Jiang Sheng and the other two all looked at the scholar's waist.

He had a simple knife fan on his waist.

The scholar looked down and smiled and picked up the fan to cover half of the face: "Square should not be straight, round should not be standard. This fan is called Jiuhua. It is not a fan to cool off, but it is mostly used to cover the face and sun. It is not worth it, so those jackals may not have looked at it."

The knife fan is also known as Jiuhua fan. The fan surface is mostly made of bamboo strips and is useless. This thing is not common among the people. Some unique literary scholars like it very much. Simply put, this thing is more pretentious and stylish when used.

The bandits who robbed naturally looked down on them.

Chen Tang withdrew his gaze when he heard this and was not interested.

She was not interested, but Jiang Sheng was out of the ordinary. She stared at the middle-aged scholar for a long time, so she couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to ignore it. The scholar had to raise his hand and touch his face, and asked Jiang Sheng straight to the point: "What are you watching me like this?"

Jiang Sheng did not feel embarrassed at all when he was caught, but instead started talking with a smile: "My little Jiang learned some face-to-face skills with a talented man and a stranger after studying it for so many years. Although he is not proficient, he has learned a little bit of fur..."

"Is there something wrong with my face?"

Accompanied by the bonfire from time to time, Jiang Sheng said heavily and seriously: "It's indeed a bit strange... I have seen countless people in recent years. This is the first time I have seen such a strange man. I wonder if he should speak or not?"

The scholar asked Chen Tang and the other two for questioning him, but the three of them didn't mind. He took off his wet outer shirt and roasted it dry, and squatted by the bonfire in his inner clothes to roast the fire. He heard Jiang Sheng say that his face was strange, he was suspicious and hopeful: "Sir, speak quickly."

Ning Yan, who used firewood to snatch the bonfire, stagnated for a moment, and secretly used his light to look at Jiang Sheng, not knowing what the other party suddenly did. You should know that the three of them concealed their identities and should not completely expose their identities before they were completely safe.

The middle-aged scholar has an unknown origin...

Keep a distance.

However, Jiang Sheng's literati's way is to [look at the air], distinguish one's fortune at a glance, and now it is great perfect... Could it be that Jiang Sheng can see from this person's face? Ning Yan put down the firewood and roasted a few cakes, but his ears were secretly stretched to eavesdrop on the conversation.

Jiang Sheng looked at the middle-aged scholar carefully.

He asked, "Sir, have your fortunes been sluggish in recent years?"

The middle-aged scholar nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I've been in bad luck, and I don't know which gods I offended..."

Jiang Sheng asked: "Sir, can you encounter wars everywhere in the past few years? Even if you avoid man-made disasters, you will encounter natural disasters such as drought and flooding after finally living for two years?"

The middle-aged scholar slapped his thigh with a knife and slapped his thigh.

He said ecstaticly: "Yes, yes, all of them are."

Jiang Sheng looked at his face again, pinched his fingers and calculated, and asked again: "Mr. He started a family when he was young and had a deep love with his wife. The two had given birth to children. They just separated for some reason, and now they have not seen their children for many years, right?"

The middle-aged scholar wanted to catch Jiang Sheng's hand.

God, it's so amazing!

Jiang Sheng asked again: "From the face, the career of the teacher has not been smooth in recent years. His colleagues are fighting, and the boss refuses to use it?"

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly asked: "Is there a way to transform luck?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head slowly.

The middle-aged scholar had an unconcealed disappointment: "Mr. Just now, Mr. Cui said that his face was strange, so where did he start?"

Jiang Sheng sighed: "This is what Jiang thinks is strange. With Mr.'s face, he should have been successful, but now he is still a flying dragon stranded... How could he be so depressed? Therefore, Jiang has this question..."

Chen Tang only became a little interested when he heard these words.

"Flying Dragon Stranded?"

The middle-aged scholar stood up, bowed deeply to Jiang Sheng, and sincerely asked for advice: "I would like to ask the teacher for advice and save Cui Mouyi."

Jiang Shengdao: "Oh, the person who tied the bell must untie it."

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly asked, "Who is the one who tied the bell?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "I don't know this."

But looking at Jiang Sheng's expression, it was obvious that he was not unaware of it, but that he refused to reveal the secrets of heaven. The middle-aged scholar seemed anxious, but could not force Jiang Sheng to burn the fire quickly, so Jiang Sheng wanted to get up and pick up a little more. The middle-aged scholar raised his hand and pressed him down and volunteered.

There are many refugees, and the firewood is going to be picked up far away.

Chen Tang spoke as soon as the middle-aged scholar left.

"Why did you tease this person in the first place?"

