A never-ending chase to the death began.
Lei Dong was running in front, and Zhangsun Wuji was chasing after him. In terms of Qing Gong, Lei Dong's Zhen Qi, which he had cultivated for decades, could be maintained for a longer period of time. In terms of Qing Gong, Lei Dong was not as good as Zhangsun Wuji. The two of them, one in front and one behind, maintained a distance of five feet.
Lei Dong's acupoint sealing technique was unique. The true Qi in Fuyao's lower body was locked, but her upper body was unaffected. He seemed to have predicted that she would never crawl away with her hands on the ground.
Of course, Fuyao was not in a hurry. 'You catch me? Fine, I'll torture you to death. Don't regret it.'
The first day, embroidery.
The old man unsealed her upper body's acupoints and threw her a bundle. She opened it to see embroidery bracelets, needles, and thread. It turned out that he had prepared everything.
"You have to embroider something today," Lei Dong said loudly. "When I'm free, I'll find an embroidery lady to guide you."
Then, he waved his sleeves and found a tree to sit down on. He also knocked down a few pitiful trees on the rocky mountain. He cut off some branches and leaves to make two beds, and lay down comfortably on them.
Fifteen feet away from them, Zhangsun Wuji found a flat stone and lay down comfortably.
"Where's the needle hoop?" Meng Fuyao asked.
"What's that?" Lei Dong's eyes widened.
"Something to wear on the hand to prevent it from being poked." Meng Fuyao spread her hands. "I won't do it if I don't have it. You should know that if the future empress of the Han Empire were to poke holes in her hands, it would be a disgrace to your disciple."
Lei Dong thought about it seriously. He could not ignore his precious disciple's face. He took out a thumb ring and asked, "This should do, right?"
Meng Fuyao took it without hesitation. It was a huge black jade thumb ring, with a faint, slender silver light in the middle. It looked like a half-opened, half-closed eye, flickering with light. It looked very unusual. She clung to the life creed of 'making the enemy suffer a loss is taking advantage of me' and immediately put it on her finger. "Done!"
She sat on a rock and did her embroidery very obediently. After embroidering for half a day, she looked at the flowers, the grass, the mountains, the birds, and then at Zhangsun Wuji. She shouted, "Hey, the weather is pretty good."
Zhangsun Wuji shouted back, "Yeah, it's pretty good. Have you eaten?"
"Not yet," she shouted. "Have you eaten?"
"I didn't eat either." Zhangsun Wuji shouted, "Why don't we catch two birds and roast them? What kind of bird meat do you like? Oriole, lark, crow, cuckoo? "
"Why does it sound so scary?" She murmured. After a while, she ordered, "Give me an oriole!"
"You two are so noisy!" Lei Dong couldn't sleep anymore. He sat up and shouted, "Don't talk!"
Meng Fuyao remained silent and handed over the embroidery needle.
"What?"
"Please sew my mouth shut," she begged. "It's fine if I don't eat or drink, but it's too cruel if I don't speak. Asking me not to speak is like asking you not to fight. Think about it, think about it …"
Lei Dong thought about it. After thinking for a while, he felt that it was really cruel. He said with a rumbling voice, "Lower your voice! Don't yell at the top of your lungs. My ears are going to explode. "
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky. 'Let a flock of crows come and crush this real noise maker!'
Unable to sleep anymore, Lei Dong wanted to get up to eat. He took out a few hard flatbreads and tossed them in his hands. His palms turned red, and the flatbreads softened. The fragrance of the flatbreads filled the air. Meng Fuyao praised, "Amazing martial arts! It's really a simple portable boiler suitable for home, travel, murder, and arson! "
Lei Dong grinned proudly. Meng Fuyao smiled back at him innocently. The two of them laughed and laughed until the smell of the flatbreads was emitted. Only then did Meng Fuyao remind him coldly, "It's burnt."
…
Lei Dong let go and threw the flatbreads in front of Lord Ingot. "This is for you!"
Lord Ingot's head hit the ground — the greatest humiliation of his life!
Meng Fuyao sighed. "Poor thing …" She then shouted at Zhangsun Wuji, "Are the birds done roasting?"
"They're lacking salt!" The aroma of roasted bird meat wafted over.
