It's you!
Meng Fuyao's iron-like clothes tore through the night wind. In a flash, she was already at the center of the tribe.
The black-clothed man suddenly turned his head and saw the familiar figure and black clothes. In an instant, his pupils seemed to dilate slightly, and he almost blurted out, "Meng — —"
He was extremely vigilant and immediately remembered that Fuyao's identity was extraordinary. He swallowed the words that had just escaped his mouth and looked her up and down with surprise and disbelief.
Meng Fuyao smiled. "It's not a dream to see you here." She looked at the young man's sparkling Spectral Eyes warmly. Although she was surprised that Yun Hen was not in Taiyuan but here, she knew it was not the time to reminisce. She walked over and stood with his back against her. She smiled and said, "I like beating dogs the most. Bring me along."
Yun Hen pursed his lips. He knew that Fuyao could see that he was injured, but not only did she not mention it, she even remembered to protect his face when she offered to help. She … seemed to have changed.
His impression of Fuyao was brave and straightforward. Although she was also delicate and sensitive, she seemed to be more mature and understanding now.
Was it because of … Xuanji's experience?
News of the Great Wan Empress' birth had spread all over the world. Yun Hen had naturally heard about it. No matter how the official version celebrated peace, the pain was still clear to anyone with a discerning eye. He tilted his head to look at Meng Fuyao, a look that spoke a thousand words.
Meng Fuyao could not help but tremble when she saw his distressed expression. She quickly averted her gaze and pointed her black knife directly at the skinny man riding a wolf.
The man thought that she was going to declare war and was waiting for her to say a few words. Unexpectedly, Meng Fuyao pointed her knife at him and, without a word, swung it!
The black knife had just lit up when it reached the man's eyebrows!
The man was dumbfounded and hurriedly retreated. He never thought that there would be such a shameless person in the Five Continents. She was so skilled in martial arts, yet she did not care about her identity and attacked without even greeting!
Meng Fuyao's logic was simple. You bullied my friend, my enemy. Why should I be polite to an enemy?
The saber light was about a foot away from his glabella when the sound of air being torn apart could be heard. The man riding the wolf was quick to react. He raised the flute in his hand and sparks flew in all directions. The flute was split open and the man riding the wolf's head tilted back as a flower of blood burst out.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the flute fell to the ground. Without hesitation, the man retreated several feet with the help of Fuyao's blade. He whistled, and the pack of wolves pounced on Fuyao and Yun Hen. The air was filled with the stench of blood, and the man took advantage of it to escape.
As soon as Meng Fuyao made her move, he knew that not only would he not be able to gain any advantage, but he would also be in deep trouble. She was decisive and immediately fled without a fight.
The pack of wolves pounced on her. She sneered and pointed her saber at the sky. Sliding forward, a black light flashed, and four wolves were sliced open. Blood rained down from the sky. She had already passed through the rain of blood and was behind the man riding the wolf.
"Don't go, let's have a heart-to-heart talk."
The man's body stiffened, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
With a leap, his figure suddenly disappeared.
Meng Fuyao was stunned. When she looked up again, the man had reappeared 30 feet away. He had even changed his direction.
What was this? Burrowing? Camouflage? Camouflage? Fufeng had many special arts. Which one was this?
The man crouched and rose again. In the blink of an eye, he was dozens of feet away and even changed his direction.
Meng Fuyao did not give chase. She stood where she was and watched coldly with her arms crossed.
The man floated in mid-air and looked back at her with a smug expression. He had used this trick to escape from countless experts. Just a few days ago, he had even escaped from a top-notch expert because of it.
Feeling that he had played enough, he prepared to make his getaway.
When he crouched again, he suddenly saw a pair of boots.
Light purplish silver cloud patterns hung from the corner of his robe, swaying in the wind.
The man riding the wolf was known for his quick-wittedness. When he saw the boots so close to him, he knew that he was in trouble. He wanted to use his special art again, but for some reason, he could not do so.
Suddenly, the boots in front of him gave him a light kick.
It didn't look fast or fierce, but the wolf rider's huge body was kicked into the air without any resistance. He streaked across the air and landed in the hands of Meng Fuyao, who was waiting calmly in the midst of the chaos.
