On the Yangchang Trail, Guiliu and Wang Sizhi were robbed.
More than a dozen burly bandits surrounded the two men. It seemed that they not only wanted to kill the man but also rob the woman.
It's a coincidence that Gui Liu was flying with Wang Sizhi with his sword, and planned to rest here, but he couldn't stay for more than a stick of incense. Suddenly, a dozen big men jumped out from the tall dry bushes on both sides of the road, almost each with a hand. With a long knife, you can tell at a glance that he is a habitual criminal.
This was the second time Gui Liu was robbed. I remembered that the first time was when Gui Qing was very young. Because Gui Qing fell into the lake and caught the wind and cold, he rushed home from Guangling. Halfway through the journey, he met someone in the barren mountains. The bandit's servants were dead, the salutes were gone, and the horses were snatched away. In the end, he had to walk more than a hundred miles back home.
That time, he was a fish on a knife, being slaughtered by others, and finally escaped death.
But this time it was different. The Grandmaster who was ranked tenth in the World Martial Arts Review was still a genuine fifth-grade martial artist even though he was only in name only at the moment.
At the moment, the atmosphere is a bit delicate.
Guiliu and Wang Sizhi blinked at each other, both of them couldn't help laughing. Guiliu even said: "Are you coming or am I coming?"
"I don't know how to fight." Wang Sizhi said sincerely.
"That's it." Guiliu tilted his head and smiled: "Then I save you and you become my woman?"
Just as Wang Sizhi was about to speak, a man suddenly rushed out of the bandits and slashed at Gui Liu with a sword.
In just a moment, his figure felt as if he had been hit hard, and everyone present could clearly see that an exquisite flying sword instantly penetrated his chest.
The blood mist drifts away with the wind, and the fishy smell fills the air. The whole garden is light and agile, as if it is connected with the owner, and it trembles.
"Come out and get some fresh air."
Guiliu smiled, and suddenly three more flying swords of different sizes and shapes appeared around him.
Drunk hanging whip, Wutong moon, jade house spring.
Even Wang Sizhi was very surprised. She never expected that Gui Liu's realm had improved so quickly, and four of the twelve Ci Pai flying swords had been refined.
You know, every time you refine a flying sword, you must break through a realm, so that there are enough acupoints to warm the flying sword.
But obviously, Guiliu did not follow the common sense. Otherwise, if he had refined Yulouchun, he should be in the sixth-grade master realm.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but secretly look at the man next to her, and whispered in her heart: "You still have a lot to hide from me."
No one spoke, and the wind suddenly became loud.
At this moment, Gui Liu finally noticed something unusual and roared: "Si Zhi, hide behind me."
Four flying swords flew out suddenly and penetrated several people's heads in the blink of an eye. Strangely, the scene where blood should have splattered did not appear. Instead, there was dark evil energy dissipating from the wounds.
And the bandit whose chest was pierced by the flying sword had stood up at some point.
Only then did Wang Sizhi realize that these people, no, they could no longer be called human beings.
It was like being controlled by some kind of evil spell, like a walking zombie, lifeless.
Suddenly, a clear ringtone rang in Guiliu's ears. For a moment, the bandits seemed to have received the order and stiffly raised their swords.
As if it was a magical technique, the evil spirit enveloped this small world overwhelmingly, and it was so dark that it was impossible to see even one's fingers.
The moment he heard the sharp sound of the sword whistling in his ears, Gui Liu used all his strength to control the four Ci Pai flying swords and drew the ground as a prison to delay temporarily.
Gui Liu was surprised and confused as to who could use evil energy so skillfully.
Could it be that he deliberately set up an ambush here to kill himself, the prince?
But that's it. Is it possible that you can still beat Wu Peixian?
The overwhelming evil aura was cut off by a sword.
Then there was a man and a woman holding swords in the air, looking down at the earth.
A figure in a black robe was running away in the snow.
Guiliu used four flying swords to attack him, but he still couldn't break through the evil aura that protected his body. He just saw that the man was about to run away.
He didn't notice that Wang Sizhi beside him had undergone subtle changes. There seemed to be something beating in the depths of those coquettish bright red eyes.
The man in black robe, who was still running away frantically, suddenly stiffened, and then fell to the ground with a plop, dying suddenly.
Wang Sizhi smeared her red lips imperceptibly, as if she had had a full meal.
This scene shocked Gui Liu. After he jumped off the flying sword and confirmed that the man in black robe had expired, he became somewhat suspicious of Wang Sizhi and asked: "Sizhi, did you do it?"
Wang Sizhi lowered his head and stroked the white cat in his arms, and said, "Do you think it could be me?"
