Chapter 49

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In the reed marsh on the East Bank of Xiangshui, Fang Xie carefully drilled out of the water and looked around. After making sure there was no danger, he climbed to the shore in a bit of embarrassment and fatigue. Although Mu Xiaoyao has the ability to sense and the big dog's nose can smell murderous gas, Fang Xie finally understands that his dependence on Mu Xiaoyao and the big dog may cost him his life.

Fang Xie, who climbed to the shore and lay in the grass, breathed like a demon who had just come to the world from hell.

While lying on the ground to rest, he suddenly thought of a problem.

He found his luck really smelly. After arriving in this world, he was inexplicably involved in a chase. Fifteen years later, he still didn't understand why those bald donkeys were so persistent in killing themselves. The big dog refused to say, and Mu Xiaoyao refused to say. Even if he thought he was a genius, there was nothing to reason about such a thing without a clue. Those bald donkeys and mad dogs chased him for more than ten years, as if he had slept all the women in Buddhism in his last life.

It's not easy to get enough military achievements in fan Gu and have the opportunity to enter the capital of the Sui Dynasty, which is most feared by those bald donkeys. But he became the ghost of Li Xiaozong, and encountered ambushes all the way. It's only half the way to the imperial capital. I don't know if I have the life to see the gate of the martial arts academy.

However, Fang Xie has to admit that the assassin level of Da Sui is really higher than those bald donkeys. If the people who had been chasing him for the past 15 years could be like the assassins in the love yamen of the great Sui Dynasty, close their emotions and not vent a penny, then he might have been killed before he was a baby.

Therefore, Fang Xie deeply engraved the words "Qing Ya" in his heart.

Also remember the name Hou Wenji.

He lay down for a while, recovered some strength, sat up and looked at Mu Xiaoyao and big dog. So... He was made speechless by the scene he saw.

Mu Xiaoyao was soaked and stood under a weeping willow, shaking the water on his hair. The red skirt clings to her, which outlines her almost perfect figure incisively and vividly. The red skirt is close to the body and even shows the original color of the skin. The plump and proud crisp chest, flat belly without any fat, round and upturned hips under the slender and beautiful waist, and then a pair of the most eye-catching beautiful legs are enough to make people's blood spray.

Perhaps for the convenience of action, the red skirt has a high fork at the hem. She stood by the tree, her beautiful white leg exposed from the red skirt, and Fang Xie looked at it almost to the bottom of her thigh. This is the most beautiful leg I have ever seen before and after fangxie. If you lose one point, you will lose one point.

He even thought that if he was wrapped around his waist by these legs, wouldn't he really want to die?

To tell the truth, Fang Xie took back his sight from Mu Xiaoyao and made great efforts. Although Mu Xiaoyao's face is not beautiful, it is slightly inferior to some women in red tea moves. But her most deadly weapon is her body. This scene at this moment can definitely kill all normal men.

Like a prescription.

He looked at the commanding height that had stood up under his wet clothes, shook his head in frustration, and then forced himself to see the big dog.

This method of diverting attention is really effective. After seeing the big dog, the hot thing really softened soon.

The wretched guy in a leather robe was lying on the ground with the dying lamb in his hand. I don't know if the lamb has practiced. He is still alive after diving all the way. Fang Xie really admired the spirit of big dog, a fat sheep who would rather die than let go, just as he always felt that grey wolf deserved respect in his last life.

At this time, the big dog turned over and sat up, looked at Fang Xie and asked seriously, "how about having roast mutton today?"

Fang Xie wanted to laugh, but now he felt that he should not laugh.

Fenglindu is controlled by the people of Qingya, so the Qingya on the Bank of the river may have arranged people long ago. If he hadn't thought of diving across the river with a reed stalk, he might have to go far to avoid the ambush of the Qing yam.

"You can't light a fire... Who knows if those guys who have a better sense of smell than dogs will rush up immediately when they see the fire."

He stood up, shook the water on his clothes and said, "find a place to take a nap and drive on in the dark. You can't go to Guanle city to meet Cui lueshang. I can't say that we'll still depend on each other for thousands of miles in the future."

"No, it's nothing."

Mu Xiaoyao straightened out his hair behind his ears and said blandly, "I didn't think your two new friends could help you from the beginning."

Fang Xie smiled and didn't answer. He just shook his head and sighed: "in the future, I have to walk on my own two legs. There are thousands of miles... When I come to the imperial capital, don't my legs have to be more beautiful than sister Xiaoyao's legs?"

"Where are you going?"

Asked the big dog.

"If you want to be an official, you have to find a way to change your appearance."

Fang Xie frowned. As soon as he was about to speak, he heard Mu Xiaoyao lowering his voice and saying, "quiet, there are many people coming from the southeast, including experts!"

The big dog sniffed and shook his head, "it's not murderous."

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Just when Fang Xie and his followers were in a panic to avoid being chased by assassins, on an official road from the south of the Yangtze River to the imperial capital, a line of three gorgeous and noble carriages headed northwest under the protection of hundreds of followers.

The three carriages were painted bright red and painted with some strange lines and patterns. The carriage was pulled by two very strong young horses. It was not slow but extremely stable. The most striking thing about this carriage is that there are apricot yellow flags on both sides of the carriage, on which are painted a mountain and a view.

The three carriages were accompanied by a team of 100 people. The most shocking thing is that these people are clearly not Imperial officers and soldiers, but everyone is riding a tall horse. For the great Sui Dynasty, which was short of war horses, it was hard to imagine.

