Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

The first day of August.This is the auspicious day originally set by Si Tianjian.

On this day, Yan Wujiu was supposed to lift the coffin of the deposed prince Murong Zhao out of the accompanying mausoleum after the solemn and solemn ceremony of offering sacrifices to the village, and set off to escort him to the Chang'an Imperial Mausoleum.

However, at this moment, he was on his way alone.

Yesterday morning, Yan Wujiu came out of the accompanying tomb, pretended to use Xu Wang's order to turn the situation around, and then led Yayuwei to kill Fengzhuang.

That group of mysterious assassins had previously used the names of King Xu and Yan Wujiu to disrupt the situation, but Yan Wujiu turned against them, thinking that they had fallen into King Xu's tricks.

If the plan is disrupted, even if they are desperate to blow up the accompanying mausoleum, as long as Yan Qing brings Murong Chenxi to the emperor, everything they do will be useless.

The leader of the assassins acted decisively, gave up the original plan to blow up the accompanying tomb, and ordered everyone to go all out to intercept Yan Qingdu.

Gu Yuexi pulled Yan Wujiu, although he was unarmed, he went all the way as if he was in nowhere, and successfully sent him to the intersection at the foot of the mountain, where he joined Fan Lei and the others.

At this point, Gu Yuexi let go of her hand, her whole body was spotless and meticulous.

His eyebrows were like the surface of a frozen lake, only calm and calm, watching Yan Wujiu get on his horse and leave.

Although this elegant and lonely son was alone and unarmed, standing there, none of the assassins trying to catch up could pass him.

Yan Wujiu rode on Juechen, followed by a group of guards in black clothes and crow feathers, like a falcon night owl coming out of a nest.

As soon as he left the boundary of Fengzhuang, Yan Wujiu stopped his horse suddenly.

With a calm and indifferent expression, without showing any emotions or anger, he stretched out his hand: "Bow. Crossbow."

When Su Jianqing heard this, he immediately handed over to Yan Wujiu the mechanism crossbow that he had obtained from the public loser.

More than 30 Crow Feather Guards were divided and scattered, and soon disappeared on the main road, leaving chaotic marks on the ground.

Not long after, the leader of the assassins led a group of people to detour from another intersection, carefully identified the traces, and a sneer flashed in his eyes: "Go this way, spread out and chase."

If Yan Qing was hiding at Gu Yuexi's side, they would have to be more or less afraid of the six doors, and they might have to think long-term.But he left alone, a mere Crow Feather Guard, with such a small number of people, he was simply seeking his own death.

Spreading out is a good idea, but it is useless for assassins who are good at tracking and chasing thousands of miles, and will only die faster.

"The order will go on, except for Yan Qingdu, the rest of the personality will be killed!"

Soon someone came to report and found the team suspected of being Yan Qingdu.

The leader of the assassins smiled proudly, with evil eyes in his eyes, and followed with a flick of his horsewhip: "Surround them."

Before he acted, all the terrain around him was already in his mind, and he could recognize Yan Qingdu's horseshoe just by looking at it. Even if the opponent changed horses and clothes, he could recognize Yan Qingdu's horseshoe just by looking at his back.

Going east, the terrain is flatter, even if there are slight ups and downs, the terrain is not too high.

From a bird's-eye view from a height, the team running between the woodland avenues is like a pack of hunting wolves, vigorous, flexible and swift.

The iron arrow moves slightly with the field of vision, looking for the head wolf of the "wolf pack".

The assassins surrounded the fleeing team, the leader reined in his horse and stood still, his eyes narrowed into slender snakes, and he shouted coldly: "Yan Qingdu, get out immediately if you don't want to die!"

The people in the crowd who were covered by layers finally revealed their true faces as the crowd moved in a panic.

Fan Lei's pale and thin face slowly lifted from under the hood, calm and solemn, his eyes looked indifferent, as if looking at a dead person.