Guiliu suddenly realized, "Could it be Snowball?!"
Immediately there was a lazy meow, and Snowball measured his paws at Gui Liu with great dissatisfaction.
As a result, Gui Liu was completely confused.
Could it be that someone is helping secretly?
The murderer that my mother secretly inserted into her side? It shouldn't be, otherwise the battle at Fan Keshan would have been exposed.
Or is there another possibility that he suffered the consequences of his own misfortune and was bitten by the evil spirit?
Guiliu slowly knelt down and took off the man's black robe. Even he felt very creepy.
There was no body, no skin, just flesh and blood beating.
Geliu knew a lot about Jianghu martial arts. But Qin Fang had forbidden him from reading books about this kind of cult-like method since he was a child, so he naturally knew very little about it.
I just don’t know if this man in black robe is really dead, or if he is like a great monk of the Yin Yang family like Wu Peixian, who has the ability to resurrect the soul.
The only bad news he knew was that he was being targeted, and the journey back home would not be easy.
If you are alone, it doesn't matter how many times you intercept and kill. But now, Wang Sizhi is following him.
This time it was a fluke. If next time he encounters Yao Tiao and others intercepting him, and he can't defeat him and can't escape, what will Wang Sizhi do?
Guiliu looked down at the corpse, feeling heavy for a moment.
Wang Sizhi reminded softly: "Hurry up and hurry up. This place is dangerous and you should not stay for a long time."
Guiliu hummed, stepped onto Feijian, thought about it again, and said seriously: "Si Zhi, from now on, we have to speed up our journey. If you encounter any situation, first of all, you must hide behind me, and secondly, what should I say? , you must be obedient and not stubborn, especially at critical moments."
"I know." Wang Sizhi said perfunctorily, a little absent-mindedly, as if he was overlooking the scenery below.
In Qintian Prison, Gui Qing holds a black puppet with broken strings in his hand, and Queen Qin Fang stands aside, thoughtfully.
The Imperial Master smiled and said: "What a man who eats people without spitting out their bones. She is worthy of being the Empress of the Sui Dynasty five hundred years ago."
Qin Fang frowned slightly, "Is this all the Imperial Master cares about?"
"Oh?" the little child asked back: "Did the Queen notice something? I am stupid, please express it clearly."
"Five hundred years ago, why did the sixteen kingdoms unite to attack Dafeng? For no reason, they pointed the finger at the Dafeng dynasty?"
Qin Fang looked at the little child and said, "The Imperial Master might as well block the secrets for the time being and then express his own opinions."
"I obey." The little child waved his sleeves and the bricks under his feet suddenly lit up in an orderly manner, gradually forming a complex and orderly star pattern.
This is a formation diagram that can temporarily shield the heavenly secrets that the great observers of the Imperial Heavenly Palace of the past dynasties have summarized bit by bit by observing the stars at night.
The little child walked around for a few times, thinking briefly, and then slowly answered Qin Fang's question: "The Dafeng Dynasty was neither warlike nor heresy, so it was targeted for crusade by the sixteen kingdoms. It makes no sense either emotionally or rationally. I have read through the history books of the Sixteen Kingdoms, and there are many descriptions of how to conquer cities and territories, but surprisingly they did not explain the reasons why they joined forces to conquer. What I say next is just my guess, there is no There is no basis at all, but I think the Queen’s and I’s ideas are already consistent.”
The little child narrowed his eyes and said without surprising, "It's very simple, because the military advisors of the sixteen countries are all chess pieces of the immortals in the sky."
"My dear, you are the reincarnation of the ancestor of the Immortal family. You should know that some myths are actually real. In this case, you might as well think about who was in charge of the world in the true sense of the word before the immortals appeared thousands of years ago."
Qin Fang said nothing.
The little child whispered two words, "Shinto."
Suddenly, the light of the star pattern pattern suddenly weakened, and the entire Qintian Prison was affected.
The little child suppressed the turbulent fortune in the national fortune cauldron and said with a smile: "Queen, in fact, even if I don't say it, you know it. But after all, this is the guess of you and me. If it is not supported, it will never be There’s no way this is reality.”
Qin Fang looked unhappy and said coldly: "I will never mention this matter again. The Imperial Master will help me calculate, how many days does Mr. Zhuang have to live?"
The little child counted on his fingers for a moment, and then gave the answer, "No more than ten days at most."
"Speaking of which, do you really want to kill all the dealers?"
