Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

The two choices given by Feng Da are not vicious:

Disfigured, or separated from his lover?

What's even more absurd is that when Feng Da threw out this fatal problem, the onlookers were actually excited.

Standing in the crowd, Cheng Ling listened to Weng Xian who was beside him introduce her: "That's Feng Da, the second son of Uncle Zhongyi. His eldest son died when he fought against the Qiang ten years ago. Very out of tune."

"Those are the two gentlemen of the Murong family of Hou Yi, the eldest gentleman, Murong Shan, and the young gentleman... Hey, this young gentleman is usually rare."

Having said this, Weng Xian suddenly stopped talking.

Because a strange cry suddenly sounded all around, Weng Xian felt a little embarrassed when he pointed again.

After all, he is a serious official of the imperial court, so he needs to save face, and he can't be like a hyena when he sees fishy smell like some idlers.

In the crowd, some excitedly tapped their hands, and some shouted: "Okay! This kind of choice is the real problem. Feng Shizi is really talented!"

Watching beauties doing fatal problems is much more interesting than watching singing and dancing on a boat.

Although singing and dancing are beautiful, they are often worth watching. It is not unusual for a long time, so how can it be more interesting than the tricky topic in front of you?

Beauty has been like a famous general since ancient times, and the world is not allowed to see gray hair.

Even if it is just natural aging, it is often an unacceptable pain for a beautiful woman, let alone destroying her appearance in an instant?

What's more, if someone like Rou Niang loses her beauty, it means she loses the foundation of her life!

Want to self-destruct?

This question is not difficult to choose, almost no beauty is willing to disfigure her face, but the situation in front of her is different.

After all, priceless treasures are easy to get, but lovers are hard to find.

At the time when Murong Shujian and Rou Niang were deeply in love, he was even ready to redeem her body for Rou Niang. If Rou Niang chooses to leave him at this moment, then she will lose not only Murong Shujian This person still has a bright life that should have been visible.

The procrastination of scholars can still be released, but the procrastination of women cannot be released!

Can Rou Niang let go of this relationship?

Someone beside him made a fuss: "It's just a man. If you don't see it, you won't see it. Rou Niang is so beautiful. Without him, there are still a lot of men in this garden for you to choose from!"

"Hahaha, that's right! This little white face looks so weak that he doesn't seem to be responsible. How can it be good to follow him? It's better to save your appearance, brother loves you... Hahaha!"

"Hey, don't say that, this young man is also beautiful, after all, sisters love to be pretty, maybe people also fancy the young man's beauty?"

"Hahaha, does the little lady of Ten Miles of Spring Breeze love to be pretty?"

"..."

A sound, not like a joke, but like a devil's voice, breaking people's hearts.

Murong Shujian's face turned red and then turned pale, turned pale and turned blue.

He sat on the ground and hugged Rou Niang, raised his head and looked around, trying to find someone who could help him.

But these people around him, either they were with Feng Da, or they were watching the fun with malicious intent, who would really be willing to help him, and who could help him?

Including his elder brother, Murong Shan.

Murong Shan was standing not far behind Feng Da at the moment, with his arms crossed, looking indifferently.

When Murong Shujian met his eyes, for a moment, a chill came from his heart. But the next moment, Murong Shan's expression changed again.

As if Murong Shujian was just dazzled just now, Murong Shan took a slight step forward, bent over to look at Murong Shujian on the ground, his eyes seemed to soften again.

Murong Shujian couldn't help feeling a faint hope rising in his heart, he opened his mouth and begged, "Brother, save Rouniang."

"Alas." Murong Shan sighed, and looked at Murong Shu Jiandao with pitiful eyes, "Little Yanger, Feng Er has a noble title, if he commits a crime, he should be exiled. Ji, what if he was beaten to death on the spot?"

Murong Shujian's whole body trembled immediately, he hugged Rou Niang tightly, at a loss for what to do.

"Di Yang" is Murong Shujian's nickname, because he was weak since he was a child, and his family believed in a humble name to support him, so sometimes his family called him puppy, and sometimes Yang'er.

Murong Shan called Yang'er affectionately, and said: "Actually, it's not difficult to choose. You do it yourself, draw a mark for Rou Niang, and take her back later. In this way, Feng Er can calm down, and you, even if you Rou Niang has a scar on her face, don't tell me you won't love her anymore?"

This remark is quite logical.

There seemed to be light in Murong Shujian's dark eyes. He opened his eyes wide, lowered his head again, and repeated, "Yes, will I never love Rou Niang anymore? No! No, I will I will love her twice, treat her well, and never let her down!"

Murong Shujian finally found a way out of a huge problem, and he was like a headless fly finally finding its way, and said happily to the girl in his arms: "Your girl, that's great, we There is a solution!"

As he spoke, he reached for his waist and fumbled.

After touching for a while, Murong Shujian was stunned again. He didn't bring a knife today.

Murong Shujian's joy froze on his face. At this moment, he heard a bang, and a sword-shaped dagger was thrown over, and landed beside Murong Shujian with a crisp sound.

