I am the poor scholar

The people who stood in front of him just now surrounded the man, bowing their heads in submission.

And the many bandits who chased Bu Qingyun fiercely just now were subdued by the common people one by one.

The hustle and bustle fell silent for an instant.

Bu Qingyun looked at the man's cheek in the distance.

It seems that because of the familiarity of the voice, a strange intuition arose in Bu Qingyun's heart.

This man will not collude with bandits.

Bu Qingyun breathed calmly, letting his gaze calmly sweep over the man in the distance.

Seeing the man walking towards him like a leisurely stroll, a shallow dimple appeared under the corner of Bu Qingyun's mouth.

I really don't know whether it is boldness or stupid people have stupid blessings.

If it weren't for the bloodstains on his clothes and face, Bu Qingyun could be said to be nonchalant, as if he was welcoming a friend who came from afar.

The young man stepped forward slowly.

The folding fan fanned slowly, creating a breeze.

The two walked slowly, and finally stopped three steps away from each other with a tacit understanding.

The closer you get, the more vivid that intuition becomes.

Looking at this man's face, temperament, and even his hand just now, he will definitely not be in the same league as the bandits.

Bu Qingyun thought about his enemy carefully.

In an instant, the pear nest is deeper.

Meng Ming and Wang Juzi would definitely not be able to hook up with such an imposing figure.

He Shi Shiran imitated the Jianghu people and cupped his hands: "My lord, it's okay to talk. Can I take a bath first?"

"No." The man said in an indifferent tone that made people's teeth itch, "If I lose my interest after you take a bath, what should I do?"

Previously, the emotional ups and downs fluctuated too much, and the anger in Bu Qingyun's heart briefly sprang up like a splash, and then disappeared.

He smiled obediently: "I'm in such a mess now, you don't feel comfortable watching it when I'm talking."

The man cherishes words like gold: "I'm a rough person, I don't mind."

Unforgiving.

Bu Qingyun took a deep breath, and the corner of his mouth dropped.

Tired of laughing.

He simply said bluntly: "Will you kill me? If you don't kill me, let me take a bath."

"Heh." The corners of Xiao Yang's thin lips curled up, revealing a mocking expression, and he asked without answering, "You and King Yan are destined for marriage?"

"Yes." Bu Qingyun seemed to be grinding his teeth, "He said that our destined marriage is a match made in heaven."

"You saved his life?"

Bu Qingyun has never been so tired, even his bones and flesh are heavy, why is this person so entangled in the matter of King Yan?

He said, "Yes."

The man gave way and pointed to the path down the mountain, "Run along here and you can see the official road."

Bu Qingyun's eyes brightened slightly, and soon he quickly objected: "Will you kill me?"

If he ran down the mountain covered in blood, the one who greeted him must be a government servant.Although he can save himself with the help of Bachelor Duan's name, there are simpler measures in front of him.

Now the cottage, it looks like it is in the hands of this person, and it is a matter of taking a bath.

Why look far away.

With a tense face, Xiao Yang stared at Bu Qingyun for a long time.

When the scholar mentioned Jiming Temple and King Yan, Xiao Yang was amazed and admired at the same time.

Although I don't know what went wrong, but being able to deduce my identity is a merit.

Xiao Yang stared at the scholar who was three steps away, and slowly raised the tails of his long and narrow Danfeng eyes: "Go take a bath."

After saying that, the bald old man who was waiting behind Xiao Yang came to Bu Qingyun carefully, lowered his head and showed the back of his neck: "Please come with me, sir."

Bu Qingyun stared at the old man.

After a while, there was a feeling of gratitude for escaping from birth.

"Thank you."

Xiao Yang put the scimitar back into its sheath, threw the scimitar aside, and when he turned around, a cold light suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes.

"Stop!" Xiao Yang stopped turning around, facing the old man leading Bu Qingyun, he stretched out his hand and said, "Hand it over."

The light in the corner of Cai's eyes was a sharp weapon.

Gradually, awe-inspiring expression gathered in Xiao Yang's eyes, and his pupils were fixed on the slightly hunchbacked old man.

"what happened.

The scholar seemed to be suspicious, but before turning around completely, his words stopped abruptly.

The hunchbacked old man straightened up. He was a man as tall as a scholar.

The pair of shriveled hands moved flexibly, and a scalp-numbing coldness appeared on the skinny face just now.

"You're not going to leave me here while I'm in the shower. You have to be with me."

The scholar's thoughtless sentence successfully attracted Xiao Yang's attention.

Xiao Yang's eyes caught the young man's blood-stained cheeks, and seeing that face getting closer, the corners of his mouth suddenly curved up: "It's a little clever."

It was the same at Jiming Temple last time.

"Hey." The scholar's attitude was positive and he didn't know if it was true or not, he walked slowly towards Xiao Yang with his hands behind his back, and he still remembered being arty when he folded his fan, "For now..."

His face was covered in blood, which was really unsightly.

"Noisy." Xiao Yang turned to Amber's pupils indifferently, frowned and looked at the old man who was slowly straightening up.

Just standing up straight, the old man in his dying years was instantly replaced by a hale and vicious snake.

The dagger is really easy to carry.

Xiao Yang thought casually.

Lifting his head slightly, Xiao Yang looked at the old man, and pointed his scimitar at the old man of unknown origin.

"who are you?"

The air seemed to stop flowing, and all the people who were busy just now stopped what they were doing.

All eyes were focused on the bald old man and the young man, and an invisible confrontation spread between them.

I don't know if it's because of his nervousness, or because he was young and frivolous, the scholar walked towards Xiao Yang slowly as if no one else was around in the tense atmosphere of the two of them.

Finally, he stood beside Xiao Yang.

"Now you and I are grasshoppers on the same rope."

Xiao Yang casually cast a glance at the scholar standing beside him, his brows painted with thick ink slightly raised, and surprise flashed across his eyes.

Although he disliked the scholar's frail body, he never expected that the two of them would be about the same height when they stood together.

"As you wish." Xiao Yang said indifferently.

"Thank you." I heard the scholar say so.

On Bu Qingyun's face, the clouds are calm and the wind is light, but his heart is occupied by "one wave of unrest and another wave" and "misfortunes never come singly".

Life is like a play.

It's really a chain.

Glancing at the man beside him, he elbowed the man, Bu Qingyun said: "Brother, what's your name?"

"Xiao Shiqi."

If Bu Qingyun devotes his attention to pondering these three words at this moment, he may recognize this person immediately.

However, Bu Qingyun was concentrating on looking at the old man in front of him, and when he smiled, he revealed a shallow pear hole: "Man, why did you come to the cottage? How bad."

The old man on the opposite side turned a blind eye.

Bu Qingyun closed the fan, rubbed the tip of his nose with his index finger, and smiled harmlessly: "You should know..."

"Shut up!" the old man snapped.

It was clearly the voice of a middle-aged man!

The corner of Bu Qingyun's mouth twitched, and after realizing that his knowledge was shallow, he immediately said with great interest: "Disguise?"

The interest was still rising, but someone grabbed his arm suddenly, and Bu Qingyun was about to shake his hand, but suddenly there was a sound of piercing in his ear.

Bu Qingyun's pupils shrank suddenly, and then his body was pulled by a strong force, and Bu Qingyun bumped into a man's shoulder.

call out--

The arrow passed through where Bu Qingyun was standing just now.

The author has something to say: an author who worked hard to make Wang Ye and Xiaobu celebrate the new year!

No matter what, let Xiaobu and the prince have a new year!