In the scorching sun, there were a hundred people gathered in a sparse forest. Most of these people were old, weak, women and children, lying or sitting, scattered in every corner of the forest. From time to time, soft sobs and children's crying came from the crowd. In the corner of the forest, more than a dozen young and strong people gathered around an old man and a scholar, discussing something in a conversation.

"Village Chief, you always have an idea. If this continues, everyone will starve to death." The person who spoke was a young man with a dark face. Although his figure was not tall, he looked very stout.

The old man called the village chief did not answer, but frowned and looked at the scholar beside him, and asked slowly: "Mr. Deng, those officers and soldiers who entered the village that day were only a few dozen people. We were not without the strength to fight, but you made everyone tolerate it. You are our backbone, but now our houses have been burned and are left in this unfamiliar place. You should give everyone an explanation." Although the village chief was kind, he looked like blame.

The scholar named Deng smiled bitterly and sighed: "I don't know that my hometown is hard to leave. Even if we kill dozens of officers and soldiers, when tens of thousands of soldiers arrive in the future, our village will be more than 150. Alas..." Speaking of this, the scholar named Deng did not continue to speak, but everyone could understand the meaning.

The village chief was a little skeptical and frowned: "But the Song Dynasty and Mongolia have always been allies. They fought Jingou together a few years ago, but Mr. Deng..." The village chief was tall and steady, and knew that this topic was very taboo, so it was more obscure.

Without waiting for the scholar named Deng to answer, a tall man standing next to the short black young man said forcefully: "Village Chief, a few days ago, news came from my second uncle. In the war between Jingou and Mongolia, all the villages were burned by Jingou. My father and I investigated overnight. The compassion envoy who guarded the pass had already received a secret order to burn all the villages in our area." Although the young man who spoke was not wearing a long gown, his face was vaguely similar to the scholar named Deng. Obviously, the father he mentioned was the scholar named Deng. He listened to his tone and did not care about the mansion of the compassion envoy at night. Obviously, the father and son named Deng had martial arts.

When the village chief heard this, his face changed. He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. The scholar named Deng sighed and said, "I have asked my fourth brother to go to Zhao Village to report the news. It should be enough." As he said that, he gently twisted the short beard on his chin and said to himself: "The two countries of Jin and Song dynasties are together against Mongolia. It seems that the two countries have formed an alliance, and the world is still in chaos."

The short black young man looked impatient and shouted: "Uncle, whether it is the Golden Dog or Song Bing, we have to have dinner, right? We should not be hungry just by talking about military and national affairs." As he was talking about this, he saw four fast horses running towards this side from afar. He was covered with people dressed in fine clothes. He immediately turned around and pulled out a single knife from his luggage, gritted his teeth and said: "We are poor now, we are thin and long horses. We can't say that we will be a thief who cuts the path today." As he said that, he whistled, rose up from the ground, whirled in the air, and landed steadily on the official road.

The black short young man wanted to rob. It was the young master and the four of them. Since I learned that Ouyang Feng had left Taihu Lake and had the intention to return to the Western Regions, although he was very puzzled, he had to set off to chase him immediately. After all, the whole family's heart was in the hands of the evil thief, so he could not wait for the thief to come.

At the beginning, I wanted to go on the road alone. After all, I just got the friendly sponsorship of Qiu Qianren, and when I met Ouyang Feng, I would escape unanimously, but everyone refused. As a mother, Huang Rong said that she would save her baby's daughter in person, and Mochou would not leave me again. The old naughty boy had been dull for a long time. When he heard that there was a fight to beat him, he immediately rubbed his fists and was eager to try. Xiao Guizi thought that Baoer's abduct had a lot to do with him. Now

His injury was not serious, and his martial arts made great progress, so he naturally asked to go with him. Even Xiaolongnu pulled the fool and performed a newly learned style in front of me, clamoring to help save his niece. Yang Tiexin also took out his iron spear that he had not used for a long time, and joined my god sister Mu Nianci, who was determined to fight against the old poison. If Rongrong and Hongxiu had not recovered from their injuries, I would have really had a general mobilization from Tianbo Mansion this time.

These people made me quarrel, and in the end, I made the decision that except for my wife, I only brought Xiao Guizi with me this time. The most difficult thing to get the favor of the beauty is that my two wives don’t have to cry and make a fuss. As long as Mochou’s resentful eyes and Huang Rong’s expression of suppressing longing, I immediately raised my hand to surrender. Xiao Guizi was determined to go this time, but in the end she threatened her death. In addition, considering that Xiao Guizi’s martial arts is very advanced, it’s better to go out to hone her, so she must not bring this big light bulb.

