big master, big liar

It was rare for Song Xuan to have a good night's sleep.

Even though he is used to sleeping at night and going out at night, in the past few days, Song Xuan has hardly slept a single day. When he closes his eyes, his eyes are full of blood. Do not go.

But that night, Song Xuan dreamed of Sifang City many years ago. He was a wandering knight-errant who was alone, and Fang Qiutang was an illegitimate child who was left alone.

The two of them couldn't get into the academy, so they hang out among the Goulan tiles, listening to other people's songs, listening to them fascinated, Fang Qiutang wrote down the words and taught him one by one.

They dawdled on the roofs of Sifang City, under the trees, and in the depths of the alleys, learning to drink the cheapest alcoholic beverages, with three or two copper coins clanging in their pockets, with no rags on their bodies, not even passing by. The beggars were unwilling to look at them more.

Fang Qiutang would go crazy if he drank too much, pointing and scolding God, why should he suffer such poverty and suffer such a crime.

Song Xuan was still awake, and hurriedly pulled him: "Don't talk nonsense, you will be punished by heaven."

Fang Qiutang opened his mouth, hiccupped, and laughed: "You only believe in these things. There is no such shit as God's punishment. I have never seen a few bastards get retribution. God just has eyes. Eighty percent is also a snobbish eye."

Song Xuanshang was puzzled, but only heard the fluttering of silk and bamboo in the Goulan. Fang Qiutang was already unconscious, knocking bricks and tiles along with the song, singing and laughing.

"Peng has [-] yuan, [-] yuan around his waist, and he is used to riding on the back of a crane in Yangzhou. The situation is close, the scenery is waning, and the gold is not rich. Heroes. A world between heaven and earth. White is also the eye. Blue is also the eye."

At that time, Song Xuan was young and couldn't quite understand what he heard, but he just thought it was interesting.After waiting for a few days, I asked Fang Qiutang who was sober again, but he faltered and said that he was drunk and couldn't remember.

This would be a dream, his dream was the blue bricks and white tiles, and Fang Qiutang's slurred libretto in a drunken haze.

It wasn't until the sun was high that he woke up from his dream by chanting the same words.

My whole body hurts.

In a trance, he couldn't tell whether he was in the military camp, or still in the deep alley of Sifang City, drunk into a puddle of muddy water.

Until someone called him outside: "Master of the State Teacher."

Only then did he become conscious in a daze.

"Come in." He responded.

A young gang leader walked in outside, and he was responsible for taking care of the place these days.

He came in with the food, saluted Song Xuan, and said with a smile: "My lord missed the meal, so I will save some for you. I don't know if it suits your taste."

Song Xuan rubbed his eyes, got up from the bed, took the food, it was still warm, although it was rough, but there were meat and vegetables, so he knew that the other party was caring: "I'm sorry."

The leader of the gang showed a row of white teeth: "If there is no one, you can't miss the master of the country."

Song Xuan couldn't help but also laughed, his movements touched yesterday's wound.

He was injured on his arm, and it was not easy to bandage and change one hand, so he thought that nothing would bother the two masters, and said, "As soon as you go back to Tianji Camp, help me find Fang Qiutang."

The gang leader said: "Master Fang went out early in the morning today, and didn't even prepare food for him."

Song Xuan was taken aback, and suddenly remembered that this person told him yesterday that he was going to pick up his lover.

I had to laugh: "Forget it, you go to the back and call Xie Qingzhu."

The gang leader saluted neatly and went out.

But what Song Xuan didn't expect was that Fang Qiutang didn't come back until the sun was setting.

He couldn't help being a little irritable, running around like a headless chicken: "I think the luggage should have arrived today, even if he didn't pick up anyone, he should be back, why didn't he even move?"

Xie Qingzhu comforted him: "Maybe it's a bit late today, Boss Fang is waiting."

Song Xuan felt at ease, but still felt something was wrong.

Until the sun went down, the ominous premonition became more and more serious, Song Xuan slapped the chopping board and stood up: "No, I have to go and see."

"Shall I go with you? Or call the Wujia army?" Xie Qingzhu asked.

"Order people, call them all." Song Xuan was absolutely right about the Wujia Army. "I'll go and tell the general, let's set off immediately."

Xie Qingzhu also knew that something was wrong.

Song Xuan hurried to the main tent, and couldn't wait to report at the door, so he broke in: "General—"

Suddenly the footsteps stopped.

Besides Ji Yunqi, there were other people in the camp.

Ji Ni, and a monk he had never seen before.

Seeing Song Xuan's agitation, Ji Yunqi knew he was in a hurry: "What's wrong?"

Song Xuan stared at Ji Ni: "Where is Qiutang?"

Ji Ni was startled, and his face immediately changed: "What did you say?"

"He said he was going to meet you this morning, and he went early, but he hasn't come back yet."

Ji Ni's eyes widened, his face pale: "I've never seen him before."

problem occurs.

Song Xuan pursed his lips tightly.

Ji Yunqi's face also became ugly.

Now that the training of Tianji Battalion has been completed, Fang Qiutang, who can create strange weapons and armaments, is definitely a rare talent.

It can even be said that Fang Qiutang is more important than this half of the camp.

If he falls into Nantu's hands...

Song Xuan immediately stood up: "I'll take someone to investigate the situation."

Ji Yunqi nodded without thinking, and he also knew that the leader Song Xuan was talking about could only be the Wujia Army.

Ji Ni immediately stood up: "I'll go too."

Song Xuan took a deep look at him: "If you are also in case, I can't take care of you."

"Then I'll go too," Ji Ni said. "Young master is useful to Nantu, but I am not useful to them at all. Don't worry about me."

The two confronted each other for a while, but the monk who had never met before suddenly said: "If Fang Qiutang dies, Dayao can live."

These two people are all in one.

Ji Ni's expression was gloomy: "What did you say?"

The monk's expression remained unchanged, he watched him quietly, but seemed to be looking at others beyond him: "Monks don't tell lies."

"Bam—"

A crossbow bolt flew past the monk's scalp and nailed it behind.

"Song Xuan!" Ji Yunqi stood up.

"Fart your mother." Song Xuan stared at the monk and sneered.

This time the monk did not speak.

Song Xuan dragged Ji Niafeng out in a hurry.

Ji Yunqi frowned, and said to the monk, "Master, I've surprised you."

The monk's eyes drooped slightly, and there was neither joy nor sorrow on his face: "It's nothing, the poor monk came here for this."

Ji Yunqi was slightly taken aback.

He met this master Lie when Ji Hui was still around.

It is rumored that he has been here since the time of the emperor. If we really count, he should be more than 100 years old now, and he is an out-and-out old man.But looking at his face, he was still in his early 30s.

It was as if it had stood still in time.

This great master, apart from living in the palace in his early years and then traveling around the world, has never appeared again.

He didn't even take a look at Ji Hui's death and burial.

What is the reason for Mao rashly running to southern Xinjiang now?

"The poor monk is waiting for a cause and effect."

Liao replied calmly as if he had seen through his thoughts.