Back Off, Let Me Come Chapter 1068

 “Nothing? What is that?”

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

The beauty in front of him raised her hand, and a second beauty appeared in a flash of grace. Cui Hui was stunned for a moment. It was not that she didn't know that Scholar Wenxin had the ability to incarnate outside the body, but it was the first time she had seen it with her own eyes, and she felt a sense of envy from the bottom of her heart.

 “It's two beauties…”

Just thinking about it makes me feel suffocated with happiness.

Ning Yan said: "It is nothing."

Cui Hui said without hesitation: "Nothing is beautiful!"

Ning Yan: “…”

The cold wind poured into his collar, taking away the little heat. Cui Hui shivered with the cold, and his mind suddenly cleared. The temperature in this season was on the low side, so she lay in the corridor for nearly a quarter of an hour, her brain almost stiff from the cold: "Um, what do you call Your Majesty?"

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

"My name is Ning Yan, and my courtesy name is Tunan. I was an official in the same court as your father Cui Shanxiao." Ning Yan stretched out her hand to help Cui Hui get up, and did not forget to tell her, "The ground is very cold, so you should get up. It has not damaged the root cause, but as an ordinary person, you are easily frightened. It is best to drink a bowl of soothing soup before going to bed in the past few days to help you fall asleep. If you feel unwell, please inform us as soon as possible and arrange for medical treatment."

 The corridor was windy, so Ning Yan sent her back to the house.

It took Cui Hui a long time to digest this passage.

She suddenly remembered the scene before she fell into coma.

She was surprised and said: "Ning Nujun, that Mei Jinghe, she..."

Ning Yan handed her a glass of warm water to warm herself up and said, "I already know about her. She has already left and I couldn't stop her."

"What should we do?" Cui Hui didn't know how much Mei Meng's identity was hidden, but she knew that being targeted by Qi Yuanliang would definitely have weight. "Does this count as 'letting the tiger return to the mountain and releasing the dragon into the sea'?"

Ning Yan nodded: "Forget it."

"That-"

Before Cui Hui finished speaking, a shadow fell into the room.

The person who came was tall and majestic, and his majestic armor glowed with cold metallic luster. If you get closer, you can smell a faint trace of blood. His physique alone brings a strong visual oppression. This person first glanced at Cui Hui when he entered, and then he was relieved when he saw that Cui Hui was fine.

 Shoulders can be visibly relaxed.

"Ning Shizhong, the general will not be able to bring the person back."

"As expected, she showed mercy to you." Ning Yan had heard about the old stories between Lu Jue and Mei Meng, and knew that the two had some unclear entanglements. "She is protected by a very powerful martial artist. If You were not pushed away by her, but bumped into her. At this moment, even if the doctor Xinglin arrived, there was no way to save her. Although she was not found, she was also hit at the gate of life. "

 “A brave warrior with great strength?”

Ning Yan said: “We are still acquaintances.”

 “Acquaintance?”

“I met Zheng Qiao in the early years, it was Qi Cang.”

Mei Meng's guards are not very strong, and belong to a relatively normal traveling configuration of aristocratic families. If their strength exceeds this level, even aristocratic families with poor foundation cannot afford to support them. But Mei Meng is not only a daughter of an aristocratic family, but also a senior official of Qi State and deputy director of the Southwest Branch.

No matter how much progress Lu Jue has made in recent years, it is still in vain to meet Qi Cang.

 Wuyou is just a relatively special incarnation of literary spirit.

 “Isn't it dangerous for Ning Shizhong to go there rashly?”

"Wu You is the incarnation of my literary spirit, it doesn't matter. Some information also needs Wu You to collect in person. Compared with the gains, it is more cost-effective to take some risks. If it is not the case that Zixu is gone, it can save worry." Ning Yan recalled that Wu You was defeated Hearing what he heard before, his brain ached a little. That thing was probably more disturbing than Mei Meng running away, "Oh, he really... caused a lot of trouble."

 Lv Jue: “She?”

Ning Yan did not respond.

 Just because the words Wu heard were—

　　【Please tell Qi Yuanliang—】

　　　　His scribe's methods are very useful. 】

This means that Mei Meng's scribe's way has certain similarities with Luan Xin's "by analogy", and he can unknowingly use the third party's scribe's way to his own advantage. Ning Yan was sure that Mei Meng must have done something by using Qishan's scribe's skills, otherwise she would not have left such an ambiguous provocation to sow discord. It was also a provocation and demonstration against Qishan, or the Northwest Branch.

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

 It cannot be disclosed to a third party before then.

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

Lu Jue was immersed in a rare frustration and didn't understand why Ning Shizhong suddenly expressed such emotion. However, Cui Hui, who was next to him, nodded in agreement with the beauty: "This is the truth."

 Everything about being beautiful is right.

