With a wave of his left hand, the two hundred warriors shouted in unison, transforming into a rectangular formation. The three of them, Gu Qing, Fan Xiaohu, and Zheng Cong, looked at the two hundred warriors with solemn faces.

Mu Mangzi thought that the strangulation was about to begin, and the back of his feet trembled a little. To his surprise, comedy happened, only to hear Mu Zhong shout "Dance!"

At this time, someone made a sound, and two hundred samurai slowly began to sing, and the thick male voice sang in chorus, and the rhythm was soothing:

Towering Spirit Mountain, Fierce Tiger Ba,

The strong captives are endless, and the bloody battles are endless......

After singing one paragraph, start the second paragraph. This second stanza has a slightly faster tempo than the previous one. The samurai sang as they slowly swung their swords and twisted their bodies.

All the wanderers were engrossed in this dance, their faces became more and more ugly, and they didn't even dare to make a sound when they swallowed their saliva.

Only Mu Mangzi became more and more happy the more he looked at it, and finally couldn't help but reply to Lan: "It's beautiful!"

"It's a beautiful fart! A heart made of charcoal! It's almost over, it's still beautiful! They dance a war dance, also called a martial dance. Before singing and dancing after the dance, when King Wu of Zhou fell, the Baguo Tiger Ben danced this dance. When we jump faster and faster, we will be killed, and we will be diced meat!" Lan Hui said in a somewhat unnatural voice.

Mu Mangzi broke out in a cold sweat and said secretly: "This time it's really over!"

At this moment, someone shouted, "Stop!"

Gu Qing and Fan Xiaohu shouted loudly almost at the same time. Fan Xiaohu drew his short sword at the same time.

The two "stops" at the same time, and the hearts of the wanderers mentioned their throats and eyes stuck in their throats.

After all, face is not as important as the lives of these warriors who can go to the battlefield at any time, if it really causes a drastic change, dozens or hundreds of warriors will be killed and injured, how to explain to Hu'an Palace?

Gu Qing is not only a 500-long mountain master, but also a member of the Hu'an Mountain Gu clan, and Fan Xiaohu is also 500 long, both of them are higher than Mu Zhong, of course Mu Zhong is not stupid, signaled the warriors to stop singing and dancing, restore the formation, and ran up to Yu Qing and Fan Xiaohu and said: "Please give an order to the two generals!"

Fan Xiaohu glanced at Gu Qing, who nodded at him.

Fan Xiaohu shouted: "Who else wants to rebel?"

There was no answer.

Fan Xiaohu said loudly: "Listen well!"

There was silence, and even the sound of breathing almost stopped.

"Arrest the two rebels! If the others move, they will be killed!"

Lan Hui shouted loudly: "General Xiaohu, don't do it, I'll tie myself up!"

Mu Mangzi also called: "Me too!"

Du Qunfang only came back to his senses at this time, and shouted, "And me!"

The old crucian shell said, "Thank you three!" and a few more people said softly, "Thank you."

Lan smiled back: "No thanks! Besides, staying here and waiting for the beauty to fall is probably worse than death!"

Fan Xiaohu smiled slightly and shouted, "Okay!"

When Mu Mangzi heard him say this, he bent down to take the sword, and Lan Hui immediately stopped: "What do you want the sword for?"

"I swore that the sword is there, and the sword will never leave the sword!" Mu Mangzi inserted the sword into the sheath. Someone said softly: "It's stupid, it's going to be pureed meat in the past." ”

Lan Hui and the old crucian carp shook their heads, and Du Qunfang was expressionless.

The three rebels lined up and swaggered towards Fan Xiaohu.

Fan Xiaohu saw that the three of them had a windy pace and an extraordinary temperament, and in this group of waves, they stood out like chickens, and there were no weeds, and they secretly called it different.

When they arrived in front of Fan Xiaohu, Gu Qing, and Mu Zhong, Lan Hui stood in the middle and said, "Two generals, I'll wait to receive the death penalty!" Du Qunfang on the left and Mu Mangzi on the right also gave a salute.

