red dust robbery

"Master Bao!"

Bao Zheng got off the sedan chair in front of his house, it was the sunset time, the sun was setting in the west, the sky was full of purples and reds, and the sunset glow was like blood, with an indescribably strange color.

He looked up at the sky, sighed, and looked at the yamen servant who came forward: "How is Zhanwei?"

"Mr. Gongsun is doing his best to treat him."

"Take me to see!"

When Zhan Zhao was sent back to the Kaifeng mansion, he was rushed into the palace at the same time. Although he had already made preparations, the development of the situation still exceeded his expectations.

The sky is bright and the sun is bright, evil spirits are at work, and there are three hundred forbidden soldiers, who are dying in the suburbs!

It's nothing short of a shocking case!

And it is said that Fang Jin, the commander of the imperial army, saved his life, but he will never be able to go to the battlefield again, and he is like a useless person.

As for Zhan Zhao, he still hasn't woken up.

"grown ups?"

When Bao Zheng came to Zhan Zhao's room, Gongsun Ce was concentrating on administering the needle for him, and everyone stood by, not daring to leave easily.

"Mr. Gongsun, how is the situation?"

"Looking at his pulse, he should be fine." Gongsun Ce had already given the last injection, but his expression was not relaxed, "Miss Ding went in time, Zhan Weiwei only suffered a little internal injury, but it was not very serious. It should be fine after a while, but..."

"how?"

"With this level of injury, he shouldn't be in a coma for so long..."

Gongsun Ce frowned and shook his head, feeling somewhat unsure of his own judgment.

Bai Yutang had been waiting impatiently for a long time: "Hey...Mr. Gongsun, can you see it correctly? Is there any hidden wound? I didn't see it..."

He wanted to go on, but Ah Jiu pulled off his sleeve secretly, and said slowly: "Mr. Gongsun is proficient in medicine, of course we can trust it, and the guard Zhan was seriously injured in the battle during the day. Tired, we just have to wait patiently."

Bao Zheng turned his attention to her.

If I remember correctly, it was this woman and Wang Chao Ma Han who sent Zhan Zhao back.

only--

"Miss Ding?" Bao Longtu obviously wanted to confirm some speculation when he called her that.

Before Ah Jiu could speak, Wang Chao had already rushed to say: "Master Bao, you don't know yet, she belongs to Mr. Zhan..."

fiancee...

Ah Jiu flew away with a sharp eye, cutting off the remaining three words.

Wang Chao closed his mouth sullenly, remembering the aggressive aura of this woman under the city gate, and hid silently in the corner—Master Zhan, the girl you are looking for is good, but this temper is too bad, brothers will suffer I'm sorry...

Bao Zheng's swarthy face finally showed that expression similar to that it was you. Although it was not obvious, it was exactly the same as the gossip expression of the people in Kaifeng Mansion when he reported his name a moment ago.

Ah Jiu couldn't help sighing, he clearly remembered that Wenqu Xingjun in his previous life was a meticulous person!

Bai Yutang, who probably knew the cause and effect, looked at her expression carefully and chuckled.

Gongsun Ce seemed to sense the strange atmosphere, and finally broke the silence: "Since the guard Zhan is fine, let's talk in another place..."

At this time the night had already fallen, Gongsun Ce lit a lamp in the study, and the dim candlelight illuminated his cheeks.

"My lord hastily entered the palace, but the case has already alarmed the emperor?"

"Evil spirits caused disasters, and three hundred soldiers died. The emperor's dragon face was furious, and he ordered our government to investigate thoroughly." Bao Zheng sighed, and then his eyes fell on Ah Jiu, "Miss Ding, I heard that you are the strongest opponent That monster just saved Zhan Huwei and Fang Tongling's life?"

"I am ashamed of you." Ah Jiu knew what he wanted to ask, "I just took advantage of the weapon, but I really don't know who the monster is, but I can be sure that it is not a mortal. On the other hand, I may not have a chance of winning."

The three-headed dragon's mana suppressed by the sword spirit could not be released stably. At that moment, she felt the sudden burst of combat power of the three-headed dragon. After the battle, she couldn't feel his morale at all. There were too many injuries, so I went out of the sheath and practiced kung fu to heal my injuries.

It's just that she didn't understand why the three-headed dragon's mana soared at that moment?

But recalling carefully, at that time she did feel a wave of familiar spirit around her...

"So, it's really a supernatural art?" Bai Yutang didn't personally experience what happened during the day, so there was unbelievability in his words.

