In the blink of an eye, it was the third day of the big hunt, and except for the group of lone wolves killed by Jiang Baochan, everyone who entered the mountain did not see a single wolf. Even Orion, who had previously inquired about the whereabouts of the wolves, could not tell where the wolves had gone.

The group changed from wolf hunting to loitering, and after a long time, naturally some people were not happy.

Xie Xing said that Xie Gongzi had slept in the carriage for two days, even if the carriage was arranged comfortably, it could not be compared with the bed at home, especially listening to the whistling of various animals on the mountain every night, and he was more and more unstable in sleeping.

If he stayed like this, Gongzi Xie only felt that he was really going to throw his life here.

As soon as they finished lunch, the two martial artists of the Xie family packed up their things under the command of Gongzi Xie, one was responsible for guarding and the other was responsible for catching up with the car, and they planned to go back.

Gongzi Xie originally wanted to take Wang Shuo away, but Wang Shuo didn't know if he was stupid to practice martial arts, so he had to stay in this old bald man who was in this sword and didn't fight.

If this old bald man is eaten by a wolf, he won't be able to wait for a lifetime.

However, fortunately, the two martial artists of Qi Lu are not idle, and their safety on the way back still depends on them.

Xie Gongzi was relieved to leave enough rations for Wang Shuo for four or five days, anyway, they only needed to catch up with the road south for an hour or two to reach Haizhou, and when they arrived, they naturally didn't worry about their own food and drink.

After Xie Gongzi said goodbye in good spirits, a few more sons who couldn't bear the suffering in the mountains led their own guards to go back together.

As for the Miss Liu who likes to wear red, Xie Xingyan didn't bother to care. It was just right to be taken away by a wolf.

On the top of Qingfeng, Jian Wuzheng climbed high and looked into the distance, frowning. Looking at this cloud floating in the northwest, I am afraid that the heavy snow will close the mountain in the next few days.

Behind him, the little marquis sat on a boulder, trying to adjust his luck, the first day of recklessness in exchange for these two days of soreness, not to mention according to the original plan to borrow a wolf to practice swords, even after the sword is not disputed, climbing the mountain is also tired and half dead, if it weren't for this old guy boasting that he has lived on this mountain for more than ten years, he really knows where some treasures are, he would have found a cave to rest casually.

With the two days of getting along, Jian Wuzheng has finally changed a little bit about this senior brother's only son. He has seen a lot of rich and noble days from childhood to adulthood, but after getting used to eating brocade clothes and jade, there are really not many people who can still eat such suffering.

In the past two days, he specially picked out some mountain paths that ordinary people are unwilling to walk, and the road is gone, so he overcomes all the way, he didn't ask Jiang Baochan about his life or death, and Jiang Baochan never shouted bitterly.

Even when he occasionally rested, this kid was so tired that he couldn't even eat, and he was busy pranayama, but he didn't hear half of the complaints.

In this regard, Jian Wuzheng was really a little moved.

Those who practice swords either have perseverance or chivalry, and it is difficult for others to succeed after all.

My brother has a good son.

Although it is a jade now, after careful carving, it may not be worse than those who have been carefully cultivated since childhood.

The best time to polish the root bone has passed, and it may not be impossible to make up for it with a genius treasure.

Seeing that it was only a few miles away from the cave where he had lived for more than ten years, Jian Wuzheng jumped off the boulder where he was and continued his journey.

Behind him, Jiang Baochan sighed secretly, lifted his heavy legs and continued to follow.

In the capital, the cold wind carried the heavy snow, and it was scattered all over the ground.

In a large compound next to the palace wall, there was an aura of slaughter. Nearly 200 young men are gathering in this courtyard to practice martial arts, all of them moving in unison, boxing and knife skills, like a puppet cast in a mold.

From the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there were 48 guards under the jurisdiction of the Praetorian Guards in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, and now they have been changed to 12 pro-military guards. The young men in this courtyard left batch after batch, and batch after batch came.

Someone successfully walked out of this courtyard and entered the military, and since then he has been linked to the twelve pro-military guards for the rest of his life. Most of them were implicated in this or that incident, and eventually there were no bones.

Here, no one will remember their names, and they don't deserve them. Some are only based on the seating order of the thirty-six heavens and seventy-two earthly demons. As for those who are not in the ranks, they are collectively referred to as the last stream.

Over the years, there have been three commanders in this courtyard, dozens of hundreds of households, it can be said that mastering this courtyard will master more than half of the military strength of the Ming Dynasty's personal guards.

In this way, Emperor Hongwu naturally would not hand over these teenagers to some fixed people to teach, in case they become a big tail.

Therefore, the people who taught them changed batch after batch, and they never changed, only the person who was ordered by Emperor Taizu to establish this small courtyard single-handedly.

They didn't know what his name was, only that everyone called him Mr. Yang.

Today, Mr. Yang, who will not appear a few times a year, is dressed in a black power suit, wearing his huge black jade wrench, with a rare smile, leading a son in a brocade suit to watch them practice martial arts.

Naturally, everyone did not dare to slack off, and under the full effort, the fist was tiger and tiger, and the blade was cold.

The brocade-clothed boy gradually showed a satisfied smile, and nodded to the girl beside him: "Reward"