"What's the matter, are you really angry with your brother?"

Mu Chenxue didn't look at Wei Zimo, and said in a sharp voice, "Hmph! You're a scoundrel, liar......"

Wei Zimo was a little upset: "Huh? Brother Piqiu, how did I suddenly become a scoundrel and a liar? Also perverted ......"

Mu Chenxue hesitated for a moment, and finally found a reason: "You haven't fought with me, you are not helpless, and besides, you actually wanted to touch my ears yesterday......"

Mu Chenxue paused after saying half a sentence.

Wei Zimo didn't fight back, he let himself make more than ten moves but couldn't get close, this was to give him Mu Chenxue's face, not a scoundrel!

If it is really excessive, the dismissal is occasionally a different statement.

What made Wei Zimo wonder was that he really wanted to touch Mu Chenxue's ears yesterday, which was also caused by Mu Chenxue. At that time, he said that Yang Zao's earlobes were particularly big, and he had the appearance of an emperor! Wei Zimo found that Mu Chenxue's ears were very small, so he wanted to touch them.

Actually, what do you lose by touching it? How did Wei Zimo become a liar and a scoundrel?

After all, Wei Zimo is two years older than Mu Chenxue, there is no need and should not be like him, not to mention that he already regards Mu Chenxue as a younger brother in his heart.

So he smiled softly and said, "Brother Piqiu's words are bad, your skills are not necessarily in knives and guns, to be honest!" You only need to use your brain, and you can do great things without blood, which is the real big skill. Do you see which emperor seized the country and had to go to the battlefield and sacrifice his life to forget his death......"

Mu Chenxue is really coaxing, as soon as Wei Zimo said this, he immediately smiled.

The return journey was quite smooth, and while talking, the two of them were in the black pine forest under Shaohua Mountain.

Looking back, it seems to be a world away, and it is hard to imagine that there is such an isolated secret realm as Lanlu hidden in the deep mountains.

The black pine forest is more than 60 miles away from the deep mountain Lanlu, because there is no road in the barren valley inside, it is difficult for ordinary people to reach it in a day, but it can be reached in a moment.

After more than ten miles, you will arrive at the market town outside the mountain, but this black pine forest is particularly desolate and terrifying, the dense black pine covers the sky and the sun, and there is not much sunlight in the daytime, not to mention that it is almost dark now.

"Brother Zimo, when I get to the town, I want to eat roast chicken."

Mu Chenxue is just a child, she just met Wei Zimo with a "soldier", and in the blink of an eye, she was like a fart sticking to Wei Zimo, and she was clamoring for something delicious.

"Shh......h

Wei Zimo suddenly put up the empty finger sleeve of his left hand without an index finger, put it to his lips and sighed, signaling Mu Chenxue to silence.

There was not much light in the sky, and the black pine forest was even darker, and the whirring wind was wrapped in snowflakes, whimpering like a ghost, which was very terrifying.

The ancient pine is 15 or 6 meters high, and the canopy on the top is intertwined, and the thick shade overlaps, covering the sky and the sun. Even in broad daylight, there isn't much sunlight seeping in, let alone when it's dark.

Fortunately, the space below is quite empty, and the ground is covered with snow, so you can see far away.

A fork in the road was in front of him, one south and one north, all more than three feet wide, and the light snow was paved like salt, and it was not difficult to believe in the reins.

Wei Zimo sighed, and the two immediately stopped and listened.

The atmosphere in the black pine forest is very tight, and I can't hear anything abnormal.

Wei Zimo suddenly put the index finger and thumb of his right hand into his mouth and let out a small whistle.

A dove sprinted down from the canopy and landed on his shoulder.

Mu Chenxue was not surprised, in the sound of the whirring wind like a ghost crying, Wei Zimo could actually feel the existence of a pigeon, this ear kung fu is very good!

Wei Zimo tore off a bamboo pipe from the pigeon's feet, took out a note, and with a wave of his hand, the pigeon fluttered away.

On the note was the handwriting of Wei Fu Fence, and there were only two words: Quick return.

Quick return, of course, refers to the capital, not Xiyue Peak.

Such a secret order will not be leaked even if it falls into anyone's hands. There are only two words "quick return", there is no signature, and there is no place to explain, if you don't know the cause and effect, even the heavenly master will be difficult to understand the mystery.

Where do you go back, what do you do, visit relatives and friends, do business as an official, hoe and plough the land? Still is......

Fortunately, Wei Zimo knew the tradition of flying pigeons in Longhuying, and he had also seen his father-in-law's carrier pigeons and handwriting.

The most important thing is that his sword is still in the Guard's Mansion.

However, he still felt a little confused, because he didn't know why his father-in-law was eager to summon him back to Beijing at this time.

In fact, even if Wei Fu Fence does not summon Wei Zimo back to Beijing, he will also go back, the Spirit Void Divine Sword is the treasure of Xiyue Peak, and it is the life ~ root ~ son of Mr. Xiyue, he can't just put it in Wei Wei's Mansion and ignore it.

What surprised Wei Zimo even more was that he had just finished handing over the task and had just walked out of Shaohua Mountain, and the carrier pigeons of Weiwei Mansion were waiting at the bottom of the mountain. Wei Fu Fence is really like a god, and the time and place are very well controlled.

Wei Zimo didn't know whether to admire or be afraid: it seemed that his every move couldn't escape the eyes of his father-in-law.

"Piqiu, my brother can't treat you to supper." Wei Zimo is really sorry.

Mu Chenxue bit her lip and fluttered a pair of long eyelashes, very aggrieved.

After a long time, he said, "I knew that you were a liar in the first place......"

He was about to cry.

