Old Man Mu and Tu Gou opened their eyes wide, watched two short and wonderful competitions, sometimes shaking their heads, sometimes nodding, and there was no comment during the process, for Old Man Mu, this was a more difficult requirement than forbidding him to kill people, and he actually did it.

The two Qingcheng heads gave in to each other, and Liu Yuanpu played first, and the opponent was Mo Lin.

Quick knife to fast sword, the two were competing fast from beginning to end, and the onlookers almost didn't even have time to applaud, until the end of the competition, and the accumulated strings of applause poured out at the same time.

Mo Lin and Lin Yuanpu seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and they retreated together, put away their weapons, nodded in greeting, and did not distinguish between victory and defeat.

As an informal competition, this is also a kind of rule, no one will show their tricks, let alone stalk.

In the second game, Mo Lin still faced Lu Mian, and the whole process was so weird that few people understood, and the applause after the end was sparse, only Deng Yuanlei exaggerated his clapping in admiration, his expression was not so much admiration as fear.

Most of the weirdness came from Lu Mian, and before the competition began, someone found that his face was even redder, like charcoal burning hotly, and then he swung his long sword, and danced as if no one was around, east and west, neither attacking the target, nor as if he was defending himself.

Lu Mian is like a drunken literati and ink writer, taking advantage of the wine to dance the sword, doing whatever he wants, and there is no rule at all.

In the face of this almost non-threatening swordsmanship, Mo Lin didn't make a move for a while, holding the scimitar, like a Tongmeng student who couldn't understand the master's style, and he didn't dare to say a word at a loss.

In the end, the two still handed over a move, Lu Mian danced by himself for nearly a pillar of incense time, Mo Lin took the lead in attacking, this knife was still as fast as lightning, Lu Mian seemed to be moving back and didn't seem to be fighting back, few people could say clearly, in short, as soon as the scimitar entered the range of the long sword dance, Mo Lin immediately withdrew.

Just when everyone thought that the competition would continue, Morin nodded his head, indicating that he had finished the competition.

Tu Pianpian vaguely saw some doorways, but she couldn't describe them accurately, especially when she saw the younger brother on the other side frowning, it seemed that she could see more things than herself, which made her feel more ashamed in her heart, but she never showed it on her face, and said loudly: "The Dragon King of the head of Qingcheng has already seen it, but he is qualified to compete?"

"Yes. Gu Shenwei answered this question personally, and Lu Mian's swordsmanship surprised him, but he refused to show it, "At noon the day after tomorrow, Xiao Wang's military camp, welcome to come and watch the battle." ”

"Your barracks, don't go!" Deng Yuanlei refused without even thinking about it, "The Dragon King has chosen a time, and the place will be determined by us." ”

Gu Shenwei had already turned his mount and motioned for Old Man Mu and the others to get on their horses and prepare to leave the palace.

Mo Lin was the last to get on the horse, "The Dragon King believes that the Central Plains people will abide by the rules, and you have to trust the Dragon King once." ”

Deng Yuanlei knew best what the "rules" of the dragon king were, and said loudly: "The dragon king is a killer, he will only do whatever it takes, and he will not think about ......it."

Before he finished speaking, Tu Pianpian interrupted him, "The Kongtong faction believes in the Dragon King, and at noon the day after tomorrow, the Dragon King's military camp will not be seen or dispersed." ”

Deng Yuanlei knew that this old woman had a bad impression of him, so he sneered twice, and as a result, Liu Fangsheng also announced loudly: "Liu Yuanpu, the head of Qingcheng, said to face the battle." ”

Deng Yuanlei's eyes fell on Lu Mian, and he found that he couldn't get any support, so he had to say: "Since everyone believes in the Dragon King...... But there are still things that have not been clarified, the rules of the competition, the head of the old Khan King ......"

The dragon king and his party had already walked away, leaving only Merlin alone, "You want heads, and the dragon king wants hostages, it's as simple as that." After taking a few steps, Merlin turned back again, "We will take the body of the old Khan with us." ”

Deng Yuanlei faintly felt that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to squeak anymore, and the two Qingcheng heads were staring at each other.

"The hostage is mine. Lu Mian said, because of the excitement, his voice trembled a little, which was completely different from the calm temperament when he made a move.

"The head is mine. Liu Yuanpu held his head high, much calmer than the other party, "Whoever gets the head of the old Khan King is the head, I give you this opportunity, you should be grateful." ”

"Thank you?" Lu Mian looked even more excited, his lips trembling, and he was almost speechless.

Among them, only Tu Pianpian was qualified to be a peacemaker, so he stood between the two, "We are all from the Central Plains, don't let outsiders see jokes in the North Court." When she said this, she glanced at Deng Yuanlei, "Since you have decided to take the head and decide to be in charge, don't say useless words." ”

The body of the old Khan was parked in a tent in the depths of the palace, and only five or six eunuchs were cared for, and they could smell a strong stench from a long distance, and they were willing to hand over the headless body to Merlin, looking a little disappointed, but also relieved.

The eunuchs thought that the last person to receive the body would be a certain prince, and that they would be rewarded for their meritorious work in keeping the spirit, but now the kings are dead in pieces, and the corpse that is not in shape has become a hot potato.

Several soldiers shoveled earth to fill the coffin tightly to prevent the stench from escaping, and then placed the coffin in a large net and was carried by two horses.

