Brother, this showman

Gu Ren forced himself to recover, stepped forward and pulled Fang Yi back to his side, holding his arm tightly, as if this would make him feel safe.

"He Huaqiu, you still have the face to come back!" Gu Ren's face was as black as charcoal, and he stared at He Huaqiu with accusations in his words, "What are you doing back? See if we are dead or not?"

This was the first time Ye Wenqing saw Gu Ren, he looked like a human being, with a somewhat arrogant expression, more bandit temperament than Fang Yi said.

Hearing what Niu Erliang said just now, this Gu Ren should also know some spells. In order to prevent him from escaping, he waved his sleeves and cast a barrier to trap the two of them first, and then speak slowly later.

"What do you mean!" Looking at the enchantment that suddenly appeared beside him, Gu Ren shifted his anger to Ye Wenqing, wishing he could turn into a tiger and devour him at this moment.

"Let you catch up on the past." Ye Wenqing blinked, "You don't need to thank me, I just want to hear it too, after all, Master Gu played us pretty badly."

Gu Ren's eyes flickered slightly, and there was a trace of annoyance in his eyes, and he clenched his fists angrily.

"Okay." Fang Yi spoke first, and his eyes didn't shift for a moment when he fell on He Huaqiu, "Then please ask Master He to explain the whole story slowly."

He Huaqiu's mouth opened and closed, and finally turned into a helpless sigh: "Okay, but I have no spiritual power now, and I need Mr. Ye's help."

Ye Wenqing readily agreed: "Daoist He might as well just say it straight."

"Please trouble Mr. Ye to open the Chenqing illustrated book, so that everyone can see what I have experienced." He Huaqiu smiled slightly.

The Chenqing Illustrated Book is the things that the petitioner has personally experienced are slowly unfolded again in chronological order, and some things that the petitioner has forgotten and relatively vague memories will also be clearly revealed through the Chen Qing illustrated book.

The Chen Qing illustrated book is just like a historian, objectively recording your every word and deed from the perspective of others.

The most important point is - the petitioner in the petition guide must be a dead person, otherwise the petition cannot be made.

"it is good."

With He Huaqiu as the center, Ye Wenqing spread out a picture book of confession with his sleeves. The gossip factors in everyone's hearts were ready to stir again, and they rushed forward hoping to pick a good position.

Song Jihua thought it was noisy, so he sat at the back instead. Su He originally wanted to join in the fun, but seeing his benefactor who had taken care of him for so long was here, he couldn't go anywhere else, so he could only accompany him.

Everyone was looking forward to the things in the Chenqing illustrated book so much that they forgot that Mei Yougan was singing cabbage silently in the cold wind with her wet pants.

Accompanied by a sigh of mixed emotions, pictures began to appear in the Chen Qing illustrated book.

In June, the fire umbrella was high, sweating profusely.Pedestrians passing by can't wait to be shirtless and keep fanning the wind with their sleeves.Every time I saw a shade, I jumped left and right like a rabbit, just to seek the short-term coolness and relieve the irritability caused by the scorching heat.

The moisture of the trees on both sides of the winding and rugged mountain road has been evaporated, and the leaves are drooping down in dejection. Qi Qi complains about the abnormal weather.

creak creak.

An old scooter floated in the silent mountain forest, accompanied by the out-of-tune tune from time to time, and the cicadas on the trees were still for a while because of their interference.

"Second Master, there is a person lying on the road." The boy pushing the scooter is a boy in his teens, short and fat, with a funny appearance. It is undoubtedly Niu Erliang. .

Niu Erliang scratched his head, stretched his neck to look, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes: "He looks pretty good-looking, like glutinous rice balls, white and clean."

I saw that his skin was as white as snow, his sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, his facial features were different from those of southerners, they were more profound.I don't know if it's because of the hot weather, but my lips are bright red and shiny, as if I stole a girl's rouge to apply.

Niu Erliang subconsciously looked at his hands, curled his lips in disgust, why are they so dark.

Fang Yi lay comfortably on the cart, his face was covered by a green lotus leaf, one foot was still comfortably on the railing of the cart, and the hand hidden in his sleeve lazily tapped on the wooden board under his body : "Go around."

"Okay!" Niu Erliang responded, pulling the pole in his hand to the right, intending to avoid the man.

In the end, before taking three steps, the ankle was suddenly grabbed by the man, and he screamed at the top of his voice in fright. He kept kicking his feet and trying to break free from the hand, and the cart shook accordingly.

Fang Yi, who was lying on the cart, hit his forehead hard on the railing, and was scratched by a nail. The three-point displeasure in his heart was immediately watered by the scorching sun and quickly rushed to ten.

Fang Yi immediately sat up and took away the lotus leaves from his face, but his handsome face still carried a little childishness of youth, like new bamboo sprouting, ready to bloom, green, new, white and tender intertwined with a bit of toughness, yes That uninhibited young man is romantic.

With a stride of the long legs hanging on the railing, the whole person easily landed on the ground, walked to the side of the man with some difficulty, and kicked him: "Good dogs don't get in the way, so get out of here."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He he he he picked me with his fingernails!"

Fang Yi got impatient, raised his sleeves to cover the sun, kicked the man again, and said in a cold tone, "Speak if you are not dead!"

"He." The man raised his eyelids with difficulty, and opened and closed his thin lips.

"Speak up!" Fang Yi growled impatiently, "Sound as loud as a girl!"

He Huaqiu's pretty eyebrows frowned, as if dissatisfied with Fang Yi's description of him, he struggled to squeeze out the words: "He Huaqiu."

