subordinates dare not

Huo Yi held the long sword in his right hand, turned his wrist, and pulled out the sword flower. The sound of jingling filled his ears. Huo Yi occasionally took the opportunity to turn around, and looked back at the section of the river where Meng Fuyuan was hidden. Opening his eyes, he didn't dare to linger too much in his eyes, for fear of causing unreasonable disaster to Meng Fuyuan.

The two disciples worked together and cooperated closely, with their backs touching each other and their long swords in their hands.

Huo Yi was worried that Meng Fuyuan would not be able to sustain it. He was always afraid of the cold, and taking the water route was the best choice after weighing the pros and cons. Huo Yi originally calculated that the time for swimming the river was already the limit that Meng Fuyuan could support. It's all tormenting, and it's possible to rush out of the water to fight, Meng Fuyuan is also affected by the soul-calling array, two against two, the result is not clear.

The battle must be resolved quickly, and we can no longer... hide our clumsiness.

Huo Yi clenched the hilt of his sword with his right hand, pretending to show his flaws, and the two disciples took the opportunity to break up their back-to-back cooperation, and instead pinched Huo Yi from left to right. Huo Yi had expected that a backflip landed behind them, and at the same time he pulled out Pull out the scabbard, hold the hilt tightly with your right hand, and tap the back of the necks of the two with both hands at the same time, the movement is crisp and neat, one step in place——

The disciples of Ling Hao Pavilion fainted at the same time and hit the river bank heavily.

This trick has been tried and tested.

Huo Yi hurriedly jumped into the river, put his arms around Meng Fuyuan's waist, and led him out of the river, only to find that Meng Fuyuan's eyes were closed at this moment, his brows were tightened, his cheeks were morbidly pale, his body trembled violently, shaking like chaff.

"Master!" Huo Yi exclaimed in a low voice, wrapped Meng Fuyuan with a wide robe, trying to force the remaining warmth of the autumn wind to blow away again and again, and then flew up to the eaves, walking like flying.

Meng Fuyuan may have fallen into a state of insanity, so he didn't answer, but just shrank even tighter into Huo Yi's arms, his lips moved, as if he was whispering, words stuck together, he didn't know what he was talking about.

Huo Yixin said, the owner of the villa is sick, the most urgent thing is to respond to Ming Er and the others in time!

The pace under his feet became faster, Huo Yi was worried that Meng Fuyuan's body would be unbearable, so he hugged him a little tighter, and suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders, and saw Meng Fuyuan put his chin on Huo Yi's shoulder in a daze, with bloodless lips The flap and the right ear were getting closer, and the voice was so close, Huo Yi finally heard the other person's words clearly——

"Yan Yuanbai...how did you know...that gesture?"

Feeling suffocated, Huo Yi's footsteps seemed to pause for a moment, and then he walked quickly between the streets and alleys, his skirts flying.

A ray of setting sun like a drop of blood broke through the window, and the afterglow fell on the face of the light sleeper.

Meng Fuyuan opened his sleepy eyes, his head was still groggy like cast iron, and saw that he was already lying on a low couch, covered with a thick layer of silk quilt, the room was simply furnished, only some necessary wooden tables and chairs.

Although the surrounding environment was extremely unfamiliar, Meng Fuyuan knew that he was out of danger. The furnishings here were almost the same as those on the drawing paper of Ming Er's Institute. Meng Fuyuan's eyes fell on the bamboo pattern carved on the corner of the wooden table. Two's house.

Ming's subordinates are distributed in the Ezhou area, and he should have succeeded in the second round with Ming with the cooperation of Yan Yuanbai.

Meng Fuyuan never thought that he would be able to compete with Chao Zixuan.Asking the shadow guards to transfer the important items in Linghao Pavilion in advance, and asking Ming Er to send people to guard outside Linghao Pavilion to respond, are all because Meng Fuyuan was worried that he would need to escape, just in case he stayed behind.Fortunately, he was well prepared, otherwise Meng Fuyuan would be self-defeating and send himself into the opponent's hands if the incident happened suddenly.

The calculation of Chao Zixuan this time can be said to be shocking and safe, but it is not fruitless and futile.

At least Meng Fuyuan knew that Chao Zixuan knew from the very beginning that his birth date was the same as Shen Zhuo.

So the intimacy and enthusiasm when we first met, did you really feel that you were somewhat similar to Shen Zhuo, or did you start calculating yourself at that time, lowering your vigilance, and wanting to use yourself as a vessel for summoning souls?Later, when Chao Zixuan took the initiative to take him to Canglang Zhuanting, he probably didn't just want to help a group of Wuwei Villas, but had ulterior motives.

