Dali is located in the subtropical region, the climate is pleasant and the four seasons are like spring, however, this is mostly said to be the south of Dali City, although the Moutong Mansion is not very far from Dali City, in the severe winter season, it will not be as cold and snowy as the bitter cold land in the north, the wind is biting, but it is not as full of flowers as in summer, and the soft breeze blows.

Especially the weather, in fact, is very people's mood is very related, if you are in a good mood, it is the snow all over the sky to feel poetic, is the wind and snow plum blossoms this kind of scenery can be said to be the pure color of the icing on the scene. But if you are in a bad mood, it is a hundred flowers blooming, and when the fragrance is refreshing, you also think that he is good and I am not good.

And at this moment, Weng Yong is mood is extremely bad, coupled with the fact that the heavens are not beautiful, when he escaped, he also encountered a strong wind, blowing in his face, even a tough guy with iron bones can blow out a few tears of you. What's more, Weng Yong, a person who thinks that he has met an invincible celestial man and runs for his life in a hurry, is that the wind does not blow, he wants to cry, so that the tears can't stop flowing, running for a long time, and his stomach is hungry, he took out a piece of dried beef from his arms, and bit off a small piece with the strength of milk, chewing it in his mouth and feeling any taste, just like chewing a piece of grass root.

Of course, as the main general, he must not let people doubt that he was sad and shed a few tears because he ate something unpalatable and the future was uncertain during the escape. The only one who can save a little dignity for himself can probably only blame the weather.

At this time, no one planted trees, and there was no policy of returning farmland to forests, and most of the houses were made of wood. Although Weng Yong's consciousness and knowledge still make him unable to think of the deep relationship between nature and human beings, although he can't scold God casually, he can still scold the wind.

In order to vent the depression in his heart, he pulled his throat and scolded the wind wildly, but unfortunately, in addition to the exchange for a mouth full of wind and sand, there was no effect at all, and in the end, Weng Yong could be regarded as a good learner. No matter what bullshit he is, Lao Tzu is facing a strong wind, is the enemy army just tailwind? Since everyone's weather conditions are the same, it doesn't matter what he does so much, as a runaway, it is still important to develop his career dedicatedly.

Therefore, he didn't scold, buried his head and ran wildly, ran out of a distance, and finally found something that made Weng Yong excited, because of the road, the direction of escape has changed, and the wind direction seems to have changed, the oncoming strong wind seems to have changed its character, and suddenly turned into a tailwind, and his back and buttocks were blown by the wind, which made Weng Yong very shuang.

Running away is undoubtedly a physical work, running for such a distance has made him sweat, this feeling of blowing the wind and feeling of the ass is cold also makes Weng Yong's mood much better, and when he runs, his mood is also a little better. However, all this was temporary, because soon Weng Yong discovered a problem, and the pursuers behind seemed to be happier than him, and they chased harder. This greatly surprised Weng Yong and made him very puzzled, but if he was incomprehensible, he still had to flee, and the heavy and long way to go of escaping could not be given up halfway, otherwise, it would be easy to pay the price, and the better ones would be bundled into food to commemorate Qu Yuan - zongzi. If it's bad, your head is gone.

Although Qu Yuan, the old man, has brought us a lot of happiness, of course, it does not refer to his back-and-forth separation, but refers to the holiday of the Dragon Boat Festival, but Weng Yong does not want to turn himself into a zongzi at all, so he already hates it in his heart, but his subordinates are merciless, and the horsewhip is waved, and the butt of the war horse is taken off a few pieces of hair. The war horse ran away without his life, but he still couldn't let Weng Yong stop, and it was also a loss that the war horse couldn't speak, otherwise, he would have turned his head and scolded, "Day!" Your grandma, Lao Tzu is in the fastest state, you just beat your ass down, and you speed up there, you slut-" It's a pity that the war horse can't speak, and the protest can't be expressed, so he can only bury his head and run hard, hoping that this ruthless master can show mercy and let go of his ass for the time being.