 Lü Jue: “…”

 The remote mountain road is rugged and the wheels turn very fast.

There is not much bumpy feeling when you are in the car.

The strong man with a beard opened the curtain of the car and sat in without the owner's permission. He leaned back carelessly and completely ignored the original owner in the car. After sitting for a while, he felt weak all over. He sat upright and complained: "You literati from aristocratic families are boring. Why do you ride in a carriage? It's not boring to go fast on horseback. If you don't change your posture for several hours, your buttocks are numb." ”

The iron-clad **** cannot withstand such abuse.

 Not only is my buttocks numb, my legs are also numb.

 He doesn't like to pay attention to these vain pomps. You are running for your life right now, how can you still be free and leisurely?

Mei Meng rested her chin on one hand and did not look at him.

The strong man chuckled: "Do you still miss your old lover?"

He and Mei Meng parted ways in the Kingdom of Gao, taking the time to visit their old master's grave and revisit their old place. Shen Youli had a very broad mind, and he was mentally prepared for his old master's grave to be thrown away and his bones to be hung on a tree. But he didn't expect that the abandoned and dilapidated academy had been carefully repaired, and the old master's tomb inside it had also been decorated. The tomb was clean and guarded by mute servants.

The strong man and the mute servant guessed and made gestures together.

 I learned from Mute Servant that the nearby hilltop had been bought.

The master of the mountain took pity on the mute servant and allowed him to live here. He only had to clean the academy regularly every month. There was no order given to the solitary grave. The mute servant would occasionally help pull weeds when he had nothing to do.

【Really? I do not believe. Is there really no one who comes here every now and then to dig up graves and whip corpses? Break a bone and make soup? 】The strong man expressed doubts about this, and almost annoyed the mute servant and was pushed out. After being bored, he stopped talking and went down the mountain to buy a lot of funeral objects.

　　【No one has given you money for so many years, so you must be living in poverty down there, which sounds pitiful. Come, it's a rare occasion for me to come here. Out of our old friendship, I will burn more for you this time. I don't know when the next time will be... With the current world, maybe the next time we meet will be I went down. Buy yourself more delicious food and bribe the ghost servant. Maybe the bribe will work, and you will suffer less from being exposed to fire and fire every day... But don't spend too much. 】

Think about it, if I die too, both of us will be lonely ghosts without descendants to sacrifice and burn sacrifices, and the money in our hands will be used less. If you save some money, you might be able to survive until the day when you redeem your murderous karma and reincarnate again. It's scary to think about it, it's better not to die. I want to be majestic and majestic in the world, and if I want to be successful, I will be as poor as you as a ghost...]

While burning, I lamented the rapid changes in the country of Kang.

　　　　Hey, there are still boys and girls. 】

　　【I will also burn these to serve you. 】

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

　　【Is there still a beautiful lady here? I will also burn a few pairs for you, so that you will not be able to taste them while you are alive, but you will also enjoy them after you die. 】

Looking at the ashes curled up and swallowed by the flames, the strong man thought of Zheng Qiao's face, and then thought of the enigmatic red cheeks of these rough paper figures. If Zheng Qiao could really receive them, I don't know who would be happy.

The strong man grabbed another handful of paper figurines with the words "Literary Scholar" and "Courageous Warrior" written on them. A large pile of paper figurines had red horizontal lines drawn on their waists, and the monogram tiger symbols were decorated with the words "Second Grade Upper Middle". ” and “Twenty-level Chehou”: [These masters will also be burned by you. If you feel your life is boring, then you can lead these underworld soldiers to destroy the underworld and blow up ghosts for fun. How fun would that be? ]    The mute servant watched the strong man burn the paper for half an hour in the lonely grave.

 Mistakenly thought that a relative of a strong man lay in a solitary grave.

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

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

If it weren't for a few pieces of gold on the table, the mute servant would have thought that he was hallucinating, and hurriedly thanked him everywhere. He thought that next time he went down the mountain to buy some sacrifices, it would be considered as a thank you to this kind man.

 The strong man said nothing about his trip during this period.

 But he knew Mei Meng's whereabouts very well.

Mei Meng said softly: "No."

The strong man had an expression that said, "You don't have to hide it."

He had only contacted Mei Meng in the past few days. Kang Guo still didn't know the news about his infiltration. As long as Mei Meng was ruthless, whether she wanted to take Lu Jue back whole or piece by piece, she could theoretically do it. , at most it takes a little effort.

"This man is indeed talented. If he were the same age as me, I would run away when I saw him. But who delayed his rebirth for so many years? It doesn't matter whether he is killed or crippled."

Mei Meng squinted at the strong man.

 Playing with the flavor: "Is this all the general has in mind?"

