Hearing this, Huo Ran, the old handsome brother Shu, glanced at Hu Yanhui, nodded, and said, "It's okay, I happen to have something to discuss with you." ”

Hu Yanhui arched his hand, and then, the two of them walked side by side, leading their respective groups of relatives and soldiers, and disappeared at the end of the treasury.

Seeing this line of uninvited guests leave one after another, the outside of this mansion suddenly became peaceful and harmonious again.

Scattered.

It was a good gathering, but it didn't usher in a good dispersion.

In fact, friends fight back and forth, but in the end, they have to say goodbye to heaven and man.

Life is too short, how about winning? What if you lose? When Lord Yama wants to take you in, he can't keep it if he wants to.

The result is often that the vicissitudes of time have passed, people have gone to tea and cool, and the homesickness of Mochizuki has been yesterday's past, and things are not people, only a thousand tears.

Again, it's better to cherish the people in front of you.

Between friends, after getting together all year round, when it comes to separation, it's just a matter of one or two sentences.

Even if the two of them talk a lot, just a cup of tea and a meal, it will be gone.

Then, they counted the fallen leaves and counted their steps, and walked home.

In life, it is not easy to gather, but it is simple to disperse......

Cao Wuming snapped his fingers in the air - the six shadows moved, swept away like a storm and lightning, and when they came back to their senses, the six 'night not collected' soldiers disappeared into the night

Before Yang Tingfeng could admire, Cao Wuming pointed at him again, and said coldly: "You, come with me!" ”

After speaking, she turned around and left, Yang Tingfeng saw this and immediately followed, needless to say.

The two of them went all the way north, at this time, it was late at night, and it was a bitterly cold weather, and the weather dropped to freezing.

But seeing that the clouds were dense and the wind was gradually rising, the snow was rolling down one after another.

After walking more than half a mile, I saw a mountain temple on the halfway road.

Yang Tingfeng looked at it at a glance:

I saw that on a winding stone road, there were countless lifelike ghost statues, which was daunting. In the main hall of the mountain god, it is dilapidated, dusty, cobwebs are vertical and horizontal, and the murals on the wall have been invaded by wind and snow, and the colors are blurred.

......

When the moon was already in the west, there were three people sitting around the fire pond in the mountain temple, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

It is Yang Tingfeng, Jing Chuwei, and Cao Wuming.

It is said that Jing Chuwei, after hurriedly sending the eldest grandson to the stone prison of the Shuaifu, went to the 'Night Not Collected' camp to receive the arrow.

Then, quickly turned back here.

After all, as Yang Tingfeng's direct director, he had to preside over a simple joining ceremony.

According to the old rule of 'no harvest at night', the new brothers had to eat three bowls of wine in front of the mountain temple:

The first bowl is blood wine, the second bowl is bitter wine, and the third bowl is cloudy wine.

"Thunder...... Thunderstorm, please...... Please stretch ...... Out of the arms! Jing Chuwei took out a heart-cutting knife from her waist and slashed it lightly on Yang Tingfeng's arm, and the blood beads dripped into the wine bowl one by one.

She was still not very familiar with this new brother, so she was a little awkward when she called his name.

In the end, she is just a girl who has not come out of the cabinet, and her face is still quite thin.

However, according to Cao Wuming, this stuttering problem will be fine after getting acquainted with each other.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Tingfeng drank the slightly sour blood wine in one gulp.

Jing Chuwei poured another bowl, crushed some green fruits in her hand, sprinkled the juice in the wine, and in the mountain temple, a strange bitter taste suddenly spread, she picked up the bowl and handed it to Yang Tingfeng.

Yang Tingfeng drank bitter wine, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, he looked at Jing Chuwei and did not answer.

Jing Chuwei glanced at him, didn't say anything, and only whispered: "Drinking the wine of this fruit can eliminate the breath of people, and it will not be harassed by the blood wolf and black bear on the Gelgong grassland." ”

Yang Tingfeng nodded and drank it all.

In this strange atmosphere, Cao Wuming was still anxious, and she didn't know whether she was worried about the safety of her eldest grandson or this mission.

"Hey, hey, you're pretty much right! Still? ”

She didn't have the energy to go around in circles, so she hurriedly took out a sheepskin map from her arms, knelt by the fire, slowly unfolded it, and proposed the next task of the kiss team: "Chu Wei, Old Man Huo asked us to sneak back to the West Beacon Tower this time, what are we trying to retrieve?" Didn't he know that the beacon towers were now occupied by the Northern Barbarians? What's the point of going back? ”

The old man Huo in her mouth, formerly known as 'Huo Youcheng', is over sixty years old, and is the current leader of 'Night Never Harvest', and he is also a legendary assassin with superb skills, and has a high reputation in the border army.

