"Wuyou? What is that?"

Cui Hui was close and could hear clearly, but she just couldn't understand.

The beauty in front of her raised her hand and a literary spirit turned into a second beauty. Cui Hui was stunned. It was not that she knew that the literary scholar had the ability to transform into an external incarnation, but it was the first time she had seen it with her own eyes, and she felt envy from the bottom of her heart.

"They are two beauties..."

Just thinking about it makes me feel so happy that I feel suffocated.

Ning Yan said: "It's nothing."

Cui Hui did not think: "It's beautiful if you have nothing!"

Ning Yan: “…”

The cold wind poured into her collar and took away the few heat. Cui Hui shivered and her mind suddenly woke up. The temperature in this season was low, and she lay in the corridor for nearly a quarter of an hour, making her brain stiff: "Uh, what do you call me?"

Ning Yan and Wu You exchanged information instantly when they looked at each other.

"My name is Ning Yan, and his courtesy name is Tunan. He is an official in the same court as your father Cui Shanxiao." Ning Yan reached out to help Cui Hui get up, and did not forget to remind him, "The ground is cold, so the lady should get up. Although the spirit of the word has not hurt the roots, the lady is easily frightened as an ordinary person. It is best to drink a bowl of Anshen Soup before going to bed these days, so that it is easier to fall asleep. If you have any discomfort, you can inform me as soon as possible and arrange a medical treatment."

The wind in the corridor was strong, and Ning Yan sent her back to the house.

Cui Hui took a long time to digest this passage.

She suddenly remembered the scenes before her coma.

He said in surprise: "Niujun Ning, that plum Jinghe, she..."

Ning Yan handed her a cup of warm water to warm her body and said, "I already know her affairs. The person has left and can't stop him."

"What should I do?" Cui Hui didn't know how many levels of Mei Meng's identity were hidden, but she knew that what she could be targeted by Qi Yuanliang was definitely worthy of, "Is this considered 'to let the tiger return to the mountain and let the dragon enter the sea'?"

Ning Yan nodded: "Count it."

"That--"

Before Cui Hui could finish her words, a shadow fell into the house.

The man came with a burly and majestic figure, with a cold metallic luster. He could smell a faint blood when he got closer. His physique alone brought people a strong visual oppression. This man first glanced at Cui Hui, and he felt relieved when he saw that Cui Hui had nothing to do.

The shoulders can be seen by the naked eye to relax.

"Shizhong Ning, the last one will not be able to bring people back."

"As expected, she still showed mercy to you." Ning Yan had heard of the old events of Lu Jue and Mei Meng, and knew that the two were confused about the two. "She was protected by a strong martial artist. If you were not supported by her, but hit her, even if the Xinglin doctor came here, it would be too difficult to turn things around. Although Wu You found her, she was also hit by the gate."

"A strong and courageous warrior?"

Ning Yan said: "It's still an acquaintance."

"acquaintance?"

"I saw it next to Zheng Qiao in my early years, it was Qi Cang."

Mei Meng's guards are not strong enough, and they are relatively normal travel configurations for aristocratic families. The strength exceeds this level and the aristocratic families with a relatively small foundation cannot afford it. But Mei Meng is not only a daughter of aristocratic families, but also a senior official of the Qi State and a deputy to the Southwest Branch.

No matter how much progress Lu Jue has made over the years, he will be useless to meet Qi Cang.

Wu Youye is just a relatively special incarnation of cultural energy.

"Isn't it dangerous for Shizhong Ning to go rashly?"

"Wuyou is my cultural incarnation, it doesn't matter. Some information also needs to be collected by Wuyou himself. Compared to the harvest, it is very cost-effective to take some risks. If it is not Zixu, you can save some worry." Ning Yan recalled what Wuyou heard before he was defeated, and his brain was a little painful. That matter was probably even more annoying than Mei Meng's escape. "Oh, he really... caused a lot of trouble."

Lu Jue: "She?"

Ning Yan did not continue to respond.

Just because the sentence Wu You heard was-

【Tell Qi Yuanliang to tell him to -]

【His literati's way is very useful.】

This means that Mei Meng's literati's way of literati has a certain commonality with Luan Xin's [Between], and can unknowingly use the third party's way of literati for his own use. Ning Yan is sure that Mei Meng must have done something with Qiliang's way of literati, otherwise she would not have left such ambiguous provocation and disagreement, and it is also a provocation and demonstration against Qiliang or the Northwest Branch.

It is related to Qi Yuanliang, and Ning Yan wants to ask Chen Tang for instructions.

It cannot be disclosed to third parties before this.

In addition to this information, Ning Yan also found a "unexpected joy" through Wuyou: "Birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups."

Lu Juezheng was immersed in the rare setbacks and did not understand why Shizhong Ning suddenly expressed such emotion. Instead, Cui Hui, who was next to him, nodded quickly and agreed with the beauty's point of view: "This is the truth."

Beautiful and you say anything right.

Lu Jue: "..."

The remote mountain road is rugged, and the wheels are turning rapidly.

I don't feel much bumpy when I'm in the car.

