The correct strategy for the master of the world

Yu Tianbao wrapped himself in the quilt, only feeling that his cheeks were hot as if on fire. He always boasted that he was smart and scheming, but he didn't expect to fall into such a big somersault here. Sure enough...he gritted his teeth, it was all Yu Luo Brake's fault.

It was already late at night, and the moon returned home early, and the only fire was the small fire.

Ximen Chuuxue wiped the sword in his hand unhurriedly, even though it was already clean and shiny, then he picked up a branch and ate the potatoes that were hot in the fire.

Yu Tianbao suffocated in the quilt, and tore open a crack, just in time to see Ximen Chuuxue sitting there, gnawing potatoes in a serious manner.

Under the warm light, even Ximen Chuuxue's cold face seemed to be a little softer, making him look a lot more amiable.

"Hey." Yu Tianbao yelled, "Do you just leave those things outside like that?"

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him and said, "Don't let it go, why don't you drag it back?"

Yu Tianbao sighed: "If you mess up like this, won't everyone know that Ximen Chuuxue is by my side?"

Ximen Chuuxue raised his eyebrows: "Then why not?"

Yu Tianbao shook his head: "Big fish these days are cowardly, and when they see you, they turn around and slip away one by one."

"If he really slipped away," Ximen Chuuxue said, "no one will come tonight."

Yu Tianbao pulled the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "The fish caught is too big, it will choke to death."

Ximen Chuixue said, "I won't be choked to death."

His tone was flat, which made Yu Tianbao feel annoyed.

"I'll be choked to death!" He threw down such a sentence in anger, and buried himself under the quilt again through gritted teeth.

Unexpectedly, he heard Ximen Chuixue's faint sigh right after that: "If I don't die, how can you die."

His tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a matter of course.

Yu Tianbao took a deep breath silently, once, twice, and finally he lifted the quilt and sat up expressionlessly.

"Come here," he said.

Ximen Chuuxue sat over, his expression unchanged but his eyes full of doubts.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Help you make up your lessons, bastard!" Yu Tianbao blushed, amplified his voice and tried to cover up the turmoil in his heart, "You don't know anything, what kind of leader are you!"

Ximen Chuixue said: "And you."

Yu Tianbao overturned dozens of tables silently in his heart: "Just listen to me! Shut up! Don't talk!"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak any more, just looked at the young man in front of him with a tangled face, babbling about all kinds of things about the Western Demon Cult, his eyes were gentle and soft that would never be easily noticed.

On the other side, it was also late at night, and the fog at the entrance of the Silver Hook Gambling House was even thicker. When people walked in, it was as if they had entered a layer of maze. People outside could not see inside, and people inside seemed to be blind. vast expanse of whiteness.

Lu Xiaofeng walked out of the casino at this time, he was still wearing the thick cloak he wore when he came, when he drank fine wine in the casino, while admiring Orchid's dancing posture and spending a lot of money, this cloak It has already been washed clean by more than a dozen beautiful maids with their delicate and silky hands, dried carefully on the fire pit, and warmed carefully. When Lu Xiaofeng is about to leave, this cloak is urgently wrapped Hastily delivered it to his hands, the tentacles still had warmth.

Lu Xiaofeng wore this cloak and walked out of the narrow door of the Silver Hook Gambling House. The night outside was very cold, but the warmth in the cloak pierced his heart. No wonder so many people are willing to take that silver hook.

After all, as long as they are individuals, they will be willing to be a fairy, but no one is willing to live like a bug.

He walked in the mist, he was in a good mood, he had just drank a rare fine wine, had a fun game with his good friend, and was served carefully like a fairy, facing the cold mist at this time, he There is also a warm and comfortable cloak to cover him. At this time, no matter who it is, it is hard to be in a bad mood.

Suddenly, in the white mist, he heard a scream for help, the voice was sad and pleasant.

