Back Off, Let Me Come

The spring scenery is bright and the blue waves are rippling.

In a misty and misty place, there is a private school.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, the rhythmic ringing of bells rang in the small courtyard. A group of children who had long been unable to sit still looked at the Master eagerly. The master smiled and put down the book in his hand: "I know that you are eager to return home. When you return in three days, you will have to check your homework one by one." 】

The child with a bun smiled and grabbed his schoolbag, then lined up with several private school ladies outside the door to wait for adults to take them away.

The public security here is acceptable, and these students all have cultivation qualifications and are not afraid of ordinary dangers, but given their age, Master is worried about them going to and from school alone. It was the turn of the students on duty to stay and tidy up, while the other children bowed and said goodbye to the Master one by one.

The master also gave his mother-in-law a holiday for the holidays.

The private school then became quiet.

The Master lay on the deck chair in the courtyard and fell asleep for a while, when a rustling sound came from his ears: [Humph, where did this little thief come from? 】

A tall and sturdy shadow fell from the eaves.

This person was dressed like a fisherman, and his figure was extremely oppressive. Just standing there made people feel that the space was cramped. If any nearby residents come over, they will recognize him as the boatman who plows his boat upstream all year round. He likes to fish the most on weekdays, but it is a pity that he cannot catch many fish all year round. Some ordinary people who traveled across the Taiwan Strait to make a living couldn't afford the Sichuan boat fare, so they used a few small fish as compensation.

[I got some fish today, they are plump. 】

[Did you catch it? 】

[Whether it was caught by fishing or slapped by me? Anyway, I had to scrape my scales, cut my belly and put it in a pot to cook. 】

The master pointed the cattail leaf fan in the direction of the private school's kitchen.

The boatman was holding the fish and cursing.

His fishing skills are not good, but his cooking skills are good: [Last time I visited Zheng Qiao’s grave, a new restaurant opened in the town at the foot of the mountain, and its signature dish is this fish in sour soup. I tasted it and found out that it tasted really good, so I learned how to do it. 】

[Would someone else teach you the recipe for a happy life? 】

[Hmph, who is this old man? 】

Is life more important, or the recipe?

Besides, the chef of this restaurant also learned for free elsewhere, but he only benefited from the difference in information because the local people didn't move around much and didn't know the news elsewhere. The boatman has no burden for this, and he doesn't feel that he has done anything wrong.

The Master took a sip and said, "It's acceptable." 】

The boatman said: [I saw an acquaintance today. 】

The master did not ask who the acquaintance was.

The boatman had quick eyes and quick hands, and he picked up a few tender and plump fish fillets with just one chopstick: "Hey, I pointed him to the wrong way." 】

The Master said: [Aren’t you afraid of being punished? 】

The boatman glared, pointed to the sky and said: "That is rebelling against Tiangang and harming the people. I will go and beat the drum to sue him!" 】

The Master was noncommittal about this.

This pot of fish in sour soup was bottomed out before the guests came over.

There was a knock on the wooden door of the private school.

The master put down his bamboo chopsticks and said: "You clean it up." 】

[A delicate lady whose fingers are not touched by the spring water...] The boatman muttered, accepting his fate, putting away the leftovers and leaving some space. He could tell who was outside the door even through the courtyard wall.

The Master opened the door, and standing outside was a young man dressed in plain clothes and well-dressed, with wooden clogs on his feet, a bamboo hat on his shoulder, and an inconspicuous knife on his waist. At first glance, he looks like the most ordinary ranger kid in town.

It was foggy in the evening, and the young man's clothes were stained with moisture.

The master looked up at him, startled.

After a while, he stepped aside to allow the other party to enter.

【Why are you here? 】

The young man followed her, scanning the simple interior layout of the private school with his peripheral vision, and did not forget to reply: "The world has been settled, the world is peaceful, I have nothing to do, so I wanted to come to you to find a way to make a living." 】

【What can you do here with me? 】

[Perhaps the students still need a martial artist? It will be fine if you are in the opposition in the future, but if you are in government, you must learn martial arts to help you. 】

Regardless of the size of the court meeting, a full-scale martial arts display was performed from time to time.

