"I have a small motorcycle, but I never ride it..."
Shen Tang was not honest at all while riding on the back of a motorcycle, sometimes singing loudly and sometimes picking leaves and flying flowers. Accompanied by the sound of "ding bell, tinkling bell", the absurd tune echoes, and the singer hums twice when he forgets the words.
"One day I rode to the market on a whim..."
Qishan finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Mr. Shen Xiaolang, from whom did you learn the 'le' among the six arts of a gentleman?"
It's simply misleading.
"Doesn't it sound good?"
Shen Tang asked sincerely. Although she didn't have much memory, she vaguely remembered that she should be a singer, the kind that could captivate everyone when she picked up the microphone and sang. She can sing, draw, and is a high-quality female representative of mankind (*╹▽╹*)
Qishan looked at Shen Tang speechlessly.
The latter's eyes are open and confident. It is obvious that people not only don't think there is a problem with his singing, but also think there is a problem with his aesthetics. Qishan couldn't figure out where her confidence came from, and said: "There is a saying that is very suitable for the occasion - folk songs and village flutes."
Shen Tang was confused: "What?"
Qi Shanren smiled and said, "It's hard to listen to those who are vomiting and making fun of them."
Shen Tang: "..."
Her fist is hard!
"It's just luck that Yuan Liang can grow up so safely, right?"
He is such a good person, but he has a mouth!
"Of course it depends on strength."
Shen Tang: "..."
Seeing that her expression was out of control and her facial features were distorted and displaced, Qishan laughed heartily: "Shen Xiaolang, don't be anxious. You are still young. You can still be saved if you learn slowly."
About an hour later, Qi Shan raised his head and looked at the sun. It was the hottest time of the day. Not to mention escorting the prisoners on their way, even if they were doing nothing but standing, sweat would overflow uncontrollably and wet their underwear.
"Would you like to speed up your pace?"
Shen Tang said: "If you get too close, you're afraid of being discovered."
Qi Shan: "With the laziness of those soldiers, how can they continue to travel under such a strong sun? Most of them will find a shady place to rest and drink tea to relieve the heat. Mr. Shen Xiaolang poured so many ingredients into the tea, I'm afraid If you go late, you won’t see the good show.”
"Yuanliang's words make sense. Then I'll go ahead and watch the exciting show. Yuanliang, just walk slowly on two legs."
Shen Tang whipped the motorcycle's butt.
The motorcycle hurt and I ran wildly.
After a while, there was only a small dot left. Shen Tang "provocatively", Qi Shan just smiled, and then chanted: "Chasing the wind and sneaking into the scenery."
If you stir up your wings, you can soar into the sky; if you gallop your feet, you can chase the wind and sneak into the scenery.
His figure was slightly swaying, leaving only an afterimage, as if he was stepping on the wind. Every step he took was more than three feet away, with a calm expression and a relaxed posture.
Shen Tang: "???"
Qishan passed by her and stirred up a breeze. In the blink of an eye, the figure was already dozens of feet away.
Shen Tang: "!!!"
Call the referee, someone is cheating here! ! !
After all, she still suffered from Yan Ling's inexperience. Riding a four-legged motorcycle still couldn't outrun the two-legged Qi Shan.
The sun was so hot that the soldiers escorting the prison van couldn't bear the sun, so they went to rest in a small forest with dense canopy of trees. They gathered in twos and threes in the shade, while a few prison vans were casually exposed to the sun. The prisoners in the prison car were either suffering from sunstroke, their faces were pale, their bodies were weak, or they were suffering from severe whiplash injuries.
In addition, the censor Zhongcheng was the most seriously injured.
Tired, sleepy, hungry, thirsty, with smoke coming out of his throat, Yu Shi Zhongcheng even felt that his life force was rapidly passing away.
In order to torture the prisoners, the soldiers did everything they could. The prison cars that escorted them were specially customized according to their height. Some are so tall that the prisoners can only slightly tiptoe to make their necks and wrists comfortable; some are so short that they can neither stand up straight nor sit down, and can only maintain a semi-crouching posture.