The bearded man lifted the curtain of the car and sat in without his owner's permission. He leaned back carelessly, completely ignoring the original owner in the carriage. After sitting for a while, he was speechless and sat upright and complained: "You literati from aristocratic families are boring, what kind of carriage are you? You are not bored when you go on a horse and ride on a horse. After a few hours, you don't change your posture, your butts are numb."

Even the iron-clad butt can't stand such a waste.

Not only are the butts numb, but the legs are also numb.

He doesn't like to pay attention to these stupid and stupid pomp. He is running for life now, how can he still be leisurely?

Mei Meng supported her chin with one hand and didn't look at him.

The strong man sneered: "Is he still thinking of your old lover?"

He and Mei Meng parted in Gaoguo. He took time to visit the old master's grave and revisit the old place. Chen Youli was quite broad-minded. He was mentally prepared to have the old master's grave thrown away and his corpse hung on the tree. However, he did not expect that the abandoned and dilapidated academy had been carefully repaired, and the grave located in it was also full of money. The grave was clean and guarded by mute servants.

The strong man and the mute servant were fooled and guessed and played.

I learned from the mute servant that someone had bought the nearby hill.

The owner of the mountain had a pitiful encounter with the mute servant, so he let the mute servant live here, and just need to clean the academy regularly every month. The lonely grave did not give any instructions, and the mute servant would help pull weeds occasionally without any trouble.

[Really? I don't believe it. No one comes to dig graves and whip the corpse every now and then? Remove the bones and make soup?] The strong man expressed doubts about this, almost annoyed the mute servant being pushed out. He made a fuss, stopped talking more, and went down the mountain to buy a lot of funeral items.

[No one has offered you money for so many years. I guess I'm living a difficult life here, it sounds pitiful. Come on, it's rare for me to come here, thinking about the friendship between our former ministers. I'll cook you more this time. I don't know when next time... In the current world, maybe I'll go down next time I meet. Buy more delicious food for yourself and bribe the ghost man. Maybe the bribe will be done. You can suffer less every day under the fire and the oil pan... But, don't spend too much.]

[Think about it, if I die too, we will be lonely ghosts without descendants' sacrifices. If we don't have descendants' sacrifices, we will spend a little less money in our hands. Save a little bit, maybe we can last until the day of reincarnation of the karma of killing. It's scary to think about it, it's better not to die. I think I am majestic in the world, and I want to be as poor as you, and I am as poor as you...]

While burning, I sighed that the country of prosperity is changing with each passing day.

【Yohe, there are also boys and girls.】

【These are also burned to serve you.】

Zheng Qiao seems to have never suffered from poverty in her life.

[There are still Meiji Juncai here? I will also burn a few pairs for you. You can't taste them when you are alive, and you will have fun after you die.]

Looking at the ashes curled up by the flame tongue, the strong man thought of Zheng Qiao's face, and then thought about these rough paper-like red faces. If Zheng Qiao could really receive them, I really don't know who would be happy.

The strong man grabbed another handful of paper men with the words "Literary Scholars" and "Dareful Martial Arts". A large pile of paper men with red horizontal lines at the waist, and the flower-shaped tiger talismans were marked "Second Grade Top Middle" and "Twenty-Five Marquis" respectively: [These masters are all burned for you. If you think life is boring, you will lead these ghost soldiers to stab the underworld in the sky. If you have nothing to do, you will be happy?]

The mute servant watched the strong man burn paper for half an hour for the lonely grave.

I mistakenly thought that the strong man's relatives were lying in the lonely grave.

Turn around and go to the kitchen to get some dry food.

Where is the strong man in front of the lonely grave?

If it weren't for the fact that there were a few more gold on the table, the mute servant thought he had hallucinations and hurriedly thanked him, thinking that he would go down the mountain to buy some sacrifices next time, which would be considered to be a kind person.

The strong man didn't mention his itinerary during this period.

But he knew Mei Meng's whereabouts very well.

Mei Meng said in a low voice: "No."

The strong man looked like "You don't have to hide it".

He had only contacted Mei Meng in the past few days. Kang Guo still didn't know the news that he had sneaked in. As long as Mei Meng was determined, whether she wanted to take Lu Juei back or one by one, it would be theoretically possible, at most it would be a little hard work.

"This person is indeed talented. If he is the same age as me, he will have to run away when he sees him, but who has made him so late for so many years? Whether it is killing him or destroying him, it is the same."

Mei Meng glanced at the strong man with a squint.

Taste: "There is only this in the general's mind?"

Strong man: "..."

"We can neither take him nor kill him. Just as before you came, Chen Youli didn't kill me? If I were just Mei Jinghe, I was just an ant that could disappear with the wave of the power, but I am still the confidant of the Lord of Qi and the deputy of the Southwest Branch. If I show my identity, I cannot move directly. Do whatever I do secretly and say it, and I must also keep it openly..."

So Lu Jue cannot die.

Or, no matter who stops you today, you can't die.

The strong man just scoffed at this.

He was the most impatient with these plots.

"When Chen Youli knows what you did..."

Mei Meng closed her eyes and said, "That's just one part of the plan. There can be no mistake in my perfection."
To be continued...