Rain at the beginning of winter,

It's dripping, it's cold and cold!

The golden fallen leaves were kneaded into the earth and turned into mud, and the residual warmth of the sun in the past was also crushed away.

Dressed in a green shirt and Taoist robe of the Guanlou Sect, Mao Zhenhuang breathed cold air and walked in the muddy field of the barracks, which was very uncomfortable.

Without him, someone is too fat!

When others walk on the ground like this, they may be full of mud when they go down, but our Mao Dazhen people have half of their calves sunk into it.

The muddy ground is like this, when the weather is dry, it is the road, and the rain is not stronger than the mud pond.

"What kind of eyes! I haven't seen the fat man in the northwest?"

Raising his left foot that was stuck in the mud, Mao Zhenhuang finally couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at the two Zhengxiao Sect monks next to him.

After being so rainy and rainy, after five days of "staying" in his dog tent, Mao Zhenhuang not only felt that the kennel was damp, but also that he was a little moldy.

I really couldn't hold it back, so I came out to wander around twice, and I wanted to go to the gambling military tent to chat with Zhai Lao Liu and drink some wine, but all the five monks around me whispered to him along the way.

The two people of Zhengxiao Sect in front of them are not the first to do this, but the fifth wave!

Five days ago, after their group of soldiers and monks fought with Zhao Guo in the northwest of Daliang, the corpses slaughtered by that group of white-shirted monks were all over the field, and the total number of soldiers in Daliang was only 30,000, and less than 4,000 of them ran back alive.

And there are not many monks of the five sects, who were slashed by the opponent's heavenly killing, and can still be as lively as him Mao Zhenhuang and Zhai Laoliu, it is estimated that there are less than a hundred.

The losses of this war for the Great Zhao State were not ordinarily heavy, and if so many people died, it would be counted.

The most serious thing is that Guo Shigan, the leading general of the Northwest Army, was killed directly in battle, and after the war, he didn't even find all the corpses, so he picked up the only remaining half of the head.

Not only did the leading general die in battle, but also the resident monk of the ancestor of the pit, Huayang Tianzong Yonghezi, after a battle with the group of white-shirted monks of the Zhao Kingdom, left a sentence Half a month later, someone came to serve as the resident monk here, and directly patted his ass and left.

In the two years since they came here, they have lost five cities, made a lot of Xuanjing, and only fought one battle with the enemy monks, and when they left, they were not even interested in taking a look at the only remaining five sect monks.

And these add up to create a state of state in the barracks at this time.

The dead should be buried, the injured should be screamed, and the living people have no one to care about at all, and those who are willing to gamble will gather, and those who are willing to prostitute will sneak away to Dunyang City, which is twelve miles away.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may!

It's very much in line with the style of the place.

The only thing that makes people feel relieved is that after the group of white-shirted monks of Zhao Kingdom were beaten by Yonghezi, they didn't seem to be attacking their group of crippled people, but built a defensive line on the opposite side.

What kind of moth is Zhao Guo playing, Mao Zhenhuang and their group of monks don't know at all.

Not only did they not know, but none of the Liang State military camps knew about it.

Don't want to know either!

Forget about the soldiers, the monks of the five sects here were all excluded from the sect and were sent here.

The sect can't go back, and they can't run and run, in such a tragic war, everyone knows their next fate.

Not to mention the characters like Zhai Laoliu who have been here for thirty or forty years, like Mao Zhenhuang, who can survive in this rotten place for ten years, are only a few.

Live one day at a time!

This idea is the same from top to bottom.

"It's just a curse!"

Looking at the two Zhengxiao Sect monks who had run away, Mao Zhenhuang muttered proudly, then raised his feet and walked towards the big tent of "black smoke miasma" in front of him.

However, as soon as he walked to the door, before his feet stepped in, Mao Zhenhuang had already vaguely felt the "proprietary" atmosphere here.

"One cup and two cups stride, three cups and four cups to support the wall, five cups and six cups to walk the wall, I don't go, drink a pound of sister and carry me away!"

"Haha~~~ Blind Chen, you're fucking prodigal again. ”

"Open~Open~~"

"Four, five, or six o'clock!"

"Liu Daya, what idea are you, did you blow it up?"

......

But as soon as Mao Zhenhuang's feet full of mud stepped in, the sweat on his big plate came down, and the sweat of the bean began to drip down his head as if he didn't want money.

Quiet!

It's outrageously quiet.

The foot had not yet landed, but he could feel the silence of the needle falling inside.

"Hehe~~ Big... Everybody eats... It's fun, ha!"

Looking at twenty or thirty pairs of staring eyes, Mao Zhenhuang twitched the corners of his mouth, resisted the urge to withdraw his feet, and stepped in.

The wine gourd was empty, and he didn't come here for any other purpose, just to get some drinks and go back.

These twenty or thirty pairs of eyes moved six steps in with Mao Zhenhuang's body, and they didn't even blink a glance, until Mao Zhenhuang's legs trembled and sat directly on the nearest chair, and this kind of gaze disappeared by as much as half.

Mao Zhenhuang's scalp exploded instantly!

"Come, come, come!"

"Don't give me a transfer, and drink it. ”

"Four-Body Failure to Attend"

"No Grains"

"Hello brothers"

"It's all here"

"Seven Tricks"

"Eight Birds"

......