Meng Fuyao drooled and muttered to herself, "His Highness is not good at cooking, but roasting wild game is pretty good. Look at this smell, tsk tsk …"
Lei Dong sniffed, his eyes shining. "Tell that kid to roast a few more."
"You're a bandit who abducts women." Meng Fuyao hugged her knees, her nose in the air. "Have you ever heard of the victim treating the robber to a barbecue?"
"I'm Lei Dong!" the old man yelled.
"Never heard of it!" Meng Fuyao answered quickly.
Lei Dong glared at her with a piercing gaze like a searchlight. She glared back at him, refusing to back down. After staring for a while, she felt her eyelids aching and were about to tear up. No, she could not lose. She fumbled for two grass sticks on the ground and forced her eyelids shut.
The old man was defeated. This time, he did not glare at her. He tilted his head to look at her for a while, his lips curling into a smile. "Interesting, interesting. Now I know why Ye 'er fancies you … Sigh, other than Ye' er, you're the only one who can stare at me for so long."
Meng Fuyao snorted and turned her head away. Zhangsun Wuji tossed a roasted bird over, which she caught with a smile. "Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Good, good."
She tore off a leg and chewed slowly. Suddenly, she heard the sound of thunder beside her. Ignoring it, she continued eating. The thunder grew louder and louder. Lord Yuan Bao could not bear the torture and went back to his relative's house to avoid the lightning.
Meng Fuyao sighed. "People say that the stomach is as loud as thunder. I've seen it for myself today." She passed the remaining half of the roasted bird to Lei Dong, who immediately took it and stuffed it between his teeth.
"One, two, three, that's right!" Fuyao's eyes lit up when she saw him finish his meal without any warning. "One, two, three, that's right!"
…
Not down.
Lei Dong was still sitting there like a mountain. His eyes were even brighter than hers. "Roast a few more."
Meng Fuyao broke down. Why was the top-notch knockout drug she had obtained from Zong Yue so ineffective on the bird?
"Did you put in Gu Yidui's drug?" The red-haired old man licked his lips. "Women will always be women. Even if it's a knockout drug, it tastes like sugar. I haven't had it for more than ten years. I miss it."
Meng Fuyao twitched. This old man used to eat Master Zong Yue's poison to train his stomach …
Now that the poison had failed, Meng Fuyao was no longer in the mood to disturb Lei Dong's mind. She lay down dispiritedly. Before she could even lie down, Lei Dong pulled her up. "Embroider! Embroider! "
Emperor Meng grabbed a feather-light needle like a tiger's claw and said blankly, "Embroider, embroider …"
Lei Dong lay down comfortably with his legs crossed. He squinted at Fuyao's' flying needles', feeling that this was the most beautiful and virtuous woman he had ever seen. She seemed to be a good match for Ye 'er. With a big smile on his face, he drifted off to sleep.
Meng Fuyao heard his thunderous snoring and immediately cheered up. She raised her hand and gestured to Zhangsun Wuji. Just as Zhangsun Wuji took a step forward, the old man flipped his body and struck out with his long arm, intentionally or unintentionally, right at the acupoint on her shoulder.
Meng Fuyao heard the sound of her arm cracking. She immediately froze in the position of receiving a guest. Two hours later, the old man flipped over and hit her again. Only then did she put her hand down.
She failed to escape again …
The old man slept until the moon rose from the east. He sat up and asked for the results. "Where's the embroidery? Let me see."
Meng Fuyao yawned lazily and pointed to the ground.
The old man picked up the exquisite apricot-colored brocade and took a look. There was indeed something embroidered on it. It was a simple three-layered object with yellow thread. It was pointed at the top and round at the bottom.
"What is it?" Lei Dong was stunned.
Meng Fuyao lay down and stretched. "A pile of sh * t."
"…"
After a while, a roar came from the top of the mountain. "A pile of sh * t!"
"Strange." Meng Fuyao rubbed her eyes and looked at the cooked flamingo in confusion. "You said you wanted to see my embroidery skills, but you didn't specify what I should embroider. Now I'm going to show you my skills. Are you satisfied?"
"Still, you can't embroider this!" The old man was burning.
"What's wrong with it?" Meng Fuyao asked lazily. "Don't discriminate against a pile of sh * t. Sh * t has its own rules. Do you dare say that this thing isn't important? Do you dare say that you can live without it every day? Do you dare say that you won't feel bad if this thing refuses to come out? Do you dare to say that the rice you eat on a daily basis can grow well and smoothly be cooked into a fragrant rice without this thing to water it … "
"Shut up!"
