Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

  Chapter 264 Shot, the idea is clear!

   The two choices given by Feng Da are not malicious:

   Is it disfigured, or separated from the lover?

   What's even more absurd is that when Feng Da threw out this fatal problem, the onlookers were actually excited.

Standing in the crowd, Cheng Ling listened to Weng Xian who was beside him introduce her: "That's Feng Da, the second son of Uncle Zhongyi. His eldest son died when he fought against the Qiang ten years ago. Very out of tune."

   "Those are the two gentlemen of the Yongyihou Murong family, the eldest gentleman Murong Shan, and the young gentleman... Hey, this young gentleman is usually rare."

   Having said this, Weng Xian suddenly stopped talking.

  Because a strange cry suddenly sounded all around, Weng Xian felt a little embarrassed when he pointed again.

   After all, he is a serious official of the court, and he needs to save face, not like some idlers who see fishy smell like hyenas.

  In the crowd, some excitedly beat the time with their hands, and some shouted: "Okay! This kind of choice is the real problem. Feng Shizi is really talented!"

   Watching beauties doing fatal problems is much more interesting than watching singing and dancing on a boat.

  Although singing and dancing are beautiful, they are often interesting to watch. It is not uncommon for a long time. How can it be more interesting than the tricky topic in front of you?

  Beauties have been like famous generals since ancient times, and the world is not allowed to see gray hair.

  Even if it is just natural aging, it is often an unacceptable pain for a beautiful woman, let alone destroying her appearance in an instant?

   What's more, if someone like Rou Niang loses her beauty, it means she loses the foundation of her life!

  Do you want to self-destruct?

  This question is not difficult to choose, almost no beauty would be willing to disfigure her face, but the situation in front of her is different.

   After all, priceless treasures are easy to get, but lovers are hard to find.

At the time when Murong Shujian and Rou Niang were deeply in love, he was even ready to redeem her body for Rou Niang. If Rou Niang chooses to leave him at this moment, then she will lose not only Murong Shujian This person still has a bright life that should have been visible.

  The procrastination of a man can still be freed, but the procrastination of a woman cannot be freed!

  Can Rou Niang be willing to let go of this relationship?

  Someone yelled at the side: "It's just a man, if you don't see it, you won't see it, Rou Niang is so beautiful, without him, there are still a lot of men in this garden for you to choose from!"

   "Hahaha, that's right! This little white face looks so weak that he doesn't seem to be responsible. How can it be good to follow him? It's better to save your appearance, brother loves you... Hahaha!"

   "Hey, don't say that, this little man is also beautiful, after all, sisters love to be pretty, maybe people also like the beauty of little man?"

   "Hahaha, is the little lady in Spring Breeze also cute?"

   "..."

   A sound, not like a joke, but like the voice of a devil, breaking people's hearts.

  Murong Shujian's face turned red and then turned white, turned white and turned blue.

  He sat on the ground and hugged Rou Niang, raised his head and looked around, trying to find someone who could help him.

  But these people around, either they are with Feng Da, or they are watching the fun with a malicious interest, who are really willing to help him, and who can help him?

  Including his elder brother, Murong Shan.

  Murong Shan was standing not far behind Feng Da at this moment, with his arms crossed, looking indifferently towards this side.

  When Murong Shujian met his gaze, for a moment, a chill came from his heart. But the next moment, Murong Shan's expression changed again.

  As if Murong Shujian was only dazzled just now, Murong Shan took a slight step forward, bent over to look at Murong Shujian on the ground, his eyes seemed to soften again.

  Murong Shujian couldn't help feeling a faint expectation in his heart, he opened his mouth and begged, "Brother, save Rouniang."

"Alas." Murong Shan sighed, and looked at Murong Shu Jiandao with pitiful eyes, "Little Yanger, Feng Er has a noble title, if he commits a crime, he should be exiled. Ji, what if he was beaten to death on the spot?"

  Murong Shujian trembled all over, he hugged Rou Niang tightly, at a loss for what to do.

   "Di Yang" is Murong Shujian's nickname, because he was weak since he was a child, and his family believed in a humble name to support him, so sometimes his family called him puppy, and sometimes Yang'er.

Murong Shan called Yang'er affectionately, and said: "Actually, it's not difficult to choose. You do it yourself, draw a mark for Rou Niang, and take her back later. In this way, Feng Er can calm down, and you, even if you Rou Niang has a scar on her face, don't tell me you won't love her anymore?"

   These words are actually very logical.

There seemed to be light in Murong Shujian's dark eyes. He opened his eyes wide, lowered his head again, and repeated, "Yes, will I never love Rou Niang anymore? No! No, I will I will love her twice, treat her well, and never let her down!"

Murong Shujian finally found a way out of a huge problem, and he was like a headless fly finally finding its way, and said happily to the girl in his arms: "Your girl, that's great, we There is a solution!"

   As he spoke, he reached out to his waist to fumble.

  After touching for a while, Murong Shujian was stunned again. He didn't bring a knife today.

  Murong Shujian's face froze with joy. At this moment, a bang sound was heard, and a sword-shaped dagger was thrown over, and it landed beside Murong Shujian with a crisp sound.