Qin Fang sneered and said: "It is not an exaggeration to say that traitors and traitors will be cut into pieces with a thousand cuts. If it weren't for the sake of Zhuang Tianji who dedicated his whole life and Your Majesty also missed the old relationship between the emperor and his ministers, how could I have waited any longer? I had killed Wu Peixian long ago. That day, it should be copied to the Zhuang Mansion."
The little child smiled and said: "How could the old master Zhuang not know? He is just too disappointed with his grandson. From just entering the official position, to being promoted step by step, to being the first minister of the dynasty, and then single-handedly bringing the Dajing Dynasty into unprecedented greatness. In the prosperous age, he has devoted his whole life to the country, so he will never allow rebellious officials and traitors to appear, not even his own grandson."
"So our old master Zhuang secretly poisoned Zhuang Zimo to death, but unfortunately he was discovered, so Zhuang Zimo escaped from the house."
Qin Fang snorted coldly: "I have set up a dead man at the city gate in advance. Zhuang Zimo cannot escape."
The little child flicked his sleeves, and the majestic gate of Qin Tian Prison opened wide. Looking at the sky in the distance, he said casually: "So what if I escape? My heart is as high as the sky, but if I don't implement it, it will be difficult to achieve great things without the help of immortals."
After what should be done and what should be said, Qin Fang took Gui Qing's hand and left Qintian Prison.
Suddenly, Qin Fang stopped and said, "On New Year's Eve, I will ask someone to bring some dumplings over. What fillings does the Imperial Master like to eat?"
"Dumplings..." The little boy raised his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Three delicacies of meat."
Qin Fang smiled and said: "Master, you have eaten dumplings stuffed with meat and three delicacies for more than a hundred years, and are you not tired of them?"
The little child smiled and replied: "How can you get tired of it once a year? But if it takes another few decades, I'm afraid I will get tired of it."
Qin Fang said nothing and walked out of Qintian Prison with Gui Qing.
When Guiqing was operating the puppet today, there was a detail that Qin Fang carefully discovered.
Back then, Qin Fang took a long journey and saw how Guiliu narrowly escaped death after being robbed by a group of bandits while rushing back from Guangling Road. Because the impression was so profound, she always remembered the appearance of those bandits.
And the puppet controlled by Guiqing that we spied on today is not only a bandit, but also the people who almost killed Guiliu back then.
Qin Fang naturally sent someone to look for him and wanted revenge.
After several searches to no avail, and at that time, I was busy taking care of Gui Liu and Gui Qing who were infected with the cold, so the matter was dropped.
But he never expected that all these people would be captured by Gui Qing, and all of them, no less than one person, would be made into puppets.
Originally, Qin Fang always thought that her two children only had one-way love, that is, the love between her brother and her sister.
It seems that since she was a child, her sister has never cared about her brother at any time.
Whether you love someone or not, you must first understand what he or she has done for you. If you just ignore it, it will be no different from a cold-blooded animal.
Qin Fang always thought that her daughter had a cold nature and was indifferent to family ties.
But gradually, she realized that she was wrong. There is a two-way love between my two children, but the sister's love for her brother is hidden very deep, like an undercurrent deep underground.
Although Gui Qing always showed indifference and coldness regarding the misunderstanding of the attack and killing, as a mother, Qin Fang can still feel her guilt from many details.
Since Gui Liu traveled far away, several times, Gui Qing could always be seen lying on the table after drinking, feeling depressed.
Gui Qing also always wears a hairpin in her hair, the one made by Gui Liu herself.
This time, all the bandits were made into puppets, not to mention more.
The son is responsible and loving, and is an upright man like his father. Although the daughter has a cold temperament, she always helps her brother in the dark, and there is also a well-behaved and sensible fox, who is always docile and kind. Watching Taozhi cry, watching Qingxue make her master miserable, and watching Jin Zhi's heartfelt complaints, whether good or bad, all add a lot of flavor to life. After traveling thousands of miles from the Immortal Family to this secular dynasty, I never thought that I would be able to marry as a wife and become the mother of a country, let alone have such a beautiful family.
What more could you ask for?
It is nothing more than asking these children to live in peace and joy, regardless of poverty or wealth, to live happily in this life.
Furthermore, I beg God to continue being the mother of these children in the next life. Of course, my man must not change, no matter whether he is still the emperor or not at that time.
There was not much chatting along the way. Guiqing returned to Qingui Palace and Qin Fang returned to her Jiaofang Palace.
She sat behind her small desk, picked up a small white seal pen, covered it with ink, and wrote the two names Gui Liu and Gui Qing on the paper, and then added a stroke to connect the two names.
She stopped writing and smiled happily, "So they are brothers and sisters like this."