The old man's fiery red voice was heard all over the mountain. If she continued, he would not be able to eat for the rest of his life.
Meng Fuyao lay down calmly and said, "Don't get agitated. Be careful of your blood pressure. Fortunately, it's going to rain soon, so I'm not afraid of your fever."
Indeed, it was going to rain soon.
Layers of clouds drifted across the sky, and the dark clouds closed in. Golden-Red fireballs leaped up and down between the clouds. She sighed. 'Being together with Lei Dong will indeed cause thunder and earth to shake when it rains.'
She lay on the rock and shouted, "Zhangsun Wuji, go down the mountain. There's no place to sleep on the mountain —"
Zhangsun Wuji looked up at her and smiled. "I'll be wherever you are."
Lei Dong was displeased and scolded, "Shut up! Don't you dare say sweet nothings to my disciple's wife!"
"Sir, I'm not qualified." Meng Fuyao turned around and looked at him sincerely. "Really, I'm not qualified to be a virtuous, eloquent, and magnanimous empress of the Han Dynasty."
"My Ye 'er likes it!" the old man replied simply and resentfully.
Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth and gave up on communicating with him. Forget it, it was more comfortable to pay attention to the Crown Prince.
However, paying attention to the Crown Prince did not make her feel comfortable either. There were no trees on the mountain, and the few that Lei Dong had swept over to make a bed. Below the mountain was a grassland with no shelter. Zhangsun Wuji stood where she could see, but there was only a shallow depression in the mountain that could not block the rain.
Meng Fuyao looked at the sky worriedly, hoping that the rain would not fall. Unexpectedly, when she looked up, a thunderbolt struck down, and raindrops fell like hailstones, forcing her to close her eyes.
The rain began to fall.
The summer rain on the grassland was unstoppable and violent. The trees above Meng Fuyao's head were quickly drenched. She quickly requested Lei Dong, "Go down the mountain and find a place to shelter from the rain."
"There's no need." Lei Dong welcomed the lightning cheerfully. "I chose this kind of weather to climb up the mountain. The lightning from the sky is very beneficial to my skill."
'Beneficial to you, but not to me!' Meng Fuyao thought angrily. Lei Dong glanced at her and said, "It's not a bad thing for you either. Young people should train their muscles and bones. You're already in the top ten, so why are you afraid of this little rain?"
'Should I be drenched just because I'm not afraid of the rain?' Meng Fuyao glared at the old man with his green face and fangs. 'Why does he speak in the same manner as that damned old Daoist? I have to go through natural training! I have to welcome the baptism of the storm! '
'A bunch of bastards!'
She saw that the old man was definitely going to train her, but there was no need for her to drag Zhangsun Wuji down with her. She did not have her bag with her, and her clothes were wet without a place to change. She could only turn around and shout at Zhangsun Wuji, "Go down the mountain to shelter from the rain! You'll catch a cold!"
Zhangsun Wuji asked her, "Are you cold? I'll go find some oil clothes for you … "
Meng Fuyao wanted to laugh. Where was she going to find oil clothes in such a vast and sparsely populated place? There might be people at the foot of the mountain, but to go over the mountain just to find oil clothes? The Crown Prince was too free! However, when that smile reached the corners of her mouth, it became a deep hook. Looking at Zhangsun Wuji standing in the rain, she suddenly became angry. She plucked the tree above her head and threw it in Zhangsun Wuji's direction. Zhangsun Wuji caught it and smiled at her through the curtain of chaotic rain. Even from so far away, she could see that his eyes were as bright as stars.
Lei Dong exclaimed, "Why did you pull out the tree to shelter you from the rain? Aren't you afraid of getting wet? "
Meng Fuyao said with her fangs, "Getting wet is like accepting the baptism of nature. It's the most intimate contact with the natural lightning. Why bother with trees? Get wet! You and I will get wet together! "
Without waiting for Lei Dong to speak, she raised her hand and threw Lei Dong's tree bed out, landing at Zhangsun Wuji's feet.
Lei Dong was furious. His roar was louder than the lightning above his head. "Where am I supposed to sleep if you throw my bed?"
Meng Fuyao shook her head and replied in an even louder voice, "Sleep with me!"
