhao who never showed his face easily.

Today is a situation where there are wolves before and tigers behind, not only Duan Fu can't escape, Xiao Yao himself is like a big piece of fat, waiting to be divided among several parties.

When Xiao Yao was lamenting the ill-fated fate in his heart, and feeling more sympathetic to himself, Ruan Yu walked over silently carrying three boxes that were piled up almost as high as hers.

When she started fighting just now, she had already checked the contents of the box. She didn't recognize one finger or two heads.But Xiao Yao's temper has always been as good as the sky, the person who can make him impulsive in an instant... Ruan Yu thought for a while, wrapped the box with cloth, and tied a knot again. She knows her own strength, and she is not blind Blending in, protecting these things from the sidelines.

"Little girl." Xiao Yao smelled Ruan Yu's scent, which was colder than plum blossoms and warmer, and mixed with the smell of blood--Xiao Yao had already begun to quickly adapt to his position in the magic palace. Ruan Yu became more and more like a loving mother.

"If there is a fight later, you don't care about anyone, just run northward and talk about it when you see Ouyang Qing, you know?"

"I don't know," Ruan Yu threw back Xiao Yao's words, "If you are not blind, of course I can go, let alone go north, even if I go back to Hujia Mountain, thousands of troops and horses will not be able to stop me. But now I put You left, did you know the direction with your eyes closed, or do you know the area well?"

Ruan Yu's big eyes rolled up, and Bai gave Xiao Yao a contemptuous look, "Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, if you keep spinning, you will be caught alive sooner or later."

"..." Xiao Yao realized that he had become Ruan Yu's burden.

The trembling on the ice started again, even if Xiao Yao couldn't see it, based on years of experience in the army, it is likely that there were quite a few people who came - with such heavy footsteps, he must not be a master, but neither is the legendary Prince Zhao. A reckless man who judges martial arts by martial arts, on the contrary, he is better at formations.

With one against a hundred, with the weak against the strong, Xiao Yao felt annoyed and ashamed at this moment... If I had known, I would have read more military books left by the Prince Zhao.

The smell of blood in the wind was even heavier, and it was still lingering as it came from a very far away place.Duan Fu knew in his heart that this was the tent he was stationed in another place being taken away, but anyone who resisted would probably not be left behind.

And those "martial arts masters" who followed him were originally loyal to Zhao Mingliang.Duan Fu has survived the power struggle for so many years, and he can be regarded as the veteran of the two dynasties. He has long seen clearly that there is no "reliance" and "dependence" between them, and everything is based on the balance of interests.

Zhao Mingliang didn't touch himself for so many years, but he was afraid of Xiao Gusheng.Once Xiao Gusheng falls, of course it will be his turn next... This also makes Xiao Yao's existence extremely important.

As far as Zhao Mingliang was concerned, if he couldn't catch Xiao Yao, Xiao Gusheng would not be able to die for the time being. He had nothing to restrict Xiao Yao, let alone real power in the army.

As far as Duan Fu is concerned, as long as Xiao Yao can be caught, there will be something to check and balance Zhao Mingliang...

Looking at it this way, Xiao Yao and his family all have similar functions to weights.

Probably before setting up the formation, Lord Zhao once ordered that no matter whether other people live or die, Xiao Yao will catch them alive. The whole crowd like fishing nets are thrown around, the meshes are sparse and dense, only Xiao Yao is the one. live game.

He was blind, with countless wounds, big and small, and the sins of two senior masters still flowed in his meridians, every inch of flesh and blood was exhausted pain.Xiao Yao's mind is tense, almost to the point where it will break at any time when the oil is exhausted——

He once escaped from the wolf's mouth with two arrow wounds and one leg limping in the Gobi desert outside Pingyun Town, and returned with four corpses after rolling and crawling.

Xiao Yao is a character who is easy to give up, but if he pushes it to death, he still has a breath.

The breath was stuffy in his chest, swollen and painful, and the smell of blood was lingering in his throat. Xiao Yao shook the sword in his hand, "Come on."

Hujia Mountain is high and steep, with gentle places and rugged places. The place closest to the sky is the first to recede the sunlight, and the darkness is caught off guard, as if it happened in a flash.

Mu Yunshen had already lit a lamp in the room, and the dim candlelight fell on his eyelashes through the gauze cover, giving him a slight warm glow.

He was holding a booklet in his hand. It had been left for a long time, and the paper was yellow and not thick. It was brought out from the underground secret room together with the cheat book.

"Dong dong..." Someone knocked on the door, "Is Mr. Mu there?"

Ruan Chang hated this voice. Although he always wanted to be a peaceful blacksmith, Ruan Yu and Mu Yunshen laughed at him back then—saying that he was at most like a stronger teacher.

Although what Ruan Changhen did was rough work, he did have the gentleness taught by Liu Baiweng in his bones. Even when he knocked on the door, he was concerned about the young master living inside, so he deliberately softened it.

Mu Yunshen put away the booklet, and then heard Ruan Changhen say outside the door, "Has Mr. Mu fallen asleep?"

"..." No matter how boring it is on Hujia Mountain, it's just nightfall. At Mu Yunshen's age, it should be a good time for spending time and drinking. Even if he is cold-tempered, it's impossible for him to fall asleep now.

Just as Liu Baiweng was sent away, maybe Ruan Changhen and the two had met each other on the way here, Mu Yunshen narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "The door is unlocked, so don't be restrained by Ruan Daxia, come in."

The half-closed door was accompanied by a gust of cold wind, and Ruan Changhen's figure was black and melted into the snow, wrapped in a long robe close to the floor, and the water vapor rushing in hit Mu Yunshen's face.He lowered his head and coughed twice, Ruan Changhen hurriedly closed the door when he heard the sound, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Brother Xiao told me before going down the mountain that the young master is in poor health and can't stand the cold wind. Is there enough carbon in the magic palace? "

The room is actually very warm, even a little hot for a martial arts practitioner, Ruan Changhen asked as he took off his coat, and looked at the pile of heaters piled up in the corner with concern.

Xiao Yao and Ruan Yu had already arranged these things for Mu Yunshen before going down the mountain, if it was a woman confinement, she would not have to worry about it for half a year.

Mu Yunshen has a headache... Although he is a soft persimmon now, based on the most essential self-esteem, there are also facts that he particularly doesn't want to see clearly.

"Hero Ruan is visiting at this time. What's the matter?" Mu Yunshen raised his head from behind the table. The light made his facial features a little blurred. Let me come over and have a look... I'm bothering you sir."

Ruan Changhen sat very upright, his eyes rested on the lampshade steadily, and the air was a little stiff for a while.

Mu Yunshen himself is not a talkative type, when Xiao Yao is by his side, he can always say something he wants to answer, but when it comes to Ruan Changhen...he becomes completely indifferent.

Thinking about it this way, in less than a day, Mu Yunshen had already begun to miss that rambunctious bastard... The old man was lonely, and for the first time in decades, he knew that he was irritable.