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The little thorn slave ran a few steps forward, carrying a big gun, turning his head, searching for his father in the crowd, a little slowly, his brows twisted, Hua Tinghou returned, but his father was not seen.

Xiao Qiyue stared at the thorn slave and the big gun, her beautiful eyes were not instantaneous, and her small mouth was slightly open. Qiao Da beauty smiled quietly, her eyes were deep in Huatinghou, Liu Nong rode to the pavilion, turned over and fell off the horse, probed her hand, and hugged Xiao Qiyue into her arms, and said with a smile: "Qiyue, do you miss your father-in-law?" ”

"Nian also, Nian also, Qi Yue, Qi Yue thinks about it every day...... Qi Yue responded in her mouth, but her eyes looked at the little thorn slave from beginning to end, and she thought in her heart: 'Alas, the righteous father is also the righteous father, every time he returns, he must ask Qiyue like this, and Qiyue is so tired to answer......

Chen Yi rode on a horse, holding his beard to look at the distant military camp, but saw that the camp tent was continuous, like waves, and the Chinese army was as high as fifteen zhang, cracking in the wind, and vaguely heard the horse singing and neighing.

Liu Nong hugged Xiao Qiyue and smiled at the big beauty of the bridge, because there were still distinguished guests in Zuo, it was inconvenient to play beautifully, so he put Xiao Qiyue down, took her hand, walked to Chen Yi and others, and said with a smile: "This is the Hexi military camp, with 30,000 troops, later, if you are interested, you might as well take a look!" After that, he ordered Xiao Qiyue to greet everyone.

Xiao Qiyue looked at the crowd in front of her, her heart was slightly timid, but her expression did not change at all, she handed the paper warbler to Hongxiao, put her hand on her waist, and saluted one by one with her father's recommendation: "Qiyue, I have seen Chen Shibo." ”

"Qiyue, I've seen Zhong Shibo."

"Qiyue, I've seen ......"

After seeing the end of the ceremony, everyone praised Xiao Qiyue for her gentleness and grace, dignified and courteous, and Guo Shishang gave Xiao Qiyue a delicate flower hairpin.

Xiao Qiyue pinched the beautiful hairpin, took advantage of no one's attention, shrunk behind her father-in-law, quietly wiped the corners of her forehead, patted her chest, and thought: 'I'm so tired, I'm so tired, it's better to carry a big gun......

"Ah......" Xiao Qiyue covered her mouth and exclaimed, extremely cute.

"Hey, I'm a thorn slave......"

The little thorn slave touched his head and smiled, and then, his expression was stunned, he fell into Xiao Qiyue's black glass-like eyes, timidly darkened, subconsciously sniffed his nose, held his chest up, carried the gun, and took a step forward, with Xiao Qiyue's stunned gaze, he pressed the tail of the spear with one hand, "swish", held the gun in front of his chest, lowered his head, and said loudly: "Thorn slave, I've seen Huating Hou!" ”

"Wow......" Xiao Qiyue pulled her hand to her chest, her eyes bright.

"Thorn Slave ......"

Liu Nong turned around and smiled.

The little thorn slave stood solemnly with a gun, a small person and a big gun, the body of the gun was almost three people high, and the two sides were extremely eye-catching. Chen Yi and the others were shocked and inexplicable, and after a while, the old patriarch smiled and praised: "Who is this son, who is like Xu Feng, and how many years has he been waiting for a few years, and the young feather is abundant, how many times has he been overlord?" ”

Liu Nong looked at the thorn slave, his eyes were approving, and he pressed his sword and smiled: "This is Liu Nong's account, the son of Ran Duwei, who is more than five years old, and already has the strength of a thousand catties, and can dance an iron spear!" As he spoke, he leaned over slightly, and asked with a smile: "Today's guests are here, and the thorn slave is willing to dance in front of the pavilion to nourish the pleasure of guests and friends?" ”

The little thorn slave raised his eyebrows, looked back at Yuan Xiu who was smiling by the pavilion, and then looked at Xiao Qiyue beside him, his chest straightened, and he immediately grabbed the gun and hit it obliquely, took a few steps back, looked at Zhu Gong, slightly bowed his head, Xuan Ji, smiled toothily, unfolded the shadow of the gun, and swooped and struck, like an eagle dragon.