Without any skills, it is easy to become bedridden.

The Master paused: [Have you resigned from office? 】

[I wanted to resign, but my petition was rejected, and Long Yan was furious. 】 The young man sighed, his always resolute and unyielding face full of pity, "I was demoted here. On the way to take office, I met a black-hearted boatman, and all my belongings were lost. Now I am so poor that I can only come to seek refuge with the Master... I hope that the Master will take pity on me and allow me a place to stay and a thin covering of clothing. 】

The master said: "That boatman is hateful." 】

The young ranger said: [It is indeed hateful. 】

A string of fish bones flew out from Xiaodong's kitchen, almost grazing the young man's cheek, and with a thud, completely submerged into the pillar behind him.

The boatman rushed to the master and said: "Get out!" 】

Then he said to the young ranger: "Get out of here too!" 】

A heartless couple!

The moon was at the top of the sky. After washing, the Master was sitting in the study preparing lessons. He rested his forehead with his bare hands, and his damp white hair fell in front of his eyes. She was about to tuck her hair behind her ears when she stroked her hair with one hand. The palm of his generous palm was warm, and in a short while, he used martial energy to dry her wetly. She pointed to the seat next to her and motioned for the young man to sit over and use it as a cushion for her. Her back ached after sitting for a long time.

[These are your students’ homework? 】

【Um. 】

[This handwriting is better than mine. 】

The master chatted with him and said: "She has talent, but her temperament is unstable. She is the naughtiest among the children in the private school." He often takes the lead in teasing other wives, but he has a sweet mouth and can fill people up with a bowl of ecstasy soup in just a few words. 】

As she spoke, she sighed deeply.

[This is now. If we push it forward ten or twenty years, at her age, she can be matched by the ice man and decide which family will be her wife. How can she be like a monkey, jumping up and down without stopping. ] Master said, [You can’t hit or scold...]

[You are her wife, why can’t you beat and scold her? 】

The master smiled and turned around in the young man's arms. Under the puzzled eyes of the young man, he held his right palm with both hands and placed it on his flat belly. Under the doubtful gaze of the other party, he smiled and said nothing. The master leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Who do you think she looks like?" 】

Young Ranger: [! ! ! 】

Cold comes and summer comes, autumn harvests and winter hides.

The private school sent away batches of students.

Some people are serving as officials in the government, while others are living in the wild world.

Only the master guards this private school, and occasionally a few friends come to visit, and the life is uneventful. She occasionally wanted to leave the private school and go for a walk farther away, but for some reason, she lost her mind every time she saw the swaying tree shadows peeking in from outside the courtyard wall.

[Thinking of the vastness of the world...]

She covered her eyes with her fingers, watching the sun pass through her fingers, and a ray of skylight shone on her face, feeling vaguely familiar.

Boom, boom, boom!

The wooden door was knocked again.

The master thought it was an old friend who came to the door, but when he opened the door, he saw an unfamiliar face. She looked at the other person warily. The person's clothing style was not like the current one, but more like the style from decades ago. Suddenly, a spiritual light struck through her soul, and her eyes suddenly opened wide.

The wind stopped and the clouds dispersed, and the sky broke through the misty rain.

Immediately afterwards, the world began to spin, and his vision was distorted by darkness.

[Ahem——] When she regained consciousness, she heard someone arguing around her, and the argument was very fierce.

【Liao Shaomei, you...】

[You should move faster...]

[…You both get out! 】

Immediately afterwards there was a burst of crackling movement, someone was pushed away, and the noise gradually stopped. She felt a burning pain in her throat, a cold blade and warm fingertips traveling on her skin, and some sharp object piercing her skin, followed by the pulling sensation of silk threads passing through her flesh... From time to time, there was also a feeling of... The breath of vitality permeates the whole body.

Fang Yan wiped the hot sweat from his forehead.

The wound on Mei Meng's neck has been treated, and her heartbeat is not as weak as it was at the beginning. However, Fang Yan is not sure whether he can wake up or whether there will be any sequelae. Walking out of the tent, Liao Jia and Luan Xin were still arguing.