Meng Fuyao grabbed the man's collar and shook him. "I've finally caught you, you groundhog."
The man's head suddenly twisted in mid-air. Under the night sky, a long, flat, and pale face with no contours appeared. At first glance, it was as frightening as a ghost.
Then, his eyebrows, nose, and eyes drooped down.
Like a melting wax man in a fire, all his facial features collapsed in an instant. Suddenly, his face was in a mess.
Meng Fuyao was really frightened by this strange face. She felt as if she was holding a deflated balloon or just a layer of painted skin. Disgusted, she hurriedly threw him to the ground.
The man fell to the ground like a pile of clothes. There was no more movement.
"Dead?" Meng Fuyao frowned. "I didn't do anything, and I didn't see him commit suicide. How could he be dead?"
"It seems to be a type of spirit art." Zhangsun Wuji walked over. "There's a type of spirit art in the Fufeng Strange Art. Sorcerers can divide their souls into corpses and manipulate them. Sorcerers can also use a special art to control a person's soul. Once they discover that something is wrong, they can destroy the living soul from thousands of miles away. I just don't know which one it is."
Meng Fuyao kicked the sack away and turned around to see that her guards had already dealt with the daring herdsmen as if they were chopping vegetables. They were rushing over to surround the strange group of people. However, when they saw the death of the wolf rider, it was as if they had received some kind of warning. With a flip of their bodies, they fell to the ground without a sound. It was a clean and efficient way to end their own lives.
The remaining wolves were no longer a concern, so they were left to the 300 elites to handle. Meng Fuyao looked at the corpses on the ground with dissatisfaction. "Who are these people? They look like an organized, disciplined, and orderly gang of assassins … "she muttered.
Yun Hen walked over, followed by a group of men, women, and children from the tribe. The leader was an old man with a face full of wrinkles. He bowed deeply and placed a hand on his chest. "Thank you, Great Fish God Buhe! Thank you, emissary of God, for saving my tribe! "
Meng Fuyao looked at the sky … Great Fish God … She, the Great Wan Empress, had now become the subordinate of a fish …
The three main tribes of Fufeng were as numerous as the hairs on a cow. They all had their own beliefs and totems. There were snakes, rabbits, fishes, dogs, and all sorts of strange things. It was said that there was even a toilet bowl. Now that she had fallen to become the emissary of a fish, at least it was better than a toilet bowl.
Emperor Meng had always been impatient with greeting and sending people off. He left the pleasantries to Zhangsun Wuji and pulled Yun Hen aside to whisper in his ear. "Why are you here?"
Yun Hen smiled. "It's not just me. There's another acquaintance here. " He led Meng Fuyao into a tent. Under the dim candlelight, there was a person lying on the carpet. A local girl was standing guard by her side, looking out of the tent with a pair of frightened eyes. When she saw Yun Hen, her face lit up with joy and she could not take her eyes off him.
Meng Fuyao snickered. Could it be Yun Hen's peach blossom? 'Aiya, this ethnic girl is so sweet. Young Master Yun is really lucky.' Just as she was about to tease him, her eyes fell on the person on the carpet and she jumped up.
Ya Lanzhu!
"… Zhu Zhu?" Meng Fuyao's eyes widened. "Why is Zhu Zhu here?" she stammered.
'Isn't Zhu Zhu in Da Han?' She had even sent a letter to Yao Xun to ask if Zhu Zhu wanted to return home. Why was she here all of a sudden?
She leaned over to look at Ya Lanzhu. Apart from her pale face, there was nothing wrong with her. But there was no reason for her to not wake up after all the ruckus. What happened?
"I don't know either." Yun Hen frowned at Ya Lanzhu. "Five days ago, I met her at the border between Fufeng and Da Wan. She seemed to be in a hurry to get back to Qiang King City. After a few words, she suddenly collapsed. She only had time to say one thing to me. She asked me to find a way to send her back to Qiang King City."
"And then you were chased?"
Cloud Scar hesitated for a moment before saying, "That's not entirely true … On our way here, we actually saw a lot of tribes destroyed. It doesn't look like they're chasing us, but I'm not sure if they're trying to kill us or not."
