The Yuan Family of the Three Kingdoms I call the shots

Chapter 90 Rescue Shuangjie
Chicheng Mountain is located in the northwest of the Han River, with continuous ups and downs for hundreds of miles, it is the most precipitous mountain range in the southern part of Zhongzhou.Its main peak stands thousands of feet high, with steep cliffs. If ordinary people don't know the way, they can't even reach halfway up the mountain.

There are caves in the mountainside, waterfalls and springs, green pines and cypresses covering several houses, the scenery is beautiful, just like a fairyland on earth.

At this time, between the mountainside, a mass of white mist shrouded, mixed with the pleasant fragrance of vegetation, the mist lingered, and the clouds were steaming and rosy. Looking ahead, there was a large nursery, in which various rare and exotic plants were planted.

Beside the nursery, there is a small green pond with crystal clear water. Around the pond, there are several bamboo houses, large and small.

The bamboo door was ajar, and there was a ding ding dong dong inside, as if someone was tinkering with something inside.

Outside the bamboo house, a simple man in his thirties with an ax in his hand was splitting firewood "hey, hey".

However, he didn't concentrate on chopping firewood. While chopping, he always peeked into the bamboo with worried eyes, as if there was someone or something inside that made him quite concerned.

"Oh!"

All of a sudden, I heard a loud noise inside the bamboo house, and then I saw billowing thick smoke slowly pouring out along the bamboo door, choking people's breath.

The middle-aged man who chopped firewood rolled his eyes, dropped his axe, picked up the wooden basin beside him, and ran to the pond.

"Ah—! Water! Water! Get water!"

It didn't take long before I saw a person jumping out of the bamboo. He was as short as a wax gourd, with white hair and a childlike face, clothed with straw boots, and holding a big clay jar in his hand. run wild.

Just because the old man's hair was all set on fire at this moment, as if he was holding a big candle head, and the sun was shining everywhere he passed, making him as sad as he wanted.

"Ge Xuan! Ge Xuan! Quick! Put out the fire and save my old man!"

Before the old man finished speaking, he saw the middle-aged man running back from the pond with a wooden basin in his hand.

"Whoa!"

With a big wave of the middle-aged man's hand, a basin of cold water splashed on the old man's face, instantly extinguishing the dyed flames on his hair.

The old man's heart relaxed, and he sat on the ground, panting for a long time.

Throwing down the wooden basin in his hand, the middle-aged man named Ge Xuan walked quickly to the old man's side, looked at the scorched hair on the top of his head, and kept shaking his head and sighing.

"Master Zuo, the hair that just grew out a few days ago is now bald again."

Immortal Master Zuo was poured like a drowned chicken, squatting on the spot, gritted his teeth and shivered, heard the words and shook his head, saying: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a little bit. Just a little bit close to me The old man will be able to forge peerless magic weapons, but in the end there is not enough firewood, what a pity, what a pity."

Ge Xuan looked at the immortal master helplessly, bowed his head and said: "Immortal Master Zuo, there is a sentence that I have held back for a long time, and today I really can't hold it back anymore, I don't know if I should say it or not."

"You've blown your ass out of your ass, why can't I let you go clean as a teacher? Speak up if you have something to say!"

Ge Xuan straightened his face: "Master Zuo, it's not my disciples who are talking about you, we are just two alchemists who hid in this mountain to gain enlightenment and study the Nine Tripods Elixir and Sanyuan Miaojing. You said that you don't go out to fight the enemy Well, you don’t care about the Shangqing Jing, you always think about what kind of military magic weapon, which is good, the magic weapon is not finished, and your hair is getting less and less."

"Fart!" Ge Xuan didn't finish his sentence when he saw Immortal Master Zuo interrupt him viciously: "You know what a fart! A teacher is a half-immortal body, and a person with a half-immortal body should worry about the country People, take the prosperity of the Dao of Heaven as your own responsibility, you have only learned a few percent of the skills of being a teacher, and you dare to teach me a lesson!"

Ge Xuan looked at Zuo Xianweng's scorched black curly hair with a guilty conscience, and murmured: "The body of a half-immortal, is this level?"