The assassin leader's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately knew that he had hit the trick. Before he could turn around, the next moment, a sharp arrow from behind pierced his chest.

The first hit seemed to be missed, and he clutched his chest and was about to turn over and get off the horse immediately, using the horse's movement to cover.

However, just as he moved, the successive sharp arrows hit him like a torrential rain, finally immobilizing him.

With one last glance before the darkness came, he could only see the gorgeous and noble face condescendingly looking at him from a distance under the diffuse light of the morning sun. His face was neither happy nor sad, as if he was bored and disheartened.

There was not even a trace of fierce murderous intent, and the man's eyes never fell on his face.

The moment the arrow hit the target, Fan Lei, who was surrounded, drew out the long knife at his waist: "Kill!"

In an instant, the prey turned into a hunter, and turned towards the group of killers who had lost their leader.

After defeating the first wave of pursuit, the opponent may have lost their leader and reorganized their team, Yan Wujiu can go on the road safely for a long time here.

Until the evening of July 29, they stayed in a wild shop for a rest.

Set up three warning lines around them, as long as the killer catches up, they will know immediately.

In the middle of the night, Yan Wujiu, Fan Lei, and Su Jianqing were discussing the follow-up route in the room, but there was a sound of porcelain being smashed in the courtyard, and there were several wild cats and birds calling.

All this should be very normal, but Yan Wujiu frowned.

Fan Lei opened the window and looked carefully. In the corner of the darkness, he saw a hand dragging across the ground.

Without any warning, the killer approached them.

Everyone in the Crow Feather Guard was in a coma, their food was drugged at some time, even Fan Lei, who was familiar with the tricks of the world, didn't notice it.

Only because Yan Wujiu was too picky, he would rather be hungry than take a bite of what he didn't like, and Su Jianqing and Fan Lei were busy with security, and they didn't get any water, so they escaped disaster.

Fortunately, this round of assassins were hidden among the Crow's Feather Guards. There were only a small number of assassins, so only three of them barely won.

Because of protecting Yan Wujiu, Fan Lei received a hidden weapon in his left arm.His complexion was already pale, thin and slightly gloomy, if Yan Wujiu hadn't smelled blood, he wouldn't have noticed.

Su Jianqing was unharmed, but her expression was chilling.

Yan Wujiu pondered for a while: "Let's go separately."

Su Jianqing took a group of people along the official road, and used King Xu's token to dispatch the government's troops along the way, with great momentum.At the same time, pretending to be that Yan Qingdu was assassinated and seriously injured, he only wanted safety, not speed, and went to Bianjing.

Fan Lei led a few people out day and night, setting up suspicious formations on the rivers and lakes, spreading false news from time to time, so that the killer could not get the real information and detoured to the Chang'an Imperial Mausoleum.

Yan Wujiu counts as a team by himself.

Hearing the last sentence, both Su Jianqing and Fan Lei faintly disagreed.

Yan Wujiu's expression was calm and calm, without the fierce and vicious intentionally showing his sharpness to frighten the enemy when he was with the mausoleum, he looked a little loose, as if he was on a spring outing, and he didn't have the urgency to flee and be hunted down.

His eyebrows and eyes are slightly curved, and there is a faint smile in his eyes under the dim butter lamp, his eyelashes are lightly fanned, like a frivolous and rich man: "When the time is right, I will bring Murong Chenxi to find any one of you, then Time is the most dangerous time. Therefore, you must guard closely to ensure that the power in your hands is enough to resist the enemy's last madness. Before that, hold on to the truth, and let people know when it is almost time. Nothing. I'll be safer when I come back."

Although this plan is dangerous, it is undoubtedly the safest method if it is strictly implemented.

Besides, even though Yan Wujiu looked calm and indifferent, he used to go his own way and say what he said, and the plan he set would never be changed.Su Jianqing and Fan Lei looked at each other, pondered for a moment, and Fan Lei nodded first.

