The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 683 The Empress Dowager Returns! (two more)

The twilight is all together, and there is a cloud of burning clouds in the sky, winding mountains and rivers.

In the ruined temple, a monk, a young man, and a small snake were sitting opposite each other.

The little snake ran a few times, but was caught by the young man. The young man shook the little snake so dizzy that the little snake didn't run away anymore, just curled up there obediently.

"Alas." The monk sighed, "It's not that I don't want to teach you, but that you can't learn those tricks at all, and what you learn is just a show, and you can't use its power."

Gu Jiao said: "You know I can't learn it even if you don't teach it?"

"Do you have internal strength?"

"No."

"Can you do light work?"

"Won't."

The monk smiled and said, "Isn't that enough? That set of boxing can only be used by those with deep inner strength."

Gu Jiao grabbed the little snake.

The monk's face changed, and he stretched out his hand: "Wait! I haven't finished talking yet!"

Gu Jiao's movements paused, and the little snake hung upside down in mid-air, coordinatingly spitting out the harmless snake letter.

The monk regained his composure, glanced at the red tasseled spear beside the straw mat, and said, "Your weapon is a spear, and I will teach you a set of marksmanship."

Well, the monk can also shoot.

Gu Jiao's current marksmanship was taught by Master Hou, there are only a few moves in total, and there is only one move as the ultimate move.

That was chosen for her by the old Hou Ye based on her situation at the time. In fact, with the recovery of her strength, that spear technique is really not enough.

The monk stood up, walked over to pick up the red tasseled gun leaning against the wall, and walked to the open space outside the temple: "Look out."

He pointed his spear to the ground, his eyes froze, and his breath flowed instantly, as if an invisible wind blade swept across the world wantonly.

Gu Jiao obviously felt that the monk's aura had changed, but actually thinking about it carefully, this monk has been changing a lot.

From him, she couldn't feel a trace of his martial arts skills, so she didn't find it so strange that he fell into the trap the first time.

But the terrifying skill he erupted when he killed Sirius made him look like a different person.

It really made Gu Jiao describe it, but Gu Jiao couldn't describe it.

Maybe... like a Buddha, a Buddha who fell into the devil's way.

But right now, the Buddha energy and demon energy are gone, he danced his spear, standing in the middle of the universe, with a righteous spirit all over his body,

Even those peach blossom eyes became extraordinarily serious.

"What kind of marksmanship is this?" Gu Jiao murmured.

After the monk finished his last move, he threw the spear to Gu Jiao: "Okay, it's your turn."

This long spear is very heavy, if he just throws it over like this, isn't he afraid that she won't be able to catch it?

Intentionally or not, there was a trace of Monk's own strength on the spear. Gu Jiao really almost couldn't catch it. She stabilized her lower body and planted the spear heavily on the ground, so as not to be thrown to the ground.

The monk raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yo, I caught it."

"So you did it on purpose?"

"Let's see how you recover. If you don't have enough physical strength, then I can't teach you the next few moves."

What he said was "Test how you recover", not "Test how your original strength is". The difference between a few words has a very different meaning.

He knew what she was like before she was hurt.

Then can she think that he was already there when she was fighting against the six Jinyiwei of the Prince's Mansion five days ago.

He kept watching secretly, and didn't act until she was dying.

"Why don't you do it? Didn't you remember? Then I'll call you again."

"Need not."

The marksmanship taught by Master Hou to Gu Jiao has laid a very solid foundation for Gu Jiao, and she can basically understand some complicated moves.

The only thing is that her injury has not healed, and she is indeed lacking in physical strength, but she doesn't need to kill people, just practicing the gun is enough.

The monk stood at the door, looking at Gu Jiao without blinking: "The first form."

The first move is the simplest, and it is not much different from the most important move that Old Master Hou taught Gu Jiao, but the tip of the spear is raised by two inches, and the force required to stab it out is more than 20% greater.