I don't know that it's that prodigal son who got drunk again and ran to the street to provoke women again.Lu Xiaofeng thought secretly in his heart.

Although he always said that he was a big bastard, and his friends often teased him about it, but no one in the Jianghu knew that the sense of justice in Lu Xiaofeng's heart was much stronger than the average person most of the time. times.

For example, he would never sit back and watch a young girl being ruined in this kind of night.

So after hearing the scream, he almost subconsciously quickened his pace and rushed towards the place where the sound came from.

When he saw the scene, he couldn't help but be surprised. A woman was being held up by four men to take her away. Those hands were like steel. No matter how hard the woman struggled, she didn't move a single bit.

Lu Xiaofeng went forward without hesitation, but within a few breaths, those men fell to the ground, life or death unknown.

They looked strong, but those few people were just putting on airs, they were fine against girls who were helpless, but against Lu Xiaofeng, they could only kneel down.

The woman who narrowly escaped seemed to have weak legs and knelt on the ground without strength, no matter how dirty the ground was, she only cared about trembling and panting.

An apple green dress on her was worn to the ground, making her look like a green apple, jerky, fragile, and extremely alluring.

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard, took off his cloak and put it on her.

Although he now has someone in his heart, Ruoshui Sanqian is determined to only take Wen Renxi's scoop, but seeing a girl suddenly encounter such an accident, he will still feel a little bit of sympathy.

The cloak was very warm, and the warmth made the woman tremble, as if she had been scalded by something. After a while, she broke down and cried while covering her face.

As a person with a sense of justice, Lu Xiaofeng should be there to accompany, leaving a girl in this kind of night, no one can feel at ease in this kind of place.

But he left, leaving behind a bright red and warm cloak, and ran away like burning his butt.

Because at this time he has already recognized that this woman is the everlasting iceberg in the gambling house just now.

Normally, melting icebergs is certainly worth seeing. If the iceberg is a beautiful girl, then it is even more worth watching. But if the girl has a dark heart and unknown intentions, then let alone an iceberg, even if it is Mount Tai, Hengshan, and Kunlun Mountains. Melting, he also wanted to turn around and run away.

Lu Xiaofeng has been able to live so well for so many years, this kind of intuition is the most indispensable.

His figure melted into the thick fog, and his speed was so fast that people were caught off guard.

After confirming that Lu Xiaofeng had completely run away, that Bingshan raised his head and wiped away the tears on his face, his expression became extremely complicated, resentment, anger, and anxiety all mixed together, it was extremely strange.

"Lu! Xiao! Feng!" She chanted the name, every word seemed to be squeezed out between her teeth, then she stood up angrily and kicked away the fallen man on the ground, "Useless thing! "

She scolded and walked all the way like this, her walking posture was also very enchanting, Yang Liu's slender waist was slightly twisted, and she also brought out a bit of charm for no reason.

Judging by her posture, how could one expect so many dirty words from her mouth.

The mist became thicker and thicker, and the fruity green figure slowly disappeared into the mist.

It's like, a dream.

As the weather gets colder, the days are shorter, and the sun does not bow its head lazily until very late, adding some light to the dark sky.

In this kind of season, even ordinary people in the Jiangnan area are lazy, and most of them will wait until the sun is high before crawling out of the bed.

But there are only a few days, many people have to get up early before dawn, pack up the car, and rush all the way to the foot of Xiaoqingshan.

The official road leading to Xiaoqingshan used to be sparsely populated by cars and horses, but these days it is quite strangely lively. Bullock carts, horse-drawn carts, luxurious and shabby ones crowded together on this narrow road, walking in the same direction.

There was a lot of traffic but order, and a long queue spontaneously formed even if no one was guarding it.

At the foot of Xiaoqing Mountain, there was a big shed, filled with the fragrance of medicine, Wen Renxi sat in the shed, with a stiff face, feeling his pulse.

