"Hey, these three boys are really lucky, they are so taken care of by the master of the village!"

"yes, I've been here for nearly ten years, and I'm ruined here!"

"Ha, don't be delusional when you're so old!"

"Who said no, it can only be that people have caught up with the good times, especially the black-faced one, just a few days ago, he got the vote, I have to say that this person is more popular than the dead!"

"Phew!"

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For a while, the entire Ninth Shed Patrol Cottage seemed to have exploded into a pot, and some of these words were clearly transmitted to his ears, which couldn't help but make Jing Chong's heart move.

In this way, compared to these many patrol cottage brothers and uncles who have waited hard and wasted their endless youth, he is indeed much luckier, and unconsciously, even the pain of losing the steel knife yesterday is nothing compared to this.

The more Jing Chong thought about it, the more frank he became, and in the end, a smile slowly appeared on his tense face.

"Let's go, don't delay, I'll take the three of you to the Art Teaching Hall!" After staying for a while, Mao Dahu Huo Ran got up and took a step, he estimated that the time for the Teaching Art Hall to meet the disciples was almost over, and then he shouted at Jing Chong and the three people beside him.

Facing Mao Dahu's gesture, the three of them naturally followed, and in the expectant attention, they stayed away from the ninth shed patrol cottage that had been with them for several days.

Although it was only a short place to stop, this still made Jing Chong feel endless emotion when he left, No matter what, he is still a member of the patrol cottage after all, no matter what time it is, he must not forget the expectations of the owner of the village.

Thinking of this, he looked back at the gate behind him with deep meaning, gritted his teeth, and turned around with great strides, drowning in the winding mountain road.

Teaching the art hall, the core of the forces in the outer village of the blood knife village, here is not only a place to cultivate the generals in the village, but also a place to provide a steady stream of fresh blood for the legendary inner village, but all the children who enter here are all with the intention of making contributions, so most of the people who can enter the teaching hall are also some different people.

Moreover, the requirements for accepting disciples in the Teach Art Hall are also extremely harsh, under normal circumstances, minors under the age of eighteen are required, and they must be real disciples who have killed people to be eligible to sign up.

Not only that, but the requirements for talent and physique are also very strict to enter the art hall, even if you have reported your name, or have passed the review of a disciple recommended by a certain leader of the village, you also need to pass the talent and physique.

And Jing Chong and the three of them are no exception, although they were beaten by Mao Dahu this time, but whether they can really enter the art hall smoothly is still unknown, so while the three of them are constantly excited, they are more worried about the future.

Fortunately, the art hall is not very far from the ninth shed patrol cottage, walk out of the patrol cottage gate, go straight up along the mountain road of Qurao, cross the main peak area where the second village master is located, and enter the middle peak.

In fact, strictly speaking, the middle peak of Langya Mountain is where Jiang Yunian, the master of the upper three villages, commanded tens of thousands of soldiers, but the middle peak is vast and immense, and its scope is also incomparably larger than other peaks, so the teaching hall will be located here.

In fact, doing so also has the opportunity for the disciples in the hall to better contact the Iron Soldiers of the Blood Sword Village.

Following the footsteps of Mao Dahu, several people walked very fast, dozens of miles away, it took half a day's kung fu to arrive, came to the feet of the center, the first thing that caught the eye was the open military training ground, the weapons shelves on the wide field were displayed, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, all kinds of stone locks, benches, and equipment for practicing martial arts.

Such a picture looks majestic, which undoubtedly opened the eyes of Jing Chong, a child from the mountains.

Not only that, but even Nie Haiyuan and Zou Cang, who had lived in this huge Blood Sword Village for several years, all showed surprise, after all, they were only the most inferior minions, where could they have the opportunity to enter this vast three-foot forbidden land?

If it weren't for the great grace of the master of the village this time, they probably wouldn't want to enter this direction for the rest of their lives.

But even so, under the leadership of Mao Dahu, they didn't dare to stay too long, so they walked along the road under their feet towards the back mountain of the middle peak.

Bypassing the military garrison in front, several people also entered a quiet environment one after another, and there were few sparse crowds, but there were some familiar people, but most of these people were just familiar with Mao Dahu, so along the way, Mao Dahu was just greeting him.