Gu Jiao retracted the red-tasseled gun, adjusted her breathing, and said to herself: "It looks simple, but I didn't expect it to take so much energy."

The monk took off the wine bag, raised his head and took a big sip, looked at Gu Jiao leisurely, and said, "Second style."

The difficulty of the second form increased, Gu Jiao jumped up, and stabbed fiercely with the spear from top to bottom.

Her angle was exactly the same as the monk's stabbing angle.

It is a bit surprising that I can imitate this after only watching it once.

After finishing these two moves, half of Gu Jiao's physical strength was exhausted, and the wound began to hurt.

The monk has no intention of letting Gu Jiao stop.

"The third form." He said seriously.

It seems that since the monk started playing with the red-tasseled gun, and now watching her practice the gun, the monk's aura is different from what she has seen before.

The third style is the Chinese style, which has a deceiving false move, which requires extremely high speed and body flexibility.

That is to say, Gu Jiao has never stopped exercising since time travel, otherwise she would have broken her waist.

After finishing this move, Gu Jiao gasped slightly.

The monk looked at Gu Jiao quite unexpectedly: "There is still strength."

Gu Jiao played all the moves in one go. She said it was all, but in fact there were only five moves, but the difficulty of each move was multiplied.

The monk murmured: "Girl, I originally planned for you to finish the practice three times..."

Gu Jiao's legs were weak and she was about to fall down at any moment, but she held on with her red tasseled spear.

She raised her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and panted, "Is there any more?"

The monk was stunned: "There are more."

He paused, as if hesitating, as if he had made a big decision, "Three styles."

Gu Jiao was exhausted like a dog, staring at her eyes, she didn't notice the entanglement in his expression, she handed him the red tasseled gun: "I'll take a few breaths, you start again."

Otherwise she can't see clearly.

The monk stood in the open space under the twilight with a red-tasseled spear in his hand. The night wind blew his monk's robe up, and his robe fluttered. He stared at the sky.

"I can do it." Gu Jiao said.

The monk didn't move.

Gu Jiao tilted her head: "Monk?"

The monk held the red-tasseled spear tightly: "Since you want to learn, I will teach you, but you must remember, you cannot use this set of marksmanship to do evil, and you must not use it to hurt innocent people, otherwise I will kill you with my own hands. "

Gu Jiao sat on the threshold, looked at him with her chin on her hands: "I'm not used to you being so solemn all of a sudden."

The difficulty of the last three moves is not comparable to the first six moves. Gu Jiao seems to have seen it, but she is still a little powerless to perform all of them.

"Let's practice here today." The monk said.

"Oh." Gu Jiao put away the red-tasseled spear.

The two of them practiced all night and didn't bother to eat. The monk went to the creek behind the ruined temple to catch two fish and roast them.

He went to pick some wild fruits nearby.

When he came back with a bunch of wild fruits, the two grilled fish had only bones left. Gu Jiao's cheeks were bulging, her small mouth was moving quickly, and she was trying to eliminate the evidence.

The monk frowned on the spot: "Why are you finished eating again! You can't leave some for me!"

Gu Jiao puffed her cheeks, like a chubby squirrel eating, and said vaguely: "It's too much consumption, I'm starving, I can't hold back."

Monk: "..."

The monk went to catch two more fish, but this time he did not leave even a single step, resolutely guarding against someone stealing them.

The little snake was let go by Gu Jiao, after all there was nothing wrong with it.

The monk concentrates on grilling fish.

Sitting on the hay, Gu Jiao took a cotton cloth from the small pannier and carefully wiped the red-tasseled gun like a treasure.

The monk watched her wiping the red-tasseled spear, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

Gu Jiao noticed his scrutiny, and when she looked at him, he had already looked away and continued to grill the fish.

In other words, the monk never asked her why she appeared in the country of Yan, why she was dressed as a man, and why she encountered the Jinyiwei of the Prince's Mansion?

