Sha Po Lang

Without changing color, Gu Zheng calmly removed an envelope from his arms and delivered it to Long Heg.

There is no letter in the envelope, just a leather, with a cold, seemingly scented mixture of incense and fragrance.

The first night, Xuan Hawk searched for three envelopes from the seized incense master. This was one of them. The three envelopes tasted different. The incense master had a hard bone and refused to confess how to extract confessions under torture - of course, even if he did so in such a short time, Gu Qian would not necessarily dare believe it.

Of the three envelopes, this is the only one Gu Xiao can make sense of.

Legend has it that this scent was created by the former dynasty monarch to believe in the devil's outer path, so that the palace people made it to help it obtain the ascension fairy, called “royal incense”, cold and unclear, luxurious Yongrong. The ancient emperor had once secretly deposited a little, a year of hard work came to a tide, the taste is really different from the scent commonly used in the palace.

The first emperor secretly told him that although it smelled good, it was also known as "Dead Country Incense”. Just order it once in private, and let the royal historians know that you want a fryer, never speak up.

Years later, Gu Xiang is still impressed by this “scent of death”.

Chang Gu noticed immediately, without waiting for him to write in his own hand, he began to wonder how likely it was to be to throw the envelope out correctly.

Gu Zheng weighed a little. "Take one out of three, okay. It's quite a grip. If you can't, the soldiers will stop you. Let the water cover you up. ”

Fortunately, this “grasp” was only in his mind, and others could only see his apparent certainty very, very calm with him.

The middle-aged man moved, took the envelope and sniffed it down his nose a few times. His face changed uncertainly.

"Do you want to do it? ”

Gu Zheng patted his tight back in his spare time.

The middle-aged man looked up again, and the colour of the gods was quite positive. He said: "I am the master of this merchant ship. I wonder where the gentleman came from and where he is going? ”

This is a black word, written in the palm of Gu Zheng's hand.

Gu Xiao opened his mouth for the first time and said: "From the ground to the artemisia. ”

The self-proclaimed middle-aged man seemed surprised, doubtful for a moment, his voice slightly weakened: “Then... please bother Mr. Xiang. ”

Gu Zhengyin stood still, deaf and very considerate, until he gently pulled his hand, he was facelessly held forward by the longitude. Live stripping was a five senses severed, and his temper was strange, "Mr. Xiang”.

Then Gu Zhena's wide cuffs covered him up, and Gu Zheng wrote in the palm of his hand: “How does the godfather know their black words? ”

This is actually the conversation between the two members of the crew who were eavesdropping on the merchant ship during the night and day. Gu Xiao actually doesn't know what it means, but he is still a monster.

“I know everything," he whispered to Long Heg like a big tail wolf. ”

Long g: “…”

A group of travellers successfully boarded the Dongxiang merchant ship, and several Dongxiang people appeared, curious to measure the legendary Mr. Xiang.

Dong Ying was influenced by Daliang, and the culture of divine Buddha prevailed. Many people followed a monk behind Gu Ying and appeared to greet him.

These Dongxiang men were measured silently - more in number than he thought, in the name of escorting merchant ships, with long knives on their bodies, and some with iron wrist buckles and weird style darts on their wrists. Close enough to smell the faint blood on them.

Suddenly, only listening to a loud drink behind him, a masked Oriental Man unwittingly landed behind Gu Lun, without saying a word, the longitudinal knife split behind Gu Lun.

The long heg reacted extremely quickly, the sword did not sheath, and the other side's machete had been erected.

The Dongyuan screamed a strange voice, his thin body twisted into a strange curve, the whole man was like a boneless snake, the machete in his hand became the evil door snake letter, successively seven knives to the long head, at the same time, his left shoulder suddenly flowered, a dongyuan dart suddenly rushed to Gu.

And Gu Zheng didn't know whether to do the play or what to do, but the tattoo was still standing there, unconscious!

In a hurry, Long G split the sword sheath from the sword body into two parts, threw the sword sheath out hard, and hit it out when the swivel dart nearly rubbed Gu Xiao's chest.

It's not the first time he's ever had a conversation, it's not the first time he's ever had such a dangerous appearance, but it's the first time someone almost hurt his little godfather in front of him. He instantly floats a thin red layer in his eyes, and suddenly the urchin on his body is stupidly moving.

He lowered his voice, wrist to the next farewell, used his usual way of dealing with the sword puppet, the curved knife in the hands of the Dongxiang man trembled violently, almost bent, not waiting for the other party to withdraw the knife, his long leg has been kicked in his waist.

Legend has it that some Dongxian people must be thinner than ordinary people in order to walk the eaves of the wall to lurk in the assassination. This snake-like man must be warped in it. Although he is indeed flexible and creepy, he really can't help but beat himself. He was kicked out of his bowels by the leg of a long heg. He couldn't hold the machete in his hand and ran away.