"Let's talk nonsense! Tell me, how is the intercourse technique I taught you last time?"

Ge Xuan blushed when he heard the words, and said in a low voice: "On this whole mountain, it's just us, who am I going to practice with?"

"Trash, you don't even know how to play tricks in the house, and you still want to build a nunnery and an altar, and set up your own family? You'd better learn from your teacher honestly."

Having said that, Immortal Master Zuo casually glanced at the northern sky, his face was startled, and he stood up suddenly, not caring about his burnt hair, just muttering to himself.

"Weird, weird! In the land of northern Xinjiang, the guest star of Zhongzhou appeared a few days ago, and the general star of Yan Dynasty was dim. Why did there suddenly appear a small star of purple auspiciousness and peace? The number of days of discord is unreasonable~! "

Hearing the words, Ge Xuan didn't understand, so he patted his head, puzzled and said: "Master Zuo, what do you mean?"

Immortal Master Zuo shook his head, frowned and said: "The general star of Zhongzhou is so radiant and tyrannical that people dare not look up to him. He is a rare general star in a hundred years. When the weather is right, he will definitely rise up instead of Hebei in the future. Unify the northern land! But today there is an extra purple and peaceful little star defending Hebei, and contending with the Zhongzhou general star, which is against the law of the sky, could it be."

Ge Xuan blinked his eyes: "Could it be something?"

Zuo Xianweng slapped his thigh fiercely: "Could it be that a monster descended into the world!"

"Ah? Monster?"

Zuo Xianweng flicked his sleeves, and swayed towards the bamboo house: "Disciple! Pack up your things quickly, and go to Hebei with my old man to collect monsters! The world is in chaos, luck is predetermined, but there are monsters descending from the sky Interfering with the fate of heaven and earth? As a half-immortal, I am determined to maintain the peace of heaven and get rid of this evil! For the benefit of the people of the world!"

"Master Immortal, don't make trouble! Can't we cultivate Qi and make alchemy at home?"

"No!"

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The prisons in Yecheng are divided into outer prisons and forbidden prisons. The outer prisons are directly under the jurisdiction of Ting Wei, and they deal with prisoners who have gone through normal procedures and are indeed guilty.

The Prison is a prison under the authoritarian jurisdiction of Yuan Shao himself. It is dedicated to imprisoning some people who are personally ordered by Yuan Shao, who are not suitable for rumors, or whose crimes are relatively vague. To put it bluntly, it is a bit similar to the private trumpets of later generations.

Feng Ji led Yuan Shang, entered through the north gate of Yecheng, and rushed to the gate of the jail.

This place is heavily guarded, and only idlers are not allowed to enter. Fortunately, with the gold signboard of the third son Yuan Shang as a guarantee, the guarding generals allowed the two to enter and visit, but they still had to leave their swords behind.

As soon as he entered the prison, he could smell blood and stench coming towards his face. Yuan Shang turned his head and tilted his body, but he was almost slipped by the damp and dark steps.

Frowning dissatisfied, Yuan Shang covered his nose and said in a low voice, "It's dirty, smelly and dark, is this a place for people to stay?"

Feng Ji let out a hey, and said, "It's a place for people to stay, so we can't let them live there."

Yuan Shang looked around and said, "Lead me to the cell where Jushou is!"

Feng Ji heard the words and made a promise, and then turned to the left to lead the way for Yuan Shang.

In all honesty, Feng Ji didn't want Yuan Shang to save Tian Feng and Ju Shou, because people are jealous, especially in the environment where the Yuan family in Hebei loves to fight and be jealous!
Tian Feng and Ju Shou's talents are too high, so high that Feng Ji, who has always been self-righteous, often sighs in his heart.

Although there are emotions of working together for many years in it, the officialdom is like a battlefield. For some people who are not deeply aware, personal progress and their own trend are far higher than the interests of the organization and the group.In Feng Ji's heart, he has talent and ability, although he may not be inferior to Tian Ju and the other two, but if he is a mastermind, it should be enough to support the master and rule the world fairly!
In Feng Ji's mind, Tian Ju and Tian Ju, whose knowledge and talent are higher than his own, are just two stumbling blocks to Yuan Shi and himself, and they are still smelly and hard.