No matter what it is, I can't sleep peacefully. After a few days, I can lose half my life without cracking the whip.
The prison car of Yushi Zhongcheng is particularly tall.
He could only try to stand up on his toes to take a good breath, but it wouldn't take long before his heels would fall down again. Severe injuries, strong emotional release, lack of water, hunger, sleepiness...all factors combined caused him to have severe hallucinations, and his chapped lips moved slightly.
"Water, water...water..."
Just when he was about to faint, his prison car was kicked by someone, shaking him so much that he woke up.
"Dad, wake up!" Censor Zhongcheng managed to find some sense and turned to look at his son in the prison car next door - his son's prison car was a short one with room to stretch his legs - his expression was full of worry and surprise, and said : "Dad, look at them."
them?
who?
Censor Zhongcheng's reaction was a few beats slow.
He followed his son's line of sight and saw that the soldiers who had just been sheltering in the shade of the trees were getting into trouble one after another. Some people roll with their hands on their heads, or fall to the ground and convulse all over, or have shortness of breath and difficulty, or roll their eyes and foam at the mouth, or lock their teeth and face spasms. There are also a few reactions that are not so serious, but they also kneel on the ground holding their stomachs, and some even The back court was lost and ugly.
As experienced as the censor Zhongcheng, he understood instantly.
My first thought was, these soldiers were poisoned!
The second thought was, someone is trying to kidnap the prisoner!
This thought cheered him up, and strong survival power burst out from deep within his body, prompting him to reluctantly cheer up.
The soldiers were in chaos.
"The water is poisonous!"
"Yes, it's poisonous!"
"In response to the enemy, be careful and alert!"
Most of the soldiers had been poisoned, and only a dozen or so who had not had time to drink water escaped. They drew their swords and surrounded the prison car, looking panicked, guarding every direction like frightened birds.
After a few breaths, the surroundings were calm.
jingle--
coming!
This thought echoed in the hearts of all the soldiers.
But the strange thing is that I can only hear his voice but not see his person.
"Where is the person? Where is he?"
"Filial sons, are you looking for me?"
An unfamiliar voice came from behind everyone. They turned around in fright, only to see that the prison van was empty except for a young man with tender cheeks and a thin body holding a sword. As they turned around, the young man swiped his sword, and the bright sword blade passed in front of them, and his eyes suddenly hurt.
Blood stained the entire field of vision.
The young man's expression was as cold as frost, and he jumped down with his sword in hand.
"Hit the wanderer!"
Shen Tang used the Mother Sword to teach the filial son a lesson, but the prisoners lost their feet and fell to the ground.
The prison van was already dozens of feet away.
Censor Zhongcheng's pupils tightened.
"Long time no see, Master Tian."
Censor Zhongcheng turned his head when he heard the sound, only to see a tall young man standing not far away. He put his hands in his sleeves, and the breeze behind him blew his hair, giving him a unique sense of beauty. The young man smiled at himself and nodded, but this smile looked fake.
Master Tian?
Censor Zhongcheng was stunned by this title.
Seeing this, Qi Shan said: "You noble people forget things so much, Master Tian."
The son of Yushi Zhongcheng supported his old father and looked at Qishan warily: "This gentleman, do you know my father?"
Also called "Master Tian"?
Censor Zhongcheng was also puzzled.
Do they know each other?
With his knowledge, he could naturally see what method the young man used to rescue him. It was nothing more than constructing a battlefield with "stars and chessboards", and then replacing several of them with "transferring flowers and trees" or other tactics of mobilizing troops.
It's simple to say, but looking at the distance between the young man and the prison car, the coverage area of the "star-studded" can be as small as a hundred feet in radius - before being attached to any princes, how can a scribe who has achieved this level by himself alone be unknown? Simple role?
If he knew him, he would definitely have an impression.