The old man staggered and fell to the ground …
Meng Fuyao held her head high and puffed out her chest, her eyes shining. 'I can't beat you in a fight, but lightning will kill you!'
After a while, the old man got up and stared at her with a burning gaze. His fiery red bald head glistened in the rain. Meng Fuyao stared at him maliciously, satisfied that his contact area was larger than hers.
They looked at each other through the rain for a while before turning their heads away. Meng Fuyao realized that Zhangsun Wuji had disappeared. She heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that Lei Dong would not harm her. It would not be easy for her to escape from him either. It did not matter if he stayed or not. What was important was to leave the mountain to avoid the rain.
Lei Dong turned his head and thought for a while. Suddenly, he punched the mountain wall.
With a loud bang, stone fragments flew everywhere. In an instant, the huge fist created a hole about an arm's length in the hard mountain wall. Lei Dong punched a few more times, and the hole became deeper and deeper. He had actually used his bare hands to create a hole in the mountain wall.
Meng Fuyao could not move her lower body. She waved her hand to block the stones and glared at Lei Dong. "Pangolin!"
Lei Dong suddenly grabbed her and threw her into the cave, saying, "You've been spoiled since childhood! Go to sleep! "
After a while, he threw Sir Yuan Bao in.
Meng Fuyao snorted and shook off her wet clothes. She watched the old man stand upright in the pouring rain, lightning flashing, thunder roaring, and golden snakes dancing. His shiny head shone as he welcomed the baptism of the Heavenly Thunder. She could not help but mutter pitifully.
"Poor Zhan Beiye …"
After resting for a while, she suddenly saw a figure in front of her. She peeked through the curtain of rain and frowned. 'Why is Zhan Beiye back?'
He seemed to be carrying something under his armpit. Like the wind, he passed through the curtain of rain and tossed it over.
Meng Fuyao caught it. It was an oil jacket and a bundle wrapped in the oil jacket. Inside was a set of clean clothes for a female herdsman, complete with shoes and socks. There was even … underwear.
Meng Fuyao stared at the girdle of the grassland girl for a long time. Her face flushed with embarrassment.
After a long time, she finally remembered where he got this set of clothes from. How many miles had he run on that rainy night to find a house? Or had he just climbed over this mountain to find a clean set of clothes for her?
He knew that at her level, being drenched in the rain was not a big problem. It was just a little uncomfortable. Yet, he still ran dozens of miles in the rain in the middle of the night just to find a set of dry clothes.
There was someone who did not care for her because of her strength. In his heart, even if she flew high up in the sky, she would always be a little girl he had the responsibility to take care of.
Meng Fuyao held the set of clothes and looked at Zhan Wuji, who was smiling in the rain with his hands behind his back. When he saw her looking over, he also put on an oil jacket and sat down. However, his clothes were already wet, so it did not matter whether he put it on or not. Meng Fuyao let out a long sigh. Ever since the Crown Prince had accompanied her, he had only suffered hardships that he should not have. He had to sleep outdoors, have a picnic, get drenched in the rain, get beaten up, chase after her with all his might, and search for clothes in the middle of the night. He had to do all the things that every man in the world would have to do to woo a girl.
Under the curtain of rain, the two of them looked at each other. One was comforting her with a smile, while the other was blaming himself. It looked like they were deeply in love. Lei Dong was annoyed. He blocked her line of sight with his body. "Don't peek!"
Meng Fuyao did not say anything. She looked at his back for a long time and said lazily, "Old Master, no wonder you don't like my body. Look at you, your butt is really big."
…
The door moved quickly, and the old man was defeated again …
The rain continued for most of the night and only stopped when dawn broke. In the morning, water droplets rolled on the rocky mountain and the air was refreshing. Zhan Wuji's sleeves fluttered in the wind as he greeted from afar, "Morning."
Meng Fuyao looked at him with admiration. She felt that there was such a kind of person in the world who could maintain a noble and elegant demeanor no matter what kind of situation he was in. A night in the rain was like a night in a hot spring. Unlike her, who had taken shelter in the cave and had changed into clean clothes, she was still a crumpled rag after a night.
Lei Dong snorted in response to Zhan Wuji's question. Once again, he picked up a man and a mouse and prepared to open the way. Lord Ingot refused to leave with tears in his eyes. "I'm hungry!"