Jiang Sheng's way of literati can only look at people's fortunes, but he can't see so many details. Although he killed Zheng Qiao's head and obtained the key opportunity to perfect the way of literati, the current situation is tense and there is no time for him to quietly retreat and break through.

"This person has been better than ever."

Although I didn't see the person's face clearly, I remember his fan. I remember that when Zhao Feng had not returned to Wu Xian, he also talked about his brothers and friends. The one who complained the most was a literary scholar who liked to run around with a knife fan all year round.

Zhao Feng also praised this person as not inferior to Qin Li, but he didn't know what happened, and his lord Wu Xian didn't like this person very much.

Chen Tang's action of tearing the baking cakes: "Know it?"

Jiang Shengdao: "It's under Wu Zhaode's tent."

Jiang Sheng didn't care about the character who mentioned a sentence or two from others, but this person had helped Zhao Wei on the battlefield. Zhao Wei had a special status under Chen Tang's tent, and he had to take care of Zhao Feng's face. The middle-aged scholar could not hide his actions.

Chen Tang glanced at the direction where the middle-aged scholar left, then retracted his gaze: "Wu Xian's army should not be nearby, why did he be here? He happened to meet us like this?"

Is there something wrong with this?

Chen Tang said, "Do you want to be him?"

The tone was so calm that it seemed like I was saying that there were no stars tonight.

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "He has a career that is indeed not going well. He is not necessarily sent by Wu Zhaode."

In fact, this possibility is very low.

Jiang Sheng prefers that the two have completely broken up.

Chen Tang: "Did he recognize our identities?"

Jiang Shengdao: "Most so."

If you just encounter it by chance, there is no need to alert the enemy.

After a few words, the middle-aged scholar came back with a small bundle of firewood, and somehow he was deeply frowning. Jiang Sheng asked him why he sighed. The middle-aged scholar sighed: "I just went to pick up firewood and saw a few people cooking a pot of minced meat in the pot, so I was sad."

The meat at this time is not serious meat.

Jiang Sheng asked the middle-aged scholar: "Where is your sir?"

The middle-aged scholar said: "Go south to avoid disaster."

Jiang Shengdao: "It's a pity that we have different paths."

The middle-aged scholar did not ask where the three of them were going. They all said different ways, so naturally there was no need to ask. In the blink of an eye, it was already midnight, and nearby refugees were curled up and sleeping, snoring one after another. Chen Tang and the other two had to close their eyes and rest.

As a result, by the second half of the night, the three of them opened their eyes at the same time.

The middle-aged scholar is no longer visible.

Chen Tang frowned: "When did you leave?"

Even she didn't notice it.

The next moment, Chen Tang said, "Someone is coming."

There was a sound of horse hooves gradually approaching.

The conditions in the wild are harsh and the refugees do not sleep deeply. Soon, someone is awakened and hurriedly pushes his fellow travelers around them. They don’t know what happened, but the sound of horse hooves to them is like an arrow breaking through the air and a bird...

Whenever there is any movement, he immediately fled.

But the sound of horse hooves goes from far to near, and from near to far.

It must have been a coincidence that everyone was in a false alarm.

The night wind is cold and the stars are sparse.

Dozens of war horses galloped past, as fast as if they could drag into a line, but if you observe carefully, you can still find that there are some blood beads in the way of these war horses. Tick and tick, steaming. The people on the horse's back were injured, and the most serious injury belonged to the man in the middle. He controlled the reins with one hand, and from time to time he stuffed the intestines that had flowed out of the wound back into his stomach with his other hand.

Although he frowned, he never shouted.

Finally, I don’t know how long it took to run hard.

The man on the horse's back groaned and fell off the horse's back.

"General!"

The rest of the people stopped one after another, and the soldier who was closest to jump off the horse and struggled to lift the man up from the ground. The man's intestines did not continue to flow out, and the wounds were vaguely shrinking, but with this amount of bleeding, it would sooner or later to drag the person to death.

"Don't make a statement-"

The injured man barely opened his heavy lead-filled eyelids.

Qi Ruoyousui said, "Help me go aside."

Dozens of people stopped in a hidden place by the stream.

They put the man flattened, and the man who had the strength to hold on to the man's wrist and put in his martial arts. Before a while, the man made a sound and stopped him: "No need to be futile... I know my own body, I'm afraid I can't get through this level."

Everyone was covered with dried or semi-dried blood, and they could find some meat pieces of unknown body. Those who were not blind knew how hard they had experienced before. For men, injuries were not a big problem. The recovery ability of high-level martial artists was perverted. The trouble was the pursuers who were chasing them. Once they were caught up, the fate would be to see the King of Hell.

As he said that, the man beat the ground and cursed.

"I underestimate this old boy Zhang Yongqing!"

Asked left and right: "General, what should we do now?"
To be continued...