“Xianggong!”
Xue Ming unshackled Jiang Rou, picked up the woman and walked outside the firewood room.
The woman screamed and cried.
The only thing Xu Lin, who was shackled by the shackles, could do was kneel on the ground and kowtow to Xue Ming like crazy.
The blood that smashed his forehead on the ground was dripping, “Please, my lord, let my wife go, my lord, I will make you a cow and a horse!” ”
Bang, the wood room door is closed.
Xue Ming pressed Jiang Rou on his shoulder with one hand and skillfully locked it with the other.
The woman’s voice was crying.
Xu Lin stared at a pair of eyes full of scarlet blood, and frantically slammed the door like a demon.
The neck was rubbed and bleeding from the shackles, and the wrists were cuffed until the flesh was torn.
Wei Chu stood up several times, sighed heavily, and squatted down again.
“Rip and pull!”
The sound of clothes being torn apart clearly reached Han Xiang’s ears.
Through the crack in the door, the young man with clear ears saw that Xue Ming had pressed Jiang Rou against the stone mill.
The woman’s Mai clothes were torn off a large piece, revealing a large area of white skin like mutton fat jade.
“Rou’er!”
Xu Lin roared, his eyes almost bleeding.
Seeing Xue Ming laughing maniacally, he rubbed Jiang Rou’s snow-white skin with one hand and untied his belt with the other.
Han Xiangguo was about to get up, but suddenly sat down.
“Rip and pull!”
Xue Ming pulled again, and Jiang Rou was almost naked.
When men are going to do that thing.
Suddenly.
It was accompanied by a very intense sharp pain.
Xue Ming could even hear the sound of the steel blade cutting through the flesh and blood barrier.
The man bowed his head.
Looking at the blood-stained blade that half penetrated his body, his expression was full of disbelief and incredulity.
The blade slowly withdraws.
Warm blood gushed out from the wound, instantly staining a large piece of clothing.
Xue Ming slowly turned around.
Look at the martial artist Erlang who is holding a money bag in one hand and a knife in the other.
“For … Why?!
Takejiro raised his right hand holding the money bag, “Brother taught me, the eldest husband should be in the world!”
“Samurai Jiro can commit himself to the shadows, but never be a twisted maggot!”
A muffled bang.
Wujiro Eight Pins Takeo Realm’s angry blow.
Directly hit Xue Ming’s head until it exploded like a watermelon.
The flesh and blood were shattered, and the twenty taels of silver in the money bag were splattered all over the place.
–
The next day.
Takejiro didn’t sleep all night.
Xue Ming’s body was chopped up and cooked, and fed to the dog raised by the treasurer of Yuelai Inn.
Looking at the two wolf dogs, Takejiro glanced obliquely at the treasurer.
“Dare to open an inn in the poor mountains and bad waters, Yang Treasurer should be a smart person.”
The treasurer’s humble attitude said: “Two fast catchers, escort four prisoners, and after resting in this shop for the night, they went on the road to welcome the morning sun.” ”
Lobby on the ground floor of the inn.
Han Xiangbone, Wei Chu, Xu Lin and Jiang Rou couple, a bowl of steaming millet porridge per person, plus enough white noodle steamed buns and small pickles, and even a plate of beef with sauce.
Han Xiang’s bones were slow, Wei Chu and Xu Lin Jiang Rou were really hungry.
Glancing at Wu Erlang, who was talking and laughing with the treasurer outside, Han Xiangbone couldn’t help but narrow his slender eyes.
–
Seventeenth year of Fuling, the third day of July.
The group of five finally calculated the boundary of Huzhou.
Since the martial artist Erlang smashed Xue Ming to death with a money bag, Han Xiangbone, Wei Chu, Xu Lin and Jiang Rou have never worn shackles again.
Two meals a day, rice porridge for meals, pickle nest tube enough.
While passing by the inn, Takejiro would also order two meat dishes for the four exiles.
It’s not like being distributed, it’s more like sightseeing.
