"I just found out. Seeing that Xu Li hadn't left, Chu Sleeve sighed a little resignedly, and was even a little brisk. After saying that, he punched a person, although the man in black heard the words of his companion, he didn't dare to believe it when he saw her punch, and raised his knife to parry.

Who knew that Chu Sleeve saw that the man in black was like a great enemy, so he just slapped it lightly on the knife and retreated.

Seeing that Chu Sleeve really didn't know martial arts, the man in black secretly felt ashamed of what he had just done, and hurriedly stepped forward with his companion with a knife.

However, as soon as the knife was halfway swinged, his arm suddenly lost his strength, and he suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe, and when he looked down, he saw that there was a Gu worm in his hand at some point, his whole body was gray, and he was biting into his hand.

The man in black tried to shake it off, but suddenly he fell to the ground in front of him, and a black thread was wrapped around his neck at some point.

Just before the man in black fell, the other three had already rushed up, and two swords and a dagger stabbed into Chu Sleeve's vital point, and before he knew it, the time for a cup of tea had passed.

Yin Hong's blood instantly covered the plain robe, and Chu Sleeve took a deep breath, "Do you know why General Yang fought in Southern Xinjiang for the longest time?"

The three black-clothed men were still wondering how they stabbed in with a single blade this time, and secretly recalled the way they used their strength this time, and they were a little stunned when they suddenly heard this inexplicable question, and just wanted to hear what the answer was, they heard Chu Sleeve mutter: "It's not because of the old ......."

Looking at Chu Sleeve, who fell with a smile on his face, the three of them were in a trance for a while, and then they remembered that there was still someone who had not been killed.

Yuantian, who was tied to the ground lying on his side, saw Chu Sleeve falling, and inexplicably remembered two words in his heart: Sir. I will take revenge, a fart gentleman. Motoda closed his eyes in some pain, but immediately opened them again, his eyes glowing with determination.

Over there, Xu Li saw that his wife was gone, but the gray look in his eyes was difficult to hide, and he picked up the broken thin sword lying at his feet, looking a little dazed.

What will Brother Yang Qi do at this time? Turn around and run away or kill himself? If his wife dies in front of him, he will probably do his best.

The blood flowed down his arm to the hilt of the sword, and then fell to the ground with an inaudible ticking sound......

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An Yan twenty-three years, spring, Xiliang in the mountains and forests.

General Yang leaned against a large tree, panting and drinking from the water bladder. The armor on the front chest was crisscrossed with seven or eight knife marks, some of which had been cut through, and there were blood stains on the holes.

Xu Li walked from the side, but there were no scars on his body, but he was a little disgraced.

"The casualties were counted, and the Imperial Guards suffered 4,796 wounded and 2,135 killed. There were 20,000 cavalry in Xiliang, 1,811 killed, 1,201 prisoners, and more than 2,000 horses. ”

"Hmm. Yang Qi nodded expressionlessly.

"Our Imperial Forest Army has killed a lot of powerful people, what should we do about this?" Xu Li asked with a frown.

"They came voluntarily, and I can't bring everyone back. ”

"Cheng Engong's son is also dead. ”

Yang Qi was stunned, this time he was able to retreat from the enemy by relying on that bait, and the team that was the bait needed a talented person to be the leader. Cheng Engong's son Zhao Li volunteered to be the leader, and Yang Qi and Zhao Li both knew that it was most likely an errand with no return.

Yang Qi said while unloading his armor: "Pass the order, rest in place for five days, don't worry about the enemy attacking." ”

Five days later, a soldier came to the camp, but before he could take out the letter he had hidden on his body, he fainted and was helped to rest in a tent.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Yang Qi looked at the letter in his hand: Congratulations to the father-in-law for retreating from the enemy with 50,000 foot soldiers and 20,000 Xiliang Xiaocai, but this court is still turbulent, and I hope that the father-in-law will return to Beijing as soon as possible after his success.

"What bullshit is written. Yang Qi muttered. Picked up the pen and paper on the side and replied: I hope that His Royal Highness the Prince will learn more from his brother, although he has just established the prince, the number of courtesies should be complete.

Writing about this, I bit the pen shaft, dipped it in ink, and continued to write: Lao Tzu, a person who hasn't read for a few days, writes so much, why did you, who grew up with snacks and ink, write such a thing.

After writing it, he looked up and closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and then wrote: You have just become a regent, and your prestige should be established, don't be too cowardly.