Meng Fuyao looked at Yun Hen's face and placed her hand on his wrist. Yun Hen wanted to move away, but Meng Fuyao had already retracted her hand. Frowning, she said, "You have both old and new injuries on your body. The earliest injury wasn't even from five days ago. Also, why are you here? What happened to you? "
Her gaze moved back and forth between Yun Hen's face and body. He was much more haggard and covered in dust. It was obvious that he had suffered recently.
Yun Hen remained silent. His Spectral Eyes flickered as he avoided Meng Fuyao's gaze.
"Fine, you won't say anything." Meng Fuyao straightened her body and smiled coldly. She extended her hand and clapped. The leader of her guards responded.
"Send a message back to the Empire. Tell General Ji to go to Taiyuan and bring those two old fogeys, Yan Chi and Yun Chi. If they're obedient, invite them. If they're not, bring them over. If Taiyuan interferes, destroy them. That's all."
The leader bowed and left. "Don't!" Yun Hen said anxiously.
Why would Meng Fuyao's men care about what he said? They had always been loyal to Meng Fuyao and left without stopping. Meng Fuyao sneered and said nothing.
Yun Hen could only say helplessly, "Something happened in the family."
Meng Fuyao waved her hand to dismiss the leader of the guards. "Hmm?"
"The last time I went back," Yun Hen said, choosing the mildest words. "Godfather wasn't satisfied with the results of the True Martial Arts Meet. He wanted me to travel around the world to improve my martial arts, so I left. Who knew that the Yan Family would hear about my background and send a letter to Godfather asking me to return to the family. Godfather thought that I was resentful and ungrateful, so …"
Meng Fuyao laughed coldly.
Even though she used the mildest words, she could still tell what was going on.
Yun Hen didn't get the glory that Yun Chi had hoped for in the True Martial Arts Meet and help the family rise to the next level in Taiyuan politics. Yun Chi banished him in a fit of anger. Coincidentally, the Yan Family came to ask for him. Yun Chi probably thought that Yun Hen was colluding with the Yan Family and was afraid that keeping his adopted son around would be disadvantageous to him. Thus, he simply charged him with crimes such as colluding with the enemy nation and plotting to kill him.
'Damned old man!'
However, there must be more to this matter. Yun Chi's motive for taking Yun Hen in was not simple. It was only a matter of time before the Yan Family asked for him, so there was no need for Yun Chi to be so furious. There was an 80% chance that Yun Hen had angered Yun Chi.
Her guess was indeed correct.
Yun Hen lowered his eyes and averted his gaze. He didn't want to tell her that his godfather had asked him to return to the Yan Family and find a way to get close to Yan Jingchen to obtain the Vigorous Thunder Technique. He refused. He didn't want to return to the Yan Family, and even more so, he didn't want to be a spy there. His godfather had also heard about his friendship with Fuyao and asked him to borrow troops from Fuyao to help him seize the Taiyuan throne. This was even more impossible.
He had never wanted Fuyao to fall into a power struggle. Why would he bother her with such a matter?
Compared to his godfather's ridiculous requests, he would rather choose to wander the world.
On the day he left the Yun Family, it was raining cats and dogs. He only carried his sword and left the Yun Family mansion that had raised him for 20 years. From start to finish, he didn't look back.
The past was in the past. He had repaid everything the Yun Family had given him with his years of loyalty.
He had worked hard for the Yun Family for so many years, but in the end, Yun Chi had abandoned him just because he didn't get what he wanted. He had long understood such a fate.
He remembered how he had entered the Yun Family. He had climbed out of a mud pit and crawled all night to the Yun Family's ancestral hall nearby. Yun Chi's first choice had been to kick him away when he had come to pay his respects.
He had been kicked dozens of times, breaking many bones all over his body, but he still refused to let go of Yun Chi's foot. He didn't beg Yun Chi to save him, only to help bury his mother. His insistence had alarmed Yun Chi, who had looked down in surprise and changed his mind.
Yun Chi had taken a liking to his perseverance and adopted him.
To his foster father, this foster son of his was nothing more than a loyal and unchanging subordinate.
All the sons of the Yun Family were good-for-nothings, but he had a fortuitous encounter when he was young and became famous early. Yun Chi had gradually discovered the usefulness of this godson and had started to rely on him. Now, it was just a brush off.