But he did not want to let go of him, and his toes provoked the knife on the ground, and nailed it in front of the Dongzhun, and the sword turned in his palm, and he was about to cut the Dongzhun in half.

This matter was all in the electric light stone fire, surrounded by enemies no longer friends, no one reacted, then saw that the rabbit had fallen to kill, three "stop” simultaneously sounded.

Several Oriental knives simultaneously extended from all directions, stopping the sword wind with seven hands and eight feet.

The staring monk was only able to wipe a sweat - what he threatened to stab him with every night was true.

Long Gg whispered: “Out of the way. ”

He hurried over and even said: “Misunderstanding is all a misunderstanding. This Mr. Shangchuan came to Daliang for the first time. He didn't know the rules very well. When he saw his little brother with a knife, he wanted to make a joke. He had a lot of misunderstandings. Don't be like him. ”

His slightly reddish eyes stared at the snake man, who retreated in awe, squeezing two words out of his teeth: "Are you kidding me? ”

Cheung Song laughed with him and turned to Gu Zhang, who stood aside like no one else: “Mr. Zhang...”

Looking at that lukewarm face, he remembered that the top perfumers were invisible and deaf, so he had to step forward and clap his hands on Gu Zheng's arm.

Man hasn't touched it yet, suddenly there is a strong wind behind him, fortunately, the response is fast, otherwise it is not safe below the wrist.

Long G: “Don't touch him! ”

Praise: “...”

In this group, one deaf, one unspeakable, half a child with a hammer like a waist drum stick, the only one who can speak for them, the sword sheath of the murder weapon in his hand has not been picked up yet.

The atmosphere was frozen for a moment.

At this point, Gu Xiao finally said: “What else is consuming here? Don't miss the time of dispatch. ”

He seemed completely unconscious in that frightening conflict.

”“ Exactly, it's all a family, "she praised hurriedly.

He didn't finish his speech. Gu Zheng had lifted one hand unattended. He had a long, heptic tongue. He provoked the sword sheath on the ground with the tip of his sword. He also sworded into the sheath. He went forward and caught Gu Zheng's hand and held him inside.

After the monk had to break off, he and Qi were frightened by the Donghuan crowd surrounded for the first time, and I didn't know where to find a rotten wood buddha bead. Outside the bead was a dark red paint, pretending to be small leaf sandalwood, the patent skin had been rubbed off by the monk for a long time, becoming a series of speckled leaf sandalwood.

Likewise, the dressed white face, the monk smiled, silently read the scripture, while the group of people in front of him overwhelmed, and chased after Grace and Lady Cao.

This time, Dongzhu met along the way as if they were in the presence of a great enemy, and no one dared to go up to greet them.

Chang Gu nervously sent Gu Zheng to the merchant's house for the fragrance master. He looked carefully outside the door before closing the door. Chang Gu turned around: “Yi...”

Gu Zheng turned around and raised a finger to his mouth.

To look at his ears at the moment, he could not hear a thing unless he shouted in his ear.

The silence was all he had left to whisper, but he could tell by the airflow he was rapidly turning around when he closed the door that the child might want to talk to him and let him stop first.

Gu Zheng's special medicine was prescribed by a folk tall man who didn't know where to find it in the early 10 years of his life. Until then, he had been blind to his eyes and ears.

Old Master Iron Blood is half his life, stricter than discipline, is more strict than law son, he doesn't even know how to write the words "petition”, regardless of whether he can see or not, no matter how he feels in his heart, he should practice kung fu, iron puppet definitely not leave a face because of his ear and eyes inconvenience. That's not the Samurai sword puppet he used to play with - the Samurai sword puppet, though terribly long, was specially adjusted, and the trick was over, and the sword in his hand didn't hurt anyone.

The real Iron Puppet is a bunch of heartless Iron Animals. Who cares?

He has to go around them with a faint sight and hearing and the breeze that flows around him. No matter how young Gu Jiu tries, he will never keep up with what the old Marquis asked him to do. Every time he just adapts to a speed and power, he will be weighted up.

The old master said: “Otherwise you stand up, or you find a house beam to hang, Gu Jia would rather die than leave waste. ”

This sentence is like a cold steel nail. It was nailed into Gu Xiao's bone at a very young age. It could not be removed for life. Until the death of the old master, Gu Xiao entered the palace, and he did not dare to relax one day.

This ultimate sensation, which has been grinding together for years, has always helped him to cover up one or two on some occasions, which is why he does not wear a thick coat until it is too cold for the fetus to bear.

Because thick fox joe and swollen cotton coat can affect his senses.

Gu Zheng searched for a moment in the air and wrote on his wrist: “It was a Dong Zheng Ninja who just confronted you. Those people are very good at stealing chickens and touching dogs, and watch out for the ears on the wall. ”

With his head down, he couldn't help but grab Gu Zheng's hand, which was covered in thin cocoons, and then he threw out his chest for a long time, twisting his breath, and shook his head mockingly - Gu Zheng was always calm, scared half to death was always him.

