As a martial arts master in the upper realm of thought, he is already standing at the pinnacle of the entire continent, love, hatred, hatred, life and death are just the floating clouds on the top of the mountain, no matter how wind and rain you drift, the blizzard and the cold wind, the mountain is still a mountain, neither increasing nor decreasing, and there is no wave in the ancient well.

A thought can be the same as heaven and earth, so it is called the state of thought.

The sound of the No. 4 courtyard of the first class was endless, Chunya showed a large snow-white back, her toes danced with the beat of the musician, and the long water sleeves were like two beautiful tongues twitching in the ears of the girl in the brocade robe.

After the dance, after the dancing girl retreated into the account, her blushing face was matched with a slightly heavy breathing, her clothes were already thin, and the sweat stuck to Chunya's body, perfectly highlighting the lines of youth.

Hanzi hooked her fingers, Chunya turned around and went to the cabinet on the side to take out an eyepatch made of snow dove tail feathers and put it on it, poured another pot of Mianyue Pavilion's most famous cheering wine, knelt on the ground and moved her knees to Hanzi's calves, fed the wine to Hanzi's lips with one hand, and the other green hand continued to move up along Hanzi's calves.

The pure black blindfold is inlaid with fine snow jade of refraction, and is full of colorful snow dove tail feathers, covering most of Chunya's goose egg face, which is more mysterious and attractive. The two looming towers are within reach, and the restless little hand is about to reach the most sensitive part of the child.

Hanzi sat on the soft couch, leaning back, the wine wet his beard, and Chunya's body fragrance was mixed with a little smell of sweat, impacting Hanzi's most primitive and thorough desire.

Hanzi's body suddenly straightened up, and he grabbed Chunya's slippery little hand violently, as if he was listening.

Chunya knelt on the ground, thinking that Hanzi was going to eat herself, and whispered to Hanzi half-painfully and half-delicately: "Please also ask Gongzi to have mercy on the little slave." ”

Without waiting for Hanzi's further movements, her little hand was still in Hanzi's hand, Chunya secretly glanced at Hanzi, and saw that Hanzi still kept listening, nodding from time to time.

Chunya said in her heart, this kid is really sick, if it weren't for the money, who would want to serve such an unattractive inlandman.

"How do you stop, go on." At this time, Chunya was still coiling her little thoughts, and Hanzi dragged Chunya's chin with two fingers, and changed back to her original posture.

Ding Yang withdrew the true qi of the No. 4 courtyard of the first rank, the true qi is the second pair of eyes of the martial artist, although he did not come in person, it is clearer than what he sees with his eyes, and he can even see it......

Ding Yang relied on his identity and cultivated to the realm of thought to be on the camera, but it was not used for voyeurism.

It's just that a guard was set up on the periphery of the courtyard with a true qi ring from afar, and he couldn't escape if he wanted to, and he would be arrested tomorrow to inquire.

Aotougou fine gorge.

Pu Cao and Su Zizhong sat back to back.

Pu Cao will carefully tie his boots, and Su Zizhong will wipe his sword.

Inland shoes will fall off the line after a few days on the soft meadows, and after the grass comes to the snowy mountains, they change into loose leather boots. The leather boots of the Great Snow Mountain are made of whole animal skin, don't look hairy, warm, lightweight, and resistant to dirt.

At first, Pucao was very unaccustomed to it, and always felt that his feet were not suitable in the leather boots, so Su Zizhong taught him to soak the new boots with snow flame wine, and it was really much tighter, and the smell of his feet was smaller.

Pu Cao also wanted to find something else to do, but Su Zizhong's team had assigned tasks to each other, so he and Su Zizhong were idlers. If you want to fight, there is not so much gossip to talk about, only the strap of the boots is loose and tight, tight and loose.

"Childe, here!" Cotton Tree shouted from above.

Su Zizhong hurriedly arranged for someone to lead the horse to a high place, and when he got to the edge of the ditch, Pu Cao saw more than 20 Muguo reprimands in the distance running in embarrassment, without any formation at all, many people were still injured on their bodies and mounts, and the slow rebuke horses were shot off their horses by the relentless Gaojiabao burgers, rolling and wailing on the meadow.