Meng Fuyao pointed at Lei Dong heartlessly. "I want to go with Grandpa."
Lord Ingot ran to find Grandpa Lei. "Huh?" Grandpa Lei said angrily, "Why didn't you eat the biscuit I gave you yesterday? You deserve to be hungry! "
Meng Fuyao crossed her arms and looked at the sky coldly. "This mouse once saved the life of the Han Emperor. Back in the Han Empire, it was given a daily supply of 100 taels of silver. It was a life-saving mouse that was worshipped by the people of the Han Empire. Who would have thought that it would be tortured by the master of the Han Emperor? What an ungrateful person!"
The old man started to take something out of his clothes. It was a white fruit that looked like a poria. Lord Ingot's eyes lit up at the sight of it. He rushed over to snatch it and ran. Meng Fuyao's eyes shone as she looked at the master of the Han Emperor with a new evaluation. She felt that the old man seemed to have a lot of good stuff on him. In any case, it would be a waste if she didn't take it. She could at least ask him to compensate for the mental damage she had suffered and take his treasures first.
After extorting everything from the old man, she could go back and extort his disciple. Meng Fuyao bit her finger and smiled mischievously.
The next day, she memorized 'Women's Commandments', 'Women's Rules', 'Women's Teachings', 'Women's Analects', and other reference books that had been used to brainwash virtuous women for thousands of years.
"'Women's Commandments', 'Inferiority', 'Husband and Wife', 'Respect and Prudence', 'Women's Conduct', 'Concentration', 'Obedience', and 'Uncle and Sister'." Meng Fuyao was brought to a tent by Lei Dong. She drank the oil tea of the herdsmen and read aloud while hugging the book. "Sleep late, get up early, do not be afraid of the night. Carry out the task of peace, do not be afraid of the drama. Concentrate, do not listen to lewd sounds, do not look sideways … Yiya, I want to sleep."
"You're not allowed to sleep!" Professor Lei waved a small pointer (the herdsmen's whip) and scowled. "You slept the most last night, and you still want to sleep!"
"Give me something to wake me up …" Meng Fuyao reached out her hand. "Coffee, tea, cigarettes, pins, candles … anything will do. The content is too hypnotic."
Professor Lei ignored her. There was no way she would fall for her weird words.
"Actually, I think …" Meng Fuyao flipped through the book. "Different books have different effects on different people. For example, a history of a country. Scholars of Confucian classics see Yi, Daoists see obscenity, scholars see love, revolutionaries see Pai Man, and gossipers see the secrets of the palace. For example, in this Women's Commandments, I see martial arts."
"Oh?" The martial arts addict's interest was piqued.
"Concentrate, do not listen to lewd sounds. That's right!" Meng Fuyao came over excitedly. "Those who practice martial arts are most afraid of being distracted by external images. If you suddenly hear a strange sound when your spirit is clear, you will be startled and your inner breath will be disturbed. I think if it's a sound of alarm, your inner breath will rise. If it's a sound of obscenity, your inner breath will sink …"
"Oh, oh." The old man's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly. "That's true. If it's a sound of cracking, your inner breath will stagnate. If it's a sound of harmony, your inner breath will slow down."
"Wonderful!" Meng Fuyao clapped. "And …"
"Yeah …"
"That something …"
"Yeah …"
One hour passed … Two hours passed … Four hours passed …
"Why are we talking about this?" Lei Dong finally came to his senses. "Recite! Recite! "
Meng Fuyao looked at him innocently. "Cramming education without skills and guidance is a cruel stranglehold on a child's spirituality and creative thinking. I want to use other popular reading materials to improve learning efficiency and interest."
Lei Dong glared at her. Meng Fuyao translated, "Sir, give me some anime and Qiong Yao novels to change my appetite …"
Lei Dong understood. He stared at her for a long time before taking out a small booklet from his bosom and said, "Seeing that you have some opinions, I'll allow you to read this book for a quarter of an hour every two hours. You must have your own opinion, otherwise I'll take it back."
Meng Fuyao took it and smiled at the old man affectionately. "Don't worry. Compared to Women's Commandments, all books are fleshy H literature."
She went to study "H Literature". Basically, she read "H Literature" for four hours and memorized "Women's Commandment" for half an hour. Before Lei Dong was about to get angry, she would immediately discuss with him about her experiences in reading the novel. After discussing and discussing, Lei Dong eventually forgot.