So, taking advantage of the death of the second wave of killers and the other members of the Crow Feather Guard being stunned, they immediately implemented the plan.

False and true, naturally it is best to deceive the people around him, making them think that Yan Qing is with him, and later feel that he is in another group of people, so that he can even deceive the people who are chasing and killing.

In the shadow of night, both teams left.

Only Yan Wujiu found another resting place nearby, wearing a bamboo hat and holding a bamboo, on which hung a long scroll with four characters: White Clothes Divine Fortune Telling.

There are legends in the Jianghu that when the magic machine of the six doors was walking in the Jianghu, he once acted as a fortune teller, and he was famous for his straight mouth.Later, after the case was resolved, everyone knew that the magic stick who claimed to be a magician in white was a magic machine that the dragon could not see the end of, and they immediately flocked to it.However, no one is bound to be found again.

Where there are hotspots, there is never a shortage of followers.

As a result, like mushrooms after a spring rain, charlatans in white clothes who claimed to be fortune tellers popped up all over the world overnight.Or claiming to be a descendant of the gods, fabricating some connections with the gods, and one is a scam.

Even though nine of the ten fortune tellers on the street later claimed to be magic fortune tellers in white clothes, everyone ridiculed them when they mentioned it, and many people still follow suit today.

Therefore, the customers in the small dilapidated shop took a look at the person who came in. Although he was clean and not visible, he had a unique bearing. He raised his eyelids and thought it was some special person, but he saw the stick in his hand first. He said: "The magic in white clothes."

All of them immediately drooped their eyelids, shook their heads, and even rolled their eyes.

Hearing it again, the other party opened his mouth with familiar slang words, and he knew that this was an old liar who was reserved, indifferent, and immoral.

Even the black shop knows that the more this kind of fake fairy, the more the old fox who has practiced for many years, accidentally even his own people on the road will be cheated and count the money for him.

Xiaoer greeted lazily.

Hearing the magic stick under the bamboo hat, with elegant demeanor and extravagance almost deliberately, he said softly to him: "A bowl of clear water, a white steamed bun, and a serving of green vegetables and tofu."

He paused, raised his chin with extra restraint, and said subtly: "If the hard-boiled eggs are still three Wen a piece, I'll ask for another one."

Well, still a poor man.

"Why, business is not good?"

The man took a sip of water, as if it were wine, and then relaxed as if he had returned home, sighed, and said in a voice like a fake fairy: "It was a big business, and it will not be opened for at least three years. The result is A reckless young man... I naturally can't care too much about young people."

Hey, isn't it because you were exposed when you lied to someone?No wonder he was wearing a bamboo hat, I'm afraid he was beaten up a lot.

Yan Wujiu spouted nonsense contemptuously, thinking of the reading materials compiled by others in the study, a little smile appeared on his lips, he could use what he had learned.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

The thief Jiujiu cat ran rampant in the rivers and lakes.

On the first day, a certain lord cheated the token of the dried fish, took a bite and lost it for the first time.

The next day, the plum blossom paw pad that lied to the world's number one hunting dog pinched it, and ran away after pinching it.

On the third day, he was tricked into playing on Qinggao's spirit deer's back, and secretly biting the deer's antlers.

On the fourth day, the mask of the most clever and cunning fox in the forest was tricked away.

On the fifth day, Jiujiu cat put on a fox mask and swaggered down the street: Guess who I am?

Then, everyone in the forest knew that the bad thing was done by the fox!

……

At this time, Chirp Cat was suddenly picked up, and immediately exploded!

However, it was gently placed on the back.

Chirping Cat Ah Woo bites the ear of the vicious dog Fake Satsuma, super vicious: It's all your fault, I have never been able to find me, so I became a thief.

The vicious dog lay on the ground, being bullied without saying a word, with its tail lightly sweeping back and forth, its ears trembling: yes.