No one would take a second look, and the sergeants flicked their whips high and hit the horse's hips hard, frantically squeezing the last bit of horsepower. As long as you cross the Aotou ditch and run for a quarter of an hour, you can find the rangers near the camp of the United Army.

For the Mukuni Rebuke, hope is in front of him, and after crossing this ditch, he can live. All you need to do is run faster than your comrades behind you, and those who lag behind will hold the fort back and buy a little more time to escape.

The fate of those who lag behind is already doomed, and this is the truest face of war.

"Cut them open and give a few to Zhu Youzhi." Su Zizhong controlled the horse and greeted him.

Seeing that Sujiabao had already engaged, the forts of Gaojiabao only left a few breaks, and the rest all turned back, and they had to drive the next group of repulsors here.

The burghers of Sujiabao shouted loudly on their horses, just as the snow dogs disturbed the snow hare every time Pucao went to hunt the snow hare.

Seeing that someone was blocking the way home, Mu Qi hurriedly steered his horse and turned around, and scattered even more chaotically.

Su Zizhong took the lead, caught up with the nearest cavalryman, and cut half of the cavalryman's body with a sword.

The horseman stood up, screamed in mourning, and fell straight to the ground with half of the horseman's body hanging from the stirrups.

In the coming year, the grass here should be greener and fatter.

The sword in Su Zizhong's hand was retracted and thrown at a scrub who was lying on the horse, the iron helmet of the scrub had long been crooked, the bright helmet was pressed on the horse's mane indiscriminately, and the mouth and nose of the war horse had spewed out a large amount of white foam, and the high-speed escape overwhelmed the war horse.

The long sword was stuck in the neck of the war horse, and the horse's head tilted several times and planted on the ground, and there was a sound of broken bones. The scout was led by the horse and rolled around the meadow several times, and was smashed into an inhuman shape, and before he could utter a full cry of pain, he was burred in his throat.

The one-sided fighting continues.

Sujiabao's war horse has just rested in the fine gorge, much faster than the war horse of the reprimand, the forts are also very experienced, only with the rebuke of the cavalry, can kill the kill, can not kill the bite of the bite, to be reprimanded to ride the horse can not run, and then step forward to make up for a few knives.

The repulsion was originally chased in fear, and only thought about escaping for his life, and there were very few who rode horses to fight against the burghers, all of whom were paid as soldiers, and no one was willing to sacrifice their lives to buy time for others.

"Pucao, why are you stunned!" Su Zizhong was afraid that Pucao would make a mistake, so he killed two Muslims and looked for Pucao in all directions.

Not far away, Pucao's horse's head was side by side with a young horse's head, and Pucao was running desperately with a knife.

"Cut!" If Su Zizhong was in Pucao's position, he would have beheaded the young rebuke a long time ago, but Pucao and the young rebuke were like awkward lovers, one running and the other chasing. If you replace the twisted chief in Pucao's hand with flowers, it can't be said to be more like it.

Pu Cao was a little dazed, and subconsciously rushed to slash the skewer chief at the back of the young reprimand, and the knife grazed the tail of the rebuke's horse, and fell into the air.

"Bump him!" Su Zizhong was in a hurry, if he usually pulled Pucao off the horse and got on it himself, but Pucao was some distance away from him, and the whip was out of reach.

The horse ran out of a large section of the horse desperately, Pucao equestrian was not good, Su Zizhong let him hit, he hurriedly controlled the horse in a circle and wanted to continue to catch up, this delay was left behind.

A knife wind whimpered behind his ears, Pu Cao couldn't dodge, and seeing that he was about to be killed by the Mu Jun reprimands who fled from behind, Su Zizhong's sword threw out, so he had to jump high from his horse, pounce on Pu Cao's body, and deflect Pu Cao's body, which was worthy of dodging a fatal knife.

"Ahh Su Zizhong screamed bitterly.

"Ahhh This sound came from behind him, and the lasso thrown out by the blue kite was precisely put on the neck of the Muguo reprimand, pulling the sword-wielding soldier off the horse and dragging it on the ground.

Fortunately, Su Zizhong's cultivation was not bad, and he rescued Pu Cao in a hurry, and twisted his body with all his strength to pass the vital point, but he was stabbed in his right arm.

