The young man felt that Fang Jian was playing tricks on him, so he waved his hand to indicate to the servant that he could take action.
Seeing the young master's order, the servants immediately swarmed towards Fang Jian.
"Hey!" Fang Jian shouted and shouted: "I am a god, I must not be rude."
The servants around him had reached out to hold Fang Jian down while he was speaking. Those servants who heard Fang Jian's words were stunned, and then they all raised their heads and laughed.
The young man put his hands on his hips and said, "Are you a god? If you are a god, then I will be the King of Heaven!"
After saying that, the young man raised his hand and pointed at Fang Jian, "Hit me!"
"Don't hit me!" Fang Jian said loudly: "I am really a god. It doesn't matter if you hit me, but disrespecting the gods will result in retribution."
"You still dare to speak harshly?!" The young man's face darkened, "Beat me hard, pretending to be a god? Get retribution? Master, I will let you know what retribution is now."
After saying that, the young man jumped out of the carriage himself, took off the riding whip from the carriage and walked over.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from inside the carriage, "Husband, please stop hitting people."
After the words fell, the carriage door was pushed open again, and the woman in white clothes with a frail appearance appeared in front of everyone again.
Seeing his wife pushing open the carriage door again, the young man quickly dropped his riding crop and ran back.
Fang Jian was held down by several servants, and he and the servants looked in the direction of the carriage.
"What are you looking at?!" Suddenly, the leader of the servants shouted at Fang Jian, "What are you looking at?"
Fang Jian said: "Look at your young master, why don't you also look at the carriage?"
"Looking for a fight!" The leader of the servants was furious, raised his fist and hit Fang Jian twice in the face.
"Hey yo yo!" Unexpectedly, the leader of the servant let out a burst of pain after the beating, and jumped up on the spot holding his right hand, "My hand! My hand!"
The servants on both sides were shocked. They looked at Fang Jian's face, which was intact.
He looked at the leader's hand again and saw it was as swollen as a sandbag.
"What are you looking at? Beat him! Let's see if the bones in his face are stronger or if our fists are stronger." The leader of the servants said.
But at this moment, a loud shout came from the carriage. Everyone turned around and saw that it was the shout from a young man.
"Let him go." The young man pointed at Fang Jian and said.
"Master, you can't let him go, look at my hands..." the leader of the servants cried.
But the young man ignored his cries and said coldly: "My wife said, let him go."
"..." The leader of the servants was stunned for a moment, and then he did not dare to refute, and responded in a low voice: "Yes, young master."
After saying that, he turned around and shouted at Fang Jian: "Get out!"
Fang Jian glanced deeply at the leader of the servants and said: "As long as you say this word now, the sword will not be unjust."
After saying that, Fang Jian got on his horse and rode away before the leader of the household could react, heading straight into Persimmon Mountain.
"What does he mean?" the leader of the servants asked the servants around him.
The servants around him shook their heads in confusion and said, "I don't know."
"What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and pack up the carriage and go into the mountains!" The young man's voice came from behind.
The servants hurried back, and after a while of fuss, the carriage slowly started and headed into the mountains along the bumpy road.
The mountain road was naturally not as good as the official road. Not only was it bumpy and uneven, there were also many scattered gravels on it, causing the carriage to sway from side to side.
"Husband, I feel a little uncomfortable." The voice of the woman in the carriage came out.
The young man quickly asked: "Madam, is the road too bumpy?"
"Yes." The woman responded softly.
When the young man heard this, he immediately said to the more than ten servants on both sides: "You guys, go ahead and clear the way immediately. Use stones to pad the concave areas for me, and flatten the convex areas for me. Go quickly."
The servants all turned pale when they heard this, and looked at the hesitation and embarrassment on the young man's face.
When the young man saw that his servants were not moving and looked at him with embarrassment, he immediately picked up his whip and swung it in the air, shouting: "Go quickly!"
The servants were startled, then nodded in agreement, and then hurriedly ran ahead to clear the way.
As the mountain road goes further, not only does it become less and less suitable for horse-drawn carriages, but the bumps and rocks on it also become larger and larger.
After just one stick of incense, all the servants collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, lying on the ground and moaning in agony.
"Get up, get up and continue to open the road!" The young man shouted loudly while sitting on the carriage, looking at the servants.
The head servant sitting nearby driving the carriage said to the man: "Master, they may be tired after clearing the road for so long. Why don't they take a rest first?"
"No!" the man said, "I have to go up the mountain before dark today. I must see Dr. He tomorrow."
"Ah?" The head servant exclaimed, then raised his head and looked at Shishan, who had only walked less than halfway...
"Do you know Dr. He?" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from the left front of the carriage.
The man and the head servant were startled at the same time, then quickly turned their heads and looked to the left.
I saw a big stone in front of the left side of the carriage, and on top of the big stone stood a man wearing a bamboo hat, a light black corset martial robe, and a horizontal sword hanging from his waist.