   It was Feng Da, he threw the dagger in his hand.

   Murong Shujian raised his head, and Feng Da showed a malicious smile on his face: "That's right, we mouse **** are not stupid, good brother, don't be afraid without a knife, brother has a dagger here."

Murong Shujian quickly picked up the dagger on the ground, and tremblingly said to Rou Niang in his arms: "Okay, Rou Niang, that's great, this thing is sharp. Rou Niang, don't be afraid, I just scratch it. Turn around I will marry you home, and I will treat you well for the rest of my life."

Rou Niang, who had been silent for a long time, finally raised her head at this moment, she looked at Murong Shujian, and said sadly: "Rong Lang, your face is fading and you love him, if my family ruins your face, will you really treat me again?" ?”

  This question is so quintessential, Murong Shujian was stunned for a moment when asked, but soon, he replied with certainty: "I will, Rou Niang, trust me!"

  Rou Niang said: "Okay, I believe you."

   After finishing speaking, she closed her eyes slightly, raised her smooth and beautiful face, and pretended to be waiting to be killed.

  She was so gentle, she didn't fight against her fate decided by others, which was beyond the expectation of the onlookers.

  At this time, the crowd inevitably sighed in disappointment. The spectators were actually regretting that the excitement was not exciting enough.

   Cheng Ling frowned slightly, looking at the scene in front of him, an indescribable depression clogged his chest.

  Murong Shujian, who was sitting on the ground, held the dagger and was about to pull the dagger out of its scabbard. But after continuing to move for quite a while, for some unknown reason, the dagger couldn't be pulled out.

  He raised his head hastily again, and set his eyes on Feng Da for help.

  Feng Da raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, the mouse can't pull out the sword?"

  Murong Shujian said at a loss: "Yes, Second Brother Feng, what should I do?"

   This is so interesting, Feng Da enjoys Murong Shujian's expression at the moment. I saw that this boy was born like a handful of light snow in the wind. When he raised his beautiful neck and pleaded with his eyes, he was like a god-man made of crystal who fell to the mortal world.

   It really makes people want to break it...

  Actually, he is even more beautiful than Rou Niang!

  Feng Da gave a wicked laugh, walked forward, knelt down and said, "Don't be afraid if you can't pull it out, Shujian is good, call Second Brother Feng, and Second Brother will help you pull it out."

  His left palm was still stained with blood. When he squatted in front of Murong Shujian, the smell of blood was mixed with the smell of alcohol, and he had evil eyes with billowing mist, like an evil spirit who had sneaked into the world.

  Murong Shujian lowered his eyelids slightly, his long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings. He shrank back a little timidly, and then turned the dagger upside down, with the scabbard facing Feng Da.

  Feng Da stretched out his hand to hold the scabbard, and said with some force, "Why? Don't you call me second brother? Call me, second brother will help you draw your sword."

  Murong Shujian said softly: "Second brother."

   Before the sound fell completely, the dagger was already out of its sheath.

   Choke!

  A cold light flashed, Murong Shujian drew out his dagger, stabbed straight, poof! Into the meat instantly. Taking advantage of the sneak attack, Murong Shujian's stab was actually successful!

   Feng Da's portable dagger, how could it not be sharp?

  If he hadn't been wearing a breastplate close to his chest, Feng Da would have died on the spot with this stab.

   But even though the heart guard blocked it and the dagger missed it, Feng Da was still seriously injured by this blow, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth.

   "Pfft! You..."

  Feng Da pointed at Murong Shujian.

   "Ahhh!" Next to him, there were screams.

Murong Shujian's pale and pitiful face became distorted and crazy at this moment, but his tone was flustered again: "Second brother, don't blame me, I can't hurt Rou Niang, I know, if I really scratch her face, She will definitely die! Second brother, blame me, don't blame Rou Niang..."

   This long series of words was quickly spit out by him, and at the same time, he reached out to slap the dagger on Feng Da's body.

  He is... still wanting to draw the dagger and stab again?

  In the blink of an eye, Feng Da, who was seriously injured, erupted with the tenacious vitality of a fierce beast.

   "Damn you!" Feng Da spat out these three words between his teeth. He pushed Murong Shujian away, covered the dagger stuck in his chest with one hand, stood up and kicked Murong Shujian violently!

   "Ahhhhh—"

  There were constant screams all around, and Rou Niang called out sadly: "Rong Lang!"

  Murong Shujian was already weak and sick, so how could he withstand Feng Da's kick?

  In the distance, the bustard of Shili Chunfeng hurriedly shouted with his guards: "Feng Shizi, be merciful!"

  But they were too far away to be rescued. Or maybe they didn't dare to rescue them at all—who wants to get involved in the grievances of the nobles?

  Murong Shujian's eyes were wide open, his heart was beating wildly, and there was a bit of distorted pain on the verge of death.

  Feng Da's feet were about to fall on him, and at the very moment, a blue shadow flashed past.

  Murong Shujian felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the next moment, his body floated up.

  Someone embraced him like a clump of fluffy catkins, and instantly turned back from where he was.

   It was Cheng Ling who made the move!

  (end of this chapter)