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Yelvxing was unfavorable when he came out. Instead of catching Xiao Lan, he lost the Feisha Red Jiao, and his right arm was slightly paralyzed by the black gold iron whip, and there were traces of soreness from the bones. Hu Dahan shook his head and called a military doctor to take him temporarily.

On the other end, Xiao Lan was more and more courageous. The iron whip in his hand swept across the army, barbed and sharp teeth pierced the cold armor, tore the live muscles, and the blood stained the yellow sand a mottled dark color. The trumpet sounded in the distance, high and loud, and an unquenchable fire of war was ignited in the chest of countless great Chu soldiers. A small group of horses followed Xiao Lan and swept their tails, and the cavalry who was lucky enough to escape from the Wujin Iron Whip, were still in shock and chopped off their horses again. They cooperated in tacit understanding and were invincible.

Eventually more and more Xilan cavalry soldiers noticed the man in black, and noticed the terrifying weapon in his hand, the vicious light and cold tearing through the gust of wind, as if even the flesh and blood were to be crushed into powder, they unconsciously retreated. Go, for fear that the evil spirit Shura will kill him. Hu Dahan had only heard Yelvxing say that Xiao Lan's kung fu was extraordinary, but he did not expect that his moves would be so cruel and unstoppable. Although separated by thousands of troops, he could feel the light in the eyes of the opponent at this moment. It should be bloodthirsty like a wolf. Seeing that the Xilan cavalry team had fallen into chaos, Hu Dahan decisively ordered the retreat, leaving only a team of men and horses as cover, while the rest of the army retreated from the flanks and retreated into the vast desert with the fastest speed.

Xiao Lan swept away the block in front of him and rushed towards Hu Dahan, but Yang Qingfeng shouted behind him, "Lan'er! Come back!"

Xiao Lan hesitated for a moment. In the blink of an eye, Hu Dahan's figure had been surrounded by guards and disappeared from Xiao Lan's sight.

The battle was fought cleanly, and the Chu army only took a few casualties to let Xilan Kingdom's army return. Later, Da Chu’s soldiers were spreading that the enemy coach Yeluxing was not only injured by Xiao Lan’s arm, but even Feisha Red Jiao was snatched away. When he retreated, he was embarrassed, just like being taken away. The eagle chases the rabbit in a hurry. Naturally, there was an exaggeration in these words, but Xiao Lan's bravery in this battle was an indisputable fact. Even He Xiao praised him, and wanted to thank him in person, but there was no one everywhere.

In the stable, Xiao Lan took a handful of hay and was feeding the snatched horse. Perhaps it was because of a hit on the head, Feisha Red Jiao looked a little dull, flung his tail and didn't want to pay attention to him, even the hair on his body was a little bleak.

"Lan'er." Yang Qingfeng came from behind.

"Master." Xiao Lan stood up, "Is the battlefield cleared?"

"It's almost there." Yang Qingfeng said, "General He is looking for you everywhere, why come here to feed the horses alone?"

"It's hard to grab it. Naturally, I have to take care of it." Xiao Lan said, "Feisha Red Jiao can be as famous as a sweaty BMW in the desert. It's rare to see it. The old Wang said it didn't want to eat forage, so I came over. Take a look."

"Why, in a bad mood?" Yang Qingfeng asked him.

"I can't talk about it." Xiao Lan threw the hay into the manger. "Why didn't Master let me take advantage of it last night?"

"Hu Dahan has always been protected by hundreds of soldiers and horses. When he retreated, he was at the back of the enemy camp. As a teacher, you will not be alone in danger." Yang Qingfeng said, "Although you have a strong martial arts, you are ultimately only one person. , If the other party has already prepared a trap, you will break in, and the gain will not be worth the loss."

Xiao Lan said, "But Nahu Dahan is right under my nose."

"You, you have never suffered." Yang Qingfeng patted him on the shoulder, "In this battle, you showed bravery, but you were brave and out of resourcefulness, and you underestimated the enemy too much. The problem must be corrected."

Xiao Lan did not speak, but continued to draw a bundle of hay to feed the horse.

"If you are dissatisfied, you might as well write it down and send it to Yangzhi City, let Xiao Mingyu comment on it, and see who is right and who is wrong with you, my master and apprentice?" Yang Qingfeng happily.

Xiao Lan had a meal.

"Why, I'm afraid of my daughter-in-law, dare not say?" Yang Qingfeng smashed him with his elbow.

Xiao Lan couldn't laugh or cry, but couldn't help but think about it. If Lu Zhui really received such a letter, how would he react? I'm afraid that he would train himself from head to toe with Master.

"It's going to start in the blink of an eye." Yang Qingfeng walked back slowly with him, "In half a year, you should also leave for Jiangnan. I don't know if this battle will be over by then."

"I guess not." Xiao Lan said, "The opponent has always been hiding in the desert and refuses to appear. The first time he played head-on, he injured the coach and turned his horse. It is considered embarrassed and returned, and he will only be more cautious in the future. ."

"But Yelvxing is not quite the same as the rumors," Yang Qingfeng said, "I was too calm, a little rash and reckless. The same was true when you met him in Yangzhi City last time?"

"That's not right, maybe it was only after seeing me that I was really jealous." Xiao Lan said, "He once wanted to take Mingyu back to the desert."

Yang Qingfeng paused, tentatively said: "Bring it back to be a military division?"

The corner of Xiao Lan's mouth raised.

Yang Qingfeng: "..."

Yang Qingfeng breathed a cold breath: "I did hear that Yelvxing was licentious and married many princesses, but they seemed to be...women." There is no man!

