The night was dark and I was running around for days. Jiang Li was really tired. Seeing that the father and daughter of the Jun family had nothing to say except drinking water and tea, he covered his mouth and yawned, and forced himself to cheer up and said, "Master Jun, Miss Jun, it's late at night, let's take a break earlier. We will set off tomorrow morning."

Jun Weirui looked depressed in a flash. After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "It is to explain the matter of the day. I am afraid that the bandit will not stop easily. I want to discuss with Mr. Li to see if there is any way to do it once and for all."

Jun Qianzi immediately understood Jun Weirui's intention, and hurriedly made a sad expression, nodded repeatedly: "Ruier is really saying." He bowed to Jiang Li and said, "I would like to ask Mr. Li to help you."

Jiang Qi hurriedly stood up and returned the greeting, and said calmly: "I don't have a solution once and for all. With my own strength, it is impossible to suppress the bandits. I have thought about this. I will set off tomorrow and I will take two guards to ride horses behind to watch, and the rest will explore the way forward, and Master Jun, just protect Miss Jun."

Jun Qianzi nodded and said aloud: "It's so good, so good. When I return to Yangzhou City, I will do my best to help you. Please ask the sage Scutellar Baicalensis to treat the water girl."

Jun Weirui also nodded, with a pair of bright autumn eyes slightly affectionate.

After the two left, the room suddenly became silent, the candlelight swayed quietly, the charcoal fire in the charcoal basin burned red, and the warmth spread silently in the room.

Luo Kui seemed to be asleep, her low breathing sound came faintly, her eyelashes moved slightly, casting a faint mist on her white and jade-like face.

Jiang Qi smiled and quipped softly: "Little Demonic, you should eat less, and I will not be able to carry you."

Luo Kui immediately opened her eyes and gritted her teeth and cursed: "If you hadn't caught me, I would have been fatter."

The room was silent, and the candlelight was shaking slightly. After hearing this, Jiang Qi felt a little regretful. If she had not captured her, what would be like now? If she had arrested her, she would immediately take her back to Tianyi Sect instead of waiting for Su Lingquan to come to the door half-covered on the road, what would be like now? He laughed silently. If she really took her to Tianyi Sect, she would have died long ago with the nearly 100 disciples of Tianyi Sect who died at her hands back then.

He couldn't help but feel a little secretly glad, glad that he had not taken her back, and his eyes were patrolling her face for a moment, but if he hadn't caught her, she wouldn't have fallen into the current death. He poured a cup of tea and handed it over, and said worriedly: "Little demon, when you arrive in Yangzhou, what should you do if the Holy Hand Huang Jian refuses to save you?"

The candlelight shook violently, as if Luo Kui's heart was thrusting. She knew the nature of the Holy Hand Scutellar Huangqin and had offended him hard. A few years ago, he insisted on refusing to save a dying person. He had demolished his seclusion, lit his house, and drove him out, and then he moved to Yangzhou. Now, his half-dead appearance fell into his hands. It is natural for him not to save him, and it is unexpected that he would not torture him hard.

Luo Kui stared at her eyes and smiled sinisterly: "If someone refuses to save me, I can't force me. Then, just beat me to death. If someone is my companion, I can feel at ease if I die."

Jiang Li's face darkened, and he grabbed Luo Kui's hand with a firm look, but a little mist appeared in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "If he refuses to save you, I will fight to the death."

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He will fight until he is willing to save you."

"If he would rather die than die." Luo Kui raised her eyes and chuckled. She had done this before, but she still didn't help but watch the man die. She could only watch the man die. Only then did she burn the house in anger.

Jiang Li's cheek twitched, biting his back teeth so much that it hurts: "He is not the only one in the world. Some of them can save people. I will beat him to death and take you to find others to save you. You can always find them at the ends of the world."

Luo Kui's mind suddenly rippled, and a smell of fishy sweetness surged in her throat. Her face suddenly turned pale, and blood flowed down the corners of her lips.

Jiang Qi was shocked and hurriedly supported her, wiped the blood on her lips, and said in a panic: "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly vomit blood again? Kui'er, what are you doing, what do you think."

Luo Kui's heart was thrust hard, and he slowly raised his head and looked at him. His breath was mixed with a strong smell of blood. He said weakly and gently: "Jiang Li, what are you calling me?"

Jiang Qi was stunned. He felt ruthless and said to his lips with a trembling trembling: "At that time, Su Lingquan could rebel from the Fu Blood Sect for Cheng Chaoyan, I could, and I could also leave Tianyi Sect from now on. I am not afraid of endless pursuit of bloodthirsty Taoism, nor are I afraid of the spitting of Zhengyang Taoism from generation to generation."

Luo Kui's eyes suddenly turned black, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, followed by the surging blood. She burst into tears and blocked her mouth with a handkerchief. The blood was exposed from the gaps in her fingers, dripping onto the ground and seeped into the ground along the gaps in the blue bricks. She shook her head repeatedly and said with difficulty: "Jiang Li, shut up, shut up, enter Yangzhou City, you can send me to the Fuxue Sect Branch. My people will do the rest."