The two of them just had to take the lawsuit to the Lord.

Their conflicts are actually not complicated.

Luan Xin wanted to copy Mei Mengcheng's way of being a scribe first, then copy Lio Jia's way later, and his progress would be directly increased by 2. Naturally, Liao Jia refused. If Mei Meng was allowed to complete the consummation ceremony, his consummation ceremony would have failed! After Luan Xin processed the news in his unhappy brain, he looked at Liao Jia with a look of resentment.

Co-author Liao Jia and Mei Meng's consummation cannot coexist.

Fang Yan inexplicably sympathized with Mei Meng, who was still struggling between life and death, and said: [The situation has stabilized, just send someone to take care of her in the future. 】

Lu Jue said: [Let me do it. 】

Fang Yan looked at him and hesitated to speak.

The Lord agreed to rescue Mei Meng for her remaining value. Once the value is obtained, it will be awkward for this person to deal with it.

Kill?

After rescuing people and then killing them, even if Lu Jue didn't get into trouble with his master, he would still get into trouble with Liao Jialuanxin. No one can guarantee that this hidden danger will not explode in the future, unless Lu Jue is also abandoned. Giving up Lu Jue for a half-dead Mei Meng? Lu Jue acted in a low-key manner, but as one of the elders, he also had great prestige in the military. How could he explain the cause of his death to others?

Keep?

It’s not easy to use such people, and people won’t agree to it.

There is a high probability that they can only be imprisoned.

Feeding one mouth will not waste much food.

Lu Jue didn't know what thoughts were running through Fang Yan's mind. He was extremely grateful to Fang Yan. Without his full efforts to rescue, Mei Meng wouldn't have been able to get her back. Seeing that his emotions were so obvious, Fang Yan couldn't help but pull him aside and whisper: "General, have you ever thought about how this person will be settled in the future?" You should think carefully and never touch the reverse scale. 】

Don't make things difficult for the Lord.

The Lord was willing to leave room for Lu Jue.

[Please give me some advice. 】

Fang Yan expressed his thoughts, but Lu Jue remained silent.

After a long time he said: [Thank you very much. 】

Imprisonment is indeed the best of both worlds.

The current situation is turbulent, and there will be a steady stream of things covering Mei Meng's related matters, and her sense of existence will fade away. Those who lost the war, like Wu Xian, have passed the limelight and are now living well.

Compared with life...

Freedom may be secondary.

Fang Yan said: [As long as you have an idea. 】

Literary scholar's physique was indeed much better than that of ordinary people, and he was only in coma for six days despite such a serious injury. She was awakened by the morning light falling on her eyelids on the seventh day: [Where is this? 】

When Lu Jue came back, Mei Meng, who had lost weight several times, was sitting on the bed with withered white hair and dull eyes. Only when he came in did the other party give any reaction. Before Lu Jue could be ecstatic, she asked lightly: "Where am I?" 】

Lu Jue suppressed the sourness rising in his throat.

[In my tent, the Lord will entrust you to my care. 】

【take care of? ] Mei Meng just woke up, her mind was in chaos, but she knew she shouldn't be alive, [Why save me? 】

Lu Jue's lips moved and told the truth.

Mei Meng's tense muscles relaxed.

[So that's the case, not surprising.] Because she is profitable to keep alive, so he saved her, this reason made her feel at ease, [My perfect ritual failed again, so it was Liao Shaomei who succeeded? After using me, did Shen Jun tell me how to deal with me?]

[It means, hand you over to me.]

[Hand you over?]

Lv Jue put the warm medicine aside: [Yes, Madam!]

[Hehe, Madam... Which Madam? Madam Mei Mengmei, or Madam Lu of you, Lu Jue?] She didn't know what she was thinking of, and a charming smile appeared on her face as before. She was beautiful even without makeup at this moment.

Lv Jue hugged her with satisfaction, buried his head in her neck and took a deep breath, as if to deeply imprint her breath at this moment in his soul.

[You can be any of them!]

Lv Jue sat up straight and looked into her eyes.

[Lv Shousheng.]