At night, Fuyao lit up the lamp and excitedly said that she wanted to continue studying 'Women's Commandments'. Lei Dong was very pleased and praised her. Fuyao stayed up all night reading. When she raised her head in the middle of the night, she saw a distant light outside the tent. She suddenly remembered that she had tricked Lei Dong's martial arts secret manual and was so engrossed in studying it that she had forgotten about Zhangsun Wuji. She thought about it and looked at Lei Dong, who was lying at the entrance of the tent. She did not dare to raise her hand again and let her acupuncture points be sealed. She quietly moved the oil lamp over and shone it on herself. The light from the oil lamp projected her shadow onto the tent. The person in the distance immediately raised his head. Fuyao smiled. She knew that a tent made of thin fabric like this could be seen from afar.
She faced the tent and made a gesture of patting her head. 'Pat your head, be good.'
She faced the tent and raised the book in her hand. 'This old man is easy to trick. I will trick him into giving me his underwear sooner or later.'
She then faced the tent and shook her clothes. 'Did you catch a cold after getting wet last night?'
After a while, a small ball climbed onto the shoulder of the slender figure on the tent.
She made a gesture of eating. 'Master, I have something good to eat.'
She made a gesture of encouraging Meng Fuyao. 'This guy is fine, don't worry!'
She made a gesture of looking at herself in the mirror. 'Why am I so handsome?'
The slender figure immediately hit the ball of hair and made a gesture of vomiting.
…
The 'shadow puppet show' was playing silently on the tent. On a small hill far away from the tent, a man hugged his knees and watched with great interest. The fragrance of grass in early summer was endless, the gentle chirping of insects, and the sky full of stars sprinkling down like broken diamonds. His eyes were even more brilliant than the stars.
It was the delicacy and gentleness that belonged to her. It was the joy that belonged to him. It was his gaze that belonged to him.
After a while, he gently lay down and hugged his head with both hands. He looked up at the distant sky and revealed an intoxicated smile.
On the third day, she learned how to cook.
Actually, there was no need for Meng Fuyao to learn this. Her culinary skills were definitely up to standard, but she did not intend to let the 'Han Empress' in Old Man Lei's eyes pass. Her ultimate goal was to let him fail with a wave of his pen.
With this goal in mind, Meng Fuyao blew up the pots of three herdsmen, destroyed their only stove, and burned their tents. While Lei Dong was busy compensating them, she made a pile of food that tested one's tolerance from color to shape to smell. Lei Dong roared at the pile of food for a long time before throwing it all to Lord Yuan Bao.
Lord Ingot was very easy to talk to and accepted it with a smile. He took out a bag and wrapped it in it, then dragged it out and gave it to his master.
The man and the rat hid behind the hill and spread out the bag to have a picnic. They peeled off the horrifying outer skin to reveal the steaming hot food that had been painstakingly wrapped inside. They shared it and ate it. Bones of all sizes flew out from behind the hill. Meng Fuyao looked at them from afar with sadness. She chewed on a hard biscuit and accompanied them with her thoughts and saliva.
Lei Dong chewed on the biscuit, reminiscing about the first day when Zhangsun Wuji roasted the bird. Meng Fuyao gave him a look of disdain. 'Only my food is delicious. I won't let you eat it. I'd rather accompany you to eat the biscuit!'
After a while, Lord Yuan Bao returned with a small bag on his back. He tugged at Meng Fuyao's clothes, and the man and the rat turned around sneakily. Lord Yuan Bao secretly opened the bag, revealing a glossy pork knuckle. Zhangsun Wuji had already peeled off the burnt taro juice that Meng Fuyao had purposely smeared on it, revealing the crispy pork knuckle inside. He then carefully removed the bones and wrapped it in two layers of clean silk cloth before sending it back to Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao hugged the pork knuckle with tears in her eyes. She thought about how nice the Crown Prince was. He was such a kind child who would never forget her. After a while, she was about to grab it and eat it, but a hairy hand suddenly reached out and snatched it away. "What is this? It smells so good!"
Meng Fuyao pounced on it. "Stupid old man, how dare you snatch food from a tiger's mouth!"
"Go!" Lei Dong flicked his sleeve.