The three Central Plains people had been guarding the vicinity, they didn't care about the tattered corpses, just to prevent Mo Lin from taking the opportunity to dig up the head.

They didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Gu Shenwei was familiar with the smell, and was almost unaffected, quietly observing the reaction of the soldiers.

The soldiers carried out the order, but looking at their appearance, no one believed that the sloppy corpse would be the old Khan himself.

Morin was probably the only one who felt sad, and he personally participated in filling the coffin with earth and helping the soldiers carry it into the net.

After leaving the palace again, he said: "The old Khan always felt that the people around him were not trustworthy, and often said that everyone wanted him to die, but he did not expect this to be the case. ”

"Many more people simply didn't believe he was going to die. Gu Shenwei looked at the soldiers in the team and said, they had already joined the five hundred guards and were returning to the barracks the same way.

"I don't know which kind of person will disappoint the old Khan king more. Mawson was still surprised that the old Khan had received a lot of betrayal and extreme loyalty at the same time, but almost ended up with a corpse exposed, "Loyalty can also have bad consequences, and I guess few people believe that." ”

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Gu Shenwei wouldn't have believed it, in terms of loyalty, he had just been satisfied with food and clothing, and the old Khan King was already a big fish and a big meat, and the two did not have any comparable surnames.

At this moment, most of his mind was still recalling the martial arts of the two Qingcheng masters, especially Lu Mian, behind him, Old Man Mu and Tu Gou were also discussing in a whisper, speaking very vigorously, not at all like people with hatred.

Gu Shenwei's gaze fell on the back of a soldier, completely oblivious to how long he had been staring, and suddenly felt a chill, so he raised his hand and ordered the team to stop advancing.

Most of the five hundred cavalry followed, and there were only four people leading the way in front, and it was one of them who made Gu Shenwei vigilant.

Before the night fell, Gu Shenwei had never been accustomed to the vast grassland, and if he didn't pay special attention, he often couldn't tell the direction, "Where are we going?"

Maureen woke up from his grief and immediately saw the problem, "It's too south. ”

Gu Shenwei pulled out his sword, and the four leading soldiers jumped up from their horses at the same time, jumping in different directions, with outstanding feats, obviously not ordinary Beiting cavalry.

But the four have lost their chance to escape.

Gu Shenwei caught up with the person he suspected the most, and hit the other party with a palm, and when he grabbed the fainted captive and turned around, Mo Lin, Old Man Mu and Slaughter Dog had also succeeded.

Old man Mu resisted the urge to kill, gritted his teeth and said to the slaughtering dog: "I am faster than you." ”

The cavalry behind immediately surrounded them, all of them panicked, and they couldn't figure out what was going on.

Gu Shenwei took off the captive's helmet, revealing long hair, which was obviously a woman, and wiped it on her face a few more times, and the cavalry exclaimed in unison.

"Prepare for battle. Gu Shenwei ordered, the disciples of Xiaoyue Hall led the team astray, and they must have set up an ambush.

The 500 cavalry reacted quickly, either drawing their bows to prepare for battle, or drawing swords to protect their coffins, or going out to make rounds, each performing their own duties, without the need for the dragon king to issue specific orders.

Of the four captives, only Gu Shenwei was a disciple of Xiaoyue Hall, and the other three were all men from Beiting.

Morin was the first to ask for a confession, "They killed and disguised themselves while the soldiers were leading the way, but he didn't know where the ambush was. ”

Gu Shenwei didn't notice the wrong direction, and the cavalry behind followed the dragon king, not daring to ask questions casually, in fact, they didn't know what the purpose of tonight's trip was.

Gu Shenwei woke up the Xiaoyue Hall disciple in his hand, "What's your name?"

This person is not very old, in order to pretend to be a man, there are a lot of things in his clothes, Gu Shenwei saw the flaws because of this, she looked at the Dragon King, and there was a trace of fear in her eyes, "Han Yao." ”

"Where do you want to take us?"

Han Yao smiled, showing a typical Xiaoyuetang madness for the first time, "Where to bring it?"

Gu Shenwei reached out and picked her mouth, it was too late.

Han Yao committed suicide by taking poison, Gu Shenwei threw down the body, checked his palm, found that there was nothing unusual, and said: "Find the soldiers who recognize the way and kill these three people." ”

Old Man Mu whistled excitedly, but Gu Shenwei forbade him to do it, and handed over this simple task to the cavalry.

The three captives were either hit by the acupuncture points or broken bones, lost the ability to escape, and in the face of dozens of sharp arrows, they shouted something in Beiting dialect, but did not win sympathy.

There were no missed arrows, and more than a dozen of them were shot at each person.

Merlin had already found the wayfinder and heard the captive's cries before he died, "They say that the Dragon King is the reincarnation of a demon, and he has come to plague the grasslands. ”

Gu Shenwei jumped on horseback, believing that this reputation would follow him for a long time, and it was not too wrong, at least he was not here to benefit.

As soon as the team adjusted its direction, a torch suddenly lit up in the south, and although Gu Shenwei did not enter the ambush circle, it was not too far away.

"I can kill someone this time, right?" Old Man Mu was excited, but there were more and more torches, and there seemed to be thousands of ambush soldiers, so he was a little vague, "The eighteenth generation ancestor of the mother of the turtle king bastard, let's fight while running." ”

(To be continued)