"The owner, it's all here." Xing Xiaojiu puffed out his eyes and slowly opened the wooden boxes containing human heads.

"It's been a few days, I'm afraid it's going to rot."

Five thief chieftains, one head and five merits. But the current situation, because the city gate of Ping'an Town is closed, there is no way to send it to the official workshop. Although it was an unexpected joy, if he couldn't exchange for military merits, Chen Jing was still a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"One more round of charcoal."

The function of charcoal crushing is adsorption, so that the human head is dehydrated and dried. When the time comes, it will be sent to the official workshop, and as long as the outline can still be recognized, there will be no problem.

After washing his hands with soap powder, Chen Jing walked back to the edge of the clearing, frowning, thinking about what happened next. In front of him, several heroes in the horse farm were still tirelessly riding spears, and there was no slackness.

Even Li Heng, after his injury was a little better, he also wanted to follow the practice. Of course, he was persuaded by Chen Jing to go back.

At this time, Chen Jing raised his head, his eyes full of expectation.

It won't be long before the first round of horse racing is ready. During this time, he was not idle, not only the glass beads, but also the fruits such as peaches to urge penicillium, and then used the soil method to refine, and collected penicillin in a small half of a porcelain bottle.

These things, when they go to farther places, will definitely be sold to make money.

"Change the target!"

At this time, Xing Xiaojiu shouted loudly, disrupting Chen Jing's thoughts.

He looked up and looked expectantly into the clearing.

A few days ago, the two hunters collected from Tang Village were both good archers. Among them, the older ones can shoot the two-stone bow, which is almost the level of the dynasty's elite army.

This Orion's name is Zhao San, and he is illiterate, but he knows the weaknesses of the beasts in the mountains. Those who can pick into the horse farm, according to the old words, are somewhat different from ordinary people.

At this time, Zhao San held the family heirloom horn bow firmly in his hand. Twisting arrows, building bows, breaking strings, almost all in one go.

"Go!"

Whew—

The arrow pierced into the middle of the grass target, and it was nailed too deep, and the feather shaft shook several times.

The onlookers cheered.

Chen Jing also got up and cheered. Although there is not much time, these sword and bow riding skills can be life-saving capital in the future.

"Then I will practice according to the method I taught, brothers, if anyone hangs his tail, he will go to sweep the stable tonight, how about it?" Zhao San proposed to speak.

"Okay, I, Xing Xiaojiu, am the first to agree!" Xing Xiaojiu's eyes rolled and he quickly shouted. With martial arts, he has always been very confident.

It was probably because the color head was too small, Xing Xiaojiu hurriedly added another sentence.

"How about this, today is more than archery, sweeping the stables for three days in a row! Sweep for three days in a row, not one day! ”

……

The night was dark.

Xing Xiaojiu gritted his teeth, held a dustpan in one hand and a broom in the other, carefully tiptoed, and began to sweep up the horse manure under the light of the horse lamp.

"Xiao Jiu, why are you bothered?" Chen Jing sat on the side, holding a ground charcoal branch, writing and drawing on paper. It's not about drawing, it's about recording something that sparkles in the future, so that you can make money in the future.

Occasionally, he would look up and glance at Xing Xiaojiu in the stable.

"I didn't know that they had only been practicing for three days, and they would be so powerful." Xing Xiaojiu chattered, "You know, I use flying knives and hidden weapons, not bows and arrows." ”

"And you're better than?"

"Tomorrow...... It's my turn to sweep the stables. ”

Chen Jing's face was speechless. As a master of the Chen family's horse gang town, Xing Xiaojiu is not good at archery, which is really a pity.

Putting down the charcoal branch, Chen Jing got up, planning to go to the stove hall and ask the Hu family to help prepare a snack for Xing Xiaojiu.

When he got out of the stable, he stopped. Raising his head, he looked up in silence and saw a man in white, with a sword in his arms, standing alone on the top of the stable, with his back facing the sky.

About to find Chen Jing, the man in white lowered his gaze, the figure shook, and in the blink of an eye, it fell to the ground lightly, like stepping on cotton, subtle and silent.

Chen Jing frowned and pressed the sword under his waist.

Xing Xiaojiu rushed out from behind, flew out and slashed towards the man in white.

Clang.

The man in white turned around silently, blocking the long sword in his hand, Xing Xiaojiu staggered back, but immediately stabilized his body, roared angrily and twisted his arm, and slashed down with a heavy knife.

The man in white raised his hand and blocked Xing Xiaojiu back, but his own footsteps also moved back half an inch. The man raised his head and looked at Xing Xiaojiu seriously before speaking in a cold tone.

"Don't use a knife."

Chen Jing hesitated and asked Xing Xiaojiu to put away the knife. Even Xing Xiaojiu couldn't please him, and without preparation, it was estimated that all the Zhuang people rushed up together, and they were just asking for their own hardships.

"Sir has already arrived?"

The man in white straightened his robe, looked back, and looked at Chen Jing seriously.

"Your night watchman, there is nothing to do, I have put it in the haystack."

In the racecourse, according to Chen Jing's instructions, two people will be arranged to patrol the night every night. One patrol in the first half of the night, the other in the second half of the night, to avoid disasters.

"Why are you still waiting so quietly when the gentleman comes?"

The man was silent, "I'm afraid of disturbing the women and children, I've been waiting for you." You should know what I'm here for. ”

"Let's go out and talk." The man turned, his white robe fluttering in the wind.

"Owner, you and I have seen this person, and he flew over at the head of the alley—"

"Get out first." Chen Jing froze his voice, took Xing Xiaojiu, followed the man, and walked to the open space where the horse was running.

The white-robed man brushed the bench and raised his hand to invite.

"I remember, I saw you."

"I've seen my husband too." Chen Jing sat down beside him, his tone calm.

During the curfew in Ping'an Town, he was blocked by the people of Zitang, missed the time to go home, and hid in the alley with Xing Xiaojiu, and when he looked up, he saw the white-robed young man in front of him, passing over his head with great effort.

"You ought to know what I'm here for?"

"Yes." Chen nodded, "You should have checked it many times during this time. My roof in Bluestone Lane was all turned upside down. ”

The white-robed man said apologetically, "My subordinates are all rough men, and it is inevitable that they will be anxious to do things, so I hope you will forgive me." But I hope you understand that the wooden box is very important to us. ”

"If I hadn't been here tonight, I'm afraid there would have been a sword light."

The latter sentence clearly has some threatening implications.

"Xiao Jiu, give the knife to Mr., the blood is sticky, and it will not be good to dirty Mr.'s sword." Chen Jingmian opened his mouth without changing his color.

The white-robed man's face was silent for a long time before he spoke again.

"Where's the stuff?"

"It's hidden, no one can find it except me. Otherwise, the gentleman searched the horse farm several times, but could not find it. ”

The white-robed man hesitated, and slowly put the sword in his hand aside.

"It's been a long time since I've seen anyone like you."

"My name is Yuan Siqiao, and I have a slight name on the rivers and lakes."

Chen Jing was still searching his mind, and Xing Xiaojiu next to him was already shocked.

"Eight mountains, six rivers and four bridges...... Qingfeng rudder, Yuan chief helmsman? ”

"Exactly, politely."

In the evening breeze, Yuan Siqiao raised his head, and his eyebrows were full of indissoluble sorrow and exhaustion.