high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 57 Calculation

"My Buddha is merciful."

The beautiful woman's eyes were full of spring water, she looked at Bai Shu with a smile, and slightly stuck out her sweet tongue.

Come on, the beginning is so exciting? ? ?

Bai Shu was flirtatiously teased by the woman, and his lower abdomen immediately felt hot. Seeing Xie Fanjing looked over in doubt, he pretended to put his hands together, and put on a dignified and dignified appearance.

The little head turned around earnestly, and turned back again. Xie Fanjing touched his chin with a trace of suspicion in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, you are too young."

Zuo Zhao chuckled, and looked at Wu Hui, showing an expression that every man knew.

"This is a disciple of the Vajra Temple. I took good care of him. I made a slight mistake. I'm asking you!"

Zuo Zhao sternly instructed the beautiful woman again, secretly glanced at the dumbfounded Xie Fanjing, and his face twitched.

Chao Wuhui winked, then hurriedly grabbed Wuxian, eager to go away.

"General, just wait a moment." Bai Shu stepped forward a few steps and said, "My younger brother, Mr. Zuo, seems to be in Fenyin City as well."

"Which Mr. Zuo?" Zuo Zhao was stunned.

"Young Master Chengye."

"Oh." Zuo Zhao suddenly realized, "Don't pay attention to him, if he pesters you, just tell me."

Reason, this is the reason.

Why did the flavor suddenly change when you said it out of your mouth.

Is this a third-rate love story between a hooligan and a class flower...

Bai Shu complained silently, her face remained unchanged.

"There is also the Spring and Autumn Academy's Gongyang Sacrifice Wine. He was severely injured by a demon, and he asked the general and two uncles to rescue him."

Mrs. Yan and the boy are still alive and well. On the contrary, Yang Shixuan, who is an honest man, is getting weaker and weaker day by day.

In the past few days, even my heartbeat has been slow.

At any time, he looks like he is going west with a crane.

If he died, the remaining half of the "Sword Sutra of the Tai Shen Yuan" that he had promised would be for naught.

For the sake of the sword scriptures and human feelings, Bai Shu felt that he should be merciful.

"Sheep sacrificial wine? Old sheep?"

This name made Zuo Zhao, who was already somewhat impatient on the face, startled, not only him, but even Wu Xian and Wu Hui raised their eyebrows slightly.

"Yang Shixuan?" Zuo Zhao asked again.

"Yes." Bai Shu nodded.

"Is there another woman with big breasts and raised buttocks, with a child?" Zuo Zhao looked strange: "Are you still bragging that her husband is from the Yan family in Taizhou?"

"Uh~"

Bai Shu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"really."

Zuo Zhao sighed, looked at Wu Xian and Wu Hui, and understood each other.

"Sure enough..." He grinned wildly, his voice was like thunder, tears flowed from his laughter.

"It really is an old sheep who helps people raise children!"

Zuo Zhao laughed loudly and straightened up, wiped away his tears, Wu Hui laughed so hard that even Wu Xian had a weird expression.

"How did he get hurt?"

Seeing several people looking over in unison, Bai Shu had no choice but to tell the story of that day in detail, interspersed with Zuo Zhao's wild laughter.

After stumbling and stumbling, it took a full two or three sticks of incense before Bai Shu explained the situation completely.

"Lao Yang is merciful, and his love is as strong as before." Zuo Zhao sighed in admiration, "He sacrificed half his life to support another family's children, it is truly epic."

"Amitabha."

With a solemn face, Wuhui sighed softly: "I think Mrs. Yan mentioned that the old sheep is willing to do the thing about pushing the butt."

The two looked at each other and laughed wildly again.

Wuxian coughed heavily, indicating that there were still a group of soldiers by his side, and the two barely stopped laughing.

Zuo Zhao's laughter rumbled like thunder, and Xie Fanjing couldn't help but glance at him.

Seeing the dumbfounded little girl looking over, Zuo Zhao's laughter stopped abruptly, stuck in his throat.

He first ordered a few words to the beautiful woman, and then hastily chatted with Wu Xian and Wu Hui, with an impatient look on his face.

"Nephew."

Wuxian was staggered by him, and his face was helpless:

"You don't need to worry about the sacrifice of sheep to wine, it's on us. Since you have agreed to your sword scriptures, he won't be able to go back on his word with me waiting."

This sword scripture has a lot of background.

Hearing the meaningless Bai Shu, his eyes lit up.

Wuxian was about to speak again, but was grabbed by Zuo Zhao, and the three of them turned into light, and disappeared in an instant.

"In the evening, I will wait for you at the Zhao residence."

Only the lingering sound echoed in the original place, when Wu Xian asked about Yang Shixuan's deeds earlier, he had already asked where he lived.

The glamorous pretty woman's eyes moved slightly, seeing that the three of them had all left, she timidly took a step closer to Bai Shu's side.

……

……

……

"The little girl from the Xie family is your relative, right?"

In an instant, the three of them were already lying on the clouds in the high sky, Wuhui stretched lazily, and asked curiously:

"Speaking of which, her aunt is Zuntang, why are you so indifferent to her?"

"I'm afraid of anyone who has anything to do with Du Shaozhi."

Zuo Zhao shook his head, "The little girl doesn't know, and neither do you? She is Du Shao's appointed disciple, and I don't want to deal with her."

"That incident back then."

When the two were chatting, Wu Xian who was sitting cross-legged on the side suddenly spoke.

His whole body was bathed in the glow above the stratus clouds, like a glazed arhat with a golden body.

"It's understandable for you to plot against Mr. Da's disciple, he and us are incompatible."

"only……"

Wu Xian shook his head and sighed:

"It's too much for that person to be beaten into the Dragon Nail and lose his reputation.

Why is the game between us so undisguised and bloody? "

Zuo Zhao was silent for a moment, he opened his mouth, but he was speechless.

This old incident is already a thorn in the hearts of all the families and the Holy Land.

Du Shaozhi's disciple was expelled, and even beaten into the Dragon Nail, disgraced.

Although they won, no one ever thought that they would win with such a posture,

The development of the situation should have been more gradual.

"Who would have thought." Zuo Zhao shook his head dejectedly, "The Song surname would not have thought that in the end, the situation is beyond our control."

Dynasty, aristocratic family, and holy land, the three are distinct, yet entangled with each other.

Wuhui patted Zuo Zhao on the shoulder to comfort him:

"Don't think too much, although Mr. Da is always finding fault with you and wants to kill you whenever he has the opportunity, but the Confucian martial art is peaceful, and it doesn't hurt much when you die."

"get out!"

Zuo Zhao slapped the protruding oil claw away, the bitterness on his face remained undiminished.

"Don't wait for the old talk." Seeing that Zuo Zhao's face became more and more sad, Wu Xian had no choice but to break the conversation.

"I am waiting for this trip, one is to collect merits, and the other is to pay tribute to Mrs. Yinshan on behalf of the master behind me, such as..."

"Where can I find Mrs. Yinshan?" Wuhui shrugged.

High above the sky, the city wall became like an ant's nest, and many soldiers walking in the city looked like busy ants.

Zuo Zhao lowered his head and looked down, narrowing his eyes slightly.

He likes this kind of feeling very much, everything is small, only they who are in the clouds are the real big ones in the world.

"In any case, we must also find Mrs. Yinshan."

He turned around slowly, regained his composure, and said solemnly to the two brothers:

"Madame Yinshan is related to our big plan behind the scenes, but it will take a lot of effort."

(End of this chapter)