"In the Three Realms, gods, monsters, mountain spirits and ghosts all have their own ways of survival. Master Bao, even if there are some mysterious magic, it is not a strange thing." Ah Jiu's thoughts returned to the original topic, although the present She also had no clue about the matter, but still said to Bao Zheng, "But all things are born and restrained by each other, and evil spirits act, there are also weaknesses and traces to be found, adults don't need to worry too much."

Bao Zheng looked at the woman in front of her who was calm and calm, and there was a hint of approval in his eyes: "What the girl said is true."

After a while, he said again: "Guard Zhan, you have a good eye."

When he said this, he felt a little relieved.

Ah Jiu was stunned for a long time before she realized that the corner of her mouth raised her eyebrows stiffly, but she didn't know how to answer.

Bai Yutang turned around, the smile on his face spread uncontrollably.

"What are you laughing laughing!"

When he came out, Bai Yutang was stared at, and the suave Chinchilla showed an innocent expression: "Hey, I didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, it's all because they think too much!"

After a pause, Fu shook his fan again, approached slightly, and lowered his voice: "I can't tell them that you are unilaterally planning to kick Zhan Zhao, right?"

"Bai Yutang, you!" Ah Jiu raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and placed Ju Que on his neck.

Bai Wuye shrugged involuntarily, but his face still had a leisurely expression.

Seeing it, Ah Jiu was immediately in awe of the royal cat who had been able to deal with this white mouse for many years-cousin was not patient, but very patient.

She took back the sword bitterly, but felt a movement in her palm, "Three-headed Jiao?"

Obviously, I haven't felt his movements for a long time, but this is suddenly——

A trace of scorching flames flashed across her eyes, she didn't care to greet Bai Yutang any more, held the sword, and flew towards Zhan Zhao's room.

"Zhan Zhao!"

Ah Jiu broke into the door, but the room was silent, only a dim light was lit, the injured young man was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, his face was pale due to weakness.

He seemed to be disturbed by the nightmare, fine beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, he frowned and clenched his teeth, as if he was holding back some kind of emotion.

Ah Jiu approached slowly, as if he remembered the days when he was disturbed by nightmares.

"Three-headed flood dragon?" She looked at the sword in her hand, and when she came in just now, the sound of the sword was very exciting.

"It's the master's consciousness!" Jian's voice became excited, "Just like in the battle just now, it seems that the stronger the fluctuation of the master's consciousness, the weaker the barrier of the sword spirit will be!"

That's why he was able to hit it in that instant?

Ah Jiu thought about it: "So, his spirit has begun to recover?"

"really?"

"It's the same as my previous situation. Once the soul starts to recover, it will often dream and retrieve the memories of the previous life intermittently. It took about a year for the whole process until the soul finally awakened..."

They are not gods who reincarnated normally through the Department of Reincarnation. Before they descended to earth, they forgot the past with a bowl of Meng Po soup. The souls separated by the power of the universe and the bowl were forced to reincarnate. Memory, however, it will take a lifetime to restore the primordial spirit to its original position.

Zhan Zhao's expression suddenly became painful, and he began to pant violently.

But Juque's light began to flourish, and the sharp edge overflowed from the scabbard.

Ah Jiu was slightly startled, and looked carefully, but saw that a silver pendant around his neck began to faintly glow with a cold light, and a faint golden cloud pattern loomed between the young man's brows.

This is—the eye of the sky?

It took her a lot to resist the urge to scream.

She never thought that the recovery of his soul would be so violent.

Yang Jian's physical body was sanctified, his soul and soul were fused together, and his power was extremely overbearing. Ordinary mortals would not be able to bear such strength. Ah Jiu also slowly awakened his soul that day.

But now, probably the battle during the day stimulated the buried memory in his subconscious, so he woke up early.

It's just that it's so intense, I'm afraid it will be detrimental to the primordial spirit.

She took a deep breath, took a step forward, pressed his hand, and slowly injected a wave of inner strength: "If you can't think of it, don't think about it..."

After an unknown amount of time, Zhan Zhao's breathing began to slow down.

The bleak luster of the silver pendant on the neck gradually dimmed, and the flowing golden cloud pattern seemed to have struggled a few times and finally disappeared between the eyebrows without a trace.

However, his expression did not become relaxed. Under the dim light, he looked very sad, miserable, without any concealment.

There will be no Zhan Zhao, nor will there be Yang Jian.

What was he dreaming about?

Is it Guanjiangkou more than a thousand years ago, or is it that brothers and sisters have turned against each other and separated under Huashan Mountain?

Is it the intrigues of the millennium, or the betrayal of relatives after the millennium?

Ah Jiu sat on the edge of the bed in a daze thinking, and saw a line of tears slipping down from the corner of his closed eyes, moistening his cheeks.