After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

The atmosphere on the cliff froze for a while.

Master Song put his hands on his waist, as if he was thinking about countermeasures.

Ling Jiu smiled and turned sideways, revealing dozens of black-clothed assassins holding guns and staring at them behind him.

Song was still staring at Ling Jiu's direction on paper, but what he said was to Master Song: "Brother, I'm the one who dragged you down."

He seemed to be sighing, but also sad: "Do you still remember the time when we were assassinated on the moat outside the capital?"

Ling Jiu narrowed her eyes: "What are you talking about?"

Master Song paused for a moment, but did not answer Song Shu's words.

He lost his memory, how could he remember this.

But Song Shu did tell him.

Master Song looked at Ling Jiu, let go of his hand after a while, and smiled suddenly: "I'm saying, we want to choose the third way."

Ling Jiu: "What third way?"

Master Song took a step back, grabbed Song Shu's wrist, and said in a low voice, "Jump."

Before Ling Jiu could react, Master Song took Song Shu in his arms, turned around and jumped down from the cliff, his sleeves fluttering, and a voice came from behind: "What are you doing in a daze? Quickly release the arrow!"

Several arrows passed through Ling Jiu's side in response, lifted a strand of long hair around her ear, and shot all of them in the direction of the two of them.

Master Song held Song Shu in his arms, but was unable to dodge in time, and was shot in the shoulder by an arrow.

In Ling Jiu's last sight, Master Song turned his head to look at them, then twisted off the arrow on his shoulder with a cold face, and threw his backhand again in mid-air after falling off the cliff.

The arrow turned an arc and flew back.

With a sound of "噗嗤", the arrow pierced into the flesh and blood.

An assassin next to Ling Jiu fell silently, and his wife also fell to the ground.

Ling Jiu came back to her senses in astonishment, and ran to the hanging edge to look down, but only saw the boundless abyss, and she couldn't see the bottom at a glance.

She turned her head and asked coldly, "Who said the arrow was shot?"

Everyone bowed their heads, and only a beautiful woman from southern Xinjiang came out. She was startled by the hostility on her face, patted her chest, and said pretentiously, "What are you doing?! The arrow missed again. Wouldn’t it be better for you to die? That is, what are you doing talking so much?”

"General Song's death is good for the Marshal, and it's also good for you." The woman said, "Am I not right?"

Ling Jiu sneered: "You're right—but who allowed you to pass me and give orders? The marshal favors you, but it doesn't mean that you can ride on my head and domineering."

The woman's face turned pale, and she pretended to be calm: "Why, don't you want to kill me?"

"I won't kill you." Ling Jiu glanced at her coldly, turned and left, "but sooner or later you will pay the price for your own cleverness."

Song Shu didn't faint this time.

Falling down in the sky, he didn't have time to ask Master Song about his injury, and he didn't dare to distract Master Song——

Under this cliff is the Punan River.

They repeated the old trick, imitating the assassination accident outside Kyoto last time.

Master Song found a foothold and buffered the falling trend, and then the two fell into the river together, splashing a splash of water.

When entering the water, there were rushing water everywhere, and Master Song suddenly remembered a certain fragment in his memory.

He embraced Song Shu and breathed a sigh of relief for him.

Lips pressed together for a moment, Song Shu opened his eyes, and saw him close his eyes, let go suddenly, and was about to sink into the river.

He stretched out his hand to grab Master Song's arm and led him to swim to the shore.

Song Shidu's tone made him regain some of his physical strength, and he finally swam to the shore, and pulled him up again, both of them were soaked - fortunately, it's midsummer, and the water is not too cold.

Master Song closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulder, his breath was weak and his face was pale. Half of the broken arrow on his shoulder was thrown back by him, and half was still embedded in the flesh, and the blood stained the white clothes.

Song Shu's eyes were dim, and it took him a long time to recover. He supported him and called out twice: "Brother?"

no answer.

Song Shu bowed his head to breathe for him, tirelessly over and over again.

Until Master Song coughed, spit out a few sips of water, opened his eyes in a daze, held his hand, and said in a low voice: "This Shan Yuye... I hurt his shoulder once, and he sent someone to return it to me again. come back."

Song Shu stopped moving.

Master Song sat up, touched the wound on his back, glanced back, unbuttoned his jacket, and without saying a word, pulled out the arrow that was half buried in his shoulder with his bare hands.

The broken arrow was thrown into the river, sank to the bottom of the river along the rolling river, and soon disappeared from sight.

Master Song took a deep breath and had no strength left. He tied his clothes again, glanced left and right, and smiled weakly: "This place is a bit difficult to walk."

There are jungles on all sides, not much better than the last time I fell off the cliff.

They didn't know which wilderness they were rushed to.

Song Shu felt sorry for his wound, and wanted to help him stand up: "Stop talking..."

"Last time I took you away." Master Song leaned on Song Shu almost with all his strength, and smiled palely, "Maybe you will take me this time."

