Listening to the sound of "gurgling", Qingqing kept pouring gulp after gulp into Zhiyu's neck. Finally, Qingqing couldn't hold it back anymore, grabbed the wine jar, and without saying a word, quickly stuffed it into his mouth until it filled his mouth. Who would have thought that this sip would come next?
Only then did I realize that this "Qianlixiang" was not fragrant enough but strong.
If he drank like Miss Li, he would have fallen to the ground and snored.
As soon as he pushed the jar back into Tadi's hand, he saw that Tadi also raised his head, letting the wine flow down his chin and onto his clothes, and finally drank the jar completely. The three of them took out the cooked meat from their arms.
, regardless of whether it was chicken, duck, cow or sheep, he opened his mouth and started chewing. Qingqing couldn't help but think that every time he left Lirong Mountain, he didn't expect to leave any heroic deeds, nor did he learn many martial arts skills -
Only the ability to eat and drink secretly is indispensable to him.
It seemed that the three of them were licking their fingers and biting the cooked meat in their hands, but Qingqing was secretly concentrating on her ears, gathering her inner energy, and wanted to try what kind of sound she could hear here. However, she just took a sip of strong wine.
After dinner, Qingqing felt dizzy and could barely sleep, but she also felt that the noise in the distance was vague and could not be heard clearly.
"King Taming is really becoming more courageous!" came a familiar female voice. He held his head, but Qingqing couldn't remember, "Robbing innocent people and forcing people into slavery, such evil things,
King Taming dares to have fun in broad daylight?" After saying that, the wind around the woman shook.
Qing Qing heard the sound of the wind and knew in his heart that it was the sound of fine silk and silk breaking the wind. Then he remembered that the person shouting outside the tent must be the head of Longxiu Jimo. Before the sound of the sleeves fell, he heard "
"Shuishahua" The scimitar was unsheathed several times, and I was very familiar with it.
"When King Taming followed the old master through life and death, why didn't the old master take care of it? Now the old master doesn't care, and the new baby master has taken charge of it! Back then, the king followed the old master out of the desert to quell the chaos. Master,
I’m afraid I’m still sucking milk from my mother’s belly!”
Before the strong and strong voice of the strong man in the Northern Desert could be heard, several women shouted in unison: "You are so impudent!"
There was silence in the air, a burst of sand and dust blew by, and a moment of silence was suddenly buried outside the big tent. It seemed that King Taming stopped the men from taking action, and the uninvited guest brought by the leader of Jimo did not dare to act rashly.
Qingqing listened intently, only to feel that there was no movement except the howling wind, so she couldn't help but pay more attention to listen outside. She had a piece of mutton leg in her mouth that she had been thinking about for a long time, but halfway through chewing, she forgot how to swallow it.
.
"Hey! This piece of fat!" "I still have some tendons here!" Zhiyu and Tadi couldn't hear the sound from so far away. They just felt that eating one by one was too late to meet each other, so they had to use their oily hands to hook their shoulders.
They put their arms around each other and sang a song. "Drinking chrysanthemum dew to enter the morning, wearing clouds and neons in the evening... Watching the dusk with Qiu Luan, the barbaric wilderness of Henglinggao..."
Hearing this, Qingqing suddenly came back to his senses and asked Tadi: "What song is this?"
"Hey! Who cares about the song!" It wasn't until Qingqing turned around that he realized that these two "guys" were already flushed with alcohol. Tadi laughed inarticulately, "Anyway, our king likes to sing, so we will sing along.
!”
Boom, boom, boom!
Before Qingqing could remember where she had heard this melody, she heard the sound of war drums beating deep in the earth, deep into the sound of footsteps in the sand. The footsteps were quiet but with a hint of sound.
Majestic, although there is no thunderous movement
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It is quiet, but it hides a mysterious and terrifying temperament.
When Qing Qing heard this from afar, he couldn't help but shudder.
Sure enough, King Taming took a few steps forward, stared at the young face of the head of Jimo, put his palm on his chest, and made a salute. Jimo Yao stood still, only to hear King Taming slowly say: "Since the palm
I have made a special trip today to mobilize a large number of people to come here to punish you. As a minister, I cannot let the master go in vain. If I can do something that can make you happy, the master, please give me a happy word."
These words sounded somewhat humble, but to others, they felt that the King of the Northern Desert had "arrogant" written all over his face.
"Let them go." Jimo Yao's faint voice seemed to be trembling, "Let go of all the remaining slaves in your 'sand prison'."
I just heard a sneer of "ha", which echoed in the yellow sand for a long time.
"What?" Seeing that King Taming didn't take her seriously, Jimo Yao couldn't help but raise his tone a bit, "This is the sect rule of Yi Yamo! Why is King Taming reluctant?"
Where Qingqing couldn't see him, King Taming shook his head: "It's okay to let him go. But the master has his own rules, and I have my own rules. Whose rules are the rules of the Yiyamo Sect? The master
There’s no need to be too absolute.”
If we were talking about his talents just now, King Taming still retained some courtesy as a courtier; then at this moment, his true colors were fully revealed, and his fierce look was revealed.
"My king's rules are very simple. Those who can dodge the knife will stay; those who can't dodge the knife will die." After a pause, King Taming continued, "If the leader doesn't believe it, you can ask these heroes around you. Everyone.
Everyone has followed the old master through life and death, so of course I can tell the master what you say is true - yesterday, a guest from Lirong Mountain flashed a total of thirty swords, so I let ten of them go, not many.