Mei Meng smiled and hooked her finger at him.

Lv Jue's eyes were bright, and he smiled and moved closer.

Pah——

A loud slap sounded, and his face was turned away.

Mei Meng said coldly: [Are you awake? ]

Lu Jue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the tip of his tongue touched his burning cheek. Mei Meng sneered: [I admit that I still have feelings for you, but you don’t understand me after all. No matter how much I love you, I will not run out of one cage and jump to another cage...]

[I have had enough of these gorgeous and precious flower pots! ]

Lu Jue hung his head and said nothing.

Mei Meng sighed: [Give me one of the white silk, poison wine, and dagger. Don’t worry, I won’t make things difficult for your master. ]

The flesh binds me, and I will break free from it with a thought.

Lu Jue: [Drink the medicine first. ]

Mei Meng didn’t argue with him.

Picked up the soup and drank it all in one gulp.

The soup has a calming effect. When she woke up again, she was no longer in the tent, but in a small hut in the mountains.

【Lü Jue? 】

【He's not here. 】

A strange female voice came from outside the door.

Mei Meng looked up at the female monarch leaning against the door frame and recognized her identity at a glance: 【What should I call you? 】

Shen Tang grabbed a stool and sat down: 【Whatever you want. 】

Mei Meng pursed her lips, not knowing Shen Tang's purpose.

Shen Tang said: 【Leave this hut and you will be free, but 'Mei Jinghe' is dead, died on the front line, buried alive under the mountain. You are a smart person, so don't make it difficult for me. 】

Mei Meng looked up at her in astonishment.

Shen Tang's incarnation Wu You had also dealt with Mei Meng before, but he had never seen the other party show such an expression, and felt a little fresh for a while: 【Surprised? You are seeking death in this battle, and living is counterproductive. Since you are dead, there is no such person as you in the world. From now on, you can call yourself anything, but you can't call yourself 'Mei Meng', understand? The most important thing is, don't let me see you on the battlefield again. 】

It took Mei Meng a long time to regain her thoughts: [Okay. ]

[It's better to do what you say, otherwise, Lv Shousheng will not be able to survive the next military stick. ] Shen Tang did not plan to let Mei Meng go free at first. Although he did not lock her up, he had to send her to the capital to be watched. But Lv Jue came to him late at night to beg for mercy.

Love brain is really a headache.

Shen Tang did not miss the surprise in Mei Meng's eyes.

She said: [He used his courage to guarantee you. ]

Mei Meng broke his promise, and his future was ruined.

Shen Tang: [My lady, take care. ]

Mei Meng didn't know when she left.

Standing outside the hut in a daze, she was awakened by a palm-sized fish tail. She looked angrily, but saw a one-armed man squatting on the fence: [I said, you have fun. After such a journey, you are still alive. ]

Zheng Qiao was so upset that he slapped his thigh and cried unfairly!

Mei Meng said after a while: [You are still alive? ]

[Bah, don't say these unlucky things. If it weren't for the fact that my Wudan Totem has many legs, how could I have only one arm broken? ] Qi Cang looked at the direction where Shen Tang left and spat, [The leader of a country is working as a spy under the enemy's tent, you are so shameless! ]

[She let you go? ]

[What else? On the battlefield is on the battlefield, and off the battlefield is off the battlefield! I survived by my own ability. If she doesn't accept it, go to Gong Xichou to settle the score. ] Qi Cang's face was a little proud when he talked about this. The one-arm didn't cause him much trouble. He also had the Wuqi incarnation. The Wuqi incarnation had all the hands and feet, which didn't affect his daily life. But, it's not very beautiful after all.

Go back and find a doctor from Xinglin to force his arm out.

|ω`)

Retired to the mountains and forests.

Mei Meng's life was just like her name. In the end, she broke free from the illusory cage and returned to the sky.

PS: The arrangement of Mei Meng is probably a coincidence. He reopened the academy where he had a banquet for his teacher and taught and educated people. Qi Cang was fishing as a boatman at the foot of the mountain. He saw students running around and playing on Zheng Qiao's tomb, and he was secretly happy.