You should know that the control of war horses was very strict in the big Sui Dynasty. Even large families would strictly control the number of war horses they could own according to their grades.

In the Sui Dynasty, horses were also raised, but they could not be compared with grassland cavalry. In terms of endurance, speed and carrying capacity, the war horses raised in several horse farms in the Sui Dynasty can not be compared with the good horses on the grassland. This was also the most irritating thing for the emperor of the great Sui Dynasty. His empire was large enough and vast, but he couldn't cultivate good war horses. For this reason, the emperor even sent special people to sneak into Mengyuan to dig back some forage to see if the difference in food led to the difference in the physique of war horses. Facts have proved that he thought too much.

Because of this, the team of more than 100 people in this line is particularly eye-catching.

The 100 men who rode on horses were all Taoist priests wearing dark blue Taoist robes. They wore a bun and wooden hairpins. The Taoist robes were embroidered with eight diagrams. Each of them was slender and solemn. They were tied with long swords behind them, and red spikes were tied on the hilts of the long swords, so that the team seemed to have a different momentum in majesty.

In the great Sui Dynasty, only Taoists in one Taoist temple could use apricot yellow flags.

Only one Taoist temple can be equipped with 300 excellent war horses.

Only the master of a Taoist temple is qualified to take the gorgeous red carriage.

These Taoists come from Yiqi temple in Leshan, Qing Dynasty.

In the first carriage, there was Taoist Fengming, who was full-time urging his disciples to practice in the back mountain of Yiqi temple. He is the second disciple of immortal Xiao, the leader of Yiqi temple. He is cold and arrogant by nature and has few words. In Yiqi temple, it has been secretly called cold faced hell by disciples. He has a clear division of labor with Taoist he Zhen, the eldest disciple of immortal Xiao. He is only responsible for the cultivation of his disciples and does not care about the secular world. Taoist Hezhen, who is modest and tactful, is in charge of most of the affairs of the Taoist temple.

Taoist Fengming sits alone in a carriage, but there are still many gifts in the carriage that are intended to be presented to the emperor. It includes a complete set of Taoist ancestor's theory written by immortal Xiao, as well as the new tea picked by yiqiguan Houshan tea garden this year. You know, the Qinglu tip of qingleshan is more precious than Jiupin lotus heart. It's hard to find a thousand gold.

In the second carriage sat immortal Xiao, who always looked solemn and dignified in front of outsiders, wearing a dark Taoist robe, holding a duster in his hand and sitting cross legged. He also took a carriage alone. There were no gifts in the carriage, so the carriage seemed a little empty.

Immortal Xiao suddenly opened his eyes while sitting in silence. His face changed slightly, as if he had noticed something wrong. After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help telling the outside of the car: "I just realized a trace of heaven by chance and need to meditate. I'm going to shut up in this carriage and don't disturb anyone before I leave!"

"Yes!"

On the sidewalk outside the car, people answered neatly, and everyone's face was full of respect for the Lord. They all sighed in their hearts that the Lord is indeed worthy of the status of the leader of Taoism. Even if you travel alone in the car room, you can feel the way of heaven. I'm afraid no one can reach it in the world.

They are proud to be disciples of Yiqi view and to have such a view Lord.

After hearing the promise from the Taoists outside, Xiao Zhenren's face suddenly eased. He first threw the dust in his hand aside, then hurriedly took off both boots, took off his socks, took a look at his feet, and slowly raised his index finger of his right hand to stare for a moment.

The next second, he poked his index finger into the gap between his toes and rubbed it back and forth. While rubbing, I couldn't help moaning. The intoxication of that face is the real desire for immortality and death.

Twenty minutes later, he put on his socks and boots, resumed his sitting appearance, cleared his throat and said, "I have passed the pass and have to realize a ray of heavenly power."

The crowd immediately admired him.

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In the third carriage sat two women. Instead of sitting next to each other, they sat opposite. One of them was wearing the green Taoist robe of the beginner of Yiqi temple, and his long hair was combed into a Taoist nun's hair, tied on his head and scattered behind his head. Her face was exquisite to the extreme, with her eyes closed and her long eyelashes bent slightly upward. Small nose, ruddy lips. The face is perfect and firm. Even if I stared at her face for a day, I couldn't find a flaw. And... The more you look at it, the more you feel that she is so beautiful.

She just sat with her eyes closed, quiet as an ink lotus.

The woman sitting opposite her is also very beautiful, but she is a little less beautiful and a little more sassy than the woman dressed up by the Taoist nun. She wore a red robe almost the same as Mu Xiaoyao, and looked as beautiful as flowers. Just because the cold and secluded long scabbard sword in her arms made her look more cold and beautiful than Mu Xiaoyao.

The woman holding the sword looked at the woman as quiet as lotus, and suddenly sighed gently: "Mo Congzhi, have you always wanted to kill me?"

The muscle is like coagulated fat. The woman named coagulated fat slowly opened her eyes and looked at the woman holding the sword. After being silent for a while, her tone was very light, but she replied seriously: "Shen qingfan, why don't you want to kill me? But I can't kill you, and you can't kill me. So it's meaningless to think of these useless things."

Shen qingfan smiled and looked down at the long sword like autumn water in his hand: "not necessarily. When I hate my so-called mission and want a new life, I will kill you."

"When was that?"

Asked the mold foam.

Shen qingfan thought for a moment and said, "when I'm strong enough not to be afraid of the person who gives me my mission."

Mo Congzhi was silent for a while, then nodded and said seriously, "OK... I'll try my best to become stronger than you before you are strong enough to kill me."