Jiang Qing

With the shaking of the tremor, Mei Shao woke up from the drowsiness.

The bumpy car made Mei Shao's already mushy head shake even more uncomfortable, he slowed down for a while, only to find himself in a moving carriage.

Realizing that his hands and feet were bound with thick ropes, Mei Shao bent his wrists to touch the hidden weapon hidden in the tight cuffs, but found nothing.

It seemed that someone had searched him in advance.Mei Shao thought about it, she fell from the Changfeng dam, and it was raining heavily at that time, and it was vaguely pushed by someone from behind.

A few hints of wet grass smell after the rain wafted from the curtain of the carriage, and the wind blew the curtain, and the scenery outside flashed by.

Mei Shao wanted to struggle to sit up and see where he was, but before he could use his strength against the wall of the carriage, his limp hands couldn't even support the ground. strength.

No wonder no one was watching in the carriage, it turned out that he had already given himself a soft tendon, Mei Shao couldn't help it for a while, so he could only lie in the carriage, thinking about who set up this situation, and where he was going to send himself.

The person who informed me to go to the Changfeng embankment was a small official from Zhizhou Prefecture. Min on the embankment also deliberately divided himself into two groups. Reminiscent of the previous suspicion that he had something to do with Weihushan, Mei Shao turned around a little and felt deeply that it was In order to protect Lin Hu, Fang Min's murderous hands.

Cangzhou officials, merchants, and bandits are indeed a nest, and they really suck.Mei Shao felt contemptuous in her heart.

But judging from the current situation, the driver outside just restricted his actions, and it seemed that he was going to send himself to Weihu Mountain, pretending to be a bandit and robbing people, so that he could suffer some hardships on the mountain, so that he could obediently submit.

Having figured out their intentions, Mei Shao temporarily closed his eyes and rested his mind, thinking about his disappearance, Chu Yan and the others would definitely search in secret, but unfortunately the road to Weihu Mountain is a deserted road with deep forests, if it is in a busy city, Maybe I can leave some clues for them.

After about a stick of incense, the sound of the wind blowing through the woods outside, the chirping of birds stopped at some point, and the noisy voices of people gradually approached.

Mei Shao pricked up his ears and repeatedly confirmed that it was indeed the cries of vendors on the street, and the smell of food wafting into the car also confirmed that he was indeed taken to the bustling market.

"Sanxian Bean Curd—Selling San Xian Bean Curd—" The slightly hoarse but high-pitched cry caught Mei Shao's ears.

This was actually a small town where he settled before entering Cangzhou. Mei Shao remembered that there was such a peddler at the entrance of the inn hawking local specialties.

The conjecture just now was self-defeating. The person who held him hostage has already passed Weihu Mountain and left Cangzhou!

The driver outside finally made a sound: "I'm going to buy some dry food. Jingzhou is a long way away. Try to take some safe detours on the road ahead. You need to have more things."

The person who got out of the carriage seemed worried, and turned around and said: "Take care."

Another voice responded: "What are you afraid of, let him be unrivaled in martial arts, and he won't be able to move for four or five days, don't worry."

Jingzhou?

Mei Shao caught this place name, even if she didn't want to believe it anymore, her doubts all pointed to one person: Bai Bingchen.

The name hovering around in his heart made him feel unbelievable: Didn't Bai Bingchen die in Weihu Mountain?Could it be that Lin Hu took the money but did something secretly?

If so, then Zhizhou Fang Min is also Bai Bingchen's.

Thinking of a person like Bai Bingchen secretly observing her, looking for a suitable opportunity to attack her, Mei Shao shuddered.

He is like a poisonous snake, secretly watching for the best time, and suddenly speaks when people are completely unprepared.

Invisibly, Mei Shao felt a pair of icy eyes staring at her, and felt a sense of crisis in her heart that she had never felt before.

This was a sense of crisis that Mei Shao had never felt since the two fought openly and secretly since Pingdu.

