After wearing the book, I broke the plot

Song Qi wasn't too sad after discovering this, and soon thought of a way to deal with it.

After he whispered a few words to Er Dong, he walked to the side of the official road with half of his body stiff, and when the man in blue approached, he walked a few steps quickly, fell to the ground with a slap, and then groaned while holding his back. This painful grunt was real, because he really pulled the wound and it hurt.

Er Dong quickly ran forward, half-knelt beside Song Qi, and wailed, "Brother, what's wrong with you, are you alright!"

"I was hit, it's okay, I can still get up." Song Qi secretly glanced at the reaction of the man in blue, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve, as if he was about to cough out his lungs. Stand up look.

Er Dong's acting skills are excellent, crying more and more seriously, and his words are getting more and more outrageous: "Brother, what will you do with the rest of your life after being bumped like this, even though you can get up now, you will end up with something wrong. You are seriously injured, what can you tell me to do, what can my brother-in-law do."

Song Qi: Wait, I didn't make up the last sentence.

Song Qi almost coughed and lost his breath.

Erdong hastily patted him on the back to comfort him, just in time to pat the unhealed wound on Song Qi's back, his eyes darkened, and he was about to die in the west.

Duan Cheng thought he had bumped into Pengci, but seeing that the man in white who fell on the ground was really weak, he hesitated for a while, got off his horse, and asked, "Is there anyone who needs help?"

Er Dong rushed over and hugged his legs, shouting: "You are not allowed to leave, if it weren't for you and my brother would have ended up like this?"

Song Qi waved his hands and blushed: "I'm fine, it's because I'm too weak."

"What's the matter, Duan Lang?" A pure woman's voice came from the carriage, a bare hand stretched out to lift half of the veil, the woman frowned slightly when she saw this scene, and said: "But you hit someone? "

Duan Chengdao: "Maybe, lady, you go in first, it's windy outside."

Song Qi found that the woman's abdomen was slightly bulging, and her hands unconsciously covered her belly, she was pregnant. He felt a little uncomfortable about using this method to approach Duan Cheng, and gently pulled Er Dong's sleeve, gently Coughing: "Er Dong, let go, I feel much better after sitting for a while."

Erdong looked at Song Qi incomprehensibly, thinking that he had some clever plan, and let go of Duan Cheng's hand according to his words, but there was still hostility in Duan Chengshi's eyes, and he hadn't taken off the show yet.

The woman was holding on to the wooden railing and was about to come down, but Duan Cheng quickly stepped forward to pick it up, and said in a low voice: "You are pregnant, so be careful not to fall yourself, I can handle this matter."

The woman shook her head lightly and said, "I know your temper, let me ask."

The woman had wrapped her head of black hair in a headscarf, and left a strand of hair falling in front of her body. She looked very gentle and beautiful, but the amorous feelings in her eyes did not fade because of being a mother. charming.

With just one glance, Song Qi could tell that this was a woman named Yao Dao.

It should be that he entered the demon way as a human being, and cultivated the mind of the demon clan, so the demon aura on his body is very weak, and he is still a mortal after all.

Song Qi was supported by Er Dong to stand up, quite embarrassed, if only Duan Cheng was fine, but there is another woman who is about to become a mother, he really can't touch porcelain anymore, and said first: "I feel much better, just now This young man didn't bump into me, but I was startled and fell in front of the horse."

The woman showed a faint smile and said: "You are seriously injured, why don't you follow us to the city ahead and find a medical clinic."

Song Qi's eyes lit up slightly, this is a way to get close to Duan Cheng, but there is only one carriage here, he can't sit on a horse like this, and sitting with a pregnant woman is also somewhat inappropriate, so he still refused: "This way It's not far, and it won't take long to walk there, Madam, let's go first."

Pedestrians on the official road stopped to watch the excitement, Duan Cheng put on a mask to cover his face, the woman didn't insist on seeing this, and Duan Cheng helped her into the carriage.

Duan Cheng stepped onto the carriage, glanced at Song Qi, cupped his fists and said, "There will be a time later."

Song Qi returned a salute, the carriage drove away, raising a little dust, Er Dong fished his head in confusion, and asked, "Song Xianjun, why didn't you seize such a good opportunity?"

Song Qi also felt that it was a pity, but he would still choose this choice again, he said: "There are always other opportunities, and even if you get close to Duan Cheng, you may not be able to find a way out."

"But didn't you say that it was too coincidental for him to appear around us?"

Song Qi pursed his lips and said, "Stop talking, I'll cry if you talk about it."

Er Dong: "..." Are all cultivators like this?

Under the scorching sun, Song Qi and Er Dong walked all the way towards the city far away in sight, and they didn't arrive until it was almost dark in the afternoon. Song Qi had two extra legs on the sore part of his body, and his walking was about to break up.

Erdong wiped off the sweat on his forehead with the edge of his sleeve, and exhaled, the spiritual boy of the Demonic Dao was soaked in the sun, lying on the city gate, barely able to stand up: "It can be regarded as arriving , it doesn’t look very far, why have you walked for so long!”

The main reason is that Song Qi was infected with the corpse poison, and his spiritual power Yujian would be spread even more seriously. The two of them have "traveled across mountains and rivers" for so long.

Song Qi was also not much better, his body was still in pain, and his back was almost numb after walking all the way, but the weakness of his legs became more and more obvious.

