To Dijun from beginning to end chaotic and finally abandoned

In the 30th year of Jin'an, the Xiongnu invaded Weiqiao.The prince personally conquered, won a great victory, and died in northern Xinjiang on the way home.The emperor was furious, the government and the public were in turmoil, and everyone was in danger.

The head of the Tianshu Gate made a hexagram, saying that there are evil men in the court, the common people are in trouble, all the evil spirits are released, and the world is in turmoil.

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Yiqian woke up in pain.

She was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, covered in blood, her exposed skin was scorched black, and her whole body was in pain.

Life is such an unusual way.

A month ago, Yiqian was still an unscrupulous playboy in Beijing, but now she can only lie on the ground like a dead dog.

He licked his dry and chapped lips, swallowed astringently, and couldn't help but miss the high bed and soft pillow in Jingzhong, Liang Jinxiu.

sigh.

At noon, Zhongnan Mountain is not hot, the sun is mottled, and it is quiet and quiet.

The moon-white Luo Chang was drenched in cold sweat, Yiqian's eyes were loose, and he couldn't appreciate the tranquility and beauty of Nanshan.

He took a deep breath, and when he felt a little better, Fang resolutely tried again to see if he could break free from the big net of flashing purple electricity covering his body.

There was a familiar flash of lightning, and after a sizzle sound, Yiqian fell to the ground again, with a few more welts on his body.

The skin is open to the flesh.

The only sound left in the forest was shallow and heavy breathing.

The eyes are a little dim, and there is a burst of dizziness.After finally recovering from the pain, he tilted his head and spit out the bloody foam, his arms and back were painful again and his whole body was numb.

Yiqian didn't need to look to know that her body must be scorched black, and finally couldn't help but moaned and cursed weakly:

"Who is sick? Is it human? There is such a murderous weapon in the mountains, vicious, crazy..."

While cursing, his hands twitched unconsciously.

Electricized.

The fleeting years are unfavorable.

In a daze, Yiqian seemed to see the collapse and hysteria of the queen's aunt when she heard that the prince's cousin had passed away for no reason, saw the palace gate that was slowly closing because the aunt was forced to write a letter because of her hatred, and the alchemy book that deprived her The imperial decree of the iron coupon.

There seemed to be everyone's laughter and mocking in my ears, thinking of my aunt's red and desperate eyes, Yiqian clenched her fists, trembling unconsciously.

It is human nature to add insult to injury.

Yiqian, the beaten dog in the water, can only go to Zhongnan Mountain to join her bamboo horse who entered the Taoism early.

Unexpectedly, if the bamboo horse didn't see it, he became someone else's shackles instead.

Suffering from the pain unconsciously, he took another breath, and the Lingtai regained its clarity.

He faintly heard the sound of footsteps, and instantly pricked up his ears vigilantly.

There was a faint sound of laughter not far away.

"There has been movement in the Purple Grid, we will definitely catch the mandrill this time!"

"So what if you didn't catch it?" someone questioned.

"Then I'll eat dung!" I vowed.

"vulgar!"

Although it was a reprimand, the voice was as warm as the sun.

This voice was unexpectedly familiar and pleasant to hear. Yi Mandrill raised his eyes shallowly, enjoying himself in his bitterness, but he couldn't help but sneer:

I am so embarrassed, why should you eat dung.

"This seems to be a person!"

The man who had just made a vow came first to check the results, and his voice was slightly disappointed.

Restraining the desire to yell, Yiqian struggled to speak:

"Girl, of course I'm human!"

After a pause, unable to swallow the breath again, he taunted: "I'm sorry to disappoint you!"

The man blushed, subconsciously took away the purple grid, and then stood beside Yiqian, at a loss.

Yiqian was still lying on the ground, without any intention of getting up.

She is in so much pain!

The people behind came one after another, and everyone couldn't help but let out a soft cry, scrambling to discuss.

The man who just said that he wanted to eat dung looked pale.

Amidst the noisy voices, Yiqian was disappointed to find that there was no such gentle voice.

At this time, someone asked: "How should we deal with this girl?"

"Give her a healing elixir, and then send her to the foot of the mountain to recuperate!"

One person proposes.

Yiqian held back her hatred and looked up, girl, I suffered such a big crime for going up the mountain, but you actually sent me down the mountain with a light word, bah.

She clenched her teeth and resisted the pain, pretending to speak calmly:

"I'm Bai Jiu's fiancée."

The noisy just now suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked in disbelief at the embarrassed woman who was still lying on the ground without changing her posture.

Yiqian's face was calm, his eyes were like lacquer, and he repeated again:

"I'm Bai Jiu's fiancée."

Everyone came back to their senses and looked back subconsciously, but there was no one behind, and the person who should have appeared was not there.

There seemed to be a vague sound of fighting in the distance, and everyone's expressions changed. Although they knew that the senior brother could handle it, they still stayed behind the man who was about to eat dung to take care of Yiqian, and the rest rushed towards the direction of the sound.

The person who felt isolated had a look of dissatisfaction, but he dared not speak out, so he resigned himself to his fate and walked to Yiqian's side.

"You squat down, I can't talk when I stand up." Yiqian chewed the elixir, feeling better, Fang said lazily.

It was too tiring to lift the neck, and it hurt to pull the wound.

Mr. Dung Eater squatted down with a good temper, scratched his head, and asked wonderingly, "Why did you run into the purple grid?"

Yiqian refused to answer such a mindless question.

Anyone who is not sick will run into the net, obviously the purple net covered me for no reason, it is inexplicable!