Mei Shao knew that Bai Bingchen was dissatisfied with his return to court, and tried every means to make himself retreat despite difficulties.But when facing him, when I still had mood swings and lost control of my emotions, Bai Bingchen confronted him with a gentle and calm appearance.

It seems that he is a person without emotion, he only stands at a high place to calculate gains and losses, and controls the whole audience.He doesn't want any change to appear in his plan, if there is, he will calmly try his best to get rid of it, dormant and plotting hundreds of miles, just for the final fatal blow.

It's really creepy to be stared at by such a person, because you don't know which smile or words he said before, which is the foreshadowing of his death without a place to bury him.

The gloom in Mei Shao's eyes is getting deeper and deeper, it is the most unwise choice to put such a person to death.

A voice in his heart reminded him that this small town was his last chance to escape, and he believed that since Bai Bingchen had captured him, he had prepared a perfect plan to make it difficult for him to escape.

In order to avoid being found by the car and knocking himself out, Mei Shao didn't call for help, he pressed against the wall of the carriage and knocked hard.

The soft force knocked on the wall of the carriage, and he could only make a slight sound that he could hear, but he still insisted on knocking rhythmically, which was the code word in Burial Sword Villa.

Mei Shao is betting that as long as someone of her own passes by, she will be able to hear it and find herself.

His time was running out. Once the driver came back from buying dry food, they would be on the road. The distance from Cangzhou was getting farther and farther away, and the chance of being rescued became less and less.

But the desperate tapping blended into the bustling street outside, like a stone thrown into the sea, without any response.

"Let's go."

It seems that the person who escorted him was also very cautious, but after a cup of tea, he came back again.

The carriage moved again, driving slowly in the market, inside the carriage, Mei Shao stopped knocking desperately, and closed her eyes in resignation.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly braked suddenly, and there was a scolding sound from outside: "You old man who doesn't have eyes, hit the car."

It seemed that the drowning man grabbed hold of the straw, Mei Shao nervously listened to the movement outside.

An old voice sounded tremblingly, with a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, speaking in poor official Chinese: "Do you want to buy a painting, sir?"

It turned out to be a street painting seller, Mei Shao's hopeful heart sank again, the voice was so strange, it must not be someone close to her.

Even so, Mei Shao still did not give up typing the code words several times, but there was no movement outside.The carriage started to move again, carrying the disappointed Mei Shao through the busy city, the voices gradually died down, and I don't know which forest it got into again.

Now it seems that the only way is to wait until the power of the house arrest dissipates after four or five days, and then take advantage of the escort to inject the medicine again, and fight hard to gain a chance of survival.

Just as he was thinking about the plan, a gust of wind suddenly passed, and he volleyed down with the sound of swords. There were two muffled groans from outside, and the carriage stopped.

Before Mei Shao had time to probe, someone lifted the curtain outside, it was an old man dressed simply, his eyes were bright, he looked Mei Shao up and down several times, but his voice was not as vague as before: "Mei family boy? "

Mei Shao's surprised expression fell into the old man's eyes, he cut the rope for him neatly without talking nonsense, and stretched out his hand to hold him, but his hand was soft.

"They used Ruanjin powder for you?"

Mei Shao who just came back to his senses nodded and asked tentatively, "Senior?"

He can be sure that he has never seen this person in Burial Sword Villa, but he can recognize the secret words in the villa...

The old man didn't respond, he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill and put it in Mei Shao's hand: "The antidote for Ruanjinsan can be effective within a cup of tea."

Holding the medicine, Mei Shao didn't take it, still staring at the old man, and asked: "Does senior know someone from Burial Sword Villa?"

The old man seemed to be in a hurry, he untied a cloth bag from his back, glanced outside, and said, "Your bird code words, I decided with old man Xiao."

