Heavenly Dao Formula

In the end, the investigation of the book "Flower Blossom" came to an end, and a week later, its sequel was successfully published, but the description of this version was much more restrained, and there were even blank spaces in some places.

But to Mr. Zhang's surprise, these blank spaces did not reduce the book's attractiveness, but further promoted its popularity. Everyone is actively discussing what happened to the blank paragraphs, and at the same time, a saying has gradually spread that there are two versions of this book, and the other unabridged version not only has no blank space, but also has a deeper hidden plot. That is the true full version of this book.

This heat quickly caught the attention of businessmen.

Afterwards, the book "Flower Blossom" was loaded on a carriage or a cargo ship and spread to places outside Jinxia City.

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"Well……"

Accompanied by a tingling pain, Gong Shufeng groaned and slowly opened his eyes.

I saw a haze in front of my eyes, as if covered with a layer of gauze, and it was almost difficult to see.

No matter what, he seems to be alive...

He licked his lips, only to find that his mouth was so dry, his throat was burning like fire.

"water……"

Gong Shufeng murmured subconsciously, but he quickly realized that he was no longer the eldest disciple of the Gongshu family, nor was this Xu Guogongshu's residence, and there was no way that there would be servants around him to take care of him all the time.

"Want to drink water? Here it is." Someone suddenly replied.

Then a reed rod was inserted into his mouth.

Gong Shufeng took two deep breaths, and a stream of astringent water rushed into his throat. It was not sweet, and his tongue could taste the graininess of the soil, but it was the most moisturizing he had ever drunk. water.

"Cough-cough--" The silt caused him to cough deeply, as if his throat had not been used for a long time.

A terrible thought suddenly poured into Gong Shufeng's mind.

"I...cough...how many days have I passed out?"

"About three days?" The other party was uncertain. "Maybe four days."

Four days. Gong Shufeng's heart sank to the bottom. He had wasted three days on the road, but here it is another four days, and he went like this for a quarter of a month. What's more, he has not left Liuzhou, and the time to arrive at Jinxia will be at least half a month slower than planned.

No... Maybe when the refugees were attacked and the Liuzhou government raised the butcher's knife indiscriminately, this plan had been dashed.

What if he was rescued?

It is impossible for this group of people to ask for nothing, and they risk their lives to have a fight with the fully-armed villagers. Coupled with the fact that the opponent is a rebel army, it is common to forcibly recruit outsiders to fill up troops or privately plunder property.

Compared with whether he can reach Jinxia smoothly, he has something to worry about now, "I am with me... there is also a young man named Gong Shujin, I wonder if you..."

"Are you talking about your brother?" The voice seemed to comfort him. "Don't worry, he's not injured. He should be following the investigation team now. You'll be able to see him in the evening."

Gong Shujin has been in workshops and office rooms since he was a child. He knows nothing about swordsmanship, let alone fighting with people. How could he be willing to be in the company of this group of people? I am afraid that it is because of the fear of his own life and the decision of the other party that he has to do such a risky thing.

It's a pity that now they are fish, and the other is a knife, so even if they are dissatisfied, they can only bear it.

At least Gong Shujin doesn't sound like a big deal, this is the only good thing in a lot of bad news.

After a while, Gong Shufeng felt that his vision gradually recovered a little, the "veil" was receding, and the surrounding scene gradually came into his eyes. Obviously, this place is not an ordinary house or inn. The ceiling above is uneven, like a natural rock. The lighting comes from hanging oil lamps, and the dim light can barely reflect the outline of the surrounding stone walls.

He's not alone here.

If he listened carefully, he could hear faint breaths coming and going, as well as the occasional short moan. Gong Shufeng turned his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that there were several wooden-framed beds beside him, and there were "injured people" similar to himself lying on the beds.

Yes, such an armed conflict cannot be without casualties, even if the number of rebels is large, flesh and blood cannot withstand sharp blades and crossbow arrows.

"Here... where is it?" Gong Shufeng asked tentatively, looking at the speaker at the end of the bed.

"Cricket hole."

The person who took care of him was a woman in her forties with a strong local accent. Judging from her hazy appearance, she did not look like a descendant of a doctor, with stubby fingers and dark spots. Her brown-red cheeks are characteristic of her long-term farming, and her head and face are also wrapped in strange white cloth. She is not so much a doctor as an ordinary peasant woman.

cricket hole...

Gong Shufeng thought about it for a while, but he couldn't find any corresponding place on the map.

Damn, this must be a common name, maybe only the locals call it that, and trying to use it to determine one's location is no doubt a fool's dream.

"Are there any towns and villages nearby...?"

The opponent shook his head.

"How far is it from Shenzhou?"

"I don't know." The woman spread her hands and said, "I rarely leave this place since I called here."

Gong Shufeng sighed lightly, his limbs went limp—he had done his best, and the rest was left to fate.

"But..." the woman suddenly said again, "Shenzhou should be a good place... If only I could live there."

There was a hint of hope in her tone.

This made Gong Shufeng stunned for a moment.

The Privy Council is simply unable to attack Shenzhou, so the Shenliu border is theoretically not blocked. Since she thinks Shenzhou is a good place, why not go there?

No...a more crucial one is...

Why is she rebelling?

Almost out of his mouth, Gong Shufeng asked this question softly.

The woman glanced down at him~www.readwn.com~ and then asked back, "Do you... value your brother?"

Did she mean Gong Shujin? Gong Shufeng thought for a while, then nodded slowly - although the two were not related by blood, they were sent to the sect family since childhood. "Of course I value him."

"Then if one day... he was stabbed in the throat in public, hung like an animal under the roof beam, and then chopped into a human shape with a random knife, wouldn't you be allowed to bury him?" the other party whispered.

"I-" Gong Shufeng was stunned for a moment, he had never considered such a problem at all, let alone imagined such a scene. As a disciple of Gong Loser, no matter how poor his craftsmanship is, he will not fall to the point of corpse on the street.

"That's how my child died in the hands of the Privy Council." The woman looked at Gong Shufeng again. This time, there seemed to be a surging emotion in her eyes. Although it had been suppressed, Gong Shufeng actually produced a The illusion that once it is released, it will sweep the earth like a flood. "So I can't just walk away, I think someone has to pay for it, and I want to... see those people die."

"You said... the matter of blood debt and blood repayment, how can it be called a rebellion?" She said word by word, "Shouldn't this be a matter of course?"