"Scram!" Meng Fuyao poked him with her finger.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Smoke and dust billowed in the tent, followed by a series of loud crackling noises. Bowls, chopsticks, and blankets flew everywhere in a mess. By the time they came out, they were no longer in their original state. Then, with a few more sounds, the tent exploded.
After a while, the cloud of smoke and dust dissipated, revealing Lei Dong standing with his hands on his waist and Meng Fuyao sprawled on the ground. The lump of Meng Fuyao stared at the sky in a daze. Her eyes had already lost their luster.
Lord Yuan Bao pulled her up worriedly, but she mumbled, "Don't pick it up … don't pick it up … it's scattered … scattered … scattered …"
Lord Yuan Bao spun around. 'Oh no, it's scattered. Master will definitely want me to clean it up. I can't pick that lump up anymore.'
Lei Dong smiled with his arms crossed, looking very satisfied. "You can't do anything, but your martial arts are not bad. You're worthy of my Ye 'er."
Meng Fuyao ignored him and spent two hours piecing herself back together. With a howl, she pounced on him again.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
…
After a while, Lei Dong said to the scattered Meng Fuyao, "Aiya, your talent is not bad. You actually used the martial arts in the book I gave you yesterday. Tsk tsk, other than my Ye 'er, you're the second one who can be described as improving a thousand miles in a day."
This time, he was addicted. With sparkling eyes, he kicked her. "Come, come again."
"Come on!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
…
Lord Yuan Bao ran back into the arms of the Crown Prince in a flash. 'That woman has gone crazy …'
Zhangsun Wuji gently stroked it and looked up at the starless sky. She wanted to improve herself so much that she would not miss any precious opportunity. She even dared to use Lei Dong for training. It was easy to imagine that if she continued training with Lei Dong, who was ranked third among the Top Ten, she would definitely improve rapidly … She would get closer to her dream.
Then … she would get further and further away from him.
On the fourth day, Meng Fuyao learned how to sew and cut. She had already left the grassland and was staying in a small mountain village.
Under the oil lamp, Meng Fuyao held a pair of scissors and aimed it at a piece of cloth. Using the majestic aura of 'Cleaving the Nine Heavens', she made a series of 'kacha kacha' sounds. Lei Dong, who was practicing with his back facing her, nodded in satisfaction when he heard the sound.
After a while, he finished his practice, stood up, and strode out to relieve himself. Old Master Lei always walked with his head held high and his chest out. His eyes only swept above his chest, so he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't see what was wrong.
The latrine was at the east end of the house. Old Master Lei strode forward, and gradually, more and more children followed behind him, pointing and giggling behind him. As soon as the old man turned around, the group of children dispersed, and when the old man turned around, the crowd gathered again.
The old man thought about it and felt that it was probably because of his outstanding temperament, so he did not pursue the matter further.
Heroes were always lonely!
The lonely hero entered the toilet. This time, he had to lower his head to undo his belt and take off his pants.
"Roar!"
The roar of the flamingo shook the low thatched hut. How could a simple toilet built by a villager withstand Lei Dong's lion roar? With a loud thud, it fell into the latrine pit, splashing feces all over the old man's robe and buttocks.
After a while, a fiery red wind swept into the house. Thunder roared from the Nine Heavens, "Meng! Fu! Yao! "
He shook his robe, having lost the ability to accurately express the anger in his heart. His fiery red robe had been modified by Meng Fuyao using her uncanny craftsmanship. It was slanted, slanted, fishtail shaped, and dangling tassels. The tassels were stained with yellow stuff …
That was not all. The key was that Meng Fuyao had hung something that looked like a dudou. She had casually cut it out with the lightest material. The old man was careless and did not notice it.
Hence, Lei Dong had gone to the toilet wearing a fishtail skirt with an ancient bra hanging on his butt …
Before the angry lion could finish roaring, Meng Fuyao stabbed him with a pair of scissors.
For the umpteenth time, the battle between the lion and the tigress began.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
…
On the fifth day, they learned etiquette.
At this time, the lonely chase had become a grand one.
Yun Hen and the rest finally caught up.
On the first day, Lei Dong's speed was too fast. At first, only Zhangsun Wuji was able to catch up. Now, Yun Hen, Ya Lanzhu, and all the guards had caught up.