After writing it, I sighed and asked people to send the letter, and I didn't forget to add a sentence: no need to hurry.

Xu Li walked in at this time and asked, "What are we going to do next?"

"Go back to Beijing. ”

"Xiliang is not fighting?"

"They know it hurts. ”

"What about the captives?"

"Let it go. ”

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At Mr. Nanshan's house, Mr. Nanshan had just told the three of them a story about a skeleton that had been dead for many years and woke up and found that it was not in his tomb and was looking for a grave, and the two little girls were amazed.

The three of them had never seen a skeleton, so they naturally didn't understand the oppressive horror that skeletons gave people, but their first impression of skeletons became cute.

Mr. Nanshan would tell them stories every time, but he never told them the truth in the story, and the three of them sometimes understood it, and sometimes they were confused.

After today's speech, Mr. Nanshan did not continue to teach them to read sentences, but said very abruptly: "I will leave here after today." Yuanyuan will go home early to reunite with his family, and the two of you will go to your city as usual. ”

When the three of them learned that Mr. Nanshan was leaving, they couldn't accept it for a while, after all, they had been together for some time and had some feelings.

Yuan Yuanyuan had the deepest feelings, and couldn't wait to ask: "Where are you going, Grandpa Nanshan?"

"You'll know when you're older. Mr. Nanshan said with a smile.

Yang Xiaoyang knew that this was a foolish sentence, but what he didn't expect was that this sentence would become true later.

"Then we'll take our leave. Yang Xiaoyang knelt on the ground and made a big salute and took Xiao Di away. Yuan Yuanyuan hugged Mr. Nanshan and said that he would grow up early and go home.

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Finally found Zizhu in the north and came to the gate of Tianping City, and suddenly smelled a smell of blood coming from the south of the city, worried that something would happen to the person he wanted to protect, so he hurriedly galloped over and hid in a tree on the side.

I saw four black-clothed people lying in the courtyard, as well as a big man and a woman, who obviously looked out of breath. Then he saw a man bound on the ground and said, "What about the medicine you said?"

One of the men in black nodded, and a person next to him stepped forward with a sword, "Your father is already dead." And he pierced him with a sword.

At this time, another little girl walked in from outside the courtyard, and several people in black looked a little angry, and immediately stepped forward and stabbed to death with a sword, and the little girl died before she could scream.

Zizhu rarely went down the mountain, and thought that the people outside the mountain were as amiable as the old man in the village, but he never thought that a few people would not even let go of children of a few years old.

Suddenly, the fire rose from his heart, jumped down from the tree, and pulled out the three feet behind him. With a wave of his hand, the sword was already running with the meaning of withering grass and trees, and with a horizontal swing of the sword, it directly enveloped the four black-clothed people.

The man in black secretly sighed that today's assassination was really full of twists and turns, and there were really a lot of people who wanted to kill him, so he had to meet it. Who knew that when he just looked at the swept sword, he felt a little more defeated in his heart, and felt that death was not a relief.

There is no difference between the masters, and the strength of several people is not as good as Zizhu, so a few people will lose their lives when their minds are floating.

Zizhu was angry and killed a few people on the spur of the moment just now, but he didn't regret it, and after thinking about it with his own brain, which had never looked for Bei on weekdays, he found out that these few people in black were not the seven or eight masters that Uncle Shi said. The few people lying on the ground should have a lot to do with the two children, if they could have come earlier......

Zizhu didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he thought of a way to compensate the two, and as soon as he thought about it, he raised his feet and went to the city to find someone. As soon as he walked to the south of the city, he saw two people coming out of the roadside shop, who were the people he was looking for.

I saw that the boy was holding a few oil-paper bags in his hand, and the little girl was holding a string of sugar gourds in his hand, and when there was only one left, she gave it to the boy on the side. The boy looked a little disgusted, but when he looked at the little girl's smiling face, he still ate it, and the little girl's smile was even better.

Zizhu is either practicing or practicing swords on the mountain, and the people he sees are either fellow brothers or elders on the mountain, how can he ever see such a warm scene. Thinking that the two of them might have lost an important person, he felt pity and decided to do something.

Zizhu returned to the courtyard, looked at the corpses in the courtyard and sighed, took out a bag of powder from his arms and sprinkled it on the corpse of the man in black, and in a moment the bones of several men in black were gone. With a sigh, he headed north.

A few days later, Zizhu greeted the setting sun and galloped south......