Xiao Lan teased: "Master is quite clear about these things."

Yang Qingfeng raised his eyebrows: "Why do you talk to the same teacher!"

"On the battlefield last night, he was really impulsive, but I guess it was because of old grievances, but more because I didn't know the depth of my skill, so he made a wrong judgment." Xiao Lan said, "For that kind of person Saying that if you eat a ditch and grow your wisdom, I am afraid that you will not make the same mistake next time."

"Not only is he gaining wisdom after eating, he is also known to be rewarded." Yang Qingfeng said, "Since Liangzi has been formed, you should pay more attention to it in the future. Don't follow his way."

Xiao Lan nodded: "I understand."

In the big camp of Xilan Kingdom, Yelvxing was sitting behind the case with a deep anger on his face. He didn't want to give anyone any explanation. Fortunately, Hu Dahan was also extremely witty and did not mention the defeat. He only asked the military doctor to bandage his wounds, and then quietly exited the tent.

The surroundings were quiet and empty, Yelvxing's expression finally eased a little. He felt that he was really underestimating the enemy. Recalling that matchup in Yangzhi City, Xiao Lan's skill was clearly indistinguishable from himself, but now it seems that it turned out to be just a fascinating trick.

The tea cup cracked from the big tent, and the guards and maids outside bowed their heads and dreaded to make any noise.

In Yangzhi City, Lu Zhui was wrapped in a thick robe, strolling and basking in the sun. On the first day of the new year, the small stalls have not yet appeared, and the streets are empty, but it has a quiet taste that is a bit different from the usual. He didn't want to go anywhere, he just walked aimlessly, crossing every path and alleyway, passing the familiar tea shed, bookstore, and inn, and finally out of the city.

Go to more places and see more scenery, maybe you can get back those lost memories. He wanted to know what had happened in the past, and he wanted to know who the vague shadow in his heart was, and why he would appear in his dreams all the time.

An old man in tattered clothes walked over from the other side of the ridge. Lu Zhui thought he was a beggar, but he saw it when he approached. He turned out to be someone he recognized.

Kongkong Miaoshou stayed in the tomb for ten days, without washing his face or gargle, his hair was disheveled like a chicken coop, and he was sloppy and sleepy. After seeing Lu Chai, he only raised his eyelids, barely saying hello.

To this weird old man, Tao Yuer only told Lu Zhui that he was a distant relative in the family and a tomb thief, and nothing else. Lu Zhui didn't ask much, but when he ran into it this time, he smiled and said, "Does senior want to go home?"

Kongkong Miao agreed with a promise. He originally wanted to go around him and walk back, but suddenly there was an idea in his heart—— Ruo Lu Zhui remembered at this time, if he completely disappeared from this world, then Xiao Lan, then Xiao Lan Will you be willing to have a good son, so that the empty and wonderful hand clan will no longer die?

This idea quickly sprouted in his brain, ran through the blood and penetrated his feet, and roots grew under his feet, like nails, so that he could not go any further.

"Senior?" Lu Chai shook his hand in front of him, "Are you okay?"

Kongkong Miaoshou looked into his eyes, with a hideous expression on his face and some uncontrollable excitement.

Lu Zhui said in shock, "Did Senior hit a ghost in the tomb?"

"You...you..." Kongkong Miao's hands rolled back violently, but the name of "Xiao Lan" could not be said. He knew the consequences of saying that, but if Lu Zhui died, if Lu Zhui died, he died. After that, what will happen to grandson, and will he follow along... crazy? Or frustrated, or furious, or simply cut off your fingers and vowed not to be short-handed?

All kinds of possibilities flashed through his mind, and the words that came to his lips were swallowed back. He did not dare to take risks, but he was unwilling to give up the great opportunity. The flames in his eyes were even worse, as if he wanted to chase Lu. A hole was burned out.

Lu Chai frowned slightly, thinking in his heart whether to stun him with a palm, and carry him back to find a doctor...or just find a Taoist priest?

Lu Zhui said, "Senior is all right?"

Kongkong's wonderful hand circled him twice, and another idea came into his mind.

What if he didn't die, but changed his heart? If you change your heart and marry another woman, that grandson can't blame him! Kong Kong Miao's hands became eager, and he felt that his method was perfect. He grasped Lu Chai's hand and laughed.

Looking at those dirt-covered claws, and thinking about this hand just scratching the grave, perhaps even picking up bones, Lu Zhui suddenly got a layer of goose bumps on his back, but for the sake of his elders, he still didn't shake it. Open, bit the bullet and said: "Should I send senior back?"

"Not going back." Kongkong said in a low voice, "I will take you to a good place."

"Where?" Lu asked.

Kongkong Miaoshou couldn't help but say, pulling him away.

Those who are still willing to open the door to make a living on the first day of the new year, there is only one in the city, and the veil is light and fragrant, and the sound of lavish music and laughter spread throughout the street.

The two stood at the door, both of them were a bit shocked.

The old bustard smiled and waved his kerchief and twisted it down: "Honorable guest, distinguished guest!"

Lu Chai took two steps back and calmly said, "Senior still has such hobbies?"

Kongkong's wonderful hand forcibly dragged him in, looking at the posture, he couldn't wait for a bowl of Mongolian sweat medicine to put people down and sell them directly to this spring flower courtyard.

"Miss! Miss!" Commanding the mansion, the little maid hurried up to the embroidered building, "Something happened!"

"What happened again?" Tie Yanyan propped his head with one hand, lacking interest.

The little maid was out of breath, and it took a long time to relieve her breath: "Master Lu went to the kiln!"