Without waiting for Mei Shao's full of doubts to come out, he put the cloth bag on Mei Shao's lap and held it down, with a solemn expression: "Remember, this is something your master left you, don't give it to anyone, check it yourself. Wait. After you finish adjusting your own breath, don’t go back the same way, but go back to Cangzhou by another way, understand?”

The old man solemnly patted his hands twice, and smiled kindly in his eyes: "The boy grows so fast, he has grown so big in the blink of an eye."

He stretched out his hand to touch Mei Shao, but he seemed to realize that his hand was stained with blood, so he retracted it.

This time he didn't stop, turned around and left, there was another gust of wind howling, the carriage fell into silence, and there was no more sound.

Mei Shao looked down at the tightly wrapped cloth bag on his knees, feeling that the old man's eyes seemed familiar. He raised his head, swallowed the antidote, and adjusted his breath on the spot.

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The ground after the heavy rain was wet and sticky to the feet.

Leaning on a tree branch, the old man walked to the roadside tea stand step by step, put out two copper coins, and said to the man selling tea, "Please have a bowl of tea."

The man who sold the tea took the money with a smile, picked up the teapot, poured a bowl slowly into the cracked stoneware bowl, and pushed him in front of the old man tenderly: "Old man, use it slowly."

The day after it rained was not hot, and there was not much business at the tea stand, so the old man opened the shop for this man.

Seeing that there was no one else around, the man sat in front of the stove and looked at the water and dozed off. Unknowingly, the water boiled, and there was a crackling sound when the charcoal was poured, but he didn't realize it either.

The old man slowly drank a bowl of rough tea, and was about to get up to leave when a stooped old woman walked over tremblingly. Holding a broken bowl, he groped for the old man's seat and begged, "Grandpa, please enjoy the bowl of tea."

The old man gave her a sideways look, then fished out two copper coins from the cloth bag and put them in the old woman's bowl.

With the crisp sound of the copper plate falling into the bowl, the old woman suddenly reached out and grabbed the old man's arm. Through the fabric, she could clearly feel the strong muscles under her hands tightening quietly.

The two looked at each other, and found that the other's eyes were clear without any cloudiness.

The old man looked fierce, swept the bowl on the table and threw it at the old woman's eyes. Almost at the same time, the bowl in the old woman's hand also went away, and the two bowls collided and shattered into pieces.

Stretching out his hand to grab a piece of broken porcelain, the old man pointed it straight at her throat. Seeing that he was about to succeed, he bumped into a handful of white powder head-on. The old man subconsciously turned his head to avoid it. At this moment, a piece of broken porcelain was inserted horizontally into his throat .

The moment the blood splattered, the old man fell down with his eyes open. He fell heavily to the ground, but he burst out laughing. The blood vibrated and flowed with his laughter, and it was stained red.

The old woman straightened her body, changing her posture like a jerk, and the graceful young woman's body looked a bit nondescript under the old clothes.

She flipped around in the package for a while, then suddenly lowered her body and grabbed the old man's hair, forcing his slack eyes to shrink suddenly, and her voice was no longer old: "Say! Where is the scroll?"

The old man's laughter gradually stopped. He used up his last strength to pull a smile, and sneered at the young woman who bowed his head: "You killed Brother Xiao, you killed me, but you can't win."

The young woman let go of her hand, stared at the footprints of the old man on the ground, and followed them to the depths of the dense forest.

Finally, the old man struggled and turned his head to look at the big man leaning in front of the tea stove. The boiling tea soup had already put out the fire.

There was already enough time for two cups of tea, so he stalled.

The sun, which was hiding behind the clouds, slowly climbed out, casting a hazy golden light on the earth.

"Come on, Brother Xiao, I still beat you by an inch."

The old man looked into the void and smiled. He finally closed his eyes in peace, like a traveler who was too tired to walk after a long journey. He lay on the ground and took a rest in the sun.

Taking the sky as the monument and the earth as the tomb, he fulfilled his promise and went to the martial arts competition with Xiao Guiyuan without any worries.