stand back, let me come

Chapter 23 023: Master Tian

"I have a small motorcycle, I never ride it..."

Shen Tang riding on the back of the motorcycle was a little dishonest, sometimes chanting, sometimes picking leaves and flying flowers.Accompanied by the bells of "ding bell, ding bell", the tone of the barren tune is echoed, and the singer occasionally forgets the words and hums twice instead.

"One day I rode to the market on a whim..."

Qi Shan finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Mr. Shen Xiaolang, who did you learn the 'le' in the six arts of a gentleman from?"

Simply misunderstood.

"Doesn't it sound good?"

Shen Tang asked sincerely.

Although she didn't have much memory, she vaguely remembered that she should be a song tyrant, and she could dump a song when she picked up the microphone and sang.Can sing, can draw, representative of high-quality women in human beings.

(*▽*)
Qi Shan looked at Shen Tang without words.

The latter's eyes are magnanimous and confident. Obviously, people not only don't think there is a problem with his singing, but also think that there is a problem with his aesthetics.Qishan couldn't think of where her confidence came from, and said, "There is a saying that fits the occasion - there are no folk songs and village flutes."

Shen Tang wondered: "What?"

Qi Shan Ren smiled and said, "It's hard to listen to the hoarseness and mockery."

Shen Tang: "..."

Her fist is hard!
"Yuanliang was able to grow up so well, it's all down to luck, right?"

A good person, but he has a long mouth!

"Naturally it depends on strength."

Shen Tang: "..."

Seeing that her facial expression was out of control and her facial features were twisted and displaced, Qi Shan laughed happily: "Shen Xiaolang-Jun, don't worry, you are still young, learn slowly and you will be saved."

After about an hour, Qi Shan looked up at the sun, which was the most vicious time of the day.Not to mention escorting prisoners on their way, even if they do nothing but just stand, the sweat will uncontrollably overflow and wet the inner shirt.

"Would you like to speed up?"

Shen Tang said: "I'm too close for fear of being discovered."

Qi Shan: "With the slackness of those soldiers, how can such a blazing sun continue to hurry? Most of the time, they will find a cool place to rest their feet and drink tea to relieve the heat. Lord Shen Xiaolang pours so much material into the tea, and he is afraid of going late. I can't see a good show."

"Yuan Liang's words are reasonable, then I'll go ahead and watch the hot show. If you don't want to ride a mule, just walk slowly on two legs."

Shen Tang slapped the motorcycle ass with a whip.

The motorcycle was in pain and ran wild.

After a while, there was only a small spot left. Facing Shen Tang's naive "provocation", Qi Shan just smiled and didn't seem to care, but followed closely and said, "Chasing the wind and the scenery."

Fierce wings can sharpen the sky, and feet can chase the wind and sneak up on the scenery.

The figure swayed slightly, leaving only the afterimage, as if stepping on the wind, every step was more than three feet away, with a calm expression and a relaxed attitude.

Shen Tang: "???"

Qi Shan passed by her and brought a breeze, and in the blink of an eye, the figure had already run several dozen feet away.

Shen Tang: "!!!"

Call the referee, someone here is cheating! ! !
After all, she still suffered from Yan Ling's inexperience, and she still hadn't run past the two-legged Qishan on a four-legged motorcycle.

The sun was scorching hot, and the soldiers escorting the prisoner vans were so sunburned that they went to rest in the forest with the dense canopy.They gathered in twos and threes in the shade, while several prison cars were exposed to the sun at will.The prisoners on the prison van were either sunstroked from the sun, pale and weak, or were severely whipped.

And the Censor Zhongcheng was the most seriously injured.

Tired, sleepy, hungry, thirsty, with smoke in his throat, Censor Zhongcheng even felt that his vitality was rapidly running out.

In order to torture the prisoners, the soldiers do everything they can, and these prison cars to escort them are specially customized according to their height.Some were so tall that the inmates could only rest on their toes slightly to make their necks and wrists comfortable; some were so short that they could neither stand up straight nor sit down, and could only maintain a half-squatting posture.