Obviously, the words just now were exactly what this man said.
The moment he saw this man, the head servant's whole body tensed up, and he whispered: "Master, this man is a ranger."
Rangers are a major feature of the Tang Dynasty. These people have excellent martial arts skills and often travel around the world, or do things for others for money.
And not all rangers use the word "xia". Most of them actually use the word "money".
When the man heard the words of the head servant, he knew that it was best not to get involved with these people, so he was not prepared to pay attention to them, but said to the servants: "Get up and continue going up the mountain."
'call'
A sound of wind passed by, and the man's face suddenly froze, and his eyes showed a look of astonishment.
Because the ranger who was still standing on the stone just now was blocking the front of the carriage. He raised his head, revealing his fierce and cold face, "I'm asking you, who is the miracle doctor you know?"
When the man heard this, he naturally felt unhappy. He was unhappy that someone spoke to him in this tone.
"I don't know you!" The man said calmly: "Please give way, are we going up the mountain?"
"Going up the mountain?" The ranger sneered, "That's not how you go up the mountain!"
After the words fell, a sharp and cold sword flashed, and then there was only a "puff" sound. The Hetao army horse pulling the cart was instantly cut in half by the sword, and even the horizontal shaft and horse harness were also struck by the sword. Chop.
As the blood flowed, the carriage leaned forward and collapsed with a "bang", and the woman in the carriage suddenly let out a cry of surprise.
The man's expression changed drastically, he quickly stabilized himself, then turned around and asked inside the carriage: "How are you, Madam?"
The woman's delicate voice came out: "I...I'm fine, husband, what's going on outside?"
Hearing this, the man looked back at the horse corpse that was cut in half and the blood all over the ground. He swallowed his saliva, but still suppressed his fear and said: "It's just a small incident. Madam, please stay in the carriage." Don't come out, your husband will take care of things on his own."
"Yes." The woman responded softly.
While he was talking, the ranger had already walked towards the carriage with a horizontal sword. The man and the head servant immediately stood up, especially the head servant, who immediately stood in front of the man and said: "Be brave, the man in front of you is a Rong of Yanzhou Prefecture. Che Xiaowei
Yan Daoqing, the son of Yan Xiumin, if you dare to be rude to Mr. Yan, aren't you afraid of offending the military commander? "
Just as the servant leader finished speaking, the ranger who had already walked up to him stretched out his left hand and grabbed the servant leader's collar, then threw him into the sky.
The leader of the servant was immediately thrown up more than ten feet high. He screamed and fell from the air. But before he hit the ground, the ranger slashed him with a knife. The leader of the servant was cut into two parts in an instant. There was a "pop" sound of blood and internal organs. It spread all over the ground.
The head servant put his hands on the ground, struggling to hold up his upper body and looked at the lower body that fell to the side, as well as the blood and internal organs on the ground. His eyes first showed panic, then fear, and then his pupils became dilated, and he fell to the ground with a 'plop' and died. Lost.
Yan Daoqing's eyes were dull, and his clothes were sprinkled with the blood of the servant. He saw with his own eyes that the servant was cut into two pieces, and he also saw his miserable death.
The horizontal sword flashed coldly and was placed on Yan Daoqing's shoulder. Yan Daoqing's face was pale and his whole body was trembling as he raised his head and looked at the ranger in front of him.
"Let me ask you one last time, where is Doctor He?"
The ranger placed the horizontal knife next to Yan Daoqing's neck, and then asked in a calm tone.
"I..." Yan Daoqing's lips trembled and he said with a face full of horror: "I...I don't know...I came to see him too."
The ranger sighed and asked, "Is it true that I don't know, or do I just pretend that I don't know?"
Yan Daoqing said hurriedly: "I really don't know!"
The knight said: "Oh, are you the son of Yan Xiumin, the military commander of Yanzhou Prefecture?"
Yan Daoqing nodded quickly and said, "My father is Yan Xiumin, and I am Yan Xiumin's son."
The ranger said, "Okay." Then he turned his blade and slashed directly at Yan Daoqing's neck.
'when'
At the moment when the ranger's blade struck Yan Daoqing's neck, suddenly a flawless arm appeared next to Yan Daoqing's neck, just in time to help Yan Daoqing block the sword. Even when the ranger's blade struck the arm, he made a sound A sound of gold and iron intersecting.
"Hey!" A voice sounded above Yan Daoqing. The ranger's pupils shrank and he immediately looked above his head.
Fang Jian was seen hanging upside down on the branch of a persimmon tree. At this moment, he turned over and fell from the tree. After his feet landed, he quickly hugged his right arm and screamed in pain: "You cut my hand with your knife!"
With that said, Fang Jian brought the place where his right hand was stabbed to the ranger and said, "Look here, your knife made a mark here. My arm is disfigured! You must give me an explanation!"
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No snakes found tonight....