After the dance, the thorn slave holds the gun in his arms, and the gun stops, his expression is awe-inspiring, his eyes look around, and his chest is undulating, just like an angry torrent intercepting the stream, and if the dangerous mountain hangs the egg, he wants to fall but does not fall. It makes people secretly feel that their momentum is still inexhaustible, and with just a hint of breeze, they can be angry across the wilderness!

"Strong, strong!!"

"The breath is like swallowing the dragon, the momentum is like the sky collapsing, strong!"

"Bang, Bang, Bang......"

The praise was endless, the applause was thunderous, and everyone high-fived and praised, even if Guo and other women, although they changed color for it, they did not hesitate to praise.

At the moment, Liu Nong brought a group of guests into the Hexi military camp, Guo and other women entered Shangcai with Qiao Yousi, the little thorn slave carried a big gun and wanted to enter the barracks, Liu Nong liked him very much, that is, nodded in agreement, Xiao Qiyue dragged the paper warbler, unwilling to return to Shang Cai, and stared at the little thorn slave with her eyes. Liu Nong smiled slightly, and immediately ordered Hongxiao to lead the two villains and go together.

As soon as I entered the barracks, the wind howled and the horses neighed, and the flags were like a forest, and the sea was mighty. Runan counties, Zhuwu and Eagle Yangwei, Baihua Jingqi, Qingzhuang Battalion joint venture, endless. Now, there are more than 20 counties and docks with Liu Nong as the suzerain, with different sizes and a total of more than 10,000 parts.

Xu Yi led the equipment to ride in the center, the left is a huge gun white horse, the right is a bow and knife light horse, guarding the Chinese army.

Everyone followed the Huating Hou Yu to swim and watch, saw the riding array and killed, and wanted to pounce on people, secretly felt that the scalp was numb and trembling slightly, coinciding with the sudden rise of the gale, cracking the Chinese army, Chen Yi looked up at the black flag and waves, and couldn't help but chant his beard: "The wind is rising, the clouds are flying; Weijia Hainexi, returning to his hometown; Ande is fierce, guarding the Quartet......"

Liu Nong smiled silently and made eye contact with Xu Yi.

Xu Yi immediately understood, rushed to the Chinese army platform, pointed at the sky with a sword lance, and roared: "Wu Gexi was rhinoceros armor, and the car was wrong and the short soldiers were ......."

"The sun covers the enemy like a cloud, and the arrows and fallen soldiers compete for the first ......" The three armies thundered, and the violent sound was like an angry tide.

At this time, the Marquis of Huating slowly drove the horse, flying snow and hooves, stepping on the eyes of the ten thousand armies, floating on the top of the angry tide, waiting for the highest platform, Liu Nong slowly pulled out Chu Yan, pointed obliquely at the sky, looked at the three armies, and chanted loudly: "Cheng is both brave and martial, and finally strong and invincible; The body is dead, the god is the spirit, and the soul of the child is the ghost! ”

"The soul of the child is a ghost!"

"The soul of the child is a ghost!!"

In an instant, the majestic and magnificent "National Mourning" was like a torrent, layer upon layer, wave after wave, smashing the green and the world, shaking people's chests, and the corners of their eyes were slightly shining. And unconsciously, tears rolled in the eyes of the old Yingchuan clan, and they sang loudly with the army.

When the sun was slanting and the platform was high, the flag shadow was rolling, Liu Nong and the guests went out of the barracks and went straight to Fengcheng.

Xiao Qiyue sat on the horse, leaning on the arms of the red xiao, dragging the paper warbler, but her eyes stared at the little thorny slave running in the grass, thinking: 'It's so powerful, it's so powerful, it's still so ......fast'

"Hehe...... the little thorn slave noticed the little beauty's gaze, tilted his head, cracked his mouth and smiled, for some reason, his face suddenly turned red, and he couldn't help but wipe his nose with the back of his hand.

The autumn wind rolls up the robe, the sound is cold, Liu Nong is very open-minded, and Chen Yi rides side by side, this time into Runan, each has something to gain, Huating Hou shows his authority, and the road is strong; The Yingchuan tribes were secretly shocked and determined, and they wanted to come to this trip to enjoy the guests.