On the third day of July, the sun is thin.
In the twilight, Han Xiangbone, Wei Chu, and Xu Lin went to the forest to collect firewood.
Jiang Rou took the corn and washed it by the stream.
Samurai Erlang stood under a tree, striding his horse, practicing boxing with one board and one eye.
Takejiro, who threw a punch, suddenly turned his head.
Looking at Han Xiangbone, who was carrying his hands on his back and his face was calm, he frowned and said, “Something?”
Han Xiangbone: “Fist, it’s not like you fight.” ”
The boy squeezed his fist,” punching, paying attention to a nowhere forward.
“Whether it’s a mountain or a sea ahead, be brave and pass your fists.”
“The fist is not out, but I am afraid that the mountain will grind the flesh and tear the flesh and break the bones.”
“If the heart is timid, the fist is not hard.”
“If the fist is soft, the enemy is unbreakable.”
In the sound of breaking the air, Han Xiangbone punched out.
The fist was strong and slammed against the thick body of the bowl.
Click.
The apricot tree crashed to the ground.
Takejiro was stunned.
“The Mountain and River Fist was taught by my master, and it cannot be taught to you.”
“But I have another copy of the Dragon and Elephant Fist Book, do you want to learn it?”
Takejiro was silent for a short moment and asked, “How old are you?”
Han Xiangbone told the truth: “Seventeen.” ”
How many products?”
“Five products.”
Seventeen-year-old Takeo Gopin.
Wujilang’s pupils shrank suddenly, and he was extremely confused: “Since he is a five-rank martial artist, why did he fall here?” ”
To be a farmer in the fields?!”
“If you reveal your identity to the county master, you will definitely be treated as a guest.”
Han Xiangbone smiled and said nothing.
Takejiro: “You taught me Dragon and Elephant Fist, do you want something from me?”
“I’m just a small catch, no money and no power.”
Han Xiangbone stretched out his finger and nodded to the position of Wujilang’s heart, “It is enough to be kind.”
“This time next year, maybe the year after that, I will most likely become the county commander of Xiangxiu County.”
“Live well, I need you then.”
Takejiro subconsciously took two steps backwards.
This boy is so dangerous!
What the hell is sacred?!
“Need… What do you need me to do?!
Han Xiangbone: “Kill the thief!” –
From Huzhou to Yunzhou.
Then enter the territory of Suzhou from Yunzhou.
In the seventeenth year of Fuling, on November 27, Xu Lin and Jiang Rou arrived at Jinli Mansion.
After handing over with Fuya, Wujilang took Han Xiangguo and Wei Chu to continue to go deeper.
Until December 25.
Finally, you can see the Great Wall of Xilei Sai at the end of the sky like a dragon.
It coincides with sunset.
The desert is vast and remote.
The northwest wind wrapped the yellow sand and blew on the body, cutting the body.
After wading through mountains and rivers for half a year, the three people who were servants of the wind and dust had long been physically and mentally exhausted, and they did not have the comfortable mood of appreciating the magnificent desert at all.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the sun sets on the long river.
In the distance is the destination of this trip, Yumen Pass.
From a long distance, the three of them could see a dozen or so pawns squatting under the loess city wall.
–
After the handover.
Wu Erlang did not spend the night at Yumen Pass, said goodbye to Han Xiangguan and Wei Chu and set out on his way home.
Said to be worried about the brother.
I am afraid that the five-foot big man will be bullied by his neighbors again.
December 25.
Han Xianggu and Wei Chu slept in a dimly lit stone house.
The two had only two beds of sour-smelling bedding.
I don’t know how many years I haven’t washed.
Wei Chu quipped, saying that he was covered with a corpse.
That night, the desert was cold and bone-blowing, and Han Xiangbone and Wei Chu did not sleep all night.
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ps: The plot of Xilei Sai is just two chapters, Wujiro and Wei Chu have laid the groundwork, and the next thing is what you love to watch.
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