Chapter 26 Flying to Residence

PS, today is a story about Su Tian in parallel time and space!!

The sunset will be slanting, the tree shadow will be dark, and Sikong will stand alone on the long street, and people will be more depressed. At this moment, he is facing his former subordinates, but they are hostile to each other. Those people surrounded him with swords in their hands and couldn't help persuading him, "Young master, go back with us. It will be difficult for young master Jingxiu to arrive with others."

"How can I go back at this moment? You don't understand!" Sikong gritted his teeth and replied, "Seither I splash blood on the spot in front of you or let me go." He seems to have made up his mind and never compromise. Those people looked at each other a few times and finally made a decision. Immediately, two people suddenly rushed to Sikong with their swords and took action from an extremely tricky perspective.

Sikong heard the sound, then retreated, hurriedly knocked down a person, staggered a few steps, but had leaned his back on the door panel of a street-facing shop, clamped a knife in his left hand, and kicked a sword with his right foot. Despite this, the arm and calf have been cut through two ways. Seeing that his resistance was so fierce, those people couldn't help frowning. I guess it was really hard to invite the young master back.

Seeing that everyone was getting closer and closer, Sikong barely supported his body, but his heart became more and more dim. Thinking that I have persisted for too long, I will not support it at this moment, and my eyelids are not at the right time to fight. I feel that my eyes gradually shrink into a line, and I hear a sneer, and finally my consciousness is blurred...

"It's been a failure for a long time and I can't ask anything." In the dark shadow, a man suddenly sat up next to Sikong. The man was dressed in messy clothes, his face was a little haggard, and he held a wine cup in his hand. He seemed to be hungover and sneered, "Let me teach you how to make a torture confession?" The man was not stunned. Everyone understood, helped Sikong who fainted up and suddenly shook his head vigorously: "Kid, don't you say it?" For a moment, everyone panicked. Just as he was about to come over to stop him, the man suddenly turned around and grinned, "He said, if you don't leave, he will die." With that, he reached out and grabbed Sikong's neck. Look at that, as long as everyone takes one more step, they will pinch their young master's life.

These people were ordered to escort their difficult young master back. Of course, they could not take a dead person back. Even if the job was completely messed up, they hurriedly said, "Well, good to say. Don't do it." Then get out of here!" The man raised Sikong's hand high, suddenly shouted loudly, and then clicked. A group of people saw an arm being bluntly removed, so scared that they dared not stay any longer, and all flashed without a trace.

Seeing those people hiding in the dark and secretly watching, the man put his nose on his broken arm and sniffed, showing a strange smile: "It's just a little illusion. Look at you scared." He picked up Sikong Night Rain, which was still asleep, and walked step by step into the hut on the corner of the street.

The broken arm was thrown to the ground by him, and some of those who avoided secretly came back to pick it up, but they saw it slowly return to the appearance of a lotus root with thick arms. Looking at the man's place of rest, there are quite strange huts, gray bricks, but the door plaque says flying to live.

"Flying to live? Have you never heard of it?" After receiving the secret report from his men, Sikong Xiongtu sat still and said no, but it was Ge Pengfei, the second head of Xiongtu Mansion. Several elders of Xiongtu Mansion also looked at each other in consterspect. They didn't know where the person who flew to the Cury came from, but they dared to fight with the people of Xiongtu Mansion. However, this pursuit order is also really ridiculous. Sikong Xiongtu actually didn't care about family affection and ordered to kill his precious son, and the person who carried out this order was Murong Jingxiu, who had always been unpleasant to each other with the young master Sikong Yeyu, which was even more ridiculous.

Seeing the owner of a house that has always been wise, he is just sitting high in a chair for a long time. Everyone here can't help but feel sad. There must be unknown twists and turns in this. I'm afraid that Xiongtu Mansion will change. For a moment, no one said anything and had their own things on their own.

Sikong Xiongtu suddenly stood up and ordered, "Jing Xiu, you can do this job." Then he turned back to his bedroom. This secret talk ended like this.

Murong Jingxiu looked at the boss's back, with a strange smile on the corners of his mouth, and suddenly turned around and shouted, "Prepare horses!"

Sikong woke up quietly and found himself lying in a small room, sleeping on the cold floor. One person lay in front of the window with a yellow oil lamp, looking for something in the box and cupboard. He saw that the man's clothes were shabby and quite untidy. After searching, he did not forget to wipe his nose with his cuffs, which was so sloppy. Sikong guessed that this person had saved his life, but the man had already rose up, holding a yellow book in his hand and shouting, "I found it!" At this moment, he turned around and saw the other party's face clearly. What a curious face. His face was as white as jade, but King Kong's eyes were angry. Although his red teeth were white, he actually bearded. Which country is this from?

"I found a book of the Treasure Book of Doctors and Deaths, and I want to learn to sell it now and help you heal your wounds..." This man was actually holding Buddha's feet at the last minute. Sikong looked at his interest and happy appearance, as if he didn't take his life seriously. It was purely interesting, and his heart was suddenly creepy.