When he arrived at Hexi Bridge, Chen Yisi and the battle in Luoyang, glanced sideways at Liu Nong, who looked calm, and said: "Huating Hou ordered Zhuwu and the army was prosperous, but really don't worry about the battle of Luoyang?" ”

Liu Nong controlled the reins, but his heart jumped, Chen Yi is an old and calculating person, and he has secretly argued the reality of the Hexi military camp, but the two have made an appointment, Huating Hou simply pretended not to know, and said with a smile: "The army is like water, changing and invisible, planning before the war, doing it during the war, and seeking straightness in its fruit!" After a pause, he slowly turned his head sideways, looked directly at Chen Yi, and smiled slightly: "Chen Shangshu, but he is relieved, even if he does not win a big victory, he should not be defeated!" ”

"The shape of the soldier is like water, the line of water, avoiding the high and tending down, the shape of the soldier, avoiding the real and hitting the ......" At this time, Xiao Qiyue turned her head and looked at the little thorn slave, her voice was crisp and clear, and her thin eyebrows were slightly raised.

"The water is controlled by the land, and the soldiers are defeated by the enemy; Therefore, the army is impermanent, and the water is impermanent; Those who can win due to the change of the enemy are called gods...... "The little thorn slave carried a big gun, chanted loudly, and raised his eyebrows at Xiao Qiyue.

Xiao Qiyue's eyes rolled and she pouted.

"Ha, haha......"

Chen Yi stroked his beard and smiled, Liu Nong smiled, the two of them pulled their hooves longitudinally in the peak city, and when they reached the peak, Huating Hou stopped the flying snow, faced the autumn wind, and looked at Luoyang......

……

Luoyang, China and Japan.

"Eagle, Eagle......"

The harrier eagle slashed into the sky and flew to Luoyang City.

"Boom!"

There was a rain of arrows on the city wall, the harrier eagle swept the iron wings, avoided the sprinkling arrows, suddenly twisted the body, tore the clouds and split the wind, and arrived at the palace city of Luoyang, stayed here, converged the wings and the long cry, the heavy pupils turned rapidly, the direction was clear, the sliding wings were discharged, and the sound of "whoosh" pierced into the Kongkongge.

The cold sun soaks the window and sprinkles into the quiet room.

The room is dim, extremely narrow, there is only one case and one couch in it, the wine cup is scattered on the case, and half of the cloth is on the couch, and half is hanging on the ground. Changwu was dressed in a left beard robe and lay on his back on the couch. His person is a disciple of the Chang clan in Shen County, who was captured by Shi Le a few years ago, and is now joining the army under the peach leopard tent.

At this moment, Changwu slept very soundly, wantonly posing with the word "big", his face was flushed, and the corners of his mouth hung a smile, slowly, lazily turned over, obliquely hugged the pottery pillow, and whispered: "Ten miles of peach blossoms all the way to the wind, the rolling Luo skirt is calm, the pine smoke caresses the eyebrows and looks at the moon at night, who beats the horse in front of the door...... Sister...... Sister ...... "called gently, tears gradually overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth drooled, hanging silk into a thread."

In his dream, there are ten miles of peach blossoms and spring breeze, there are light yarns rippling like water, there are bright eyes and bright teeth, there are Yiren like lotuses, and there is also a child, wearing a small crown and robe, running in the wind, waving his hands, laughing, chasing the graceful light yarn.

"Gege ......" smiled smartly, and Sister's green silk shoes seemed to be stepping on peach blossoms, and her posture was light and ethereal.

"Brother, brother, come quickly......" Sister Ah leaned under the pink tree, turned her head slowly, looked back and beckoned, and smiled quietly.

"Sister, wait a minute, woo woo......" The boy called, slammed on the ground, stepped on the small clogs under his feet, "plopped", fell to the ground, secretly felt tingling all over his body, and couldn't help crying.

"Adi Mo cry, Adi Mo cry, as a man, you can't cry easily, do you know if Adi ......" Sister A's voice floated in her ears, and the boy struggled to stand up, holding the little clogs, and staggered towards where the sound came from.

"Hoof it, hoof it ......"

Suddenly, the iron rider crashed into the peach forest, like a ghost, wielding a scimitar, and swept the wind wantonly.

"Woo ho, ho ho ......"

Ghost scream, ghost scream!! The screams of ghosts filled the forest, filling the chest, and making people breathless.

"Brother, Brother......"

Sister Ah was crying out, Sister Ah was carried on a horse, and the green silk fell in the mire. The boy opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but he was silent, trembling and stretching out his hand, wanting to catch it, but he was powerless. The boy clutched his mouth with all his might, his whole body spasmed, and his eyes were split......

"Brother!!"

"Boom !!" (To be continued.) )