Knock! Knock!

Yu Wentai clenched his fist and kept pounding the table, the peanut shell crumbs were shocked and scattered to the ground, and he didn't know whether he was venting his anger or talking to the head, staring at him and constantly saying something, while constantly picking up the peanut kernels and throwing them into his mouth.

Sitting next to each other were classmates who had participated in the exam preparation for the past few months, and several of them all looked at Yu Wentai with a shocked face, probably no different from the children who listened to the books in the alleys of the market.

A pot of sake and a few handfuls of peanuts and melon seeds were piled up casually in the young man's hand. As the flask continued to rise and fall, the husks slowly piled up into a hill, ending with a few of Yuwentai's signature hearty laughter, each of them got up and bowed their hands to each other, and was ready to disperse with satisfaction.

Knock! Knock!

The young men who had just walked a few steps turned their heads suspiciously, looking at Yu Wentai, who had not yet left their seats, who was originally half-squinting, reminiscing about the pride of Fang Xuan on the wine table, and looked at his fist in surprise when he heard the sound, and did not get carried away and tossed the wooden table again.

Boom!

A voice that was thicker than the previous one suddenly exploded, and everyone was startled.

Several people looked at each other and fell silent, as their brows furrowed, as if they realized that things were not simple. Yuwentai's sideburns were already oozing with sweat, and he opened his mouth to stop talking, which made the atmosphere more and more weird...

"This movement... Could it be the incident that Brother Yuwen mentioned earlier?" one of them slapped his thigh and asked excitedly.

When everyone heard this, they seemed to have solved the mystery, and they began to talk to each other excitedly. However, Yu Wentai didn't seem to understand their behavior, scratched his head and smiled: "Is this worth being happy about?"

As if the bracket was constantly opening and closing, everyone who was talking and laughing just now quickly fell silent and turned away with great tacit understanding. Just as it was about to leave the scene quietly, another loud bang shook the eardrums.

Boom! The footsteps began to pick up, and the sound of "pooo

Boom! The pace of the march suddenly evolved into a trot.

Smack! Yuwentai slapped himself hard, and everyone in the distance rushed around.

...

"Brother Qian'er, you won't have an accident if you practice like this, right?" Nanbei raised his little face and rubbed the wooden fish on his shoulder, and the latter kept wagging his tail.

"......" Qianqin rubbed his sword scabbard with his knuckles, his face expressionless.

"I've asked Mr. Jiang these days... As soon as the gentleman heard the word Yun Zhao, he walked out of the back door with a blushing face..."Nanbei seemed to be a little worried, and quietly looked at the movement on the watchtower.

The saber on the waist of the "......" was a little dirty, and it looked like it hadn't been played with for several days.

"No... Nothing will happen, right?" Nanbei hesitated for a moment, then asked.

"Am I not standing here?" Qianqin looked down at the north and south very seriously, and finally spoke.

...

The cloth shirt had long been soaked in blood, and the corners of the clothes were constantly dripping with blood beads, pulling out a long line on the steps of the tower, accompanied by blood shoe prints scattered all over the steps.

The figure was hunched up, trembling limbs, and constantly swaying towards the top of the tower. In a blur of consciousness, the extremely collapsed torso almost slammed its face into the corners, but it may have been the residual will that kept it in a small gap, and the face that was already covered with blood was no longer recognizable.

It seems that this time the tower has squeezed all the strength, and only halfway through the climb is to stumble.

A hand that had cracked apart from the constant impact on the epidermis clung to the railing, and the force of the phalanges made the skin cracks deeper, but no blood burst out, forming a strange and bloody picture in the gray tower.

The figure that had just stabilized his body suddenly let out a few creepy low hoarse sounds, and the laryngeal bone continued to stir and squeeze out the sound, as if it was venting strong unwillingness and anger.