On the first day, Meng Fuyao had asked Zhangsun Wuji to escort Ya Lanzhu back to Faqiang King City. How could he be willing to leave her? He ordered his secret guard to escort her back, but the guard and Meng Fuyao's guards refused to leave their master. In the end, Yun Hen decided to follow. Although the Lost Valley was in Shaodang, it was very close to Faqiang King City. Their initial route was the same. They decided to chase after Meng Fuyao and wait for an opportunity to rescue her before splitting up to Faqiang.
They had a lot of people, but they had to take care of the injured and sick.
Lei Dong ignored them. In the eyes of the top three of the top ten, most people in this world were ants. Since they were ants, there was no difference between one and many.
Of course, there were also a few who were not considered as ants. However, Fuyao was still in his hands. No one had the confidence to snatch her away from the Thunderous Palm, but they were unwilling to leave. Thus, they strung him up like a bunch of grasshoppers.
Thus, the old man grabbed Meng Fuyao and taught her etiquette in the house. Zhangsun Wuji was listening, and a large group of people 15 feet away were listening.
Meng Fuyao was helpless when she saw that everyone had followed. No matter what, the secret guard had caught up and would take good care of Zhangsun Wuji. She could not bear to watch him sleep in the open for the past few days.
"Walk like this!" Lei Dong found an old woman to demonstrate her gait. "A weak willow swaying in the wind, graceful and elegant …"
Meng Fuyao looked at the 'weak willow' with wrinkles all over her face. "If all willows look like this, all the poets in the world can go die."
"Gait! Gait! "Lei Dong glared at her." We're not talking about her figure! "
"Oh." Meng Fuyao spread her hands. "If you don't unseal my acupoints, how can I show you my gait?"
Lei Dong blinked and lifted his hand to unseal the acupoints on her lower body. Before Meng Fuyao could rejoice, he sealed the acupoints on her upper body.
"Let's go and show it to me." The old man narrowed his eyes as he waited for the results.
Meng Fuyao flashed him a smile that was as wide as half a tooth. She stood up and walked out gracefully.
Zhangsun Wuji, who was sitting on a rock in the distance, suddenly started coughing.
Yun Hen, who was looking up from the bottom of a hill, staggered.
Yao Xun hugged a tree and slammed it against the ground.
Lord Ingot quickly found a rope to end his own life.
After a while, Lei Dong could not take it anymore and shouted, "Stop!"
Meng Fuyao turned around and saw the old man covering his eyes with his hands. He looked up at the sky and lamented, "Ye 'er, what kind of taste do you have? Even a female monkey is more elegant than her …"
…
On the seventh day, after traveling through the mountains and villages, they finally arrived at a relatively flourishing city. Although it could be said to be relatively flourishing, it was only the size of a small county town compared to the Boundless Vast Land. This was the city closest to the Lost Valley. Because the Treasure Seeking Season was approaching, there was an endless stream of people coming and going in the city. Most of them were warriors of various races with swords and sabers. Although Fufeng was divided into three big tribes, and each tribe didn't interfere with each other, it was still a country after all. So, the descendants of the various tribes were still intermarrying with each other. Therefore, there wasn't much hostility between them. Although they each guarded their own territory, the Treasure Seeking Season allowed all the tribes to participate. After all, the Lost Valley had many strange beasts and treasures.
The inns in the city were basically full, but Lei Dong did not seem to be interested in staying there. He picked Meng Fuyao up and headed straight to the west of the city.
He seemed to be familiar with the terrain. After walking through a few alleys, he suddenly grinned and said, "We're here."
Meng Fuyao raised her head and saw the words "A Night of Pleasure" written in red on a pink background. There was also a flirtatious embroidered apron hanging by the door. The apron was embroidered with erotic scenes.
A brothel.
The old man persevered and brought her to the brothel to learn the "Jade Maiden Heart Sutra of the Eighteen Ways of Bed".
Rubbing his bald head, he stood in the small yard and threw a large ingot of gold at his mother, who came out to greet him in fear when she saw a large group of people coming to "rape". Before he knocked her out, he said loudly, "Call out the most flirtatious, the most romantic, the best at pleasing men, and the best at doing business. Bring out 18 pairs and perform live.
"Who wants to learn …" The mother held the ingot in her hands, stunned.
"Her!" Lei Dong dragged her forward. "Teach her! Immediately! Now! Tonight! "
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