That day, he had left Taiyuan and didn't know where to go. He suddenly had a strange idea and wanted to walk along the path that Fu Yao had taken in the Five States Continent. So he went to Wuji. When he was being pursued, he didn't have time to react. He thought that his godfather had cut him off completely, but he didn't expect that his godfather would be so ruthless. He was caught off guard and was injured. Since then, his path had been very difficult, but he had never thought of asking Fu Yao for help. He would rather die than appear in front of her like a stray dog.
Along the way, he heard about Fu Yao's background. He heard that she had succeeded the throne in Xuanji and quickly changed the dynasty. He felt gratified and couldn't help but want to go to Dawan to see her, sneaking a peek before leaving. He didn't expect to meet Ya Lanzhu before he reached Dawan. Before she fell, she had entrusted him with a task that he naturally had to complete first. He took Ya Lanzhu with him and dealt with either his or Ya Lanzhu's pursuers, or the internal turmoil in Fufeng. He traveled very slowly, hiding from various tribes. Today, he sought shelter in this tribe. He was initially rejected, but the chief's granddaughter stood up against the majority and made him stay. When the tribe was pillaged, he hesitated, afraid that no one would protect Ya Lanzhu if he took action. He didn't expect to see her when his sword pierced through the tent.
That moment was like a dream. Half a year of wandering miserably and suffering disappeared in an instant. Just by looking at those familiar black eyes, he felt boundless joy.
She was good, better than good. She made him feel so at ease.
The tent was lit like a bean, and the atmosphere was silent. Yun Hen was deep in thought, a clear smile on his haggard face. Meng Fuyao, on the other hand, was grinding her teeth, a murderous glint in her eyes.
Yun Chi, that old man, was burning the bridge after crossing it. Yun Hen had served the Yun family for many years, and she had personally witnessed Yun Hen's loyalty on the night of the Taiyuan Palace coup. Without Yun Hen, Qi Xunyi's coup would have succeeded long ago, and the Yun family, as subordinates of the crown prince, would have been executed. How would the Taiyuan officials of today be able to enjoy the glory and splendor they enjoyed today?
Who was the ungrateful one? Bah!
It was her fault. She had been so busy with all those messy affairs that she had neglected the possibility of Yun Hen being blamed for his failure in the True Martial Arts Conference. In other words, she had thought that Yun Chi would be dissatisfied, but they had lived together for so many years. Even if they didn't have family ties, they still had feelings for each other. Who would have thought that the old dog would be so heartless as to not only expel him, but also kill him!
The evilness of human nature had always been beyond her imagination!
Meng Fuyao was so angry that she had to take three deep breaths to calm herself down. After some thought, she said, "If you're out, then so be it. Staying in that shitty family will only dirty you. If there's a chance, I'll take them all down and give them to you!"
"No," Yun Hen said immediately. "I've never needed them."
Meng Fuyao smiled sinisterly and did not say anything else. She called for Zhangsun Wuji to come in and take a look at Ya Lanzhu. Zhangsun Wuji was startled when he saw Ya Lanzhu. He frowned as he felt her pulse. "There are too many types of Fufeng special arts, and the royal family is especially complicated. Some of them are linked to each other, and some of them may not be harmful. I'm not sure either."
"What's wrong with Zhan Beiye!" Meng Fuyao cursed as she squatted there. "He can't even look at a person properly!"
"Ah, Master, I'm finally able to see you …" The sound of hooves could be heard outside the tent. The curtain was lifted, and a man rushed into the tent. He grabbed the corner of Meng Fuyao's clothes and wiped his tears. "I've earned a lot of money again, but now you're rich enough that you don't even need a country …"
Meng Fuyao pulled him away and said in disgust, "Yao Xun, you're a turtle! You're only here now! "She dragged him to the carpet and said," Isn't Princess Ya in the Han Dynasty? When did you leave? Why didn't you report to me? "
"Huh?" Yao Xun rubbed his eyes. "Why is Princess Ya here? Didn't she follow His Majesty to Pandu? This, this … I don't know. "
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes. There was an 80% chance that something had gone wrong with Zhan Beiye. She squatted in front of Ya Lanzhu, frowning as she thought about what to do. Would Ya Lanzhu's parents chase her out with a broom if a lively little princess were to be sent back with a half-dead zombie?