Was it because he wasn't curious about her at all, or was he already—

The monk snorted coldly: "Don't look at it, it's useless to look at it, I won't eat it for you!"

Gu Jiao's thoughts were interrupted, she paused, and decided to ask him: "What's your name?"

Monks don't have names, so what she asked was of course the Dharma name. For example, Ching Kung is a Dharma name, but Ching Kung likes this name, and he still calls it Ching Kung after he has become vulgar.

After Gu Jiao asked, she thought about what kind of dharma name the monk would call, and finally heard him say a word softly.

Gu Jiao was taken aback: "Steam? Steam what? Is it steamed rabbit or steamed ribs?"

The monk roared: "Can you have something else on your mind besides food?!"

Gu Jiao: No, I've been starving these days.

The monk sighed, picked up a dead branch, and wrote a word on the ground in Yan Guowen: "Zheng."

This word, it seems that it is not a dharma name, but his layman's name.

The monk ended the conversation: "It's getting late, you should go to bed quickly."

Gu Jiao: "I want to eat fish."

Monk: "..."

After eating another fat and juicy grilled fish, Gu Jiao fell asleep contentedly stroking her round belly.

...

At night, Gu Jiao had a dream.

After coming to Shengdu, she obviously had more dreams than before, but what's interesting is that she basically forgot after waking up, and in the dream, all the memories seemed to be strung together.

For example, after coming to the dream, she remembered the yard full of bell flowers and the cemetery without a tombstone.

Tonight is neither a courtyard nor a cemetery, but an endless battlefield, gold and iron horses, blood-stained yellow sand, endless fights, soldiers and soldiers fell continuously, and the blood mist filled the sky with blood.

On top of thousands of dead bones, a man in silver armor rode on a black wind cavalry also in silver armor, holding the reins tightly with one hand and holding a red-tasseled spear with the other.

His silver armor was already covered with blood, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes.

He looked at the thousands of soldiers and horses in front of him, and said word by word: "Even if the son of my Xuanyuan family fights to the last man, he will never surrender!"

In the next second, the scene in the dream changed.

Still this man.

Wearing silver armor, he stood at the head of the camp, looked at the opposite official and said in a cold voice: "Reverse? So what if my Xuanyuan family is rebellious? Heaven is sorry for my Xuanyuan family, my Xuanyuan family has rebelled against the law of heaven!"

"Sound...Sound..."

It was the man's voice.

The picture changed again.

His voice is extraordinarily gentle and pampering in this scene.

It's just that his appearance is really horrible.

He was shot in the shoulder and twice in the thigh. He was lying on the ground, bleeding like a river.

He struggled to prop himself up on his hands to be able to sit up.

Beside him squatted a little girl who was only two years old.

"Uncle, you are bleeding, a lot of blood."

He smiled nonchalantly, wiped the blood from the palm of his hand on the armor without any trace, then raised that hand and touched the little girl's head: "The uncle didn't bleed, the uncle was playing with Yinyin."

The little girl tilted her head, as if trying to tell the truth from what he said.

Then she asked, "Uncle, does it hurt?"

He smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all. Yinyin, let's play a game, shall we?"

"What are you playing?" the little girl asked.

He raised his head with difficulty, endured the severe pain that was torn all over his body, pointed to the small dilapidated house in front of him and said, "Did you see that small house in front of you?"

The little girl nodded, and said childishly, "Yinyin saw it."

He smiled weakly: "I'll count one, two, three, you run over, run very fast, don't stop, and don't look back. You find a place to hide in the house, if you can make uncle find you You, uncle will buy you candy."

...

The little girl hid in the dark for a long time, so long that she woke up after sleeping, and it was dark and bright again.

She struggled to get out of the box, and walked back staggeringly on her short legs.

The mountains in the past became a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Her lonely little figure crawled over one corpse after another in a pool of blood.

"Uncle, where are you?"

"Yinyin won't play with you anymore."

"Yinyin doesn't want candy anymore, Yinyin wants uncle."