The dung eater persevered: "We have told the surrounding villagers not to go up the mountain. Why are you on the mountain?"

If I had known that there were mandrills on this mountain and this terrible power grid, I would not go up the mountain if I was killed.

Also shallow belly slander.

I would rather wait for Bai Jiu at the foot of the mountain until the sea dries up.

The man was still thinking about it.

Yiqian felt that her head was hurting, and she felt a little regretful. She wanted to make him squat down and talk before, but suddenly her eyes flashed, and her whole body tensed up.

Standing about ten steps away from Hua Tuo was a giant monster with a human face and long arms, a black body with hair, heels turned back, and a smile on his face.

It's probably what they call a mandrill.

The mandrill was drooling at the dung eater with greedy eyes.

Yiqian shrank subconsciously, wishing she could faint, and couldn't help giving Bai Jiu and his fellow students the definition of an embroidered pillow.

Obviously, the mandrill is just a few steps away, but this idiot is still thinking about the purple grid, which is a waste of supplies.

Yiqian stared closely at the mandrill's movements from the corner of her eye, but did not dare to remind her rashly.

If the mandrill ran away violently, Mr. Dung Eater might be bitten off his head before he could draw his sword in time, and then she would be the one who lost his head immediately.

The surroundings became more and more silent, even the faint humming of cicadas disappeared without a trace, and the air seemed to condense, leaving only the nagging in my ears.

Yiqian's scalp was numb, and the injury that had been healed by the elixir was aching because of the overly tense body. He was covered in cold sweat, and he could only secretly pray that the mandrill chaser would come back soon.

Didn't you see such a big guy, what are you running around!

The mandrill's grinning mouth grew wider.

That big mouth can hold at least two heads of Yiqian!

Yiqian was hairy all over, and carefully propped up her body.

The mandrill didn't move.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and in the next moment, he stood up suddenly, pulled the dung-eating gentleman's arm, and led him desperately towards the direction that the group of people left just now.

run!

A gust of wind came from behind, Yiqian staggered and dodged without looking back, just running wildly.

Mr. Dung Eater looked back in doubt, and met the mandrill's smiling eyes.

A loud scream resounded through the woods, and then dragged Yiqian to speed up.

Knowing that this person is unreliable, Yiqian rolled her eyes.

But still have a conscience.

Mandrill seemed satisfied to see the panic of the two, and finally moved forward as if he had had enough.

One zigzag is as far as one foot away, soundless and coming like the wind, and it only takes three or two strokes to catch up with Mr. Yiqian.

Feeling the pungent smell coming from behind, the two were shocked, knowing that there was nowhere to escape.

The Dung Eater yelled, turned around and drew his sword and rushed towards the mandrill, then the whole person flew up as a matter of course, and fell in front of Yiqian, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

Yiqian was shocked all over, did not leave Dung Eater behind, turned around resolutely, and threw the stone tightly in her hand at the mandrill's eyes with all her might.

The last resistance.

As if scratching an itch, the mandrill shook its head, then let out a strange cry, and with a gust of wind, it rushed towards Yiqian like a shadow.

He died before he got out of the apprenticeship.

A tear welled up from the corner of Yiqian's eye, before he could think of his last words, he had to say goodbye to this world.

I'm sorry for the collapse of the middle path.

The excruciating pain as imagined did not appear.

It was a cyan sword light that was as cold as a shooting star.

It was the most beautiful brilliance she had ever seen.

The mandrill crashing down was the last scene in Yiqian's eyes.

As if falling into a warm embrace, she passed out as she wished.

"pain…"

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It is said that the dream is three lives, but it is a pity that Yiqian only has time to review the first half of her life.

The family of Zhongming Dingshi can also be regarded as relatives of the emperor.

Relying on the aunt of the queen, the cousin of the crown prince, and the iron coupons of the alchemy specially requested by her parents before their death, she thought that she could grow old recklessly and enjoy endless happiness.

However, it only takes a moment for the tall building to collapse, and Yiqian falls from the pride of the sky into the mud.

Yesterday's watching operas, listening to music and fighting crickets has become today's trembling on thin ice.

Brightness becomes domineering, straightforwardness becomes vicious.

It's so realistic.

When receiving the decree that day, the cold fingertips gradually spread to the whole body, making her tremble.

The eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and she subconsciously opened her eyes.

She woke up.

The cyan quilt was seen in front of her eyes, and she also changed into a set of dry clothes that fit her body. Yiqian blinked and stood up, but fell down and lay back on the bed at the next moment, groaning.

Pulling the wound.

The whining sound like a kitten is very distressing.

Yiqian slowed down, pulled the curtain carefully this time, got up, turned around, and leaned against the head of the bed.

He raised his arms and carefully pulled up his sleeves. The wound that had been blackened by the electric shock had already been smeared with wound medicine, but Yiqian still looked away in collapse.

He put down his sleeves neatly, out of sight and out of mind.

And inevitably worried.

ugly!

Sitting on a seat not far from the bed was a man in white, with a handsome face and a jade-like demeanor, who was watching Yiqian's movements intently at this time, with complexities in his deep and deep eyes.

As if sensing the gaze, Yiqian raised her eyes and saw the handsome man in the seat.

Qingxiao Langyue, graceful.

Yiqian's heart jumped suddenly, and then his face was excited, and his spirits were immediately brightened, like a child who had been hungry for many days finally saw his mother and was no longer afraid: "Brother, you are here!"

Received a vague and nonchalant response, and asked indifferently:

"Where are we?"

"Tianshu Gate, Kaiyang Peak."

Kaiyang Peak.

The peak of Bai Jiu, the disciple of Tianjiao.

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