After the words fell, his eyelids moved, drooped slowly, and leaned his head on Song Shu's shoulder——

Passed out again.

Song Shu sighed, and resigned himself to helping him go forward.

But he is still a little strange:

My brother's martial arts are better than him, so he shouldn't be so weak after being hit by an arrow.

Or did you have other injuries when you fell off the cliff?

Master Song was not light. He was dragging a big man, and he was afraid of involving the wound on his back. He stopped and walked until the clothes on his body were dried by the sun in the midsummer forest, and a fine layer of pimples appeared on his forehead. beads of sweat.

This time their luck was not very good, they did not find the cave.

At dusk, he turned around and walked back to the river, but he was far away from the place where he landed at the beginning—but he didn't know where it was.

Unexpectedly, there was a woodcutter by the river carrying a load, wearing straw sandals and a bamboo hat, walking over the stream stones, and Song Shu happened to see him at a glance.

The other party also saw them, hesitated for a moment, and even stepped forward, as if wanting to talk.

Song Shu didn't have the strength to go any further. He sat on a rock, stared at the woodcutter's dark and rough face, supported Master Song with one hand, and quietly touched the dagger at his waist with the other.

The woodcutter walked up to them, and opened his mouth to speak a folk dialect. After babbling for a long time, Song Shu listened hard several times before he understood what he meant.

The woodcutter was asking him if he needed help. His house was in the village ahead, so they could rest.

Song Shu was stunned for a moment. He originally wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the wound on Master Song's body, he turned his words again: "... I'm sorry, uncle."

His hand on his waist relaxed a little.

After staying in the court for a long time with one thing on the outside and another thing on the back, he couldn't even believe people's hearts.

Just an ordinary woodcutter, he was too cautious.

When Master Song woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

He had been in a coma for a whole day, and when he woke up he still hadn't come back to his senses. He stared at the damp wooden roof above his head and wandered for a while before moving his fingers and sitting up with his forehead propped up.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Master Song paused.

The voice came from the side.

He turned his head to look, only to notice that there was a young girl in the room, wearing coarse cloth clothes, with an upright and handsome face, braided braids, and holding a bowl of medicine in his hand. Seeing him sitting up and looking over, he was stunned. , came over and said: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

"Master Fang brought you here, this is my home," she handed the medicine bowl to Master Song, "You have slept all day, drink some medicine."

The wound on Master Song's shoulder had already been bandaged. He frowned and glanced at the medicine bowl in front of him, and the first thing he said was: "Mr. Fang? What about others?"

"My father went fishing today, Mr. Fang said he wanted to go and have a look," the girl scratched her head, "it's been two hours, and they should be back soon."

"...Who is your father?"

The girl smiled and said: "My father is the most powerful hunter in the village. He can fish and chop firewood, hunt and heal injuries. My father bandaged your wound for you! By the way, my name is Feng Xiaolu, and your surname is Fang. Bar?"

Knowing Song Shu's news, and the girl in front of him doesn't know martial arts, Master Song relaxed a bit, took the medicine bowl in her hand, lowered his head and sniffed it calmly, and then drank it after making sure there was nothing wrong.

He chatted with Feng Xiaolu for a while, and a child's laughter came from outside the door: "Sister Xiaolu! We heard that two big brothers came to your house. Is it true?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I saw it with my own eyes, the two big brothers are so beautiful!"

"What is pretty? Pretty is for girls, big brother is good-looking!"

"You are the only one who is educated! Why don't you go for the No. [-] examination?"

"My mother said that there is a war going on outside, so what is the number one in the exam! If I don't take the exam, I don't want to memorize it every day!"

"Oh, don't talk about it, I just want to see what big brother looks like, is he good-looking?"

Feng Xiaolu showed hesitation, Master Song tilted his head and asked, "This is?"

"The children in the village," Feng Xiaolu said, "they are lively and lively."

She knew that the two people her father rescued were not simple at first glance, even if they changed into coarse clothes, they could not hide their appearance and temperament, and children were a little hesitant to see them.

Master Song smiled, "Then let them in."

Feng Xiaolu immediately said happily: "Really?"

Master Song nodded.

Feng Xiaolu got up and opened the door, before she had time to speak, the children outside the door rushed in, looking around at the people sitting by the window in the room.

When they really entered the house, they huddled together and shoved each other, not daring to go forward.

A little girl timidly asked: "Big brother... Are you the big brother brought back by Uncle Feng?"

Master Song looked at the pile of radish heads and found it interesting: "Yeah, what's the matter? I just heard that you want to see what I look like. Now that I see it, why don't you say anything?"

"Am I ugly?"

"No!" The little girl waved her hands again and again, blushing, "Looks good! Big brother is very good-looking!"

"Big brother is the most beautiful person I have ever seen!"

"He's the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life!"

A group of children chattered and chatted, and Master Song wanted to laugh: "That carrot head, what's your name? In this life, how old are you in this life? How many people have you met to say that?"