Fan Xiaohu chuckled: "Okay!" Seeing that Mu Mangzi was not as strong as the other two prodigal pawns, and he was still with a short sword at this time, he was a little strange, and said, "What's your name?"

"Mu Mangzi. ”

There is a local habit of giving children cheap names, and the legend is that they are easy to raise, such as pigs, dogs, etc., Fan Xiaohu asked again: "Is it really stupid, or is it fake stupid?"

Mu Mangzi smirked, and Du Qunfang said, "It's really stupid." ”

"Untie your sword and show me!" Fan Xiaohu ordered.

Mu Mangzi untied his sword and handed it to Fan Xiaohu with one hand, which was a bit rude.

Fan Xiaohu stretched out his hand to take it, looked at the scabbard, thoughtfully, slowly pulled out the sword, and sure enough, the cold light shone into his eyes, and said, "Good sword!"

Returning the sword to the sheath, Fan Xiaohu turned around and made a gesture to a samurai a few steps behind him, and said, "Come here and put it away!"

Mu Mangzi said: "You return the sword to me!"

The warrior stepped forward to take the sword and sneered, "You don't need it!"

Mu Mangzi took a step and wanted to grab the sword, but Lan Hui pulled it back.

Everyone didn't know what Fan Xiaohu was going to do, and they all looked at him and didn't dare to speak.

Fan Xiaohuhuan glanced at everyone and said to Mu Zhong inexplicably: "Are you ready?"

Mu Zhong was slightly stunned, then the corners of his mouth curved, and he said happily: "General, ready!"

"Perform a special martial arts dance, let the brothers have a tooth sacrifice, and Ha'er will avoid him!" Xiaohu said.

This is the black language in the Ba army, Du Qunfang didn't understand it for a while, Lan Hui shouted angrily: "Fan Ha'er! What are you going to do? If you want to kill you, you will be shaved, and we will make a yin!"

Mu Zhong snorted: "General Mu is also what you saw!" and shouted: "A, B, C, D, open your belly!"

Twenty warriors heard the order, giggled and laughed, unarmed their weapons, took off their shirts, and went up in groups of ten with their bare hands, respectively, to surround Du Qunfang and Lan Hui.

Du and Lan were like falling into a group of martial madmen, being beaten from one end to the other, and from that to this end.

As the performance reached a climax step by step, everyone wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh, and even Gu Qing, who had always had a serious expression, seemed to be smiling.

Mu Mangzi, who was standing not far from Fan Xiaohu and was watched by two warriors, was very nervous at first, thinking that he wanted the lives of these two people, but gradually found out that this was not the case.

At this time, Du Qunfang, who was beaten to the point of being unsteady on his feet, was lifted up by a very tall samurai and pushed his head against the pectoral muscles of another samurai, which were comparable to the breasts of a beautiful woman, and Du Qunfang seemed to be eating the samurai's milk.

Seeing this scene, Mu Mangzi couldn't help but laugh.

Fan Xiaohu heard it and said with a smile: "What are you laughing at?"

"What are you laughing at?" Mu Mangzi asked rhetorically.

"Stop, drag me back!" Fan Xiaohu shouted.

Suddenly, the samurai stopped.

Du Qunfang and Lan Hui went through this heavy and special baptism, covered in mud, unrecognizable, unclothed, people are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, dying, slumped on the ground, just like two lumps of mud, almost impossible to see that they are two people.

Mu Mangzi finally remembered to go up to see if the two brothers were dead or alive, a warrior behind him didn't wait for him to take the first step, and with a hard leg, Mu Mangzi was like suddenly seeing a long-lost ancestor, "plop", his knees knelt down in the direction of Du Qunfang and Lan Hui, and then his hands were cut back.

Mu Zhong went to take charge of removing the three rebels.

Fan Xiaohu had a brief exchange with Yu Qing, said goodbye first, and someone took away the long-lonely jujube red horse.