Weng Yong's mood fell to the bottom again, and the pursuers behind came to the strength, when Weng Yong complained about the strong wind filling the mouth, they were even more uncomfortable, because when Weng Yong was uncomfortable in front of him, they were even more uncomfortable, the fleeing team of more than 20,000 people, everywhere they passed was dusty, and the strong wind blew, in Weng Yong's place it was still a simple wind, and when it came to the pursuers, it became a sandstorm with dirt, if the strong wind was longer, maybe Weng Yong escaped. However, under the sharp change of wind, the speed of the pursuers increased.

Weng Yong was a little more comfortable, but it was also temporary, when the dust behind him was blown to his side, he began to despair, the dust was all over the sky, as if there were thick clouds in the air, the sun could not shine down, and the road ahead was extremely low visibility, so escaping was undoubtedly a stroke of luck, he didn't know that he had run there, and the life of his life had the nature of gambling, which was difficult to do.

Time passed quickly, and after two hours passed, Weng Yong's war horse was already tired and almost vomiting blood, and the speed was slowing down more and more, and he was also weak, not knowing where he was, just when the wind gradually faded and the dust thinned, Weng Yong was dumbfounded before he began to be happy.

In front, less than a hundred zhang away from Weng Yong, there was a neat group of cavalry, and quickly approached him, the leader of the person was white-faced and silver-armored, sitting on a tall red horse, a cold and bright spear in his hand, behind him, a large banner on the brocade group around a big "Yue" character.

Seeing this battle, Weng Yong thought with his heels, and he also knew who this person was, except for Yue Shaoan, who else could be like this.

Weng Yong was desperate, in the face of this person who left an unrivaled impression in his heart, how could he escape under such a disadvantage, but what puzzled Weng Yong was that he had gone to the cloak, although the battle armor was different from ordinary soldiers, but it was not particularly conspicuous, and his war horse had a body of public hair, and he had a public face, in this case, how could Yue Shaoan lock himself, why didn't he wait for others, but blocked himself?

Weng Yong looked left and right suspiciously, and soon, he found the crux of the problem, it turned out that behind him, there was a very dedicated brother, this brother had always carried his banner, and he didn't lose it in such an environment.

Weng Yong looked at this brother with affection, almost wanted to cry, if it was changed to the usual match, this brother was not only right, but also should be rewarded, this is now that he is running for his life, how does this muddy ball not understand the flexibility, this is not clearly telling people that they are here, hurry up and catch it?

Weng Yong couldn't wait to go up and kill this bastard with a knife, but now he doesn't have the strength or the mood, he has already reached this point, he has become a fish and meat, and he is a knife, so what is the cruelty. In desperation, he waved his hand, shook his head and smiled bitterly, threw the weapon in his hand, urged the horse to step forward slowly, saluted respectfully, and said, "The defeated general has seen the emperor." ”

Yue Shaoan raised his hand very calmly and said, "General Weng doesn't need to be polite, please dismount and return to the team." ”

Returning to the team is naturally to return to Yue Shao'an's team, Weng Yong is not stupid enough to think that Yue Shao'an will be so generous, and after chasing him for so long, he plans to tell him, I will let you go. Therefore, he obediently walked towards Yue Shao'an's team with a good sense of the times, but after walking a few steps, he seemed to be very angry in his heart, turned his head again, and said: "Emperor, the defeated general has a request, I hope the emperor can fulfill it." ”

Although Yue Shao'an said that he didn't drink a lot of wind, but if he was able to catch Weng Yong, it showed that most of the enemy generals under him might be subdued by himself and become his own army, and he was still in a good mood, so he smiled and said: "General Weng's words are okay. ”

When Weng Yong heard this, his whole person changed suddenly, his respectful and decadent expression was swept away, he rose up in anger, stretched out his hand and pointed at the brother who resisted the banner and roared, "Emperor, I'm going to kill him!" ”

Yue Shaoan was stunned for a while, looked up, and happened to see the frightened, dazed, and innocent ...... And so on, a variety of expressions accumulated on a face to carry Brother Ren......