Chapter 52: The Descendants of the Qilin (Ask for Recommendation Votes, Collection)
Opposite Meng Xie, the dozen or so Qilin Army soldiers who were still standing just now were now staggering, making different movements.
Some people cried bitterly, holding their brothers next to them with a handful of snot and tears, some people held their hands in their hands, shook their heads and read books, and some people made a shy appearance of wanting to speak, which made Zhang De look cold.
The most interesting is Cao Kui.
This eight-foot-tall man, with his hands waving around his side, kept waving his hands, running back and forth in front of Meng Xie with small steps, like a butterfly all the time.
Meng Xie understood at a glance that Cao Kui was now afraid that he would be immersed in the song of turning into a butterfly and could not extricate himself, and he was fantasizing about flying with Zhu Yingtai.
There was a burst of amusement in his heart, Meng Xie still had a new understanding of the power of the Demon Heart Qin.
Just now he was just in the Dharma field, trying his hand at it, and Meng Xie didn't feel anything yet.
But now the appearance of everyone in front of him makes him love this demon heart qin, and it would be great if it was used to yin people in secret.
I'm afraid that the opponent will be confused before he makes any moves, but when the time comes, he will be able to win with ease and pleasure.
Meng Xie played for a while, and his understanding of the Demon Heart Qin became deeper and deeper.
Zhao Ming, who was still on the side, couldn't stand it anymore, patted Meng Xie on the shoulder, signaling that Meng Xie could stop.
The appearance of more than a dozen men dancing is rare in the Tianyan Continent.
Meng Xie, who wanted to watch the play for a while, saw that Zhao Ming couldn't stand it anymore, so he could only reluctantly stop.
The sound stops!
Cao Kui and the others, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, also came to their senses, and naturally recalled in their minds what they had just done, and their faces turned into pig livers, and they looked at Meng Xie embarrassedly.
Meng Xie sat on the chair for a long time, and said with a smile in his eyes: "How about it?" Brother Cao, this song of the junior brother is not worse than those beauties in Tianxiangyuan. ”
Cao Kui scratched his head, he was already convinced in his heart, but he still said reluctantly: "Count you powerful, Lao Cao admits defeat, you will be the leader of our Qilin Army in the future, however, there is a saying that in the front, if you dare not rebuild the Qilin Army, Lao Cao, I will definitely chase you to the ends of the earth with a big gun, let you go below and explain to the general in person." ”
Throwing down this sentence, Cao Kui turned around and entered the opposite wing room, never coming out again.
Seeing this, the others also immediately scattered, what should they do, and no longer had any objections to Meng Xie's inheritance of the Qilin Army.
God knows, if any of them object, what tricks this kid will have in the future to make them look foreign.
It's not terrible to die on the battlefield, if these things are known by others, it will be more uncomfortable than killing these men who shout and shout to kill.
Besides, Meng Xie's battle in Zeniu's heavy cavalry made these people also a little admired, after all, such a fierce thing as burning Zeniu is not a man with a handle, who dares to do it.
Therefore, when Meng Xie inherited the Qilin Army, they also agreed.
Looking at the courtyard that was empty in an instant, Meng Xie shrugged his shoulders, put away the Demon Heart Qin, and stood up, only to find that Zhang De looked at him in surprise, as if he had just met.
"I said Brother Meng, okay, what kind of trick is this, teach me, in the future, I will also be on the battlefield, just sit casually, I can defeat a group of people, damn, think about it is very majestic. ”
Looking at Zhang De with a smile and a smile, Meng Xie didn't know how to answer, thought about it, and said earnestly: "Brother Zhang, you can't learn this thing, it mainly depends on temperament." ”
After saying this, Meng Xie was afraid that Zhang De would ask for anything, so he also turned around and went into the house.
"It mainly depends on temperament, what does this mean? Alas, Zhao Ming, you tell me, what is temperament. ”
Zhao Ming can't explain, he can't say it, it's okay for you to dance with guns and sticks, learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, wait for the next life, Zhang De, this guy, I'm afraid he will entangle himself all night.
"This thing... Hey, by the way, Meng Xie is now the leader of the Qilin Army, you can't call Meng Lao Brother and Meng Lao in the future, that doesn't seem very respectful. ”
Unable to think of how to answer, Zhao Ming deliberately diverted the topic and asked Zhang De to change the name of Meng Xie.
"What's that called? Brother Meng, I'm used to it. ”
"Let's call Childe, it's not appropriate for us to show up now, it's easy to hide our identity, okay, it's decided. ”
After Zhao Ming said this, he also entered Meng Xie's house, obviously having something to discuss with him.
Day 3.
The sky was overcast, and there was a light rain, as if the heroes were crying because of their grievances.
In the small courtyard of the Qilin Army's stronghold, covered with white, in the center of the courtyard, a mourning hall was erected.
In the middle of the mourning hall, there is a rectangular square table, on which is made of fine gloomy wood, with the words "Qilin Army Commander Tuoba Hong's Spirit Seat"
In front of the spirit tablet, there is a three-legged incense burner, in which three incense sticks are inserted, and the smoke is constantly wafting up.
On the ground not far in front of the table, there was a stove, and Meng Xie, who was wearing a white filial piety robe, added pieces of yellow paper to it.
"General, go all the way. ”
Behind him, Zhang De, Zhao Ming, Cao Kui and others all knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully.
With a "bang", the gate of the small courtyard was kicked open, and many people entered the courtyard with a hula and surrounded the mourning hall.
Subsequently, several figures walked in, and in the front was Qi Siyuan, the city lord of Liangzhou City, and next to them were Zuo Tianyu, Zhang Yang, and Zuo Tianyu, the silver gun.
"Today is the day of the festival of Tuoba Hong, and we will come to pay our respects. ”
Qi Siyuan looked at the Qilin Army soldiers who were glaring angrily, and fell the twilight on Meng Xie, who was motionless.
Meng Xie put the last piece of yellow paper in his hand into the stove, slowly stood up, and said with a straight face: "General Tuoba died because of you, you still have the face to worship, you are not welcome here." ”
"Yes, get out, the general is what you killed. ”
"Hurry up and get out, otherwise I will stab you to death with one shot!"
The soldiers of the Qilin Army spoke one after another, and the crowd was excited, and Cao Kui and Zhang De even took out their weapons and prepared for war.
"Meng Xie, don't forget that you are still a wanted criminal, it would be good if I didn't arrest you, do you still dare to talk like this? Zhang Zhiyuan died in your hands, and I haven't opened my mouth to seek revenge on you. ”
It was Zhang Yang who spoke, with a bit of madness on his face, obviously suppressing the idea of avenging Zhang Zhiyuan.
"Kill him, so what, I won't let go of any of the people who killed General Toba!"
Meng Xie's voice was not loud, but it was categorical.
"Since that's the case, then there's nothing to say, Meng Xie handed over the commander token of the Qilin Army, I'm afraid I'll let you go today. Otherwise, all of you will die here. ”
Anyway, his face had already been torn, and Qi Siyuan was not polite, and said the purpose of coming here.