Gu Zheng wondered, not knowing what he was sighing about. He turned over and “looked” at him. He picked a side brow.

He stared at him with a blindfold.

Gu Jiao touched his head along his arm and patted him on the head.

Changg closed his eyes and tried to rub it in his hand, so he hung on.

He took off Gu Zheng's hand and wrote: “The first time I saw such a battle with my father-in-law, I felt a little bottomless and a little scared. ”

What scared me the most was the moment the Dongxian flew the dart to Gu's chest.

Gu Jiao suddenly laughed as if he remembered something.

Changg: “What are you laughing at? ”

“I was too indulgent with you," Gu Zheng wrote in a dragonfly dance on his hand. "If I dared to say a word 'afraid’ in front of my father, I would have to take a plate. ”

"Why didn't you ever hit me on the board? ”

Instead of beating him up, even words are rare and never more than three sentences.

At first, he faced the Sword of the Samurai puppet with fear. He could not adapt. Nor did Gu Xiao ever show much disappointment or impatience. At intervals of more than a year, he remembered. He felt that it was not the eyes of a harsh predecessor who taught his younger generations. It was more like he was laughing and watching a child play clumsily.

Gu Jiao wrote: “The Dongxian people are very troublesome to start with. There are many tricks, but not many real masters. You see, his swivel darts are fierce. The trajectory is actually bent, just to see if I am really blind. The Dongxian people on this boat have nothing to fear. I am worried about their destination. ”

Merchant vessels have to travel slowly inland from the sea to the east from the channel between the sea and the canal, transporting live animals to the mainland of Donghuan via several checkpoints.

The spice ship must be accompanied by a perfumer who will present the samples examined at the inspection station, so no matter what the real purpose of these merchant ships is, there will always be a perfumer to cover his eyes.

After more than 10 days of boating, Ge Fatty's thief snuck into Gu's room: “Hou... Mr. Zhang, Brother Chang. ”

When he finished, he saw the blindfold on Grandpa Gu's face and muttered, “Forget he's deaf. ”

He said, starting to take things out of his arms, first two compasses, then a box of white steam that kept pouring out. This little fat man was amazing, his stomach seemed stretchable, shrinking to carry a lot of things in his arms, and taking them out... he didn't see him “lose weight” either.

Long G: “What is this? Still burning stuff in there? ”

"“ Hey, Purple Gold. ”

"Don't you think it's too hot? ”

Ge Fatty took off his clothes and saw a dark plate on his chest. It was used for insulation where the heavy armor was loaded with short guns. He cut it into a belly pocket. Ge Fatty Little stink patted his stomach with a shameless look: "Iron pocket! ”

Gu Xiao took off his blindfold, buckled up the glass mirror, and carefully gauged Ge Fatty's masterpiece. He was very obedient in his heart. He felt that these bear children usually didn't seem to understand shit and knew how to play. But when he was so young, he had the courage to leave the town and go back to the capital. Although there were no trenches in his chest, he must have had a lot of ideas.

Ge Fat elementary school learned to compare the sign language of the monk: “Who stipulates that only women can wear belly pockets? ”

Gu Zheng thumbs up - you're right.

Long g: “…”

The two compasses on the table were spinning towards each other, turning the donkey lips wrong horse mouth, Ge Fat Xiao glanced at them with a hint, gently kowtowing the table with his hands, compared to rowing a three - the compass had been in chaos for at least three days.

Gu Jiao is often out of the house. At first glance, Mr. Fengshui usually takes two compasses with him. If one of them fails, the other will know if the compass is broken or if there is a problem in the area. There are often places at sea or in the desert that can make the compass fail. Merchant boats generally avoid it. Instead of avoiding it, these Dongshui people deliberately drive inside, and the route has undoubtedly deviated from its intended destination.

“From the ground, to the artemisia”, what exactly does this “artemisia” mean?

Chubby Grace: “Luckily I brought this. ”

He said, opening the little box that had been steaming white, only to see that it was a very delicate little thing, there was a flying wheel in the middle, connected to a shaft, the outer ring had several turns of a golden circle, the corner engraved with a book “spirit”, it was actually produced by the spiritual pivot.

“This is the mold given by the Spirit Privy Council, and when it spins, this axis always points in one direction,” Ge Chuxiao reaches out a finger, "this is the one —— it's more accurate than the compass, it's just purple gold, the finished product is not out, I heard it was rejected, I and the master made one secretly, before coming to remove a bowl of purple gold from Brother's Samurai sword puppet. ”

Gu Zheng carefully reached out and held up this little thing. It was too sophisticated. He was afraid to touch it with his big hand. "If Shen Yi could see this thing, it would be enough for him to agree with each other. ”

His tongue made his chest tight.

Ge Chu Xiao picked out a map of sheepskin from somewhere, wrinkled on the table, his short fingers on the top of the row half, and finally landed on a little bit.

“In this direction, I followed Master Lan's reasoning that we were about to reach this place. ”