The key is still very hot, the weather must be at least forty degrees!

However, as soon as the two of them entered the city, the surrounding scene changed drastically, spring and autumn came, leaves fell and sprouts sprouted again, and in a blink of an eye, it was winter.

Song Qi: "..."

Erdong: "..."

Er Dong had already burst into foul language, Song Qi held back, held back, mainly because he didn't even have the strength to speak, and just wanted to find a good place to lie down, a coffin is also fine.

Suddenly hot and cold, Erdong couldn't bear it anymore, and was hit by the wind several times in succession when he sneezed. He lost all the energy of scolding the sky just now, and shivered behind Song Qi, rubbing his arms and trembling: "Song Xianjun , find a place to rest early, this ghostly weather is really unbearable."

Song Qi said in embarrassment: "But I seem to have no money on me, how much do you have?"

Erdong laughed ruthlessly, took out his pocket and said, "My lord is sitting on a golden mountain, and the treasury of the superior demon lord is all left to him. Why are you so poor, Xianjun?"

"That's right." Song Qi grinned, pretending not to notice Er Dong's words.

After Erdong finished speaking, he realized that he had slipped his tongue. He carefully looked at Song Qi's reaction, feeling uneasy, and didn't dare to explain, so he had to dig out his pockets harder, planning to make up for it with money.

However, after digging for a long time, I searched all the pockets, and finally found nothing.

Song Qi smiled and waited quietly.

Er Dong's feet were bare, this boot was poured out of the copper plate, he threw it away and picked up the other boot, and shook the boot with the top down, but still not a hair came out.

Song Qi raised his eyebrows, and reminded him friendly: "Could it be in the pocket of the pants?"

Er Dong said with a bitter face, "My pants don't have pockets."

Song Qi looked at Erdong, and Erdong looked at Song Qi. After the two looked at each other for a while, because they were too cold by the cold wind, they gave up their accommodation and decided to borrow a place from the big beggars to make do with it.

Erdong quickly put on his boots, and said, "I know which joint to sleep in the open, Xianjun, you just follow me, and you can still have a snow cover tonight."

There was no other way, Song Qi had to keep up with the unreliable Er Dong, who looked and sounded unreliable, and the two walked along the thin ice-covered river to the bridge hole.

Er Dong jumped down, and begged the beggars who were dozing in the bridge hole for a long time with a shy face, finally someone nodded, Er Dong hurriedly waved to Song Qi, saying: "It's all right, Song Xianjun, come down."

Song Qi blew in the wind for a while, sobered up a bit, and realized that after leaving Ah Jiu, he really could only sleep in the bridge hole, and wanted to figure out how he got to this point.

At any rate, he has also returned half of his blood to his ancestors, so he may be a descendant of a divine beast.

But... some people appear to be beautiful and beautiful and are about to become immortals, but they are actually a tattered immortal who sleeps in a bridge hole.

He jumped down helplessly, thanked the beggars who made room for him, and sat down slowly.

Sitting next to him, Erdong chatted with the beggars very openly, and soon began to call each other brothers. Tomorrow, he also made an appointment to go up the mountain to hunt birds together, fish for fish in the water, and eat lotus leaf chicken with roast wine.

A kind beggar pulled a dirty blanket for them and said, "Why do you wear so little? You might freeze to death at night. Cover it quickly."

Seeing that Song Qi was good-looking, many beggars also selflessly shared their many blankets with them. After all, it is a pity that such a good-looking person died.

Song Qilian thanked him, these blankets were not only dirty, but also smelly, but he didn't mind, covered himself and Er Dong, warmed the bonfire in the middle, and asked: "Dare to ask, brothers, how is this city Is there a family named Duan here?"

Beggars, look at me, I look at you, and then said: "There are quite a few people with the surname Duan in this city, I wonder which one you are asking about?"

Since ancient times, the news of the Beggar Gang has been the most well-informed. Song Qi thought that since Duan Cheng wanted to hide his name to escape the pursuit of the suzerain of Xuanzhen Sect, he would definitely not be blatant. He thought for a while and said: "It doesn't have to be Duan. May I ask, is there any beautiful lady who just gave birth in the city recently?"

The beggars became vigilant and asked, "Why are you asking about this?"

Song Qi showed a friendly smile and explained: "I met a couple a while ago and received favors. They came to this city. I happened to pass by here and wanted to pay a visit. When I met them last time, that The lady is pregnant, so it is estimated that she has given birth."

The expressions of the beggars eased, and they told them about the eligible families one by one, and said: "It just so happens that the family in the south of the city, whose surname is Duan, also moved in not long ago, and it just so happens that the wife of that family is extremely beautiful. , gave birth to a white and tender fat boy just yesterday."

"Yes, the official's wife is kind. She invited the brothers around her to drink, and she didn't care about us beggars. As soon as she entered the door, she treated her to drinks like guests."

The beggars chatted lively, and then talked about big and small things in the city. After Song Qi listened to it for a while, he became sleepy. When he was in a daze, their voices seemed to be separated by water, and there was a magnetic sound in his ears. The male voice was calling Song Qi more clearly, as if he was close to him.

"Brother, brother, where are you?"

Song Qi wanted to open his eyes, but he gave up because he was too tired. Hearing the voice calling him repeatedly, he replied in a daze, "Ah Jiu, don't make noise, let me sleep for a while."

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Miserable, gradually went to the road of sand sculpture.