Chapter 391: Silent (4)

Jinu looked at everyone's eager eyes and Zhu Fatai's expectant eyes, and couldn't help but turn a thousand times in his heart, and he was speechless for a while.

Zhu Fayun glanced at him, and said to himself: "I don't know what I'm afraid of, I look like a girl." ”

What the slave was thinking about was not his own gains and losses, but about the woodcutters who treated him with sincerity, and if they were caught by the besieging soldiers, or if they were injured by mistake, wouldn't it be against their own intentions.

As if he could understand what he was thinking, Zhu Fatai said in a timely manner: "The people walking in the mountains are much faster than others, and after a while, we will rush up, put down the firewood and disperse, those low-level sergeants have no mounts, and they can't catch up with us at all, what are you worried about?" ”

Jinu's heart moved, and he glanced at him gratefully, and then made up his mind: "In this case, let's do what you planned." ”

Zhu Fatai nodded with satisfaction, and said to the woodcutters at the head: "Go." ”

The slave led his beloved horse and invited him to mount it, while he led him on a leash.

Seeing his respectful appearance, Zhu Fatai just smiled, but he was not humble, and calmly got on the horse and walked.

Zhu Fayun pursed his lips dissatisfiedly and muttered a few words: "I'm also a monk, really, I don't respect me at all." ”

Zhu Fatai instructed the people: "Don't make a noise along the way, just follow it, stay in the place, and then listen to my instructions." ”

Those woodcutters already had great respect for him, and they agreed one after another, and everyone felt that this matter was very novel, and they did not dare to make a sound at the moment, and the group moved quietly and slowly in the night, but quietly.

The lights in the distance were getting closer and closer, and when he looked closely, there were several simple wooden sheds where the fire was most shining in the West Gate, and there were bulging sacks stacked on top of each other, which were obviously grain and grass.

After a few more steps, you can already clearly see the faces of the sergeants shuttling back and forth, but everyone is in the dark, and the other party is in the light, and the situation at this time is very favorable to your side.

Zhu Fatai didn't expect that in the middle of the night, there were still so many people guarding the grain and grass, he frowned, and thought quickly in his heart.

He glanced at Zhu Fayun on the side, and asked in a low voice, "Little nephew, those breathing and footwork that your master taught you, you are familiar with them on weekdays?" ”

Zhu Fayun didn't know why, and replied hesitantly: "It's really a shame for you to ask, when the master drove me out of the temple to travel, he told me that the footwork outside the skill can still be lazy, but the kung fu of the breath can not be put down, but I also know this temperament, I can't calm down at all, so the footwork is still quite proficient, but the way of vomiting is not entering." ”

She glanced at Zhu Fatai embarrassedly, but couldn't help but be a little surprised when she saw him showing a happy color.

Zhu Fatai smiled and said: "In this case, if you want to succeed this time, you have to rely on the help of your nephew." ”

The slave was smart, and he already understood what Zhu Fatai was referring to, and hurriedly stopped: "This is too dangerous, why don't you let me lead them away, my light skills are not bad, at least it's better than letting this stupid woman go." ”

Zhu Fayun was immediately unhappy, glared at him and said, "Please call me a senior monk." ”

Zhu Fatai pondered for a while, although Zhu Fayun's life experience had long been known, and it was precisely for this reason that her master let her leave the temple early to avoid suspicion, but even in the Tile Coffin Temple, there were not many people who knew about it, and it was not a good thing to let her show her face casually.

He turned his head to look at the slave, but he didn't dare to let him go rashly, and he frowned unconsciously, revealing a look of embarrassment.

The slave is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, even in the face of thousands of troops, he dares to go, not to mention such a small number of defenders, and he said categorically: "Master Fatai, don't hesitate, don't miss the opportunity, I'll go, you can take everyone to act when you see the opportunity." ”

He skillfully opened his placket, revealing the snow-white "fragrant shoulders", and untied his man's hairstyle, his long black hair fell down, and at first glance he really looked a little like a woman.

Seeing this, Zhu Fayun suddenly realized: "Ah, I understand, Uncle Shi, you want me to seduce those sergeants." ”

She glanced disdainfully at the dark complexion on the slave's face, and sneered: "With your appearance, who can you seduc?" ”

As she spoke, she unbuttoned her monk's robe, revealing her snow-white middle coat, revealing the graceful figure of a girl. She already had better skin than snow, and after wiping her face in three or two strokes, she put up her hands and tied her hair into a woman's hairstyle, but she didn't seem to be familiar with the combing method of women's hair buns, so that the loose bun was pulled aside, and a few strands of soft long hair were scattered on the side of the bun, but there was a charming appearance of a mature woman.

Even if she was a slave, she couldn't help but be shocked when she saw her like this, and she couldn't help but move her throat, and said with some embarrassment: "I really can't see that you really look like a woman dressed like this." ”

Zhu Fayun glanced at him coquettishly, and said angrily: "What do you mean by being like a woman, I am originally a woman, and I am much more beautiful than a stinky man in disguise like you." ”

Ji Nu pulled up the placket of her clothes, feeling that she was really right in what she said, so she could only tell her: "You be smart, don't really be captured by those people." ”

Do you care? How does it sound like a curse?

Zhu Fayun glared at him again, and then said respectfully to Zhu Fatai: "Uncle Shi, the disciple has gone." ”

Zhu Fatai had been watching them bickering with interest, and nodded with a smile at this time: "Be careful." ”

Zhu Fayun responded, rushed out in the oblique stab, stumbled towards the firelight, and began to shout after running a few steps: "Help~"

Sure enough, all the sergeants noticed her and were surprised to find that a woman had come to the barracks.

At that time, women did not have such high-end underwear as now, and the middle clothes were equivalent to the underwear at that time, which was very private to wear.

Seeing that most of the people had left the granary, Zhu Fatai hurriedly ordered everyone: "Quick, pile all the firewood near those wooden houses." ”

The woodcutters were ready to go, and carried the firewood on their backs, just waiting for Zhu Fatai to give an order, and they rushed over, just a few hundred meters away, everyone used their strength to eat, ran desperately, dropped the firewood and turned around and ran, there were a few low-level sergeants near the granary resting, but they had never seen such a formation, the black pressure pressed a group of people suddenly rushed out and dropped the firewood and disappeared into the darkness, they wanted to stop, but the other party was overwhelming, put down the things and ran away, Where are you going to chase it?