"Actually...... In fact, they are looking for a secret passage entrance. Jing Chuwei's single eye emitted a vigilant cold light, "According to legend, Huo Yixuan's grandfather, the Blood Wolf Khan Boshuo, once led eight hundred grassland warriors to follow this secret passage, like a divine soldier descending from the sky, and the border army was caught off guard at that time, and almost lost the second city of Zisai. ”

Hearing this, Yang Tingfeng and Cao Wuming were both shocked and looked at each other.

"Entrance to the West Beacon Secret Passage?" Yang Tingfeng was stunned, he really didn't understand - he had been in Xifenghuo for eight years, but he had never heard the veterans talk about it. No, even the oldest soldier with the most qualifications in the beacon fire, Lao Liangtou, I'm afraid I don't know, right?

In my memory, the image of the West Beacon Fire is probably nothing more than Taicheng, the sea of sand, and dry bones.

"Why, I never knew ......" Yang Tingfeng muttered, suddenly waking up, "Could it be .......?"

"Let's go." Jing Chuwei put away the heart-splitting knife, looked at him with a complicated expression, and said in a low voice: "Ah...... So you don't know either? I thought it would ...... I thought it was ...... from your mouth There's more information about it. ”

After a pause, Jing Chuwei added and told Yang Tingfeng everything she knew: "I also got the information from the Jairus team just now, Huo Yixuan is cunning, and he is afraid that I will 'not collect it at night' and burn its grain and grass, so I will transfer the grain and grass to the West Beacon Tower. With the support of the beacon tower, the facilities should have been reinforced from the outside, and the walls should be repaired from the inside. However, the colleagues of the Jairian team noticed that the tents of the Northern Barbarians were curtained, the sound of shovels was heard from time to time, and slaves were sent out in groups all day long, and the amount was considerable. ”

"Hmm...... Chu Wei, what do you mean? Cao Wuming didn't understand what he meant, and blurted out.

Yang Tingfeng had a flash of inspiration and said, "Jing Shichang, could it be that the entrance to this secret passage is the underground place of the West Beacon Tower?" ”

Hearing this, Jing Chuwei bowed her head to him, approving, and thought, "This kid is really a little smart." ”

"Hey, hey, Chu Wei, I still don't understand what Old Man Huo means, since it's a grain storage point, let's just set a fire and burn the grain and grass they have hoarded? Even if the Northern Barbarians don't retreat, the offensive should be greatly reduced, how can it be more cost-effective than finding the secret passage that there is not? Cao Wuming laughed and said proudly.

Yang Tingfeng also said: "Cao Wuchang is right, no matter how you look at it, it is more meaningful to burn the grain and grass, right?" ”

Jing Chuwei was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said: "You only know one thing but you don't know the other, the people of the Northern Barbarian Grassland eat cattle and sheep dairy products, and cattle and sheep must also be raised by grass. However, after the careful observation of the colleagues of the Jianwei team, the grain and grass here are mostly corn, and they are mainly consumed by the people and slaves, but the Northern Barbarian soldiers who are in charge of guarding them have special people to deliver food every day. Isn't it strange? ”

Yang Tingfeng was taken aback, and said with a blue face: "What does Jing Shichang mean is that this secret path matter is a fake news specially released by the Beiman, but it is actually to lure my 'night not collect' brothers to come out, so that they can be caught all in one go?" ”

Hearing this, Jing Chuwei's single eyes shone brightly in the firelight, "Yes, did you think so too?" ”

Yang Tingfeng's fists clenched imperceptibly, and he nodded: "Yes, the art of war is cloudy, but it can't be repeated." Huo Yixuan predicted that after we 'did not harvest at night', we would repeat our old tricks and burn the grain and grass. And he also knows that my 'night does not collect' people act secretly, and if it is an investigation operation, the manpower is generally maintained at about 10 people. But to burn the grain and grass such a large-scale action, it is necessary to mobilize 100 people. ”

With one hundred and ten people in action, it is almost close to the full staff of 'Night No Collection', isn't this exactly what Beiban wants?

Cao Wuming seemed to be a little puzzled, she raised her eyebrows and said, "It's really strange, Huo Yixuan is so tormented, just to eliminate us and others?" You know, my brother who 'doesn't accept at night', everyone is a skilled martial artist, how do you know that we can't succeed? What if it happens? Isn't he a chicken and an egg? ”

"You know, nameless, even if we succeed in setting fire to the grain; What he lost was only a few soldiers and a few slaves, and it was not a pity that he would die when he died. Jing Chuwei explained, "But if he really lured us and the others out, or discovered the secret passage that his grandfather walked, wouldn't it be a big surprise?" This 'deal', he can't lose anything! ”