"Hoo ~~~~~"

Where did Mao Zhenhuang dare to raise his head, and after listening to the noise around him again, he didn't dare to breathe in an instant, and he exhaled a heavy breath in an instant, which almost didn't suffocate him to death.

When things are normal, there must be demons!

I involuntarily went to get the wine glass on the table and didn't know whose one, but when the glass came to his mouth, Mao Zhenhuang found that the wine inside was a blessing.

My hands trembled all over the table!

"Wang Daoning, give me a pot of wine. ”

Holding back and not running, Mao Zhenhuang closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and there was a roar in this chaotic military tent.

"Come on, see this senior brother Mao of the same sect coming here to eat wine, the gourd on his waist is probably empty, do you want to fill it for you?"

A somewhat handsome Qingsheng of the Guanlou Sect put the wine jug in his hand in front of Mao Zhenhuang's table, and then winked at him and said with a smile.

"Others are all moths with me, and you still play this game with me?"

Mao Zhenhuang squinted at the grinning face, and dragged it over with a low shout.

"Why don't you run? Tell me what you're doing here?"

This monk named Wang Daoning was dragged to Mao Zhenhuang's face, and instantly put away his bright smile, and lowered his ears to him.

"What am I running if I have nothing to do?"

Mao Zhenhuang looked confused, he felt something was wrong when he walked out of the big tent in the morning, but he just didn't know what was wrong!

"If you didn't run, you didn't run, but what are you doing here?"

Wang Daoning slapped Mao Zhenhuang's fat paws, brushed the scratched shirt, and whispered to him.

"The wine is gone, come to your place to drink, sit for a while and listen to them talk about the major events of the immortal world, if it is still a long time, by the way, find Zhai Lao Liu to bet with him." ”

Big truth!

squatted in his tent for five days in a row, and he Mao Zhenhuang would be out of the ghost if he could still squat.

There is not even a place to play in this broken northwest, so I can only make do here.

"Drinks, you will fight with me in a while, you have to say that there are still a few major things in the fart of the immortal world, the Emperor of the Sixth Palace Beiyin went to the Sumen Sword Saint of the Mixed Yuan Sword Sect to make an appointment, and the ancestor of Bao Yuanzi gave Zhongzhou a shit hexagram in the future, and Mingzhao Zong Yangbo almost destroyed the Wu Kingdom, and the sect of Shaotiansi came out to give people the benefits of male cultivators in the world.

There is also the fact that there are no fewer dead people in Xinji County, and there are no fewer dead people in our Guanlou Sect Xinji County, and that's all there is to it.

And if you want to find Zhai Bald, it's impossible at this time, this old thing went to explore the treasure with others. ”

"Treasure hunting, treasure hunting?"

Wang Daoning said a lot, Mao Zhenhuang didn't listen to a word, so he heard Zhai Lao Liu go to explore the treasure with someone.

"I'll talk to you in detail in a moment!Senior Brother Mao, although my son is a little tattered this time, but there have been a few jars of good wine recently, the dry soul wine of Zongling Qifei Heavenly Palace has entered a new altar, and the Zhengxiao Sect's treasured big brewed Yingliang song also has it, I don't know if Senior Brother is interested?"

"Haha~~ Senior brother, you don't know how much I love wine, if there is really such a good wine, fat man, I really don't know how to choose, I said Wang Daoning, you don't want to scold me!"

Mao Zhenhuang looked at Wang Daoning, who was frowning at him, and said that he was pretentious, and he didn't know what was going on.

Since he has a friend to accompany him to the round, he is also happy.

At least only he, Wang Daoning, could give him an explanation for the bunch of questions in front of him.

"Then Senior Brother Xuanyang Jingguang is well prepared?"

"There's really no more, but one or twenty yuan is still available, is this enough for your good wine money?"

"Haha~~~ enough enough! Let's walk in the backfield?"

Wang Daoning laughed very much, and stretched out his hand to Mao Zhenhuang and turned his head behind.

"Walk! I hope the good wine you speak of is not mixed with water. ”

Mao Zhenhuang said loudly, got up and followed Wang Daoning and walked towards the back of the tent, he didn't want to stay in this place for a minute, these thieves and monks of the five sects looked at him as if they were going to cut off his fat body.

Especially the one eye of the blind man!

Out of the tent, Wang Daoning's half-minute calmness disappeared in an instant, and he ran away directly with Mao Zhenhuang's fat paws.

It took a long time to walk around and around to the corner outside the tent of a wounded barracks.

This can make the fat and sturdy Mao Zhenhuang tired enough.

Mao Zhenhuang stared at Wang Daoning panting, and said to him: "Say it, what the hell is going on?"

"Huh~~~ It's okay here, there are a lot of people, and they shouldn't dare to do it. ”

Wang Daoning glanced at the howling tent, and then turned his head to the fat man.

"Someone is going to kill me?"

Listening to the other party's words, Mao Zhenhuang's expression instantly turned cold, and he couldn't hear what the other party meant.

"It's not that someone wants to kill you, it's that everyone in this rotten field who feels stronger than you wants to kill you!"

Wang Daoning glanced at this fat man angrily, and sighed to him, if he can be a man and do what everyone wants to get rid of, there is one in this northwest land, and he Mao Zhenhuang is the number one.

I don't know how this character was ruined, he Wang Daoning didn't have this ability.