Since the riot that day, Zhang Muyang and his fellow inmates have never seen the follower except for the daily drills, and the black-clothed commissioner has been surprisingly quiet, and he has no longer embarrassed these people, or even has the intention of making friends.

It's just that Zhang Muyang always has a bitter face and a deep hatred, and he is even more unwilling to wear that military uniform, but he still can't stand the lobbying of his fellow inmates, and after three or five days, he can only put the military uniform on his body, and that day is also the first time that Zhang Muyang's group of inmates have gone on a mission.

Although these people probably know how much has changed outside in the past three or five days, they still feel that this day is a courtier, if they lose today, it is a big deal to find another way another day, it is just a matter of time.

It's just that no one thought that this departure would be a rapid march of 800 miles, and when they arrived at the destination, it was already night, and there was no outsider around, not even a light.

"Fuck, I don't know what you're doing in this big night? Not even a single hair. Someone complained in a low voice.

"It's not just human hair, I'm afraid that even the ghost is too lazy to come out."

A few people were there talking, laughing, and having fun, but after a while, they only heard an order from the team in front: let them rest in place and continue their journey tomorrow.

The crowd was already tired, and when they got this military order again, they all found a place to lie down. Of course, this Zhang Muyang is no exception, after all, this eight-hundred-mile rush is really not as simple as saying a word and farting.

It was already noon in the dense forest waiting for everyone to wake up, and the sunlight was scattered on the ground through the dense leaves, and there was mist flying in it, like a golden pillar of light falling in the dark night, indescribably strange and beautiful.

Zhang Muyang was already active by nature, but this sudden encounter suddenly made him lose that agility, and when he saw this scene again today, he felt as if he was the Zhang Muyang of the past again.

The gang was more like happy children, and they actually hunted on this mountain.

Half a day passed, but the vanguard had never given orders, and the two pairs of men and horses were divided into two camps, and there was no other communication except for the exchange of orders.

After all, the previous riot has been entangled for a long time for an ordinary person, let alone the soldiers on this battlefield, so there is no trust, so naturally they can't be camped together.

But it's also very strange, this settlement has been three or five days without movement, and the two pairs of people and horses have no communication, so there are some messages and rumors in the crowd for a while, but most of them say that these soldiers are acting strangely......

Finally, on the fifth day, someone could not bear it anymore, so he took a hare and went to inquire about it, and the news that came back was that it said, "There is an order from above to wait here for an important person." And the name, position, and purpose of this important person are naturally military secrets, and no one will take the initiative to tell them.

But with this news, this group of inmates is more stable, in their leisure time everyone has nothing to do to get together to gamble with each other, but more often than not, they go out to hunt some wild animals and come back, in their own words, this gambling or something is tired of playing in prison, and now the only thing that can make them interested is only two things, one is the delicacy of the mountains, and the other is women. Of course, if it weren't for the fact that at this time in the deep mountains and old forests, the first thing would be a woman.

In the past few days, the hairy boy is still extremely enthusiastic about Zhang Muyang, as if he is serving Zhang Muyang as a master. In Zhang Muyang's opinion, the two are not much different in age, and they are being served like this again, and they really feel sorry in their hearts, but they don't know how to teach this hairy boy his own abilities, so after thinking about it for a few days, he still decided to try to teach the hairy boy at least the dance steps of this god, maybe one day he will be enlightened.

Hearing that Zhang Muyang wanted to pass on his skills, the hairy boy immediately knelt down on his knees and said: "The master will be worshiped by the apprentice again!" ”

Seeing that the hairy boy knelt down again, Zhang Muyang hurriedly said, "Get up quickly!" In fact, the two of them are not much different in age, you call me master, I really don't want to go, and I don't have much time to get this inheritance from the seventh uncle, and it can even be said that it is just a skin, I really don't know what to teach you, but I don't think it's appropriate not to teach you anything, so I think about it, I am afraid that the only thing I can teach you is this god has descended......"

After listening to Zhang Muyang's speech, the hairy boy didn't know where to learn a few words, and said with a bit of the tone of the shopkeeper: "The kid doesn't dare to ask the master to teach him, as long as the master is willing to teach the little one, even if it's just a little bit of leftovers." ”

Zhang Muyang wanted to say something more, but after hearing what the hairy boy said, it was not easy to say anything more, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "I don't know what your name is after so long?" I've never heard you mention it. ”

"Master Hui, it's not that the kid doesn't mention what his name is, but I don't know what my name is." The hairy boy hesitated a little when he said this.

After listening to Zhang Muyang's thoughtful words: "Well! "I just didn't talk.

Seeing that Zhang Muyang didn't talk, the hairy boy hurriedly said: "Actually, someone else called me by a name earlier?" ”

"Really?" Zhang Muyang suddenly came to his senses.

"Uh-huh, they all called me Erlaizi before!"

"Erraiko?"

"Uh-huh."

"I haven't read any books, but I know it's not a good name, so I haven't said it yet." The hairy boy said with a hint of tears in his eyes.

Zhang Muyang looked at the appearance of the hairy boy, and his heart suddenly felt dull, after all, which child is willing to be called "Laizi" all day long, and he also understands better why this hairy boy has such a great attachment to the apprentice blood.

"If you don't dislike it, you can call Zhang Mufan in the future!" Zhang Muyang said leisurely.

"Zhang Mufan?" The hairy boy's eyes were full of excitement.

"Yes, Zhang Mufan."

"I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it at all." There are some words in the hairy boy's speech.

Zhang Muyang even saw that the name was more important than the apprenticeship. And in the following days, as long as the hairy boy meets someone, the first sentence he says is: "My name is Zhang Mufan, and my master gave me the name ......"