I thought I could use this opportunity to see the two of them die in the prison, but in the end, Yuan Shang was killed halfway. Not only did he want to save the two, but he had to let himself lead the way, so he held his breath.

This is the third young master. If it were someone else, Feng Ji would not urinate on him at all.

"Third Young Master, that's where it is! Ahead is the prison where Jushou is held!"

Yuan Shang nodded when he heard the words, and looked along Feng Ji's fingers, but suddenly heard a voice slowly coming from far and near, the voice paused word by word, very clearly audible.

"At the command of the lord, before noon, take the head of Jushou and return it! I read that he has followed the lord for many years, and he has quite a little skill. I am so kind to him to kill himself with a sword!"

Feng Ji was overjoyed when he heard the words: "Third Young Master, it's late, it's late! The lord's envoy has arrived, and there is no salvation! Let's go back to the banquet and eat meat!"

Yuan Shang's eyelids twitched slightly, suddenly made up his mind, gritted his teeth, started a run-up, and flew towards the prison where the sound came from.

Feng Ji's complexion changed, and he hurriedly called back: "My lord, what are you doing?"

Yuan Shang turned a deaf ear and ran into the prison, just in time to see an envoy of Yuan Jun, surrounded by several jailers, take out the saber bestowed by Yuan Shao, raise both hands, and present it to the pale-faced Ju Shou step by step.

"Leave someone under the sword!"

When the words fell, Yuan Shang jumped up with a run-up, and hit the cheek of the man holding the sword with his volley.

But hearing a scream of "ah", the sword-holding messenger raised his head and spit out a mouthful of blood. His body was like a floating duckweed, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, and directly stuck to the damp cold wall of the prison with a "boom". above.
The emissary spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and his body slid down the wall vertically. After thumping a few times, he stopped moving.

Yuan Shang lightly flicked his forehead bangs, and said quite proudly: "100 meters ten seconds five seven, I guess it can be ranked in the world record."

Ju Shou, who was still ashamed just now, opened his mouth wide in surprise at this moment, staring blankly at Yuan Shang who seemed to have fallen from the sky, and at some point in his eyes, tears flashed faintly.

"Third Young Master, are you back?"

Yuan Shang smiled at him, stepped forward and gently held Jushou's hand, and said with emotion: "Sir! Yuan Shang is ashamed, humiliating his mission, not completely restraining Cao Jun, resulting in the defeat of the war, and causing the mister to suffer here , what a crime!"

Ju Shou shook his head heavily, and said with a choked voice, "It's okay, it's okay! Okay! Just come back!"

At this time, Feng Ji was also before rushing to the prison. Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but grow his mouth in surprise.

"My lord, you... you are crazy! You actually shot the lord's personal messenger!? My lord, you are in big trouble!"

Yuan Shang turned his head, glanced at the astonished Feng Ji and the dumbfounded jailer, shook his head and said, "Expedient measures are all expedient measures! I can't control so much. Listen to me, from now on, Mr. Jushou is my son's guest, and no one is allowed to touch him. After I have consulted with my father, I will start again! During this period, if you dare to touch even half a hair of him."

Yuan Shang glanced around, then pointed at the emissary who vomited blood and slipped from the wall: "This is what will happen to you!"

All the guards were sweating coldly when they heard the words, and then looked at the setting sun after the messenger was kicked away, and they all cupped their hands, expressing their opinions one after another.

"Little people don't dare, I will definitely remember the words of the young master."

Yuan Shang nodded slightly, then ran to the stunned Feng Ji, and tugged his sleeve with his hand: "Go! Follow me to save Tian Feng!"

Feng Ji's face was pale, and he said in disbelief, "My lord, it's not enough for you to kick one messenger away, do you have to kick another one?"

　The following is not a word: Thanks to the book friend Oyuan and the old nobleman for becoming the two helmsmen of this book, thank you brother
　　
　
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