Lord Ingot suddenly popped out of Zhangsun Wuji's embrace and looked at Ya Lanzhu. He scurried over and sniffed her body. Then, he grabbed her collar and started slapping her. Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched. If slaps could wake someone up, she would take Ingot's surname!
In the end, Ya Lanzhu woke up!
She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Lord Ingot. "Rat, it's you! I've missed you so much!" Meng Fuyao was overjoyed. She was about to rush over when she suddenly closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
Meng Fuyao broke down and scratched the wall …
Lord Ingot turned to Zhangsun Wuji and whispered. Zhangsun Wuji listened and said, "Ingot said it's fine. Princess Ya was indeed under the spell, but the other party doesn't seem to have any ill intentions."
"Rat knows special techniques?" Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up as she grabbed the rat.
Zhangsun Wuji shook his head. "It's just sensing, and it'll be more accurate with whoever it's close to. However, other than the caster, others who try to break the Fufeng special technique might end up making a fool of themselves. Don't act rashly."
First, I heard that the three great clans have a treasure hunting season every year. We'll search for treasures in the hottest summer, the Lost Trace Valley, where there are the most exotic beasts. There are many treasures there, and I want the best. Second, I want to go to Erhai Rakshasa Island. Back then, Da Feng gave me a map of the route there, saying that there's something there. What he has is naturally good stuff, and I'd be a fool not to take it. Third, I want to send Ya Lanzhu back to Faqiang Royal City. The Lost Trace Mountain is within the borders of Shaodang, and Erhai is the inland sea between Tarr and Faqiang. The three places are in three different directions, and we need to find the most convenient and labor-saving route. "
"There's no need for that!"
A bolt of lightning suddenly exploded above their heads, like a bolt of lightning from the Ninth Heaven, so loud that even their eardrums were buzzing. "Pa!" Their surroundings swayed and exploded. Soon after, everyone suddenly found themselves in the middle of a vast plain. Their tents suddenly burst open, breaking into several pieces and flying out. Even Ya Lanzhu's blanket was gone.
Just one sentence and the tent had been torn apart!
The wind howled fiercely, as if a steel plate was slamming into their faces, forcing them to take a few steps back. All they could see was darkness in front of them, and a fiery shadow suddenly lit up. The fierce red light seemed to be burning the entire sky. Then, they heard someone shouting in mid-air, "This old man is bringing the people away!"
In the time it took to say these words, there was a vague gust of wind, and a silhouette of a person flashed past and dodged again and again. Vaguely, there seemed to be the sound of clapping hands and angry shouts. The grassland under everyone's feet suddenly caved in a little, and the fiery silhouette dimmed and brightened again, shooting far away like a fiery dragon. The last word 'go' was already several miles away.
In the time it took to say two sentences, the tents were destroyed, the blankets were flying, the ground collapsed, and the unsteady crowd was rolling on the ground. Even a layer of grass was cut off.
This person — in fact, most people had not figured out what had just appeared. They only knew that he spoke human language, but they did not see his shadow from beginning to end. However, when their eyelids blinked, it was as if they had been struck by lightning.
Yao Xun rolled on the ground, his nose bleeding from the wind like a stone slab. After a long while, he covered his nose and murmured, "Take who away? He disappeared without a trace, and I don't see anyone missing … "
Yun Hen was still standing by his side, protecting the tumbling Ya Lanzhu. Suddenly, he said quietly, "Too little."
"Ah?" Yao Xun looked around and suddenly jumped up. "My master!" he exclaimed.
= = =
"May I ask if you know me?"
"…"
"May I ask if I know you?"
"…"
"May I ask if you know my mother?"
"…"
"Then I know your mother?"
"…"
"You don't know me, and I don't know you. You don't know my mother, and I don't know your mother. Why are you grabbing me?"
"…"
Meng Fuyao was furious.
Out of nowhere, a fiery old man had appeared out of nowhere, torn open the tent, and grabbed her. In the time it took to say five words, she, Zhangsun Wuji, and Yun Hen had attacked him, but the old man had blocked them all. In the blink of an eye, he had tried to grab Ya Lanzhu, and when she had rushed over, he had taken the opportunity to sneak attack and take her away.
