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What does the old Taoist mean to himself? He refused to say more.

And what was the secret that was thousands of years ago? He simply avoided it.

But he agreed and told him truthfully in the future. But now it is: People are in the world, coming and going in a hurry, the wind and rain are getting blurred, just waiting for the moon to brighten!

On this day of the sixth day of the first lunar month, a large army from the Xiong Kingdom set out after the Spring Festival.

When the army set out, no one saw each other, even the lively figures could not be seen, and there was only the company of ice and snow. Three hundred thousand soldiers and horses were walking forward in the snowy ridges in the fields. The dull footsteps, the thrilling horse neighing, and the rolling wheels symphony in the bitter cold wind, and gradually faded away.

Walking at night, thirty miles a day.

When the march was outside, there was no comfort and comfort of the barracks. Every evening, I set up a tent, lit a bonfire, and rested on the spot. At dawn, I continued on the road covered with snow.

And the more you go north, the harder it is to walk. The vast snow is shaking the sky, and there is no end. If the front army had not pioneered the way, it would be impossible to distinguish the direction.

Half a month later, the wind and snow rose again.

The army did not dare to stop and continued to move forward in the wind and snow. It is said that the Xiong Kingdom wanted to use thunder to attack the enemy and seize the border territory occupied by the Shizhou Kingdom in one fell swoop. The border was a thousand miles away from the capital, which means that it was still more than half a month ahead.

The broken camp is located in the rear army, and is inconspicuous in the military formation that connects from beginning to end. However, the worn-out battle flag is full of energy during the wind and snow.

It was getting late.

The sound of the horn.

The army camped on the spot to rest.

On a hillside next to the road, there were crowds of people.

Wujiu jumped off the red horse, reached out to brush away the snow on the horse's back, and then took off the cloak and covered the horse. Then he asked the soldiers to take it to feed him. He looked at the snow all over the sky, shook his head helplessly, and then took steps, and the iron armor on his body sounded softly.

Several soldiers not far away were setting up tents, and piles of bonfires were lit around them.

Wujiu walked to the tent, bent down and grabbed the wooden slug and inserted his hand into the frozen snow. He pulled the rope and tied it around for a few steps, pushed the soldiers who were swinging the hammer and then did the same.

In a moment, the tent was settled.

The soldiers repeatedly praised the general for his greatness and tidy up his bed and bedding. After a while, they all left.

Wujiu lifted the curtain, took off his armor and threw it on the ground. Then he sat on the simple marching wooden couch and lifted the bedding, thinking about lying down to be comfortable. Without waiting for lying down, he turned over and started to rise again: "Old Taoist! Can you make people quiet for a moment..."

The curtain was tilted, and it turned out that Qi Sanren walked in.

When the old Taoist faced the complaint, he ignored it and threw a piece of rain cloth and a cushion on the ground, and sat cross-legged.

Since his departure, Qi Sanren has given up his own life alone and comes to share the same tent with Wujiu when he camps at night. In his words, this move is only for the general's comprehensive consideration. No matter how he dislikes or drives him directly, he is unmoved at all.

"If you don't leave, I'll leave!"

Wujiu stood up in anger and walked out of the tent with his feet.

People come and go on the hillside, and the snow is in a mess. The night gradually falls, and piles of bonfires extend left and right, like a beating galaxy, burning with flying snow, illuminating the unknown future.

There was no one behind him, and the old Taoist did not follow him.

Wujiu looked back and walked towards a bonfire near by. Baofeng and several old brothers were gathering together to bake dry food. Seeing that his general was coming, they raised their hands to greet each other. He walked closer, squatted beside the fire, picked up the wet branches and raised a piece of frozen meat, raised it, and the ice and fire were connected, and a "hissing" sound was made in the flames.

Lu San moved two steps closer, blew his nose, and was unbearable in cold air. He trembled and reached out to roast the fire, and asked with a greedy smile: "Young master, do you still have pastries?" Before he finished speaking, the old brothers present all looked expectant.

Along the way, the sky was frozen and the dry food was hard to swallow. Gongsun Gongzi took out a few boxes of delicious pastries from time to time, which really made the brothers greedy for their food.

Wujiu shook his head and focused on barbecue.

No matter how many pastries there are in Ruyifang, it cannot help but eat them. Now that there is no piece left, even if you want to eat them, you will have nothing left.

Lu San didn't mind, so he pulled out a piece of dry food from the fire, and his hands were so hot that he flew over. After finally grabbing it, he blew a few more mouthfuls of fire ashes and started eating, but he was not idle. He said vaguely: "This battle is hard, and after the triumph, I will definitely ask for a wife, so that my father will always be nagging!"

Daoqi sat on a pile of wet wood, eating half-cooked barbecue: "Whose daughter of brother Lu San has you fallen in love with? Do you want your sister-in-law to talk about a matchmaker?"

Ma Zhantie's feet were covered with red and swollen feet, and he smiled and said, "He has a useless thing to like him, and he may not like him..."

Baofeng sat aside, with a layer of snow frost on his fur hat, shoulders, and short beards. He held a small jar of wine and poured wine at Ma Zhanti's feet. The other party hurriedly reached out to rub it, grinning and moaning.

