Zhang Gong and others were also confused by their master, but they understood the rules. Ma Xiaoquan did not kill Wang Dali, so they did not think of stabbing him again.
Cao Hong walked up to Zhang Gong in confusion and asked quietly: "Master Shangxian didn't say whether to kill Wang Dali or not. What do you want us to do? Let him go or not?"
Zhang Gong shook his head: "I don't know either, General Cao, I think since my master didn't kill him, you just let him go, right?"
Cao Hong still had the right to spare two people on the battlefield, not to mention that Cao Hong admired Ma Xiaoquan very much. Furthermore, in this final extermination work, the Wang brothers were really insignificant.
"Okay, then I'll let him go." Cao Hong said, winking at several of his men.
Wang Dali managed to save his life inexplicably, and he didn't care about thanking him. He stood up in a panic, turned around and ran away. Since Wang Dali was missing an arm, Wang Dali's running inevitably gave people a strange and uncoordinated feeling.
With a "pop" sound, and after running out of Cao Ying for another three miles, Wang Dali stopped and fell to the ground.
Wang Dali panted heavily and turned his back to the sky.
"I will take revenge on you for your evil ways. And that bow, Yang Hu, Ding Yi, just wait. I will definitely take revenge on you in the future...who?"
While he was talking to himself, Wang Dali noticed several men walking towards him not far away.
These men are all dressed in the same way and walking in the same way, and in the center of these men, there is a man with phoenix eyes, thick eyebrows, thick lips, more than 8 feet in length, broad arms, and a Chinese-character face. He seems to be like this
At the head of the group, beside the man, stood a tall, thin man dressed as a scholar.
These people walked up to Wang Dali and pulled him up. One of them asked Wang Dali: "Who are you?"
Wang Dali was dressed as a thief, how could the other party not know who he was? The reason why he asked him this was because he must have been used by someone else.
Wang Dali rolled his eyes and said: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I know what you are looking for."
"Oh?" The man with the Chinese character in the middle said, "Do you really know?"
Wang Dali gritted his teeth and nodded.
Wang Dali had lied. He had made up his mind now. Even if he didn't know, he would still have to say he knew. In short, he could just hide it and talk about it later.
The Chinese-character face took out a white scroll from his arms, unfolded it, pointed at the pattern on the scroll and asked Wang Dali: "Have you seen this?"
I looked hard and laughed from ear to ear.
He was worried about how to make up an excuse before, but this time it was better. Wang Dali had actually seen this pattern before. He thought he had something similar when he occupied the top of the mountain.
"Why are you laughing? Be honest!"
Wang Dali didn't care. After laughing enough, he said: "Young master really understands people. I wonder if understanding people can do sensible things?"
The Chinese-character face frowned, and he thought to himself: It seems that this yellow turban thief is very poor and wants to blackmail people.
The Chinese-character face chuckled: "Okay, you tell me, and I'll listen." As the Chinese-character face said, he took out an ingot of gold from his arms, "If you're right, I'll reward you with this, how about it?"
When Wang Dali saw the gold, his heart beat violently, but he still shook his head.
The man with the Chinese character's face flashed in his eyes, as if he had murderous intent, but soon he said calmly: "How about adding a pot of good wine and half a roasted lamb?"
Wang Dali nodded and agreed.
"Then tell me. If you say it well, there will be other rewards."
Wang Dali told Guozi Lian how he obtained the sheepskin picture.
Upon hearing this, Guo Zilian immediately stepped forward and grabbed Wang Dali's collar and said, "Then where is that sheepskin picture now?"
Wang Dali shook his head: "I don't know, I was carried into the village by a demon, and everything was thrown there. Even my arm was burned off by the demon..."
Upon hearing this, Guo Zilian pulled off the sleeve of Wang Dali's broken arm, and then looked at the wound carefully.
"It's indeed on fire."
Wang Dali wanted to have a fit, but he thought about the ingot of gold and the good wine and meat, so he cooperated without moving.
The man with the Chinese character loosened his hands, clapped his hands, and winked at the servant, who presented him with a pot of good wine and half a roasted lamb.
"What are the characteristics of the demon?" Wang Dali asked with a Chinese character face.
Wang Dali tore off a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he took another sip of wine and said, "I can't tell you what you look like, but I'm definitely prettier than you, young master..."
When I heard the word "国", my face darkened.
Wang Dali hurriedly changed his words: "But it's not as majestic as the young master. Oh, by the way, that demon's hair is purple, and also, you can't kill that demon with a sword."
Upon hearing this, Guo Zi Lian clapped his hands and shouted: "Where is he now?"
Wang Dali did not lie, and told the truth directly: "To be honest, I don't know, because my life was given by the demon. He could have killed me... However, the demon should be there now."
In Cao Ying..."
At this time, the man dressed as a scholar walked up to Guozilian and whispered: "Master Lu, it is indeed true. Do you want us to go to Cao Yingzhong to meet him now?"