"He Huaqiu?" Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, "Okay, then get out of the way, you are blocking my way."

He Huaqiu suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight at Fang Yi, his figure was clearly reflected in the dark and bright pupils.

Fang Yi was a little surprised, he had never seen such a clean and clear gaze, without a trace of impurities, like the lotus flower that emerged from the mud, so clean that the darkness hidden in the depths of him could not be hidden, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid it. Open, but couldn't help but want to take another look.

Fang Yi turned his head away almost in embarrassment, looked into the distance, and made a decision that he didn't expect: "Niu Er, carry him into the car."

Niu Erliang looked at his second head in disbelief, and checked his ears to see if he was hallucinating.

"What? Didn't you hear?" Fang Yi turned his head and saw Niu Erliang foolishly digging his ears with his head tilted, feeling a little impatient for a while.

"I heard it, I heard it." Niu Erliang responded, hearing clearly and clearly.

At this moment, He Huaqiu finally let go of the hand holding Niu Erliang's ankle, and passed out with peace of mind.

Fang Yi: "..."

He Huaqiu was a little thin, but Niu Erliang put him on the cart with ease, and put his head upside down very thoughtfully.

"The more you look at it, the better it looks." Niu Erliang sighed again, "Second Master, don't you think this person is a fairy?"

Fang Yi sneered, and said mockingly, "It's a god and a down-and-out god."

"That's still a god." Niu Erliang chuckled, and gods really look good.

Fang Yi glanced at him: "Take your car honestly."

Niu Erliang took a step back, and suddenly saw He Huaqiu's fair skin was pinkish from the sun, and was about to mature. He couldn't bear it for a moment, and quietly stretched out a hand to the spot that Fang Yi had covered his face just now. lotus leaf.

"What are you doing again!" Fang Yi looked at the lotus leaf that moved half an inch back, his eyes darkened, and he gave a low shout.

Niu Erliang who was found was a little embarrassed, immediately withdrew his hand, lowered his head uneasily, and said embarrassingly: "It's hot, I'm afraid he will be exposed to the sun."

"Pull your car!" Fang Yi glared at him angrily, "He's been in the sun for so long, and he doesn't care about staying in the sun for a while longer."

After speaking, he jumped on the scooter and sat down with his knees bent. However, the space was limited, so he could only squat with his knees hugged.

The more Fang Yi thought about it, the more angry he became, and he wanted to beat someone up, so he squeezed He Huaqiu's face hard a few times, and seeing the circles of blush, he felt better.

Jianhe Village is on the top of the mountain, and there is still some distance away. Fang Yi buried his face in his knees and planned to squint for a while, but after a while, he found that his feet were numb and his neck was so sore that he could only lift his head.

He Huaqiu's face became more and more red, and the dense beads of sweat on his forehead shone golden in the sun, rolling down his cheeks from time to time like beans.

Er Dangjia scolded in disgust, but still very kindly picked up the lotus leaf that had more than half withered and covered his face, then pinched it again through the lotus leaf.

"Niu Er, hurry up, it's hot." Fang Yi raised his voice and urged.

After Niu Erliang received the order, he immediately pulled up his strength ten times stronger than that of a farming ox. In one go, he pulled three steep slopes in a row, and finally the cart stopped firmly in front of the gate of the village.

Niu Erliang's clothes were thoroughly soaked with sweat, he simply gave up on himself, took off his shirt and leaned against the stone wall, panting.

Fang Yi always had to go down to the ground, but his legs were so numb, it was as if he was stepping on a cloud, and he had no strength at all.

A slender figure suddenly walked out of the gate made of bamboo, with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Big boss." Niu Erliang stood up straight, cupped his fists and said to Gu Ren.

Gu Ren waved his hands, his eyes stayed on Fang Yi, and he said with a smile, "I thought you were going for a long time."

"Huh?" Gu Ren suddenly noticed that there was still a person lying in the cart. He stepped forward and looked at him, his smile was slightly stagnant, and then he returned to nature, looking narrowly at Fang Yi, "Where did you pick up this fairy? How lucky is it?" good."

"It's just a beggar." Fang Yi said unnaturally, and briefly explained the matter.

"That's it." Gu Ren was stunned, and waved his hand, "Okay, let him stay in the village for a few days, but be careful."

"Okay, I have a measure." Fang Yi nodded.

Qianhe village is just a bandit village that was established not long ago.Back then, when Gu Ren and Fang Yi were singing bandit banners, they didn't know where the news got out, and a large number of people suddenly poured out saying they wanted to join, so the village with only two people immediately became a village with nearly a hundred people.The reputation of the bandit village seemed to be realized in an instant.

It's just that they are not considered real bandits, after all, they haven't done anything outrageous, burning, killing and looting.

As soon as He Huaqiu entered the village, he became the focus of everyone's attention, and everyone said that there were gods in the village.Originally, Fang Yi casually threw him into a dilapidated thatched hut, who knew that everyone went to see one by one, and forcibly saw the thatched hut collapsed.

Fang Yi had no choice but to dig people and gophers out of a pile of thatch like carrots, and took them to his room.

There was only one bed in Fang Yi's room, and it was not firm enough, so he had to repair it every three to five days, but he still chose to put He Huaqiu on the bed, and he pulled a stool and sat on the edge of the bed, and fell asleep lying there.

Fang Yi dazedly felt his neck was cold, as if a piece of ice had been placed on it, and subconsciously reached out to touch it, but felt a tingling pain in his fingertips. When he opened his eyes, he saw a long sword on his neck.