"I have a little motorcycle, I never ride it..."

Chen Tang rode on the back of a motorcycle and was a little dishonest, sometimes sang high, sometimes picking leaves and flying flowers. With the sound of the bell "Ding bell", the tone of the silence and echoing, and the singer occasionally forgets the lyrics and hums instead.

"One day I rode to the market on a whim..."

Qi Shan finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Mr. Chen, who did you learn the 'joy' of the six arts of you?"

It's simply a misleading child.

"Don't it sound good?"

Chen Tang asked sincerely.

Although she doesn't have much memory, she vaguely remembers that she should be a singer. She can win over the kind of person who can sing with a microphone. She can sing, draw, and represents high-quality human women.

(*?▽?*)

Qi Shan looked at Chen Tang indescribable.

The latter's eyes were open and confident, and it was obvious that not only did they not think there was something wrong with singing, but they also thought there was something wrong with his aesthetics. Qi Shan couldn't think of where she got her confidence, and said, "There is a saying that the spirit is very suitable - there are no mountain songs and village flutes."

Chen Tang was puzzled: "What?"

Qi Shanren smiled and said, "It's hard to listen to the dumb and mock him."

Chen Tang: "..."

Her fists are hard!

"Wonliang can grow up so safely, it depends entirely on luck, right?"

I am a good person, but I have a mouth!

"Of course it's based on strength."

Chen Tang: "..."

Seeing that her expression management was out of control and her facial features were distorted and moved, Qi Shan laughed happily: "Don't worry, Xiaolang Chen, you are still young, you can still be saved after learning slowly."

After about an hour, Qi Shan looked up at the sun. It was the most vicious time of the day. Not to mention escorting the prisoner to travel, even if he didn't do anything and just stood there, his sweat would not be able to control himself and wet his shirt.

"Do you want to speed up the journey?"

Chen Tang said: "Go too close to you to be discovered."

Qi Shan: "With those soldiers' laziness and slackness, how can you continue to rush forward in such a big sun? You will probably find a shaded place to rest and drink tea to relieve the heat. Chen Xiaolang went under the tea water so much material, so he was afraid that he would not see a good show if he was too late."

"Wonliang's words make sense. Then I'll take the lead and watch the hot show. If you don't want to ride a mule, just walk slowly with your legs."

Chen Tang whipped his motorcycle's butt with a whip.

The motorcycle hurts and runs wildly.

After a while, only a small dot was left. Faced with Chen Tang's childish "provocation", Qi Shan just smiled, seemingly not caring, but then he chanted: "Chasing the wind and walking in the scenery."

If you thrust your wings, you can sharpen the sky; if you thrust your feet, you can chase the wind and the scenery.

His figure swayed slightly, leaving only the shadows, as if he was stepping on the wind, and every step he took was more than three meters away, with a calm expression and a relaxed posture.

Chen Tang: "????"

Qi Shan flew past her and brought a breeze. After blinking, the figure had already run dozens of feet away.

Chen Tang: "!!!"

Call the referee, someone here cheats!!!

After all, she suffered from the lack of experience in Yan Ling. She still had no chance of riding a four-legged motorcycle without running two-legged Qi Shan.

The sun was hot, and the soldiers escorted the prison van could not stand the sun, so they crawled into the forest with dense tree crowns to rest. They gathered in groups of three or three in the shade, while several prison vans were exposed to the sun at will. The prisoners on the prison van were either heatstroke, had a blue-white complexion, weak body, or were seriously injured.

The Censor General was also in the worst case.

Tired, sleepy, hungry, thirsty, smoke in his throat, the Censor Zhongcheng even felt that his vitality was passing rapidly.

In order to torture the prisoners, soldiers did everything they could. These prison vans escorted them were specially customized according to their height. Some were very tall, and the prisoners could only feel comfortable with their toes slightly, and their necks and wrists; some were very short, and they could neither stand up straight nor sit down, and could only maintain a half-squat position.

No matter which one is, I can't fall asleep peacefully. After a few days, I can save half of my life without whipping it.

The prison car of the Censor Zhongcheng is particularly tall.

He could only try to raise his toes to take a good breath, but he would not last long and he would fall down again.

Severe injuries, strong emotional venting, lack of water, hunger, sleepiness... all kinds of factors have made him feel serious hallucinations, his dry and cracked lips slightly moved, murmured: "Water, water...water..."

Just as he was about to faint, his prison car was kicked, and the shaking amplitude made him wake up.

"Dad, wake up!" The Censor General reluctantly found some reason, turned his head to look at the son in the prison car next door. His son's prison car was short and had room to stretch his legs. His expression was full of worry and surprise, and he said, "Dad, look at them."

them?

who?

The Censor Zhongcheng's reaction was a few beats slower.

He followed his son's gaze and saw soldiers who were still in the shade of the trees and had problems one after another. They either rolled with their heads in their hands, fell to the ground and twitched all over, had difficulty breathing, rolled their eyes and foamed at the mouth, or had their teeth closed and their faces cramped. Some of them were not so serious, but they also knelt on the ground with their stomachs covering their stomachs, and some of them were even more insidious.

He is as experienced as the Chief Censor, and he has instantly realized it.

The first thought was that these soldiers were poisoned!

The second thought is that someone wants to rob the prison!

This thought made him feel energetic, and the strong survival power burst out from the depths of his body, prompting him to barely cheer up.

The soldiers were in chaos.

“There is poisonous in the water!”

“Yes, poisonous!”

"Come on the enemy, be careful!"

Most of the soldiers were poisoned, and only a dozen left had time to drink water to escape. They drew their swords and surrounded the prison van, looking panicked, guarding every direction like a frightened bird.

After a few breaths, the surroundings were calm.

jingle--

Here comes!

This thought broke out in the soldiers.

But strangely, I only heard the sound but could not see the person.

"Where are people? Where are they?"

"Filial sons, are you looking for me?"

A strange voice came from behind everyone. They turned around in fear, but saw that the prison car was empty, with only a young man holding a sword with tender cheeks and thin body. The young man swept his sword with his sword, and the sharp sword tip passed by his eyes, and his eyes suddenly felt ache.

Blood dyed the whole vision red.

"The wanderer's body is chopped!"

Shen Tang's expression was as cold as frost, and he lifted his sword and jumped down.

She taught her filial son a lesson with a loving mother's sword, but the prisoners were empty and fell to the ground, and the prison car was already dozens of feet away.

The censor's pupils were tightened.

"Long time no see, Master Tian."

When the Censor General turned his head when he heard the sound, he saw a tall young man standing not far away. He put his hands in his sleeves, and the breeze behind him blew his hair, which had a unique beauty. The young man nodded at himself, but how he looked at this smile was false.

Master Tian?

The Censor Zhongcheng was stunned by this title.

Qi Shan saw this and said, "The nobles forget things, Master Tian."

The son of the Censor Zhongcheng supported the old father and looked at Qi Shan with caution: "Your husband, do you know your father?"

Also called "Master Tian"?

The Censor General was also puzzled.

Do they know?

With his knowledge, it is naturally possible to see what means the young man used to rescue him, which was nothing more than building a battlefield with "scattered scattered flowers and trees" or other words that mobilized soldiers and generals to replace them.

It’s simple to say, but judging from the distance between the young man and the prison car, the coverage range is as small as a hundred feet. Before you rely on any princes, how could a scholar who has achieved this level with his own strength only by relying on his own strength to be a simple character without being named?
Chapter completed!