She suppressed her inexplicable anger and politely asked for a long time, hoping that the old man would open his mouth and let her take advantage of the situation. Unexpectedly, the old man did not say a word. Whether it was the relationship between her and his mother or the relationship between his mother and her mother, he did not move at all. What a waste of effort.
"Damn old man, damn old tortoise, damn old man, put me down …" She switched to a ruffian style of attack, trying to get the old man above her to drag her into the dust. It would be best to throw her into the arms of the old man who was chasing her relentlessly. She had never missed that embrace as much as she did now. "You incomplete life form, genetically mutated alien, kindergarten level, high school student, congenital Mongolian frog head, Mount Everest, abandoned baby, septic tank clogged murderer, hippopotamus volcano eruption, Noah's ark, cannonballs will fly at you if you go to war, all the places you've been to will become relics, all the places you've been to will become history …"
The red-robed old man suddenly searched his body and took out a dirty ball of cloth, which he stuffed into the noisy Fuyao's mouth.
"…"
Fuyao glared at the ball of cloth. From its shape, color, and material, it looked like a sock!
Stinky sock!
A stinky sock that hadn't been washed for at least seven days!
She, Fuyao, her honorable General Wuji, King Meng of the Han Dynasty, Imperial Preceptor Xuanyuan, and Empress Meng Fuyao of the Great Wan Dynasty!
A stinky sock stuffed into her mouth!
Fuyao was furious. She glanced sideways at the sock in her arms. Lord Ingot had been in her arms just now and had been abducted. Now, he was squinting against the wind and struggling to get out of her arms.
She signaled him to save her from the nightmare of the stinky sock with her eyes. Lord Ingot pretended to be terrified. No, you'll suffocate the noble Lord Ingot to death!
Fuyao's eyes turned sinister. No? You really don't want it? Are you sure you don't want it? Are you sure you insist on not wanting it? Are you not afraid of the consequences of not wanting it?
Lord Ingot immediately acted innocent. Who said I don't want it? I'll go through water and tread on fire for you!
It crawled with difficulty. The fiery-red old man was running so fast that even breathing was difficult. Any movement was like struggling in a tornado. Lord Ingot's white hair fluttered in the wind as he struggled. With great difficulty, he reached the stinky sock. Before he could lift his paw, a finger suddenly reached out and tossed him backward.
"Squeak …"
Fuyao closed her eyes. It was over. With such a high speed and such strong wind, the rat must have been thrown more than five kilometers away.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw a white ball swaying in front of her. Lord Ingot was fearless in the face of danger. At the last moment, he grabbed the finger and curled his claws around it.
The old man did not retract his finger. Thus, Lord Ingot hung miserably, his keys swaying in the wind like a hairy ball …
The old man carried her and the rat for a long time, running from night to day. Fuyao could only feel the wind whistling above her head. Even her hair was pulled up like a flag, and her skin was stiff and numb. Her face was ice-cold. She gritted her teeth and thought, 'This is really fast. It can run out of the grassland in half a day. What a good horse.'
Sure enough, a stone mountain appeared in front of them. They were almost at the border of the grassland.
The stone mountain was right in front of them, getting closer and closer. However, the fiery-red flamingo did not seem to have any intention of stopping. It did not slow down. Instead, it was fierce, wild, and unstoppable. It was as if it wanted to crash into a mountain like Gonggong.
Fuyao closed her eyes.
Forgive me for not wanting to see Wuji Brand Rat Meat Cake and Da Wan Brand Meng Meat Cake.
"Squeak …"
Lord Ingot's scream was like the screech of a car brakes.
The flamingo braked.
It really braked.
It was like a train that was about to crash into a mountain. The driver stepped on the accelerator to stop, but the passengers could not resist the inertia and fell forward.
Meng Fuyao fell forward.
With a 'shua' sound, she flew out. When Flamingo's body was still half a person's distance away from the rocky mountain, her elegant nose had already crossed that distance and was about to make uncontrollable intimate contact with the hard mountain wall.
She closed her eyes and waited for the fate of her Meng Meat Cake.
