After he got sick, Xun Yu's stuttering problem seemed to have eased a little. It used to be very difficult to say a sentence, but now it sounds a little smoother.
While Xun Yu was recovering from his illness, he did put in a lot of hard work. The Immortal Master once told him that if he wanted to cure his stutter, the best way was to talk. Therefore, Xun Yu would speak over and over again every day, either to his servants or to the air.
He kept talking again and again, so much so that the doctor responsible for treating Xun Yu thought that Xun Yu was crazy.
Cao Cao was also quite shocked. He was very happy and rewarded Xun Yu immediately. Of course, Cao Cao also rewarded Cheng Yu.
After Xun Yu analyzed it, Cao Cao nodded in praise, and Cheng Yu also admired Xun Yu from the bottom of his heart.
After discussing strategies and tactics, Xun Yu asked Cao Cao: "My lord, while I...this...is recuperating, why...why don't I see Lord Shangxian?"
Cao Cao smiled helplessly: "That evil spirit is enjoying himself in some woman's bed at the moment..."
...
What Cao Cao said was not entirely wrong. At this moment, Ma Xiaoquan was indeed in a woman's bed, but he was not happy, but warm.
Since the trip to Weihu Mountain, Ma Xiaoquan has been wandering around with three of his men, inquiring about the whereabouts of the solar recorder. The weather has gradually turned colder, and Ma Xiaoquan and the others did not bring any thick clothes. Now they can put their three men around.
One of his men was freezing.
Fortunately for Ma Xiaoquan, when he was a special forces soldier, he had done missions in Hoh Xil where the temperature was more than 40 degrees below zero. It was only late October, so it wasn't too cold, so Ma Xiaoquan could still bear it.
On this day, because he casually rescued several fleeing nobles, Ma Xiaoquan was invited into the simple house temporarily built by this noble family.
Although it is said to be a simple house, the furnishings inside are not simple at all. In it, Ma Xiaoquan even saw the "golden square coins" that are rare in modern society.
"Sir, do you like this ancient coin from Chu State?"
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, put down the ancient coins, and shook his head.
The person he was talking to was the noble clan that Ma Xiaoquan had rescued before. Later, Ma Xiaoquan found out that this man was the current leader of this noble clan.
The clan leader’s surname was Mao, his given name was Feng, and his courtesy name was Shaoqiang. He was a descendant of a declining noble clan. Before the Mao family fled, they were considered a fairly large local noble clan. Unfortunately, the remnants of the Yellow Turbans rebelled, and Mao Feng feared that his own life would be in danger, so he led
A whole family, young and old, escaped with their family members and valuables.
On the road, I met many yellow scarf thieves. If it weren't for my own bodyguard, I would have been robbed long ago.
These bodyguards of my family can be regarded as relatives. After several times of protecting the family, there are not many of them left. No, I am worried about what to do. The yellow scarf thief is here again. Fortunately, the purple-haired man in front of me takes action.
Help, otherwise the treasure he has collected for so many years will...
Ma Xiao's whole body was covered with the quilt covered by Mao Feng's concubine. His concubine, Mao Feng told Ma Xiaoquan, was very good-looking, but it was a pity that she left early and was kidnapped by a group of yellow scarf thieves some time ago. She is probably gone now.
He died tragically... And what Mao Feng liked most about his concubine was those skillful hands...
"Where are you going, sir?"
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and said, "Look around, Brother Shaoqiang, I see you like to collect antique calligraphy and paintings. Have you ever seen such a thing?" Ma Xiaoquan said, taking the sheepskin picture left by Huang Jingming.
Take it out and show it to Mao Feng.
Mao Feng looked at it carefully, returned the sheepskin diagram to Ma Xiaoquan, shook his head and said: "I, Mao Feng, have lived for thirty-nine years, and I have never seen such a thing. However, before I fled, I heard it at my residence.
He said that a young man named Lu also asked about similar things."
"Master Lu?" Ma Xiaoquan was heartbroken.
There is no such figure in history. If there is, it is just Lu Zhi. According to historical records, Lu Zhi should have died this year. So where did this Mr. Lu come from? He asked
What are my things for?
Ma Xiaoquan asked: "Brother Shaoqiang, can you tell me more about Mr. Lu?"
Mao Feng shook his head: "Brother, I have only heard of this, I have never seen Mr. Lu himself..."
Ma Xiaoquan felt a little regretful, but he had already firmly remembered Mr. Lu in his heart.
"I still don't know my brother's last name..."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Mao, just call me Xiaoma."
Mao Feng was stunned. How could anyone be like this? You should say something. You just said, "What do you want me to do?"
After thinking about it, Mao Feng still handed over his hand: "Then let's call him Brother Ma!"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded.
Mao Feng said: "Where do Brother Ma plan to go from now on?"
Mao Feng had his own purpose in asking this, because he didn't have many guards on hand anymore, and Ma Xiaoquan and the others happened to have four of them, so he was thinking about whether to invite Brother Ma to go with him, firstly, to have someone to take care of him, and secondly,
, can also be protected.
Ma Xiaoquan said: "I will go back to Dongjun at the end of the year. I still have some things to do at home..."
Mao Feng felt a little regretful, but still said politely: "In that case, I won't force you to stay. Brother Ma, I have a younger brother named Jie, named Xiaoxian. It has been some time since I left home. Brother Ma
If you see him, I hope you can tell me that my brother misses him very much."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and agreed.