But as he walked, he really came into sight of a familiar figure, tall figure, green shirt and cloth, looking at his age in his forties, although his age does not look small, but at a glance you can see an extraordinary temperament from his body, and there is still a bit of evil spirit hidden between the eyebrows and trees.

Although it was only a one-sided relationship, Jing Chong was still clearly engraved in his mind, this person was the one he met in the courtyard called "Captain Zhai" when he went to Qinggong Hall under the leadership of Qiao Shan the day before yesterday.

I still remember the other party's eyes at the beginning, it was very unpleasant, and even Qiao Shan, who has always been as steady as a mountain, didn't want to talk too much with him, so Jing Chong was particularly impressed.

At this time, Captain Zhai was holding a young girl wearing an apricot yellow gauze skirt by his side, the girl was not very old, and she looked like she was the same age as Jing Chong and Nie Haiyuan, with fair skin, round face, and a pair of bright eyes, narrow and introverted, but she revealed a touch of squeamishness for no reason, and it could be seen at a glance that this girl was a pampered child with a proud mind.

The woman's back was carrying a large red package, and the package was bulging with something stuffed, but the only black knife-handle-like thing that was exposed quickly attracted Jing Chong's attention.

There was an inexplicable rush in his heart, he hurriedly followed a few steps in a vain attempt to see the truth, but he never got the way he wanted to see the original appearance, and after not confirming whether the thing in the other party's package was really a steel knife, Jing Chong's nervous heart gradually calmed down.

Because he didn't see the thief's appearance and figure clearly when he lost the knife, he didn't dare to speculate so wildly, but he had no choice but to wait and see the changes and look at the girl in front of him as much as possible.

As the footsteps continued to approach, Captain Zhai, who had always been at the forefront, also felt the sound of approaching footsteps behind him, and turned back very naturally, when he saw the four figures in his eyes, he gasped very obviously, but he was always restrained and hid it as soon as possible, but he also took the initiative to meet Mao Dahu and walked up.

"Hey, isn't this the owner of the Mao Village who patrols the cottage in the ninth shed?

As soon as this sentence came, it immediately woke up Mao Dahu, who was striding forward, and slowly raised his head, and looked at it for a long time before searching for the figure of the person in front of him in his mind, and after some confirmation, a smile slowly appeared on his rough face.

"Oh, it turned out that the master of the four villages sat down and sat down to carry the weight of Zhai Hu An Zhai Captain, where do you want to go?"

A fist hug is considered a return of the courtesy, Mao Dahupi said lightly with a smile.

"Hey, the little girl is also of age, I have been instructed by the master of the four villages, and I will take the little girl to the art hall to practice martial arts, and in time, it will be better for the Blood Knife Village!" Zhai Juan showed a look of righteousness and remark, and his words were sonorous and powerful, and there was an indescribable righteousness.

These words reached Mao Dahu's ears, but he had to make him sneer.

But for the sake of face, he had to let him behave extremely politely, "Captain Zhai has a splendid mind, Mao admires it, please!"

After speaking, he didn't say much, and stretched out his palm, which was the end of the conversation.

Zhai Juan's face and heart were cold, and he raised his steps and strode towards the art hall.

The conversation between the two adults also affected the children behind them, but when they saw the girl behind Zhai Juan, when their father was talking and communicating with Mao Dahu, they also quickly noticed the three of Jing Chong behind the other party.

Especially after seeing the combination of the three of them, one fat, one thin and one black, she couldn't help laughing, and then saw the corners of her mouth raised, and her narrow eyes released a touch of disdain, and when Zhai Juan turned around and stepped forward, she walked away with a cold voice.

Such a situation clearly fell into the eyes of Jing Chong and the three of them, when they saw the girl opposite so arrogantly and disdainful, they all paid a touch of resentment on their faces one after another, but because of the village master in front of them, none of them dared to speak, but they could only secretly hold back.

"When his mother arrives at the art hall, let's see how Lao Tzu cleans you up!"

Nie Haiyuan and Zou Cang were even more obscene, secretly competing, but Jing Chong always stared at the package on the girl's back, and he couldn't stop guessing in his mind, he could always feel that his lost steel knife had an inseparable connection with the person in front of him.