It was Feng Da, he threw the dagger in his hand.

Murong Shujian raised his head, and Feng Da showed a malicious smile on his face: "That's right, we little bitches are not idiots, good brother, don't be afraid without a knife, brother has a dagger here."

Murong Shujian quickly picked up the dagger on the ground, and tremblingly said to Rou Niang in his arms: "Okay, Rou Niang, that's great, this thing is sharp. Rou Niang, don't be afraid, I just scratch it. Turn around I will marry you home, and I will treat you well for the rest of my life."

Rou Niang, who had been silent for a long time, finally raised her head at this moment, she looked at Murong Shujian, and said sadly: "Rong Lang, your face is fading and you love him, if my family ruins your face, will you really treat me again?" ?”

This question is so quintessential, Murong Shujian was stunned for a moment when asked, but soon, he replied affirmatively: "I will, Rou Niang, trust me!"

Rou Niang said, "Okay, I believe you."

After finishing speaking, she closed her eyes slightly, raised her smooth and beautiful face, and pretended to be waiting to be killed.

She was so gentle, she didn't fight against her own destiny, which was beyond the expectations of the onlookers.

At this time, the crowd could not help but let out a disappointed sigh, the spectators were actually regretting that the excitement was not exciting enough.

Cheng Ling frowned slightly, looking at the scene in front of him, an indescribable depression clogged his chest.

Murong Shujian, who was sitting on the ground, held the dagger and was about to pull the dagger out of its scabbard. But after continuing to move for quite a while, for some unknown reason, the dagger couldn't be pulled out.

He raised his head hastily again, and cast his eyes on Feng Da for help.

Feng Da raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, the mouse can't pull out the sword?"

Murong Shujian said at a loss: "Yes, Second Brother Feng, what should I do?"

This is so interesting, Feng Da enjoys Murong Shujian's expression at the moment. I saw that this boy was born like a handful of light snow in the wind. When he raised his beautiful neck and pleaded with his eyes, he was like a god-man made of crystal who fell to the mortal world.

It really makes people want to break it...

In fact, he is even more beautiful than Rou Niang!

Feng Da gave a wicked laugh, then walked forward, knelt down and said, "Don't be afraid if you can't pull it out, Shujian is a good boy, call Second Brother Feng, and Second Brother will help you pull it out."

His left palm was still stained with blood, and when he squatted in front of Murong Shujian, the smell of blood mixed with the smell of alcohol, with the evil eyes of billowing mist, like an evil spirit that had sneaked into the world.

Murong Shujian lowered his eyelids slightly, his long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings. He shrank back a little timidly, and then turned the dagger upside down, so that the scabbard faced Feng Da.

Feng Da stretched out his hand to hold the scabbard, and said with some strength, "Why? Don't you call me second brother? Call me, second brother will help you draw your sword."

Murong Shujian said softly, "Second Brother."

Before the sound fell completely, the dagger was already out of its sheath.

choke!

A cold light flashed, Murong Shujian drew out his dagger, stabbed straight, poof! Into the meat instantly. Taking advantage of the sneak attack, Murong Shujian's stab was actually successful!

How could Feng Da's portable dagger not be sharp?

If it wasn't for the breast shield that he was wearing next to his chest, Feng Da would have died on the spot with this stab.

But even if he was blocked by the heart guard and the dagger stabbed sideways, Feng Da was still seriously injured by this blow, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Pfft! You..."

Feng Da pointed at Murong Shujian.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Murong Shujian's pale and pitiful face became distorted and crazy at this moment, but his tone was flustered again: "Second brother, don't blame me, I can't hurt Rou Niang, I know, if I really scratch her face, She will definitely die! Second brother, blame me, don't blame Rou Niang..."

This long series of words was quickly spit out by him, and at the same time, he reached out to slap the dagger on Feng Da's body.

He is... still wanting to draw the dagger and stab again?

In the blink of an eye, Feng Da, who was seriously injured, erupted with the tenacious vitality of a fierce beast.

"Damn you!" Feng Da spat out these three words between his teeth. He pushed Murong Shujian away, covered the dagger stuck in his chest with one hand, stood up and kicked Murong Shujian violently!

"Ahhhhhh—"

There were constant screams all around, Rou Niang called out sadly: "Rong Lang!"

Murong Shujian was already weak and sick, how could he withstand Feng Da's kick?

In the distance, the bustard of Shili Chunfeng hurriedly shouted with his guards: "Feng Shizi, be merciful!"

But they were too far away to be rescued. Or maybe, they didn't dare to rescue them at all—who wants to mix up the grievances of the nobles?

Murong Shujian's eyes were wide open, his heart was beating wildly, and there was a bit of distorted pain on the verge of death.

Feng Da's feet were about to fall on him, and at the very moment, a blue shadow flashed past.

Murong Shujian only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the next moment, his body floated up.

Someone embraced him like a clump of fluffy catkins, and instantly turned back from where he was.

It was Cheng Ling who made the move!