The little girl raised her head and looked towards the city wall.

Gu Jiao: "Don't—"

Gu Jiao shook her body and opened her eyes.

The monk sat cross-legged beside her, and glanced at her with a half-smile: "Did you have a nightmare?"

It seemed like a nightmare, but when she woke up, she couldn't remember anything, only one picture - a man in silver armor was nailed to the city wall with a red tasseled spear.

Gu Jiao rubbed her heart.

The monk took a look, took out something from his wide sleeve, and threw it into her arms: "Here."

"What?" Gu Jiao asked.

"Sugar," said the monk.

"I don't like candy." Gu Jiao returned the candy to him.

"Oh?" The monk raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "How can anyone not like candy? My little disciple loves to eat very hard. Whenever he is unhappy, coaxing him with candy will definitely make him happy." Coax well."

Gu Jiao asked him strangely: "Do you still have apprentices?"

What apprentice can survive three days in your hands?

How tenacious vitality is that!

...

In the second half of the night, Gu Jiao didn't have any more dreams and slept until dawn.

Her health is fine, even if people from the Prince's Mansion came to chase her down again, she would at least be able to run away if she could beat her.

It's time to go back.

"Huh? Where's the monk?"

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

The monk walked into the ruined temple with a bunch of fresh wild fruits in his arms: "Just deal with it and eat some, it's time to go on the road in a while."

Gu Jiao said: "Are you leaving?"

The monk said, "Aren't you going?"

Gu Jiao said: "I'll go."

The monk said: "Then what are you talking about? Eat quickly and go on the road!"

"Oh."

Gu Jiao ate a few wild fruits, it was so sour.

After filling her stomach, Gu Jiao packed up her things. There was almost nothing left in the first aid kit, and the bow was lost, but she could make another one. With Master Lu and Xiao Shun around, making a bow is not difficult.

Gu Jiao carried a red-tasseled spear and a small pannier on her back.

The monk stuffed the remaining sour teeth into her small basket: "To satisfy the hunger on the road!"

Gu Jiao squinted at him: "You were too lazy to take it and stuffed it for me, right?"

The monk held the Buddha beads in one hand: "Amitabha, you are so good, the poor monks are all kind."

Gu Jiao: I believe you are a ghost.

The two left the ruined temple.

In fact, Gu Jiao wanted to go to the imperial mausoleum to see the condition of the princess, but it had been six days since the first wave of Jinyi guards was dispatched from the Prince's Mansion, and everything that should have happened should have happened.

Either the princess moved fast enough to find the body of Jin Yiwei after the broken bridge, and rushed back to Shengdu before the second wave of Jin Yiwei arrived.

Or... the princess has already been killed.

"I'm going back to Shengdu, where are you going next?" Gu Jiao asked the monk.

"I……"

As soon as the monk opened his mouth, there was a burst of murderous intent behind him!

The monk suddenly turned around, blocked Gu Jiao behind him, slapped Gu Jiao, and met the opponent's attack!

The collision of this move caused a crack in the road surface.

The monk looked at the empty path, sneered, and said, "Oh, you dare to attack me from such a distance, you are good at it. Girl, you go first."

Gu Jiao poked out a small head from behind him and asked, "Can you beat me? If you can't beat me, I can stay and help you."

If he was a guy who could be crushed to death with one move, he wouldn't force the monk to slap him with a single swipe. The internal force of that slap was much stronger than when dealing with the three sky wolves.

The monk smiled casually, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly: "He is a bit tricky guy, but he is not too strong to beat. I let you go first because I don't want that bull-nosed person to see your face and think that you and I are on the same team. If you can't beat me, I will trouble you in the future. Of course, if you insist on staying..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw that Gu Jiao, who was trying to help him a second ago, had already disappeared in a flash!

Monk: "..."

...

It took Gu Jiao two days to rush back to Shengdu from Guanshan.