　　Strong man: “…”

"We can neither take him away nor kill him. Just as before you came, didn't Shen Youli kill me? If I were just Mei Jinghe, an ant that could be dismissed by the person in power with a wave of his hand, but I He is also the confidant of the leader of Qi State and the vice-president of the Southwest Branch. If his identity is revealed, he cannot be directly touched. Whatever he does or says in secret, he must keep it in the open..."

 So Lu Jue cannot die.

 In other words, no matter who comes to stop you today, you cannot die.

The strong man just sneered at this.

 He is most impatient of these plots and calculations.

"Wait until Shen Youli knows what you did..."

Mei Meng closed her eyes and said, "That's just a part of the plan. There can't be any mistakes in my path to perfection."

 “Does it have to be perfect?”

 Judging from the experience of a strong man, it would be better if Mei Meng's way of being a scribe is not perfect, as a perfect way is too easy to arouse jealousy.

“The way of a scribe is to ask one's heart, general, will you give up martial arts because of some trivial obstacles?”

 The answer is no.

 The strong man knew that it was useless to talk.

With the bumpy feeling caused by the rolling wheels of the car, the strong man looked at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the window and was speechless. After a long while, Mei Meng was hit by the booklet taken out from the strong man's arms, and the booklet fell on the hem of her clothes.

Mei Meng picked it up doubtfully.

I saw a few large characters written in the first column of the booklet.

 "Counterattack! Starting in prison, I am the emperor of the world! 》

 The signature is【五行无virtues】.

Mei Meng's face showed something strange.

 “General, do you still read these?”

"What do you mean by 'still reading these'? It's something that appeals to both refined and popular tastes. It's a specialty of Kangguo! I just find it interesting. Some of the concepts in it are very satisfying. The person who wrote this book must be an expert." The strong man skipped some content vaguely. Changing the topic, "There is a very interesting speculation in it. It is said that the root of women's cultivation in the world may lie with those in power. In other words-"

The strong man said seriously: "The imprisonment has been released."

Mei Meng does not need to take risks to perfect this scribe's way.

  She turned the book to the page where the strong man had made notes.

After a long while, he smiled and asked: "You mean, the release of the imprisonment imposed on me has something to do with Shen Youli?"

 It is indeed consistent to calculate the time she can practice.

The strong man said: "So far, yes."

Mei Meng lowered her eyes and put the book aside.

"But she is her and I am me. How many people can copy the path she has taken? Qi Yanqing and Shen Youli first became famous at the age of twelve. What strength was she during the Xiaocheng Alliance? She is here How much does the world know about the previous twelve years? She just appeared out of thin air! Let me ask - decades and hundreds of years later, dynasties changed one after another, and the shackles that were opened were imposed again. Who in the world Can a twelve-year-old woman replicate the path she has taken? Is it possible to replicate it?"

 The main premise of copying—

 Only those with a certain level of strength are qualified to be on the stage of Xiaocheng.

 This strength is the cornerstone of everything.

 Without a cornerstone, everything is just a mirror.

"And the path I took..." Mei Meng opened her eyes and looked into Qi Cang's eyes, saying word by word, "Even without Shen Youli, I can still become a literary scholar. Even if it was supposed to be ten, twenty, three There is always hope for what will happen in ten years' time.”

 “I want to walk it myself.”

“Prove that it can be copied and imitated by future generations.”

 “Even if it has little hope.”

In response to this, the strong man sighed, patted his thigh and said, "I should have been more energetic if I had to assist you back then!"

 He licked his dry lips.

Mei Jinghe's crazy energy is purer than the current Lord.

 Mei Meng: “…No, I'm not interested.”

She was able to use the opportunity to support Wang Ji to the throne, because Wang Ji was born with a very high starting point, could follow the etiquette and get a good fiefdom, and when her wings were full, she could "coerce the emperor to command the princes". She was famous for everything she did and was far superior to others. Starting from scratch countless times.

If you focus on yourself, you will lose the most important "legitimacy" flag, and you will be hindered whether you recruit troops or other things.

She is not Shen Youli. She is besieged by multiple forces and can still fight back and forth, and most of the time she still has the upper hand...

From this point of view, Shen Youli's path is really difficult to copy.

 It cannot be used as a reference for future generations.

Mei Meng replied firmly, but the strong man refused to believe it.

　　　【Those who steal hooks will be punished, and those who steal the country will be marquised. 】

How can those who regard it as the way of scribes be willing to let others down?

Mei Meng is a hook thief and a country thief?

  Or is she the executioner who kills both?

"Is the guy named Shen going to fight with those two guys from the Yongsheng Cult?" The strong man held his chin, bored. He wanted to get involved but didn't want to be a fish in the pond. "It's a pity that I can't watch the fun. But—it's okay to just watch your excitement.”

  Witness the literati and scribes who have perfected their way as scribes.

This opportunity is a once-in-lifetime opportunity.

Tangmei: You have actually witnessed two of these once-in-lifetime ceremonies.

Chapter end