Lu San stopped holding the dry food, with a little reverie in his expression. Then he grinned with his charred mouth and showed a yellow teeth and smiled, "Hehe, I really like a girl!"

The old brothers suddenly felt energetic and asked in unison: "Who is it..."

Lu San seemed shy and laughed again. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I think that Cai Niang, who sang the song, is very good..."

Everyone suddenly realized that their expressions were ambiguous.

Lu San was anxious and hurriedly said, "That girl has a pitiful life experience and she sang a good song, not to mention when she left that night, she...she even took a look at me secretly, and was quite concerned..."

Ma Zhanti rubbed his feet and grinned.

Daoqi said mercifully: "Brother, I would like to advise you that Cai Niang is not only a widow, but also a woman who is jealous of money. Don't say that your family is barely a wall, even if you marry her, you can't afford to raise it!"

Lu San waved his hand quickly and argued: "What about the widow? As long as the person is good, it will be done. Even if she loves money, she may have difficulties..."

Daoqi and Ma Zhantie were both experienced people with wives at home, so they naturally understood the style of the world. They gave each other a wink and couldn't help laughing.

Lu San wanted to tell the truth, but he looked embarrassed, then he held the dry food and turned his head down and refused to speak again.

Baofeng raised the wine jar and sipped it, handed it to the sword flag, and punched it to prevent the other party from laughing anymore. Then he grabbed a piece of frozen meat and barbecued it, saying disapprovingly: "If they really want to do it, I will take a few more money to send it to you, maybe it will be a good thing!"

Daoqi and Ma Zhantie no longer made fun of each other and nodded in agreement.

Lu San looked up at the brothers and looked grateful.

Take care of what you think and relieve your worries, even if it is a joke in the end, you still respect and try your best to protect it. What is a brother? This is a brother.

Wujiu raised the barbecue and looked at it, took a bite, nodded, and said, "Please, please, I'll check it around!" He threw down his words, grabbed the barbecue and turned around and left.

The brothers didn't care, and continued to joke and make fun of each other.

Wujiu chewed the barbecue and walked up the hillside.

But before we went far, a voice rang out in my ears: "Give up the camp and leave, why do you want?"

Wujiu stopped slowly, and in a moment, a piece of barbecue weighing more than two pounds was laid. He stood in the snow, wiping his hands, and looked up at the distance.

All around the hillside are the wasteland hills, which are shrouded in snow, and are endless. The army's temporary camp extends for two or thirty miles in front and behind. The little bonfires and countless tents of chariots and horses are extremely spectacular in the night. Especially on the hills more than ten miles away, the towering flags and two royal flags are quite eye-catching. There is no doubt that it is the place where the central army is, the elders of the royal family, and the camps of Ji Ba and Ji Shaodian.

It is convenient for this moment that the familiar voice transmission sounds again: "Why not answer if you ask me what you are talking about..."

Wujiu couldn't bear it anymore and turned around and became angry: "I'm here to watch the night view, what's the matter with you?"

"Hey, I have been familiar with the method of voice transmission in just a few days. I will quickly add "The Story of Ten Thousand Beasts" to make me feel more aware..." The voice of words paused, and then retorted: "It's cold here, where can I get the scenery? As a worshiper, I should protect the master's comprehensiveness. If you have an accident, how can I have nothing to do with me? Be obedient and come back..."

Wujiu let out a long breath and walked back with his foot.

The night was getting darker, and snowflakes were still floating in the sky. There were few people around the bonfire, and most of the soldiers hid in their respective tents.

Wujiu walked to his tent, lifted the curtain and walked in.

I saw Qi Sanren sitting upright as before, smiling slightly, "Well! It's good to come back..." He said this, and did not forget to urge him: "What about the "Ten Thousand Beasts"..."

Since he was ambushed last time, this old Taoist has been staying with him. Even if he was squatting in a pit, he would have to chant a few words. Now he is inseparable on the way to the marching.

That's enough. My father didn't care so much when he was alive!

"I want to sleep!"

Wujiu replied, walked to the couch and fell down, then pulled up the bedding and wrapped the whole person up, then lay down and never moved again.

Qi Sanren also reached out and waited to ask for "The Story of Ten Thousand Beasts". Seeing that no one paid attention, he had to pick up his sleeves and slowly close his eyes.

The method of divine voice transmission and divine printing is mutually connected. It is not difficult to rub the jade slip. Well, he wants to sleep, and it will not be too late to talk about it tomorrow!

In the darkness, the two of them sat and lie down, silent, only the wind and snow blew up the tent and made a "hula" sound.

Before we knew it, the night was already dark.

At midnight, Qi Sanren, who was sitting quietly, suddenly opened his eyes. The bed was still bulging, as if someone was sleeping soundly as before. However, he was slightly stunned, stood up, walked to the couch and pulled the bedding open, and there was no one on the couch.

"Oh, this kid is really restless!"

Qi Sanren complained, turned around and walked out of the tent, then focused on his mind and looked away, and was slightly stunned again.

"It's midnight, why are you hiding and catching..." Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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