The evil door of this place is still the best policy. Sikong struggled to leave, but vaguely heard a sound, as if it came from the hall. He turned his head and looked at it with surprise. The sound was coming from the burning oil lamp, but it was like the wonderful sound made by a skilled pianist when he plucked the strings. It was out of control, and the remaining sound curled endlessly. However, the most spectacular one is the medical book unfolded under the oil lamp. With the music, a series of strange characters floated out of the paper, swaying a light dance around the man's ear, as if saying something.

In a moment, the song was finished, the volume was turned over, and the young man finally closed the book. He turned his face and smiled at Murong Jingxiu with a strange smile.

This face is unforgettable in his life; this expression, he remembers his life - a seemingly ordinary face, but it is like a vicissitudes of life, and like a character on the stage, full of mixed feelings, with a smile, a mouth and a blink of an eye, all like a peerless famous actress.

This person is Su Tian, the owner of Feilaiju, a character who has been entangled with Sikong's fate since then.

Su Tianyu walked to him and raised the treasure book and said, "This book teaches people how to scrape bones and heal wounds, how to exorcise poisons and avoid evil spirits. It is simply an all-encompeting of difficult and miscellaneous diseases in the world. It is not the simplest way to bandage and stop bleeding. It seems that you are dead." Sikong handed over his eyes and held it for a moment, but opened his mouth and spit out a thick spit: "Where are you playing me?" Su Tian shook, dodged the hidden weapon like a floating cloud, and sat calmly on the chair. His face suddenly became solemn. He held his cheek with his hand and looked at Sikong's expression without saying a word, like a wise old man.

Sikong was stunned by him. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the other party suddenly said, "Have you ever thought about why you came here and why you met me?" Without waiting for Si Kong to understand, he held a wine cup in front of him: "I have a glass of pollen accompaniment wine, which is quite effective in curing all diseases. I don't know if you dare to use it?"

"What kind of pollen accompaniment, would you make it clear?" Sikong suffered several big losses from him and dared not agree rashly. Pollen is the result of the elixir flower. This flower is very spiritual. It only blooms once a month. When it blooms, there is only one, and its appearance and color are different. It all depends on your mood. If you are unhappy, it is not uncommon to become a big black stone. This wine is made from the three steaming clouds above the southern sky. It is called cloud wine, and it can be washed. Cleanse the dust, forget the troubles, and make people reborn. Before he finished speaking, Su Tian said again, "I drank it, but there are small sequelae. It is inevitable that it is upside down."

Sikong really hesitated and said that he didn't know what poison you were going to pour on me. How could he believe you? Seeing his hesitation, Su Tian stepped forward and said, "Good man, why do you hesitate so much? Let me help you." Fearing that Sikong would struggle, the horse's golden knife rode on his back to prevent him from turning over, holding his head with one hand, opening his mouth, and pouring a glass of clear wine from between his teeth, and only dripping jade. Sikong became more and more angry, and even eight generations of ancestors secretly scolded him. However, when the wine entered his stomach, it had a different taste - a sense of coolness surged into his heart, which was so uncomfortable. Su Tianyu saw that everything had come true, smiled proudly, and left him and went straight back to the inner room to sleep.

Besides, Sikong lay on the ground. After only a moment, he felt the pain on his body gradually stop. He raised his hands and raised his feet and was no longer as heavy as lead. However, he stood up behind him, but he felt a trance, and his feet seemed to step on colorful clouds and shake up. I don't know whether the glass of wine dissolved the elixir of immortality. He seemed to be about to fly up and experienced the unprecedented taste of the coldness. There was something at the foot of the table, dark, like a long foot. He trotted in front of him and shouted, "Kid, make way. The drunkard won't stand in the way.

What is it, so arrogant? Sikong pressed the thing in the palm of his hand and raised it in front of him. It turned out to be an inkstone. The color was good, and the ink color was good. There was only one more hand and foot on each of the two edges, and a pair of gray eyes appeared at the top, which seemed to open and close like a half-curved curve under the open eyes like a mouth: "Why? Have you ever seen such a handsome and talkative Mo Yan? Let go quickly, or you won't be polite." Weird! It's okay to run and talk, even with such a bad temper, just like the owner of this room. Sikong was laughing, and the inkstone had already spewed out a ball of ink and shot a flat face. Sikong wiped it with his cuffs in a panic and let go of his hand. The inkstone landed lightly and went to play.

Fortunately, Sikong closed his eyes in time, otherwise the ink would splash into his eyes, which would be uncomfortable. Only then did he remember why the previous owner here slapped things on the table and hid into the inner room with his face covered - everything was done by Fang Moyan. He was wiping his darkened face, and a hairy and pointed object jumped on his wrist and slipped along his arm to his shoulder. It turned out to be a delicate brush. The fluffy at the tip is white and dust-free, which should be a good wolf. The brush seemed to be spiritual. The tip of the pen swept slightly on his cheek, and the ink sprinkled away like a drizzle of round beads. In a moment, more than half of it had been swept away. The rest dried quickly, but turned Sikong's face into black charcoal.