"Whoosh …"
Suddenly, her body was pulled by a strong force and stopped. She could hear the bones in her body creaking from the inertia, as if she had forgotten to oil the axle after using it for too long.
She opened her eyes, her long eyelashes sweeping away the dust on the mountain wall. Above her, an angry bird whose nest had been shaken off flew away. Then, she felt a chill on her head — a pile of bird droppings had fallen from the sky.
…
Fuyao's teeth chattered as she slowly raised her eyes to stare at the tall old man above her.
His red robe was as red as the sun, and his face was as red as the blooming flowers on the mountain. His head was bald, and not a single strand of hair grew on his shiny scalp. His baldness was not natural, but a result of practicing external martial arts. He had a pair of bull's eyes. Her eyes were not small, but both of them were not as big as his.
He had a wide mouth, a big nose, big ears, and big hands. Everything about him was huge, but he wasn't very tall. However, Fuyao felt that his appearance was intimidating enough, especially when he looked at people with his big eyes. If he was any taller, it would be suffocating.
"Let's take a break." The old man grinned. Fuyao felt dizzy again. Too noisy!
Too noisy, too noisy, too noisy! One person talking is like three hundred people quarreling!
How could there be such a high-pitched voice in the world? No wonder the previous sentence tore apart the thick cowhide tent.
The old man grabbed Fuyao in front of him and scrutinized her for a long time. Dissatisfied, he reached out to take off her mask and looked at her again and again.
Fuyao felt goosebumps all over her body from his stare. She whimpered and wanted to protest, but the old man remembered the stinky sock's mission. He grabbed the sock and saved the Great Wan Empress from the tragic fate of being suffocated to death by a stinky sock.
Once her mouth was free, Fuyao asked, "May I ask why you caught me?"
"To look." The old man was indeed still looking.
"Did you see anything?" Fuyao asked.
"No." The old man shook his head. "Average looks and figure. Not big enough for a buttocks or breasts."
His voice reverberated through the air. She estimated that half of the people in the grassland could hear him. She closed her eyes in shame and resentment. 'Ah, let a bolt of lightning fall from the sky and strike Zhangsun Wuji for a second so that he won't hear what I said!'
'This Flamingo can't talk to him. Everything he says will be known by the whole world.'
"I say … why do you want to look?" Fuyao asked in a low voice.
As expected, the old man also subconsciously lowered his voice and answered sneakily, "Disciple's wife, of course this old man has to choose her."
Unfortunately for Flamingo, even if he lowered his voice, it was as if a hundred people were quarreling at the top of their lungs.
Fuyao was confused. "Disciple's wife?"
The old man smiled. "Actually, I don't know what he likes about you, but since he likes me, I'll make do."
Fuyao realized that talking to Flamingo was like talking to a chicken to a duck, so she went straight to the point. "Your disciple? Who? "
"Ye 'er." Flamingo squinted at her. "Who else could be my disciple other than him?"
"Zhan Beiye? He asked you to kidnap me? "Fuyao stared at his lightbulb-like head suspiciously.
"I heard that you're arrogant and unruly," Flamingo said seriously. "My Ye 'er's wife should be gentle, kind, and thrifty. She should be a good wife, a husband and a wife. You can't do that, so I have to personally teach you."
"He asked you to teach me?"
"The last time I saw him in Pandu, he didn't even say a word to me. Do you think I wouldn't know if he didn't tell me? I can tell he has something on his mind! " The old man, who was talking to himself, squinted his eyes and smiled proudly. "Ask Little Qi 'er. You'll know once you ask."
In short, Zhan Beiye had no idea what was going on, and he was a patient with Love Disciple Syndrome. He had wrinkled skin, white hair, and was a wishy-washy type of person.
Meng Fuyao became serious. She looked up and down, left and right.
"What are you doing?" A hundred people were quarreling.
"I'm looking," she answered.
"Did you see anything?"
"Yes." Fuyao gazed at the red-skinned egg with tears in her eyes. "I've never seen anything with such archeological value."
"Archeology?" Flamingo was stunned. His voice rose to the decibel level of 400 people quarreling. "Which martial art?"
Fuyao sighed. 'Forget it, no matter how I try to scold him, it'll be a waste of energy.'