The workload of persuading others is also very high. First of all, Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci are still a little self-aware. Although Hong Qigong was recuperating in Tianbo Mansion that day, he still couldn't help much at this time, so it would be fine to persuade the two of them. The old naughty boy is famous for helping him, so I can't let him follow him. Besides, there is no expert in Tianbo Mansion, so someone might take advantage of the situation again, so he just threw the old naughty boy to Yinggu and calmed down completely. The most difficult thing is

On the contrary, Xiaolongnu, the little girl, was spoiled by me, looking like she was not invaded by oil and salt, and she didn't let her hands down when she grabbed my clothes. She even kept her hands on my bed because she was afraid that I would run away in the middle of the night. In the end, she had no choice but to make countless wishes and sign several unequal treaties, which made this little ancestor relax. That's it. I looked at Xiaolongnu's big eyes, and still felt something was wrong. In private, I advised Rongrong, who had been mostly injured, and told her and Hongxiu to take care of this little thing.

This time, I had to go to Baituo Mountain for a long distance, and the journey was not short, so four good horses were indispensable. When the housekeeper Xu Li bought me the Dayuan Liangmao and Four Strikes for the snow, he also prepared two for Huang Rong and Mo Chou, who had been kept in the mansion. However, Huang Rong was still pregnant at that time, and Mo Chou was not very keen to ride horses and riding, so that these two good horses had the opportunity to show their power until today. There were no good horses in the mansion that could be comparable to these three Dayuan horses, and such good horses were not available with money. In desperation, Xu Li summoned nearby horse dealers overnight and asked Xiao Guizi to choose two mounts himself. At that time, he would be able to ride in turns and he could barely keep up with the speed of the Dayuan horse.

On the day I left, I was still shocked. This time, Huang Rong and Mo Chou and I went on the road together, so naturally I would not let me dress weird again. Although there were a few patches in the inconspicuous place, they were still elegant and upright overall, with a heroic spirit. Huang Rong and Mo Chou were each wearing light yellow and plain white, each wearing a veiled hat, and rode two white horses on each, which was a bit like a chivalrous woman. But when they turned their eyes, they felt a chill. Xiao Guizi was wearing a big red robe, with yellow silk thread embroidered with bowl-sized Du Danhua, and her hair was loose. She was tied with bright purple straps. In addition, the two maroon red horses beside him, it was like a ball of evil fire when they stood there?

Fortunately, Xiao Guizi was not so perverted that she applied rouge, and her eyes looked normal when looking at other men, which made me put down a little snack. But since Xiao Guizi came back from the dead, she often showed a strange expression that looked like a smile. I often gushed secretly. Could this be the expression of the legendary perverted sister Dongfang Bubai? I am becoming more and more sure now that the innate skills of Master Yideng has a close connection with the "Steaming Flower Book". I am just praying now that Xiao Guizi will not like men pervertedly. Although she wanted to change Xiao Guizi to this perverted outfit, she saw that the peonies on Xiao Guizi's cuffs and collar were exquisitely crafted. She expected that this kid had spent a lot of effort on this set of clothes. She thought that when she was wearing strange clothes half a year ago, she didn't feel any big deal, so she swallowed the words to her mouth.

Because the four of us were worried about Baoer's safety, we wanted to fly to Baituo Mountain. Every day, except for letting the horses rest, the four of us were rushing on the road. Xiao Guizi rode two good horses in rotation and could barely follow. After several days of rushing, we saw that we were about to leave the confinement, and we never thought we would meet a thief in the official road.

I gently tied the reins, and the four kicks under me, and the snow was neighing. I stood to stand still. I didn't feel like I had just run at high speed. Huang Rong and Mo Chou, who were standing beside me, also tied the reins together and stopped quietly beside me. The little Guizi's voice was quite loud. The red horse under his seat, with a long neigh, kicked into the air, and stood up suddenly, and then stopped. The spare red horse was still wandering around Xiao Guizi's horse and sniffed loudly.

The short black boy who came out of the robbery seemed to be pretty good from his jumping figure, but he was definitely an amateur robber, because he and I stared at each other for a long time, and didn't say a professional robbery term, but just waved the single sword in their hand and stared at me fiercely. I waited for a long time and didn't hear the classic lines. I couldn't help laughing: "Boy, you stand in front of my horse, say whatever you want, and even if you want to make a show, you will have an opening remark." Mo Chou, beside him, looked at the robber who didn't say a word and waved the sword, and couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!