Jiang Li hugged Luo Kui tightly, and the blood filled him with all over his body. He swallowed even more: "Okay, I won't say anything, little witch, I won't say anything. Don't worry, I will definitely send you to Scutellaria baicalensis and ask him to treat you."

Immediately, Jiang Li gently let go of her, twisted a warm veil, and wiped the blood on her face clean.

Luo Kui closed her eyes slightly. She knew clearly that she was too weak at the moment and must not be too rippling. Otherwise, if she vomited blood like this, she would not have been able to wait to see the Holy Hand Scutellar Huang. She sighed quietly and closed her eyes and said softly: "Jiang Li, I just pretend that I have never heard of those words. You just pretend that you have never said them. From now on, I will rot in my stomach. After this, you can walk on your Yangguan Road, I will pass my single-plank bridge, and you and I will never have any connection."

Jiang Li paused his hand slightly, and said softly without looking back: "Okay, it's up to you."

That night, the snow fell again, and it was soaring that it shone brightly, turning the window paper into white. The snowflakes were in the wind, and the dead branches were piled up on the eaves, pressing the overwhelmed branches down. Finally, with a click, the dead branches broke on the ground. The two lanterns picked out of the window radiated a dim light in the snowy night. The cold wind was cold and the snowflakes flew. The two shimmer lights flashed like two ghost eyes, staring at everything around them.

The candlelight swayed this night, and she tossed and turned that night. Luo Kui stared at the flowers on the top of the curtain without even blinking her eyes until the sky was dawn. She slowly closed her eyes and couldn't hide her sleepy deep sleep.

However, Jiang Li couldn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned for a long time. He heard Luo Kui's low and even breathing until she had fallen asleep. He turned over and sat up, tiptoed to the bed

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When he sighed quietly, he left Yangzhou and then left Luo Kui one step away. On the day of his injury, he was parting.

Jiang Li suddenly felt a pain in his heart, but then he held the corner of his lips and smiled mockingly. So what if he parted, who can stop him as long as he wants to see him?

When the snow, which had been going down and going down for two days, finally stopped again. The sun poked out from the clouds and set a light edge on the dark sky. The cold and chilly sunlight gently sprinkled towards Yangzhou City.

At the canal wharf in Yangzhou City, the weather is cold and the canal is still flowing, without any ice. The cargo ships in the canal are still bustling and lively. The ships come and go from head to tail, and they slightly rippled with the waves. These ships were extremely dripping and were obviously loaded with extremely heavy cargo.

In this Yangzhou city, the most profitable business is the salt industry, and the most valuable item is the salt bag, and these ships are loaded with these valuable items.

There was noisy voice on the dock. Today is the day when Duanmu Trading, the largest salt merchant in the city, unloaded goods. The subordinates of the trough gang were out of their nests. Some were unloading goods on the boat, and some were hunched over, stacking sack salt bags on their shoulders and carrying them to the trough garrisons. The remaining few who had some status in the trough gang stood in the cold wind.

Not far away, a man in brocade clothes stood. He was not very old, but his jaw had a long beard. The beard was black and shiny, and was well maintained. He swayed and undulated slightly in the wind. He stood a man who looked like a housekeeper standing beside him, holding the account book in one hand and holding the jade tube purple hair in the other hand, and the hand was frozen purple and red. He was blown into several bloody holes by the cold wind. He was slashing on the account book as he spoke.

The man in brocade nodded repeatedly, and the corner of his cloak was lifted by the cold wind. He felt a sense of powerlessness without anger. Seeing that the goods on the ship were getting less and everything was as smooth as usual, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The man in brocade clothes was Duanmu Guangping, the fourth-generation head of the Duanmu family. He was in charge of the clan for many years and did not have to do everything himself. But now Wan Tong is in Jingzhou Chacha Mining, which has been upside down. He heard that he would arrive in Yangzhou Chacha Salt Industry soon. The salt industry was related to the rise and fall of the Duanmu family, forcing him to get up and come to the dock in person. Until he saw the last bag of salt being carried onto the carriage, he dusted the salt grains that were accidentally stained on his sleeves, and patrolled the dock with his eyes: "Let's go, go home."

A carriage with red sandalwood, stone and green curtains were waiting on the dock. When Duanmu Guangping walked over steadily, he didn't even shake his long beards in his jaw during his movements. One servant hurriedly reached out to hit the curtain, while the other bearded and knelt on the ground, acting as a footstool.

Duanmu Guangping held the hands of his left and right followers, stepped on the servant's back, and got into the car.

The two thick gates of Yangzhou City creaked slowly. The city was filled with tenderness and tenderness soaked in rouge and water, and the prosperity and prosperity that accompanied the canal. As soon as the gate opened, the people gathered outside the city stretched their necks and looked into the city from outside. They saw that the city was white and quiet, with only a few elderly women holding brooms to sweep the snow on the streets. The rustling sound circling over the sky and spread far away.

The four knives at the city gate were separated. I thought they didn't sleep well last night, but today they were all depressed and slackened in checking the people entering the city. When they met those carrying loads and pushing the cart, they only opened them and glanced at them, and impatiently took more or less scattered silver, waved their hand and let them go.
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