With a "bang", the two hands that had been hooked to the railing grabbed the steps, and the prostrate torso, and the limbs began to climb upward, and the sound of the forehead hitting the steps echoed in the empty tower...

...

A glimmer of light was reflected in Yun Zhao's shriveled and deeply sunken eye sockets, and he closed his eyes to avoid the stinging sensation, bursting out of the last strength in his body, and instinctively striding forward, the next moment, a familiar sense of weightlessness came to his face, followed by a long period of darkness.

...

Unlike the previous deep and muffled sound, this time it was extraordinarily crisp, like the sound of flesh and bones.

It was supposed to be to show respect for this sound, and the two people who were chatting with each other by the watchtower were stunned.

When Nanbei was still touching his head and being dazed, a white figure swept away beside him.

Yu Wentai, who had just heard the sound, hurriedly turned back to the camp and shouted as he ran: "Stretcher!

......

The summer breeze and bright moon are drunk at night, and the clouds and stars are infatuated and quiet.

On a summer night, my vague thoughts have long been precipitated in my heart and stranded in the depths. The young man laughed and sprinkled joy, like a meteor in the dark night across the night, like a rainbow shining brightly in the small heart.

It was rare to be released from the iron pillars of the stables, and the wooden fish galloped happily through the wilderness, sitting in the north and south of the grassy slope, waving and shouting to them happily. Yu Wentai dealt with the pile of melons and fruits in front of him wholeheartedly, and his demeanor was very pious and solemn.

Qianqin on the side hesitated with a few peeled mandarins. Yun Zhao, who was covered in bandages, was so hungry by the golden flesh that his saliva overflowed, but unfortunately his bandaged body couldn't do it, so he could only be anxious, and pouted with disdain: "Old Qian, that's how you treat the injured?"

Qianqin, who was already embarrassed and aggrieved, said angrily when he heard this: "You donkey, you will jump to death next time!"

The latter pouted, looking satisfied, not caring at all about the face of the person next to him who had been suffocated into a pig's liver, and after chewing and swallowing, he said complacently: "It is the right of the strong to act recklessly!"

...

Lying quietly on the grassy slope, smelling the smell of fishy turf, listening intently to the sound of cicadas. The previous sentence "Han Donkey" hooked the familiar face in Yun Zhao's mind again, he has never been the master of sadness and sorrow, Dong Sihe didn't even keep the ashes in the soil after his death, but agreed with Chu Bafang to stuff two white-flour steamed buns into the grave.

It's not pleasant to be alive, and there's nothing more authentic than having a favorite food after death.

didn't stick to the loss of those two knives, Dong Sihe wouldn't plan to use them for a lifetime when he sent them, if he wanted to be a general, how could he fiddle with those two broken knives to live, this donkey still counted on leading a horse for himself!

"Right, Sihe?" Yun Zhao, who was lying flat on his back, asked silently in his heart.

Qianqin, who had been running around the watchtower and camp tent for several days, finally had time to wipe his sword, humming a small song and placing the sword body across his knees, seeing Yun Zhao looking at the night sky in a daze, he said sarcastically: "Yun Shaoxia is doing the invincible Spring and Autumn Dream of refining the body again?"

The north and south on the side rolled on the spot, posted it over and quipped: "That's not it, Yun Daxia will be a general who will be the top of the sky in the future!"

Yun Zhao laughed happily, seemed to pull to the wound on his chest, covered his chest and coughed violently, Yu Guang saw the worry of the two people around him, waved his hand to show that it was okay, and said loudly into the distance: "Yuwentai! I will raise you in the future!"

Soon, the silent night sky was torn apart by a roar.

"Let your mother's stinky fart! Lao Tzu opens the eight veins! The invincible kind of invincible in the world!"

The three of them laughed, and Yu Wentai, who was not far away, touched the back of his head, secretly glanced at them for a while, and then smirked with him.

Life is unsatisfactory and sad.

Xingde can still talk to people, and it is pleasant.