Bidding farewell to Fan Xiaohu, Qing Qing said to Zheng Cong: "Xiangmei has returned, you will return them to him one by one tomorrow." In the future, I will no longer care about the rotten affairs of the prodigals. ”

"I won't bother anymore. ”

"Bring back the prodigals, and then I'll send you more men, and make sure nothing goes wrong. You see, these people are dying people, and they can do everything. ”

Zheng Cong was shocked: "General, you mean that these people will be ......"

"You're mistaken. This time, dozens of prodigal soldiers went out to fight with Xiangmei, and I heard that one of the three shares died. Otherwise, in a big battle, only dozens of people died in our department, and the dead prodigal soldiers were not counted in it. ”

"Understood. General, I also heard that if a prodigal pawn is seriously injured and is not treated, he will be directly executed, but is it true?" Zheng Cong asked cautiously when he saw that Qi Qing mentioned this.

"Don't believe rumors, let alone spread them. ”

Zheng Cong found the answer from Gu Qing's tone and expression, and said, "What will the three of them do?"

"Since it has been taken away by Fan Xiaohu, it is Mu Cheng's business, why should I bother. Those two people, in terms of martial arts, are indeed first-class, and it is a pity that they died. ”

"It's better to bite the eggs and close the fire. Why didn't Fan Xiaohu let that fool go after him?"

"I wondered too, but didn't want to ask. However, it can be seen from this that Fan Xiaohu is different in his handling of things, and he is assertive, so he must pay special attention in the future. Perhaps, he is bullying the hard and merciful. ”

Gu Qing, who is not good at talking, because of the relationship between Zheng Cong's grandfather, father and his father and son, plus one of the intimate Douban of the little master of Hu'an Palace, Gu Menglong, made an exception and said something more to this little brother.

The arrangements were made, and Hu Qing went directly to Hu'an Palace to find Hu Menglong, and they originally agreed to take Hu Huai, the chief of grain and grass in Hu'an Palace, who was good at finding clues to solve the case from spider silk and ants, to secretly investigate a dream valley, because the robbery and murder case that occurred at the mouth of Dream Valley not long ago alarmed Dan Fushui, and even the entire country, and even alarmed the sensitive nerves of the Hu An Mountain people, and they suspected that they had robbed Ba Yongqiu, the former wife of Hu'an Mountain, The mysterious tribe that assassinated the Dream Dragon took advantage of the Hu'an Mountain warriors to go on the expedition, and gave Hu'an Mountain a dismount, which is more likely to start a new round of revenge that has been planned for a long time.

Outside the first inside, Gu Qing and Gu Menglong originally agreed to set off more than ten days later, today Gu Qing suffered a dumb loss, he hoped to advance the itinerary, save from hearing the speaker's arguments.

Xiangshan's eldest son, Hu'an Mountain Division, 500 Chang Xiangmei, was resting at home, and soon someone secretly reported to him what had just happened in the Wandering Camp.

When Xiangmei heard this, she remained silent, and no one continued to sit on his soft seat, tasting his tea and dried fruits.

Came to the human: "Mu Cheng never interfered in the affairs of the Lang Pawn Camp, he didn't say a word to General Xiang this time, and took the three of them away." In a small way, it's not a good sign. In the future, he is afraid that he will mention people if he wants to. ”

Xiang Mei motioned for someone to sit down and drink water, and said calmly: "If you commit the crime of killing your head, what is the difference between death in my place and death in Mu Cheng's place? ”

The person who came felt that the famous beautiful man's reaction today was different from before, and he wanted to say something, but Xiangmei said first: "Besides, it was Brother Xiaohu who personally took it away, how could I ask them? I don't have to ask Mou Cheng for a few dead people, right?"

Xiangmei paused for a moment, and then said: "Besides, people have a big treasure and don't say anything, so why should I bother to light the torch in the big moon and do this more." Okay, let's go to the thick place and get the reward!"

The man echoed the smile. After laughing, he thanked him, got up and left, Xiangmei looked at his back, reached out and picked up an iron walnut from the small rattan on several tables, as if he smiled, and with a gentle stroke, the walnut turned into powder.

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