The people in the Prince's Mansion actually didn't know who killed the first wave of Jin Yiwei, they followed the clues on the scene to find the ruined temple.

Before she and the monk left, all traces of the ruined temple were wiped clean.

As long as she doesn't reveal her secrets, she won't be discovered by the people in the Prince's Mansion.

Gu Jiao returned to the house in the evening.

Nan Shiniang heard the sound of horseshoes outside the door, walked over without thinking, and opened the courtyard door: "Jiaojiao!"

In the past few days, whenever there was a sound of horseshoes in the alley, Mrs. Nan would come out to have a look.

"You are back!" Nan Shiniang looked around in the alley, pulled Gu Jiao in, closed the courtyard door, put the latch on it, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Why have you been here for so long?"

"I'm fine." Gu Jiao said, "Is everything alright at home?"

Nan Shiniang sighed: "We're fine, it's just Yan'er...he had a heart attack, on the second night you left, fortunately there was medicine you left behind, he had a fever all night, and he was fine the next day gone."

The second night she left was the time when she was fighting with Jin Yiwei.

She was injured, so Gu Yan also felt uncomfortable.

"I'll go and see Gu Yan." Gu Jiao said.

"He just fell asleep." Nan Shiniang and Gu Jiao entered Gu Yan's room together.

On the bed, Gu Yan breathed lightly and evenly, and his complexion was as pale as ever.

Nan Shiniang whispered: "Are you really okay? What happened?"

Gu Jiao glanced at Gu Yan on the bed, and said to Nan Senian: "I fought with the people in the Prince's Mansion, and I encountered a little trouble. I was delayed in the ruined temple for a few days. The trouble has been resolved. Nan Senian don't have to worry."

Master Nan knew her nature of reporting good news but not worrying, so she asked, "Are you injured?"

Gu Jiao denied it flatly: "I didn't."

You wouldn't admit it, Nan Shiniang had no choice but to turn the page and said, "Liu Lang has been here a few times, and he just left this afternoon."

Let Xianggong and Xiao Jingkong worry.

Gu Jiao said: "I will go to the city to find them another day."

Nan Shiniang said: "Then you can ask Xiaofeng to take you there, and he will come here every day to ask about your situation."

Gu Jiao replied: "Okay, by the way, where are Xiao Shun and Master Lu?"

Master Nan said: "They went to buy firewood. Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat."

Mrs. Nan left the house.

Gu Jiao came to the bed, bent over, and stretched out her hand to touch Gu Yan's forehead.

Gu Yan slowly opened his eyes.

Gu Jiao smiled lightly: "I knew you were awake."

There was water in Gu Yan's eyes, and he looked at her without blinking: "You are lying."

Gu Jiao opened her mouth: "I..."

Gu Yan said: "You are injured."

Gu Jiao knew that even if she could hide it from the world, she couldn't hide it from Gu Yan.

Gu Yan pointed to the edge of the bed: "Sit down."

Gu Jiao said, "I'm dirty."

Gu Yan didn't speak, just looked at her so stubbornly.

Gu Jiao sighed and sat down beside Gu Yan's bed. Gu Yan rested his head on her lap and hugged her waist: "Sister."

"Um?"

"Don't go out for so long."

"it is good."

...

Gu Jiao came out of Gu Yan's room, and Nan Shiniang also cooked the noodles.

Master Nan put a steaming bowl of dried bacon and bamboo shoot noodles on the Eight Immortals table in the main room, and asked Gu Jiao, "Yan'er asleep?"

Gu Jiao nodded: "Well, he fell asleep, this time he was really angry, and he coaxed him for a long time."

Master Nan couldn't help laughing and said: "It's good to be able to coax you, and I don't care if you have been away for a few days."

Gu Jiao picked up the chopsticks and asked, "During the few days I left, nothing major happened to Sheng, right?"

Nan Shiniang thought for a while and said, "There is indeed one big event..."

Gu Jiao stopped sucking the noodles.

Master Nan said: "The princess is back."