...
This night, it was surprisingly quiet, so quiet that the occasional cool breeze could be heard clearly.
Ma Xiaoquan yawned, thinking back on what had happened in the past few days, with a lot of emotion.
"Master Lu? It seems that there is someone else not mentioned in Huang Jingming's message..."
While talking to himself, there was a sudden noise outside the house. Ma Xiaoquan put on his clothes and went out of the house to see Mao Feng covering his neck and collapsing to the ground unwillingly.
"Brother Shaoqiang!" Ma Xiaoquan shouted, and then he realized that there was a yellow scarf thief with a knife in his hand standing next to Mao Feng.
Ma Xiaoquan stepped forward and kicked the yellow turban thief over, but he was immediately greeted by a barrage of cold arrows.
Ma Xiaoquan broke out in a cold sweat and rolled over quickly to hide in the house.
Judging from the number of cold arrows, there are no less than twenty people on the other side. If they act rashly, they may be shot like hedgehogs. Even though I am immortal, I still have to eat an egg before I get rid of it. But tonight, Mao Feng will have nothing to do but eat a simple meal.
There are no eggs to eat.
Ma Xiaoquan was very anxious and quickly shook his three men who were sleeping like dead pigs.
It was rare to get a warm sleep, and while they were dreaming, the three of them were woken up by their master.
Just as the three of them were about to ask, they heard the noisy shouting outside and knew something was wrong.
Ma Xiaoquan had no time to explain, and quickly ordered Zhang Gong: "Zhang Gong, you can see those archers outside, I don't want any of them alive!"
Zhang Gong received the order, quickly picked up the bow and arrows, crouched and lurked in front of the window.
"Yang Hudingyi, you two protect Mao Feng's family, you...you do your best!"
Yang Hu and Dingyi also took their lives and sneaked out through the back door.
Ma Xiaoquan leaned against the bed, gritted his teeth, felt furious, and rushed out. While rushing out, Ma Xiaoquan casually covered his face with a bronze basin from the Zhou Dynasty collected by Mao Feng to prevent an arrow from hitting his head.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, Ma Xiao was shot with no less than ten arrows all over his body, and one more arrows hit Ma Xiaoquan's little brother impartially.
"Holy shit!" Ma Xiaoquan depressedly freed up a hand and pulled out the arrow that shot at his little brother.
Ma Xiaoquan boasted: "Fortunately, my lower body is invincible, otherwise there would have been another eunuch in history!"
With the help of the copper basin, Ma Xiaoquan successfully approached Mao Feng. At this time, he had no less than thirty arrows stuck in his body. Ma Xiaoquan's clothes had been stained red with blood, and he was very embarrassed. The arrow wounds on his upper body were also very serious.
pain.
"Shaoqiang, Shaoqiang!" Ma Xiaoquan shouted twice, but there was still no movement from the other party. It seemed that Mao Feng was dead.
At this time, Zhang Gong, who was hiding in the house, finally fired his arrow.
Zhang Gong's bow and arrow skills are very good. Of course, if compared with Yang Youqi, there is still a big gap. However, it should be enough to deal with these people.
But this does not affect Zhang Gong's hit rate.
The bow and arrow fired without any miss, and one arrow shot down one person. In some places where even Ma Xiao couldn't see clearly, he heard the sound of pulling a bow string from inside the house, and then a scream came from the darkness opposite.
Ma Xiaoquan did not neglect, he threw down the copper basin and pulled out the arrows from his body. Although the wound on his upper body was very painful, due to the heart of time, it was not fatal, so Ma Xiaoquan did not pay too much attention to it for the time being.
Ma Xiaoquan dived into the darkness, carefully looking for the archers in the darkness...
One... two... When Ma Xiaoquan broke the neck of the sixth person, the other person suddenly felt bad and ran away.
After hearing the yellow turban bandits fleeing away, Ma Xiaoquan emerged from the darkness again.
Mao Feng was already dead. He was shot through the throat with a bow and arrow. Many of Mao Feng's family members were also shot and hacked to death because they were running around in fear.
The survivors were basically children and women. Ma Xiao counted them all and found that in addition to two pretty women, there were two old people and a little boy.
The little boy did not cry because of Mao Feng's death. He walked up to Mao Feng sensibly, took out a blanket and covered Mao Feng's face.
Ma Xiaoquan was quite surprised, because he knew that this little boy was Mao Feng's only son, the son of his first wife, and that this son could be so calm after his father died.
"My benefactor! Please accept me as your disciple!" The little boy made a sound and knelt down in front of Ma Xiaofang.
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned and very helpless. During his trip to Yanzhou, he had already committed several killings. Although he was very accustomed to these things when he was a special soldier, human life is human life. Unless it is absolutely necessary, Ma Xiaoquan still doesn't know how to kill.
Thinking of harvesting human lives at will.
"Why do you want to worship me as your teacher?"
The little boy raised his head and gritted his teeth and said, "I want to avenge my father!"
Ma Xiaoquan asked again: "What if the revenge is finished?"
The little boy was stunned and stopped talking. Obviously, what else could he do after taking revenge? Children are children after all.
"Get up, I won't accept you as my disciple!" Ma Xiaoquan said calmly.