Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"After passing this pass, we have officially entered Jinan Mansion." Li Mochou gestured on the map, "When we get to Xixia, there is no need to be in such a hurry.

However, the rest of the road is not easy to walk. The official roads here were all built after the Tang Dynasty. They have been continuously reinforced and expanded over the years, but even so, you will still encounter bumps and bumps from time to time. place.

There are no such roads in Xixia. The roads there are all filled with horses and animals, and there are also wild roads for carts. This kind of road will cause the most serious damage to the wheels. Before entering Xixia, we need to prepare more wheels and axles for replacement.

Otherwise, the carriage may completely break down on the road.

In addition, prepare a few more horses and tents!

There is a big temperature difference between day and night there, and there is a nursery rhyme about wearing cotton-padded clothes in the morning and gauze in the afternoon. "

Hearing this, Wu Gong suddenly laughed. He glanced at the woman in the car: "I can't deal with the heat, but I can deal with the cold. My arms are warm enough. If you don't believe me, come in now. Give it a try!”

Su Quan lay lazily in the corner of the carriage, a faint smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth. Since the arrival of the Five Lotus Buddha Mother, she was basically liberated. She was lazy and hiding in the car every day while recuperating. Sleeping in the carriage. In fact, she has no injuries at all. Even though she was injured in the past, she has almost recovered. To put it simply, she is just lazy.

Slowly raising her legs, her white and tender feet without shoes were hidden in the light gauze white stockings. They slowly extended forward. Su Quan put her feet into Wu Gong's armpits. It was very warm here. , making her couldn't help but clench her toes.

Wu Gong slowly put his hand into his armpit without any trace, and gently kneaded the cold feet.

Li Mochou put away the map. This map was the latest one he got from the White Lotus Sect not long ago. It even pointed out the locations of most of the Manchu outposts. Although he has the golden seal of the Empress Dowager on his hand, the safest choice is to stay away from the Manchu outpost as little as possible and keep a low profile as much as possible.

"call!"

Zhao Tianyou let out a long breath.

It is really difficult to meditate on a bumpy carriage, and meditating is boring and boring. It is the thing she least likes to do.

However, when she saw Li Mochou's eyes turning this way.

Immediately he closed his eyes tightly again.

Continue the circulation of Qi in the Little Zhoutian and the Great Zhoutian.

Li Mochou snorted coldly.

This little girl is becoming more and more lazy recently.

Internal strength is not practiced even for a day.

That day, when he was being chased by the Shenlong Cult, he panicked and bumped into the carriage of the carriage, knocking himself unconscious.

This is really too embarrassing.

Therefore, Li Mochou gave her a death order.

She was required to perform the Great Weekly Cycle ten times every day.

If it is not completed.

They were not allowed to sleep at night and did not have any food to eat during the day.

A whole day without food or sleep as punishment.

Next to Zhao Tianyou, Wang Yuyan was also meditating with her eyes closed.

Wang Yuyan's martial arts knowledge can be described as a martial arts library, but she can only memorize it.

Real martial arts are just like an ordinary person who doesn't know any martial arts, or even worse. They can't protect themselves when facing ordinary people.

The experiences these days have made Wang Yuyan deeply touched.

She had had enough, being a vase and a burden.

Therefore, I began to think of every possible way to practice martial arts.

Wang Yuyan's meridians are thinner than ordinary people, so the speed of gathering Qi is very slow. Just relying on her to gather Qi in the big and small circles, circulate the Qi, and store it in the Dantian is not only slow, but also very inefficient.

That’s the downside of starting late.

The body has basically been finalized. Under such circumstances, it is naturally much more difficult to practice martial arts than starting from a young age. However, Wang Yuyan is not the kind of person who is willing to give up halfway. Otherwise, Wang Yuyan would not have the ability to defeat Lang Huan Jade Cave. I have memorized so many books among them.

"Well!"

Su Quan's face turned crimson unconsciously.

Like a ripe red apple, a soft humming sound came from his throat involuntarily.

Li Mochou had just put away the map, her ears moved, and she immediately heard the voice.

Turning his head, he immediately saw Wu Gong and Su Quan sitting one behind the other and the pair of white and tender thighs connecting them.

He curled his lips angrily.

Li Mochou leaned against Wu Gong, reached out unexpectedly, grabbed Su Quan's sole with precision, and began to scratch the itch hard.

Su Quan immediately began to struggle violently.

The voice that had been suppressed deep in the throat could no longer be suppressed and burst out. His breathing was rapid, like a broken bellows: "Ah, don't worry, don't be like this, it's itchy, it's very itchy!"

Li Mochou pretended not to hear at all and continued to scratch the itch vigorously. The translucent silk gauze stockings could not withstand such torture, and obvious wrinkles and silk loss immediately appeared.

Unable to bear it anymore, Su Quan twitched her feet hard, and then successfully saved her feet.

Li Mochou gently sniffed the smell on her fingers, wiped it on Wu Gong's body with some disgust, and said with a sneer: "Next time, if I can't take care of my own feet, I won't Don’t let go again.”

Su Quan didn't say anything, just lifted up her hair, lightly glanced at Li Mochou, and thought about what kind of opportunity she should use to get this place back next time.

Wu Gong stretched out, leaned back, and lay in Su Quan's arms.