It wasn't that he didn't like it, but that there were too many people. Just looking at the line winding out all the way from a distance, he knew that today was another day when he was going to be sick all day.

The first time he opened a free clinic, he set up a stall in the village market not far from Jinling City to see the doctor for free, and there were not many people, usually it would be over after half a day.

But he couldn't help his troublesome younger brother who was far away in the capital. Hearing that he was giving a free clinic, the entrance to the mountain was blocked the next day after a decree came out.

What made the situation worse was that Jianghu friends like Zuo Qinghou, who had some personal relationships with him, spared no effort to promote him everywhere. It didn't take long for him to have a group of Jianghu people who didn't seem to be kind.

During the three-day free clinic every month, many people even set up a tent to sleep here, and even those who are flexible in mind bring some food and drink to sell when they are not sick, and they can earn a lot of money after three days. A few bucks.

Faintly, there is already a prototype of a lively market here.

Wen Renxi, who was greedy for the quiet here at the beginning, expressed his dissatisfaction with this, especially after he caught people who wanted to sneak up the mountain with malicious intentions for several days in a row.

This is the main reason why there are formations everywhere in Xiaoqingshan.

Switching from stand-alone to online is good, but there are too many people online at the same time, and some people try to hack, no matter how good the network is, they will go on strike angrily.

Zhongyuan Dianhong stood behind Wen Renxi with her sword in her arms, her face without any emotional fluctuations and her aggressive aura made all the patients look as honest as quails.

Those who have been here a few times can still remember the fate of those few people who found fault before, such a simple swing of the sword, without any fancy, everyone fell to the ground, and even the prefect dared not say a word.

When it comes to life, no one is stupid.

Zhongyuan Yidianhong easily solved the problems of people who saw a doctor jumping in line and looking for trouble with a single sword. We have to admit that although violence is not good, sometimes only violence is the best way to solve problems.

But today, it seems that a few uninvited guests who are not very familiar have come.

A few very handsome horses, and immediately a few people with high martial arts skills, each of them is wearing a belt, a jet-black belt.

Several of them lined up in a row, roaring all the way, rushing into the line that was originally lined up like sharp knives, and rushed to squeeze the frontmost person away, inserting the first one.

No one dared to complain, because the blood of the last person who complained was still on the ground.

Those people were all tough men, they didn't look like people from the south, the one at the head had a beard and a knife hanging from his waist.

"My master, sir." He said loudly, with a strong northern accent in his voice, and when he said the word master, there was a strange light in his eyes, as if he had mentioned something that made him extremely proud things.

It was very warm in the shed, but it was cold. The shed was hung with thick cloth curtains early to keep out the wind, and several burning stoves dispelled all the cold air.

Wen Renxi didn't seem to hear the big commotion outside, so he finished writing the prescription in his hand unhurriedly, and handed it to Qu Wurong to get the medicine for the anxious-looking old man in front of him.

Today he is wearing a very thick robe, the color is rare and gorgeous in his clothes, the bright purple makes his complexion white and almost transparent, and the hand holding the pen is even more delicate like beautiful jade.

I have to admit that the box after box of various clothes sent by the emperor greatly enriched his wardrobe with only one color and monotonous style.

Sending off the thankful old man, Wen Renxi sat back in his seat, poured a cup of tea slowly, took a sip, paused for a while, and took another sip, completely ignoring that the people outside had repeated the same words many times , I can hear the anger.

After drinking the tea, Wen Renxi put down the teacup, and said three words lightly: "Just wait."

It didn't sound like his voice was loud, but it really rang in everyone's ears. Those big guys were even more embarrassed, as if they had been hit hard by something, they flew upside down to the end of the line, spitting out blood on the spot in pain .

On the contrary, the few horses of theirs were fine, and they were taken away by the girl who came out of the shed not long after.

The people present looked at each other, lined up more honestly and waited for their turn to see a doctor.

These days the doctor's kung fu is so good, it still keeps people alive.