No matter what it is, I can't sleep peacefully. After a few days, I can go to Half-Life without whipping the whip.

The prison carriage of the imperial censor is particularly high.

He could only try to put his toes up to get a good breath, but it didn't take long for his heels to fall again.

Severe injuries, strong emotional catharsis, lack of water, hunger, sleepiness... All kinds of factors have blessed him, causing him to have severe hallucinations, his chapped lips moved slightly, and he muttered: "Water, water...water..."

Just when he was about to faint, his prison car was kicked and shaken so much that he woke up.

"Father, wake up!" Censor Zhongcheng reluctantly regained some sanity, turned his head to look at his son in the prison car next door - the son's prison car is short and has room to stretch his legs - his expression was full of worry and surprise, and said : "Father, look at them."

they?

Who?
Yu Shi Zhongcheng's reaction was a few beats slower.

He followed his son's line of sight and saw that the soldiers who were still in the shade of the tree just now had accidents one after another.Or rolling with their heads in their hands, or falling to the ground with convulsions, or shortness of breath, or rolling their eyes and foaming at the mouth, or trismus, or facial spasms. The back court was lost, and it was full of ugliness.

As experienced as the imperial censor, he was instantly enlightened.

First thought, these soldiers are poisoned!
The second thought, someone is going to rob prisoners!
This thought lifted his spirits, and a strong survival force burst out from the depths of his body, prompting him to reluctantly regain his spirits.

The soldiers were in a mess.

"The water is poisonous!"

"Yes, poisonous!"

"Should the enemy, be careful!"

Most of the soldiers were poisoned, and only a dozen or so who had not had time to drink water escaped.They pulled out their knives and surrounded the prison cart.

After a few breaths, the surroundings were calm.

jingle--

coming!

The thought resounded in the hearts of the soldiers.

But the strange thing is that I can only hear his voice and see no one.

"Where are the people? Where?"

"My filial sons, are you looking for me?"

An unfamiliar voice came from behind the crowd, and they turned around in fright, only to see that the prison cart was empty, except for a young boy with tender cheeks and a thin stature holding a sword.The young man swept away with his sword, and the sharp sword edge swept across his eyes, his eyes suddenly aching.

Blood stained the entire field of vision.

"The wanderer's body is hacked!"

Shen Tang's expression was as cold as frost, and she jumped down with her sword.

She taught the filial son a lesson with the kind mother sword, but the prisoners fell to the ground with their feet empty, and the prison cart was already dozens of feet away.

Yu Shi Zhongcheng's pupils shrank.

"Long time no see, Master Tian."

Censor Zhongcheng heard the sound and turned his head, but saw a tall and slender young man standing not far away.He put his hands in his sleeves, and the breeze blowing his hair behind him gave him a unique sense of beauty.The young man smiled and nodded at himself, but this smile was so fake.

Master Tian?

Censor Zhongcheng was stunned by this title.

Seeing this, Qi Shan said, "How much your honored person forgets things, Master Tian."

Censor Zhongcheng's son supported his old father and looked at Qishan cautiously: "This gentleman, do you know my father?"

Also called "Tian Shi"?
Censor Zhongcheng was also puzzled.

they know each other?

With his knowledge, it is natural to see what means the young man used to rescue him. It was nothing more than building a battlefield with "scattered dots", and then replacing a few of them with "moving flowers and trees" or other words to dispatch troops.

It's simple to say, but looking at the distance between the youth and the prisoner, the "scattered" coverage can be as little as a hundred feet in a radius - a scribe who can achieve this level with his own strength before he doesn't rely on a vassal, how can he be unknown. Simple character?
If you know him, he will definitely have an impression.

　I will live in my new home tomorrow, because I have to get up early to entertain guests who come to congratulate me, so the update is a little earlier today.

　　Goodnight everybody.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)