Now that Hong Antong is dead, Wu Gong only found out at the moment when he died that the successor of the Yinjiu Ai Sutra was actually Hong Antong!

The task of retaining his alienated hand was completed inexplicably.

This really made him feel a little surprised.

After all, Wu Gong had no idea beforehand that the Drinking Jiu Lament Sutra was actually the secret of the first generation of the Shenlong Sect, nor did he know that the Shenlong Sect was actually the force founded by Xuan Zhenzi.

This is really weird.

A faint green light flashed on his hand.

A paper crane leaped out from his sleeves and kept hovering over the carriage. After several days of practice, Wu Gong was not only able to make the paper crane grow feathered wings smoothly, but also continued to do so. With the optimization, the wings of the paper crane are becoming more and more perfect.

It no longer flies as crookedly as before.

Instead, it can directly flap its wings and fly high. It has a certain ability to avoid even if it encounters strong winds. It also starts to become more beautiful, and the range it can monitor is also getting wider and wider.

Li Mochou suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the paper crane in the sky. She looked at it for a few times and stroked the soft feathers. "Wu Lang, your ability is really magical. You are said to be a god." It’s not an exaggeration to use any means, but it’s best not to use it in normal times. To prevent someone with ulterior motives from being targeted, the gain outweighs the loss.”

Wu Gong moved his neck to make himself lie down more comfortably, stretched out his fingers to play with Li Mochou's long black hair hanging on her shoulders, and said with a faint smile: "Don't worry! I've got it covered."

A faint smell of blood spread from outside the carriage.

Everyone in the carriage couldn't help but squint their eyes.

Li Mochou slowly lifted the curtain of the carriage.

A small town appeared ahead, but it was compared to other small towns encountered on the road.

The town ahead looked lifeless.

Not angry at all.

The strong smell of blood came from the small town in front.

"Hush!"

The carriage slowly stopped.

Everyone got off the carriage.

Although they were not close yet, everyone felt something strange in that small town.

He squinted his eyes.

Li Mochou rushed out immediately.

About a quarter of an hour later.

She returned with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Wu Gong saw something wrong with Li Mochou's expression, and asked curiously, "Is there any danger ahead?"

Li Mochou shook his head.

I want to open my mouth, but I don't seem to know what to say.

After a while, he sighed and said with a little hesitation: "The town in front was massacred. Everyone in the town, old and young, regardless of age, were all killed, and their heads were hung on bamboo poles. It’s hanging all over every corner of the town.”

"Huh?" Wu Gong suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Did the Manchu Tatars do it?"

Li Mochou let out a long sigh, held her forehead, and said, "If the Manchu Tatars did it, I wouldn't be so hesitant. It was the people from Dashun Camp who did it!"

"Dashun camp?"

Wu Gong was stunned for a moment, and his face looked a little strange.

Wasn't Yuan Chengzhi's Dashun camp ambushed by Obai and fled to the south?

Later, I heard that he had taken refuge with Wu Guogong. Now that the imperial court and Wu Guogong were at odds, it was the time when they needed manpower. How could Dashun Camp appear on the Manchu territory?

Could it be that the important border defense towns of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties were made of paper?

Or did something happen to the Manchu and Qing border guards?

"The Dashun Camp was stationed in the town in front half a month ago. The people in the town wanted to report the Dashun Camp to the Manchu Tatars. After being discovered by the Dashun Camp, the town was destroyed and their heads were chopped off. Hanging high in the sky"

When Wu Gong heard this, he understood that the Dashun camp massacred the town clearly to establish its prestige. The purpose was to kill one person as a warning to others so that others would not betray them.

This is just like those murderous pirates who will hang a person's head high on the ship's pole, specifically to deter the enemy.

But why did they come to this town inexplicably?

He also wants to kill people here to establish his authority.

Do they want to live here permanently?

Aren't you afraid of the Manchu encirclement and suppression?

Li Mochou seemed to sense Wu Gong's doubts and explained very considerately: "They didn't appear here for no reason. The reason why they appeared here was because a knife appeared."

"What kind of knife?" Wu Gong suddenly became interested.

"Dragon-slaying knife!"

"ah?"

Wu Gong almost didn't turn his head.

But when I think about it, I have seen Yitian Sword myself, and there seems to be nothing unusual about the appearance of Dragon Slaying Sword.

"Yes, the dragon-slaying sword, the supreme in martial arts.

If you can't rely on the sky, who can compete with you?

If Yuan Chengzhi wants to be the supreme king of martial arts and command the martial arts, he will naturally not let go of the dragon-slaying knife!

The fundamental purpose of killing chickens to scare monkeys is actually to warn those in the martial arts world that the Dashun camp wants this knife. If anyone dares to fight for it regardless of life and death, then he must be prepared to have his head hung on a flagpole high in the sky. . "

"Tsk, tsk!" Wu Gong curled his lips disdainfully, "It's just a broken knife, I don't care about it.

Besides, the status of the supreme martial artist cannot be fixed with a knife. Can it be bypassed?

There is no need for us to get involved. "

Li Mochou shook his head.

"There is a canyon behind the town. The only way to cross the canyon is through this town. Otherwise, it would take two more days to take a detour.

However, it is possible to pass through the town.

We can go right through. We have no intention of grabbing the knife anyway, so we won't get into any trouble. "