How many people who can become the leader of a faction are not good at calculating?

Meng Fuyuan sneered, at first he wanted to deduce the clues he got recently, but the closed door was pushed open with a creak——

It's Yang Qi.

Yang Qi held a roll of acupuncture cloth in his hand, "The owner is awake?"

"En." Meng Fuyuan nodded.

"That subordinate happened to give acupuncture to the owner."

Yang Qi skillfully unbuttoned Meng Fuyuan's clothes, applied the needles one by one, concentrated on them, slowly turned the needles into the skin, flicked them a few times with his fingertips, and after finishing all the needles, a dense layer of sweat appeared on his forehead At this time, Yang Qi asked: "The owner of the village is afraid of the cold, and he has finally recuperated for the better. In the future, he must not be immersed in cold water for more than a quarter of an hour!"

Meng Fuyuan chuckled, "This incident happened suddenly, it was really a helpless act, I will definitely pay attention in the future."

Yang Qi was expressionless and didn't answer, probably because he didn't believe Meng Fuyuan's promise, turned around, and was about to leave when the door rang again.

Lu Jiu pushed open the door and rushed over, "Master, you finally woke up, you scared me to death! When Hero Yan carried you back, he was very anxious. I saw that your face was pale, and I was terribly worried! "

"En." Mentioning Yan Yuanbai, Meng Fuyuan's eyes suddenly became deep, "By the way, where is Yan Yuanbai?"

Yang Qi: "I was making medicine for you just now."

Meng Fuyuan's eyes were half-downcast, and the faint smile on his face disappeared, instead revealing an air of majesty and solemnity, "You tell him later, I want to see him."

Yang Qi nodded.

Hearing this, Lu Jiu interjected and joked, "The owner saw him? Could it be that he was moved by his sincerity? You don't know, the owner. You didn't wake up all night, and Yan Daxia didn't sleep all night. He stayed by the owner's side. Now He went to the kitchen to make medicine for the owner. Our shadow guards saw him working hard and wanted to replace him, but he was still unwilling. I saw that Hero Yan really did his best and was sincere! If Hero Yan was a woman, I would We must persuade the owner to marry her!"

Lu Jiu was joking, thinking that Meng Fuyuan would scold him, but he didn't want Meng Fuyuan to be silent for a long time after hearing the words.

After a while of silence, Meng Fuyuan spoke to Yang Qi: "You don't have to pass the message for me, let him have a good rest."

Lu Jiu was dumbfounded for a moment, and after a while he stuttered and asked, "Zhuang... Zhuangzhu, do you also have... have..."

"What's there?" Meng Fuyuan glanced over coldly, "Bring me the pear-wood bookcase in my luggage, don't mistake it, it's the wooden box with gold leaf wrapped around the four corners."

interesting?

Lu Jiu was suddenly discouraged, and dared to whisper in his heart.

Seeing that Lu Jiu was still in a daze, standing still, Meng Fuyuan reminded: "What are you doing here, the owner of the village can't order you? I need the book case urgently, so go and come back quickly."

"Your subordinates obey." Lu Jiu flew away after hearing the words.

Yang Qi followed closely behind.

After a while, Lu Jiu brought the book case that Meng Fuyuan wanted, and as soon as he handed the things to Meng Fuyuan, Lu Jiu left consciously and closed the wooden door.

Meng Fuyuan was the only one left in the bedroom. He sat on the couch, stretched his right hand into the skirt of his clothes, touched back along the collarbone, and took out a red string tied around his neck. A key was hung on the red string. Meng Fuyuan alone He untied the red knot with his hand, took off the key, and opened the book case. There was a neat stack of books inside. On the cover of the top book were the five characters "Prophecy of the Celestials and Humans" written in the secret language of the Celestials and Humans.

However, Meng Fuyuan's intention is not the secret of the Celestial Human Race.

Stretching his right hand to the bottom along the side of the bookcase wall, Meng Fuyuan pulled out a book that was pressed at the bottom, opened it to read, the book was blue, there was no inscription on the cover, and there was only one sentence in it, which can be said to be nothing. It is useless, but Meng Fuyuan put it together with the prophecies of the Celestials and Humans. One can imagine the status of this blue book in the heart of its owner.

A quarter of an hour later, Meng Fuyuan closed the book with deep and gloomy eyes.

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Seven times less.