After three days of getting along, the two of them can be regarded as having a heart-to-heart connection, and they cooperated tacitly, and they kidnapped Yang Xiaozao, the youngest son of the Yang family, without moving a knife or a sword, and unknowingly sent Yang Xiaozao into the secret realm of Shaohua Mountain, and the task was completed very well.

Although there is no life-and-death battle, the two have also become brothers in life and death.

Wei Zimo was also very reluctant to Mu Chenxue, and when he saw his appearance, he felt even more sad: "Piqiu, brother, I just received a secret order, and I have to go back to the capital." You and my brother will say goodbye, at most five days, my brother will go to the southern foot to find you. ”

It stands to reason that Wei Zimo shouldn't have said this to Mu Chenxue. The dead soldiers of the various rudder divisions of the Dragon Horse Battalion, in addition to cooperating with the mission, should not get along with each other for old age.

They are just brothers on the battlefield, dead soldiers who defend their families and defend the country, and the rivers and lakes of the Western Han Dynasty do not allow them to grow up with their children? !

Even if they are dead men with the same rudder, their respective tasks cannot be told to other people.

Fortunately, Wei Zimo just went back to the capital.

He just knew that he was just going back to the capital.

Mu Chenxue didn't appreciate it, snorted coldly, and said, "I'm afraid that when you get to the southern foothills, you may not be able to see me." ”

What words, life and death are common.

Wei Zimo smiled and said patiently: "Don't be childish, Piqiu, these days of getting along, you have made my brother very happy, I will definitely go to Nanlu to find you." ”

What he said was the truth, back to Xiyue Peak, only Zhang Wu Wangwen and him could laugh, Master's stinky face, it was difficult to laugh once in more than ten years. The other brothers and sisters all treated his waste as a shit, which was boring.

Although the Longbi camp is strictly disciplined, it is not too difficult for Wei Zimo to find an interface to go to the southern foot to see the ball, after all, he is also the righteous son of the head of the battalion, and Mr. Xiyue does not look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha.

But when he thought of seeing Wei Fuli the day before yesterday, he felt that this stepfather had too many things on his mind, as well as the tension in Xiyue Peak recently, Wei Zimo felt that his Haikou was exaggerated.

As a dead soldier in the Dragon Horse Battalion, although he has not made a particularly big move for a long time, his nerves are tense at all times.

Especially in the past three months, Xiyue Peak has been in a state of preparation at all times.

In the past fifteen years, Wei Zimo has not felt such anger, he has come out to study and practice hard all day long, he is a living dead man who eats and drinks nonsense. Of course, the spiritual level is also very depressing, whether he wants to accept the master's teaching, what kind of warning education such as shouldering the righteousness of the world, swearing allegiance to the imperial court, and generously dying at any time, he is tired of it.

No one told him about the warmth and coldness of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the taste of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and he was about to lose the feeling of a normal person.

Zhang Wu Wangwen is just two small followers, and they have only been together for a year, and they can't talk about confidants. And Mu Chenxue is the first normal person he has come into contact with in the past eighteen years.

Master Mr. Xiyue, in Wei Zimo's eyes, is more often a devil, a cold-blooded animal who only has dead soldiers and no apprentices in his eyes.

But then again, without Master Mr. Xiyue, he Wei Zimo would not have such attainments; Without fifteen years of hard work, it would be impossible for him to practice the peerless swordsmanship of "One Sword Ghost Sorrow" and become the first dead soldier in the Dragon Horse Battalion.

Fortunately, Mr. Xiyue opened up the second line of Ren Du for him, and with the century-old skill given by Kun Dan, he was only in a short period of time.

In the past three days, Wei Zimo and Mu Chenxue have fought together, eaten and drank together, watched the scenery together, fought together, and thought about when they would meet again......

Mu Chenxue would cry sadly for one of his severed fingers, and made him this glove.

Just now they were fighting together, angry, and clamoring to eat roast chicken when they turned around......

Wei Zimo found out that the dead man was also an animal with feelings.

But now that Wei Fuli's order has come, Wei Zimo is always reluctant, and he has to leave this ball brother.

The rivers and lakes that belong to the dead have no children, not to mention that the other party is just a partner of his own, a boy who is only sixteen years old.

Mu Chenxue was also very sad, and took Wei Zimo's words and said, "Brother Zimo, I'm sorry, I've been making you angry these days. Now that you have received the secret order from the capital, then you can go and get busy. Don't go to the southern foothills, maybe I will receive some secret order tomorrow, and it's hard to say where I went, you and my brother will say goodbye, goodbye to the rivers and lakes! ”

"Say goodbye, goodbye!"

Wei Zimo decided to ignore Mu Chenxue's hypocrisy, he was afraid that if he delayed any longer, he would follow the hypocrisy.

So he shook the reins and rode the sweaty BMW stolen by Mu Chenxue three days ago, and was about to gallop away from the fork in the road to the south.

As soon as the horse turned around, Mu Chenxue behind him shouted in a fuss: "Brother Zimo......"

This shout was heartbreaking.

Wei Zimo hesitated, but didn't look back, and shook the reins again.

"Wait a minute!"

Mu Chenxue rode over and had one more thing in her hand.

It turned out to be another glove.

The corners of Wei Zimo's mouth squirmed a few times, and finally stretched out his empty right hand towards Mu Chenxue.

Mu Chenxue didn't give him gloves, and his face was eccentric.

"Brother Zimo, this glove ...... Actually, you don't need it, I'll just carry it, I'm just here to tell you, in case we can see each other again in ten or eight years, thirty or fifty years later, and we don't know each other anymore, just use these gloves as evidence. ”