Flamingo suddenly raised his head and said, "Hey, little guy, why don't you just let her go? This is my disciple's wife. Men and women shouldn't touch each other. Stay away. "
Fuyao's back was facing him. She couldn't see Zhangsun Wuji, but she could hear his leisurely laughter. "Oh? Is that so? But you're mistaken, Senior. This is my wife. What's wrong with me chasing after my wife? "
"Bullsh * t!" Flamingo glared. "My disciple likes her, so she's his wife. It's not an outsider's turn!"
"So she's probably your disciple's." Zhangsun Wuji laughed. "But don't you know? Last year, your disciple lost a bet with me and gave her to me. "
Fuyao's mouth twitched. 'Zhangsun Wuji, you're so good at lying. What do you mean lost to you? What bet with me? Do you think I'll stoop so low as to bet with you? I'll let you take advantage of me with your words first. Once I pluck this bird's feathers, I'll deal with you … '
"Lost to you?" Flamingo's eyes widened in disbelief. "Why haven't I heard of this?"
"Here." Zhangsun Wuji seemed to take out something and waved it. "Don't tell me you don't recognize this? This was originally a betrothal gift from the Great Han Emperor to Fuyao. Now that he's lost it to me, she's naturally mine too. "
The old man above her let out a hiss, obviously recognizing her. Meng Fuyao also let out a soundless hiss.
'Zhangsun Wuji, you're ruthless.
You've been carrying Zhan Beiye's betrothal gift all this time and used it to lie so flawlessly. Poor Zhan Beiye. If he finds out, he'll definitely lead his troops south and crush the Boundless Boundary Tablet. '
Fiery Bird lowered his voice a little, as though he was a little resentful towards this thing. He mumbled, "How could Little Ye lose his wife to someone else? No, no. "
He reached out and grabbed it. "Give it to me!"
The wind around him tightened as if it was being cut by a knife.
Zhangsun Wuji laughed. "Oh, Senior, don't scare me. If my hand goes limp, your Ye 'er's family heirloom will be gone. What will he use as a betrothal gift when he marries the Empress?"
The old man snorted and lifted Fuyao up. "I don't care who wins or loses. I only care about training my disciple's wife. Since she's not married to you, I'll take responsibility."
Fuyao protested with her gaze. 'I don't need you to take responsibility!'
"Sure." Zhangsun Wuji replied. "You take care of yours, and I take care of mine. You're in charge of training her, and I'll be in charge of pursuing her. We won't interfere with each other."
The old man was about to object when Zhangsun Wuji laughed. "Why? Are you really going to banish me? Fine, this junior will immediately send a message to the world and let the Seven Nations judge this matter. Great Han Monarch's master kidnapped my Limitless Empire's future Empress and won't allow Limitless Empire to take her back. The Top Ten Lei Dong is bullying the weak, and Great Han Monarch is bullying the weak … "
"Up to you!" the fiery red Lei Dong shouted and turned around.
Meng Fuyao's head buzzed for a while before she finally recovered. Lei Dong said, "I heard you guys talking about going to the Lost Mountain, right? I'm on my way there. I'll train you along the way. "
He took out a few crumpled pieces of paper and mumbled, "I went to ask. It might be useful … From tomorrow onwards, I'll take you to learn some skills!"
Just as her eyes lit up, she heard him reading, "First day, learn embroidery!"
"…"
"Day two, carry a woman's promise!"
"…"
"Day three, learn culinary skills!"
"…"
"Day four, learn sewing and cutting!"
"…"
"Day five, learn etiquette!"
"…"
"Day six, learn …" The old man's red face seemed to turn even redder. He tried his best to lower his voice, which was equivalent to 50 people quarreling. "… the Eighteen Arts of the Bedroom: Jade Maiden Heart Sutra!"
Fuyao vomited blood …
'God, please strike down a lightning bolt and kill this super b * tch!'
'Is he going to groom a Empress, a social butterfly, or a Japanese AV actress?'
When Lei Dong was done reading, he felt very satisfied. Carrying Fuyao on his shoulder, he took large strides towards his goal of becoming the perfect, standard Empress of the Han Dynasty. She could go to the main hall, the kitchen, and the bed.
Fuyao's eyes were misty with tears. For the first time, she reached out to Zhangsun Wuji for help.
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