The Chinese-character face shook his head: "That's not necessary. We will meet in the future. It seems that the demon is also looking for the same thing as me. Moreover, this demon knows a lot more than me. Yuan Fang
, who do you think, me or the demon, will find that thing in the end?"
The man dressed as a scholar said respectfully: "He must be the young master, because the young master has the destiny of Huanglong. Although he cannot become a nine-five-year-old man, he can be a dragon among men."
The Chinese-character face nodded with satisfaction: "Let's go to Dongjun as soon as possible. The Hua Family's grand party is about to begin. I don't want to miss the opportunity to meet Miss Hua Yuexin... Of course
, I heard that the Hua family brought out several treasures this time, some of which I am interested in..."
The scholar man nodded and said respectfully: "Yes!"
The Chinese-character face patted Wang Dali, who was devouring his food, and left.
Wang Dali didn't react until the Chinese-character face was far away. Wang Dali was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
"With the destiny of Huanglong, he is a dragon among men, but he cannot become a ninety-five-year-old? I don't understand the origin of this group of people."
Just as he was talking, Wang Dali suddenly felt a severe pain in his chest. This pain was like a burning pain. In an instant, Wang Dali felt that he could not breathe.
"Uh." Wang Dali threw down the half-eaten leg of lamb and tore open the front of his clothes. He was dumbfounded.
It turned out that the punch Ma Xiaoquan had previously punched Wang Dali had left a burnt punch mark on Wang Dali's chest.
Wang Dali cursed loudly, but at the same time as he cursed, the fist marks began to spread like spiders, until they spread to his entire chest, and then stopped.
Wang Dali was startled. The first thing he felt was that the demon had cast a magic spell on him.
This time, Wang Dali was dumbfounded. He stood up tremblingly, slowly picked up the remaining roast lamb, and walked forward in despair...
In late December of the third year of Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty (AD 192), after more than eight months of hard fighting, Cao Cao finally put down the Yellow Turban rebellion in Yanzhou.
At this time, Cao Cao finally had his own base area.
Cao Cao reorganized his army based on the Yellow Turban thieves he collected. Except for a very small part of them who served, Cao Cao sent most of them to reclaim wasteland.
Ma Xiaoquan said goodbye to Cao Cao and others, and then drove back to Dongjun with Zhang Gong, Yang Hu and others.
By the time a few people returned to Dongjun, it was already the first month of the fourth year of Chuping, 193 AD.
When Ma Xiaoquan returned to his residence in Dongjun, he found that his residence had been renovated by Cao Cao.
Ma Xiaoquan secretly thought that Cao Cao was quite good at getting things done, so he laughed and knocked on the door.
Hua Lin opened the door. The moment the little girl saw Ma Xiaoquan, she rubbed her eyes first, and then "viciously" threw herself into Ma Xiaoquan's arms.
"Brother" is Hualin, who is sixteen years old and is now a slim and beautiful girl.
Ma Xiaoquan touched Hua Lin's little head and said, "I haven't seen you in a while. Lin'er has grown a lot in this year, right?"
Hualin, who was 16 years old, naturally understood a lot of things. Feeling the warmth of her brother's hand, the little girl blushed and exhorted her to break away from Ma Xiaoquan's arms.
"Brother is annoying!" The little girl made a face at Ma Xiaoquan and jumped into the yard.
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and walked into the yard.
Cao Cao indeed put a lot of effort into Ma Xiaoquan's residence. Cao Cao not only renovated the outside of Ma Xiaoquan's residence, but also repaired the inside if it could be repaired, and replaced the ones that couldn't.
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and suddenly felt as if he had become a big clan in the late Han Dynasty.
At this time, Xiu'er and Miaoyu came out to greet them. The two girls, one yi8 and one yi7, had become big girls.
Looking at the graceful figures of the two girls, Ma Xiaoquan couldn't control himself.
"Brother Shangxian..." Xiu'er gently tugged on the corner of Ma Xiaoquan's clothes. Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and asked, "Where's Diao Chan? Why don't you see Diao Chan?"
Miaoyu answered: "Brother Shangxian, where are sister Diaochan and sister Zhuzhu?"
"Zhuzhu?" Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "Oh, you said Ma Zhuzhu, what about Diplodocus?"
Miaoyu said: "Brother Liang went to get anti-fetal medicine for Sister Zhuzhu."
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned again.
"Okay!" Ma Xiaoquan laughed and said, "This Diplodocus is fast enough. You guys have also worked hard for me."
Ma Xiaoquan said, looking at Yang Hu and Ding Yi.
The two of them clapped their chests: "Master, don't worry, we will do our best."
...
That night, Ma Xiaoquan heard bursts of discordant sounds coming from Yang Hu and Ding Yi's room.
Ma Xiaoquan felt unbearably itchy when he heard that. At this moment, someone knocked on his door.
"It's so late, who is it?" Ma Xiaoquan said to himself and opened the door.
Outside the door, a woman in fine clothes stood with her back to Ma Xiaoquan.
"Who are you?"
The woman in gorgeous clothes slowly turned around.
Ma Xiaoquan's heart trembled violently and he was speechless.