Quite a few!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the men around him. The men shouted in unison: "Yes!"
Hearing that King Taming still remembered his mischief yesterday, Qingqing was startled. He was afraid that Yang Wei and Gongshu Yi would cause even more trouble if they knew that they were not far away. Who knew that the owner of Wuling Tomb would not expect Qingqing to do this?
The progress becomes more and more obvious day by day, and I feel that the one who can dodge ten people in one breath must be the leader of Dongshan Linghu.
The woman frowned slightly and said secretly: "So Ziqin is actually here?"
Jimo Yao gritted his teeth. He already knew that guests were coming from Dongshan, and he even almost took action. Unexpectedly, the group of green-clothed visitors took a step ahead and established their authority in front of everyone in Beimo, but it was really unexpected.
thing.
Listening to King Taming's words, he had a little more respect for the man from Dongshan. However, he squinted his eyes, obviously not taking himself as the leader seriously. Thinking of this, he became even more angry:
"Okay! How many swords do you need to dodge to release the slave in the sand cell?"
"Hahaha——" The wanton laughter of the men in the Northern Desert pierced the sky, but they seemed to be unable to see that their leader's face was red, and his long sleeves were clenched in his fists, about to be torn into pieces. King Taming raised his hand.
, the burst of laughter stopped abruptly.
"Master, you don't have to be like this. As long as you can defeat me with three swords, the number of slaves in the sand prison will be at the discretion of the master."
Hearing this, Qingqing turned around and saw that Tadi and Zhiyu were both drunk and sleeping unconsciously. Zhiyu's thick arms hugged Tadi's shoulders, and Tadi's long and pointed
His head was resting on Zhiyu's belly. If it weren't for the howling wind outside the tent, the snoring of the two people could have reached King Taming's ears.
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After opening the curtain, Qingqing woke up and felt a burst of air-conditioning from head to toe, making her shiver.
The storm is coming, and the war is coming.
"Brother Tardy, thank you for the hospitality! I just can't help you now..."
Looking up and down her body, Qingqing felt that her blue robe and green robe were too conspicuous, so she rummaged through the room and found a few men's daily attire. Naturally, Qingqing couldn't bare her chest and belly, so she followed Tadi's example.
The pattern on the chest was sketched on the surface of a found jacket, and a vivid eagle appeared.
Immediately afterwards, he used a few tricks of disguise that he secretly learned from Zi Hua's aunt. He found pens, inks, and dust and smeared them on his face. He kept watching as he hid seven parts of his femininity and revealed three parts.
Looking like a strong man, he stepped forward and took off the scimitar from Tadi's waist and tied it to his side.
He sighed softly. After all, he was an immature painter, so he had to pick up the sand on the floor, put it into the man's robe through his close-fitting Tsing Yi, and looked at his bulging bags. Finally, he was a bit like a real Northern Desert man.
resemblance.
Qingqing was afraid that Tadi and Zhiyu would lose their scimitars, and that if someone came with bad intentions, it would be difficult to resist them. After hesitating for a moment, he took off the white jade flute and hid it quietly behind Zhiyu.
The two of them were sound asleep, snoring like thunder together, pouring all the pungent smell of alcohol into Qingqing's nose.
As soon as he raised his feet, Qingqing realized that he had stuffed too much sand into his body. At this moment, his body was heavy and he could not move forward at all. Afraid that he was clumsy and his footsteps would be detected by some good players, he had to take a detour and walk quietly.
He blended into the group of several strong men who were standing still, looking intently at the non-stop roaring field——
A man and a woman were fighting fiercely on the field. Jimoyao's five or six-foot-long sleeves were like dancing dragons, both flying in the air. Looking from a distance, he felt that in addition to being fierce, he also felt a little bit more fierce.
Charming chic.
On the other hand, King Taming on the opposite side moved lightly and steadily, holding a knife on his shoulder with one hand, and inserting the other hand carelessly on his waist, shaking off the dust rising from the long sleeves of the opposite side.
All the men onlookers could be heard shouting in unison: "One knife!"
Jimo Yao gritted his teeth, let out a long roar, and tried his best to throw the long sleeves out in front of him. Unexpectedly, before the Ta Ming King's sword could be unsheathed, he jumped beside him, and there was no sound of the long sleeves.
None of them were close to each other. "Two swords!" the men yelled, revealing an unconcealable excitement.
"So fast!" Qingqing was dumbfounded. It was the move that Jimo Yao had just used. If he had jumped to the side, he doesn't know if he would have been able to dodge it so neatly.
Before Qing Qing could think about it carefully, he saw King Taming slide the scabbard from his shoulder, and the blade fell straight into the long-sleeved package. Before the head of Jimo could change his sleeves, he heard "Swipe"
"With a sharp sound, King Taming's long sword was suddenly drawn out as his sleeve was rolled up into its sheath.
The sharp knife was unsheathed, and it was just a straight forward slash, and one of the sleeves was immediately broken into two halves.
"Three swords!" Seeing that the leader did not even dodge the third sword, the men shouted loudly and laughed even more proudly.
Fortunately, Jimo Yao is worthy of being a descendant of the Jimo family in Yiyamo, and he has also experienced the experience of the Eight Music Society. At this moment, facing the endless laughter of the people, he was as calm as water. He shouted loudly,
He straightened up his remaining single sleeve and rushed forward again.