The two rode together, and Su Zizhong was so pained that he breathed in the cold. Before leaving, Su Zizhong was wearing a half-body armor, which could only protect his chest and back, and there was no nail leaf on his arm to cover him, so he was stabbed raw.

Pu Cao wanted to rein in the horse to check Su Zizhong's injury, Su Zizhong pinched the horse's belly and roared angrily: "If the battle is not over, stop what, you can't die!" You think it's a snow hare! ”

After passing a deserted war horse, Su Zizhong jumped out, landed firmly on the horse's back, and chased after him again.

Pu Cao saw that Su Zizhong's arm was already red.

The green willow patted the horse past the grass and said coldly, "If something happens to the son, I will chop you into meat sauce." ”

The fighting came and went quickly, except for the deliberate release of a few friendly soldiers left to Zhu Youzhi in order to reduce casualties, none of the forts brought out by Su Jiabao were injured, and Su Zizhong was the only one injured.

If it weren't for Pu Cao's distraction, with Su Zizhong's skills, and twice as many of the friendly army, Su Zizhong would not have been hurt at all.

The burghers cleaned up the battlefield and moved the corpses of the Allies and horses into the gorge, otherwise the follow-up Allies would have bypassed it early, and the meadow was flat and vast, and it would take a lot of effort to stop it.

Hongmian was bandaging Su Zizhong's wounds, Pu Cao walked to Su Zizhong's side and whispered, "I'm sorry, I caused you trouble." ”

"Sisters, brothers say this!" Su Zizhong endured the pain and stretched out his left hand.

Pucao stretched out her right hand and struck at it.

"It's the second time, Su Zizhong, you're not done." Pu Cao high-fived Su Zizhong last time, and it didn't hurt much when he was thrown into the river, but this time he was picked up and thrown to the ground again.

"Bah, bah, bah," Pucao spat out the grass residue in her mouth.

Only this time, Pu Cao did not scold the most widely circulated foul sentence in more than three episodes.

Pu Cao fart ran over, found out the gold sore medicine that Mr. Jin configured and handed it to the red cotton, although the red cotton was angry that the pu grass hurt his son-in-law, but the effect of the gold sore medicine is obvious to all, before coming back from Luoling, if there is a little injury, it can scab the next day.

The red cotton tree is not good to beat the grass out of gas, sprinkle the gas on the gold sore medicine, and pour most of the bottle vigorously. "Ouch, most of this hand was sprinkled with a shake, and I don't know if Master Ji is distressed or not."

Pu Cao didn't hear the weird tone of the red cotton yin and yang, and said with a smile: "Don't feel distressed, don't feel distressed, the cotton girl just cares." ”

Hongmian tied up Su Zizhong's mouth and went to join Luliu and the others, the second group of deserters came over at some point, and there were people watching them in all directions.

"Pucao, don't you think it's cruel, either you die, or I live, such a good opportunity, why don't you cut it down. Hiss--- help me carry the strap on my arm to my neck. Su Zizhong planned to hang his right arm around his neck, and it hurt when he touched it.

Pu Cao tied the strap and didn't dare to look at Su Zizhong's eyes, "Su Zizhong, my mind was blank at the time, I really couldn't do it." ”

"I remember you said that when Mr. Huo and Mr. Jin are old, you will serve them. You also said that when the porter Lao Li can't walk, you will take over his shift and stew meat and cook wine for him, if you die today, who will do these things? ”

"You came all the way to the Great Snow Mountain just to survive. Are you willing to die in the great meadow? ”

"I'll ask you again, if I die because of you, will you live in guilt for the rest of your life."

"There are many things that others will never teach, you have to remember that only by living can you have a future."

"Pucao, I hope we can all live well. Whether we face the Sea of Fire and Sword Mountain, or the Infernal Hell, as long as we adhere to the belief of living, then fuck it, and then slash a sword! ”

Su Zizhong hugged Pucao with one hand.

Pucao was silent.

War is the fastest way for a man to grow, and in the next few waves of battles, Pu Cao did not hesitate to kill four people with six knives.

The boy covered in black blood still vomited at the broken corpse, and the other boy hung his arms around him, standing up straight, like a mountain, looking up at the eagle flapping its wings in the sky.

I'm going to live, for the sake of those who want me to live better.