But at this time, Dongqing saw that she had accidentally stepped on Songren, and immediately turned forward on the horse's head. She was not in a hurry, and her skills were so fast that there was no sloppiness.

In a blink of an eye, he had passed several horses and was only three feet away from the scholar. The scholar was frightened. He raised the whip in his hand and threw it down. The horse under him jumped up again and distanced himself from the horses behind him.

Dongqing calmly stood on one of the horses, grabbed the reins with one hand, and stood firmly on the horse's back with both feet. She leaned forward and looked at the horses running around, and saw one of the horses galloping among the group.

The four hooves overshadowed the other horses.

Dongqing was overjoyed, but she saw that the distance between her feet and the horse was several feet away. If she wanted to jump over it, she would probably suffer a big fall with her current skills.

Just when he was in trouble, he saw the horse's sinews bulging and jumped again, directly jumping over the pony in front. Dongqing was overjoyed. She looked for a gap, got off the horse's back, and pulled off the loose rope.

He grasped both ends and threw them out, just in time to catch the naughty horse. Then he pulled it in with both hands, galloped for a few steps, kicked off the ground with his feet, and jumped on his back.

The horse's hooves were disordered for a moment, and Dongqing tightened the reins hard again. The horse's front hooves were raised, and it jumped up with a roar and a long cry.

Although he was riding a horse, cold sweat broke out on the scholar's forehead. The first reason was Dongqing's superb and thrilling galloping just now, and the second reason was that he had obviously chosen a good horse, but this time he had to lose to a Mao.

Head boy.

When the scholar was about to raise his whip again, something jumped over his head in the air. The scholar was so frightened that he almost dropped his whip. He subconsciously shrank his head and took a closer look. It was Holly that had just jumped over his head.

At this moment, Dongqing pulled the reins, turned around slowly, and showed a relaxed look on her face, and threw the wine bag on her waist to the scholar.

The scholar shook his head and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I picked a healthy horse among them, but I still lost to you!"

As he spoke, the scholar let out a long sigh, pulled open the wine bag, and took a deep breath. Drunk Song Ren smelled the aroma of the wine and immediately reached out and snatched the wine bag. He lay on the horse and drank it in a few gulps.

Then he lazily put his hands to his sides and fell asleep again.

The scholar was very thirsty and had half a bottle of wine in his hand just to satisfy his hunger. Before he could even take a sip, the drunkard took all of it away.

Dongqing shook her head helplessly, suddenly remembered what she had said to the scholar, and shouted: "Brother Xiucai, is it time to tell me now?"

Unexpectedly, Dongqing was still thinking about this matter. After thinking about it, the old scholar blushed and said, "If you lose, you lose. You must not spread this matter among those people."

"Ahem, that depends on the sincerity of Brother Xiucai!" Dongqing deliberately pulled the skirt of her clothes and said with a playful smile, imitating Wen Sheng'an.

Little Holly is no longer Little Holly. It is a good thing to have doubts, but if this word gets spread, the old scholar will not be able to bear it. He drove up to Dongqing with a long face and said: "You will understand this later.

Yes, just like our game today, you carried my shame in your belly, and I put your doubts on the horse!"

"Then, if there is a drunkard tied to the horse and he takes your shame to the village, you can't blame me, hahaha!"

"You little boy!"

Near midnight, Ma Jun was sitting alone on the stone wheel in the courtyard, waiting for news about the scholar. Snoring could be heard one after another in the room, and occasionally he could hear the drowsy people inside shouting and pretending to cough loudly.

It was getting late and late, and Ma Jun was upset. He didn't know what happened to Xiucai and the others. It was not a long way to Pi Mao Cross Street. Is there something wrong?

When he thought of this, Ma Jun became restless, left the stone wheel and walked out of the courtyard.

When he was standing still and looking into the distance, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from the foot of the mountain. The horseman was delighted at first, but as the sound of horse hooves got closer and closer, his expression immediately changed, and he began to mumble: "I clearly just called

The three of them went down, in the middle of the night, the sound of the hooves of dozens of horses, could it be..."

Just when he was about to turn around and run back to the courtyard, he bumped into Xu Yuan head-on. Years of practicing martial arts had made his movements sharp. Before he could open his mouth, he grabbed him and pinned him to the ground.

"The elbow is about to be broken..." When Xu Yuan trembled in pain and cried out, Ma Jun breathed a sigh of relief and said: "This... this is wrong. Xu Yuan, did you hear that there seems to be someone under the mountain?"

A large group of people are coming, could it be Qiao Lianshou?"

Xu Yuan didn't have time to touch his injured arm, so he held his breath and opened his ears.

"in the end…"

"Shh!"

Ma Jun was so anxious that he broke into a cold sweat. Seeing Xu Yuan's face relaxed, he pretended to be calm and said, "How many people are there?"

"There are about thirty or forty horses. Most of the horses' hoofbeats are light and scattered. They must be empty horses going up the mountain!"

Ma Jun suddenly became puzzled. How many families could raise so many horses on Qiaojia Mountain? Even if the reins were pulled off, how could they gather together and run towards the mountain? It is not impossible if it is really Qiao Lianshou.

After all, their phantom skills are as light as a swallow.

"You go and wake up the brothers, and I'll go and check. If it's really Qiao Lianshou, I can escape!" In the middle of the night, no scholar came, but a group of people rushed towards the village. Naturally, the horse army did not dare to act rashly.

.

When Xu Yuan returned to the courtyard, Ma Jun took a cypress stick from the door and touched it against the short cliff under the road.

The sound of horse hoofbeats was getting closer and closer. The horsemen held their sticks firmly in their hands and hid behind a haystack to listen with bated breath.

When the oncoming horse hurried onto the road, the horseman used his full palm strength to send out the cypress stick in his hand.

Song Ren, who was on the horse, was still drunk and unconscious. When the stick came up, it hit the horse's front leg. Song Ren somersaulted and rolled down like a puddle of mud.

At the right time, Ma Jun then rushed to the ground with a palm. Seeing that the man had fallen to the ground, he rolled the wooden stick with his feet and wrapped it in his hand. When he raised the stick and fell, Song Ren got up drunk and said: "It hurts! Butt!"

Gone!"

With a cry, Ma Jun calmed down and immediately put away the stick in his hand and bent down to help him up. The scholar and Dongqing behind him just arrived.

"who?"

"It's me!"

Ma Jun watched several horses arriving one after another in front of him and asked in surprise: "Wen Sheng'an has invited us up?"

The scholar got off his horse, walked up to Ma Jun without saying a word, and said, "I am in love with my family, and things are going to be difficult!"

"What's going on? Go to the village first!"

There was silence in the courtyard. A few people pushed open the courtyard door without saying a word. Several sticks and knives were held in front of their eyes. Jinggan turned on the light and looked at it, then asked: "Is it done?"

Ma Jun immediately turned around and glared at the scholar and said, "Is it done?"

After saying that, he rushed into the inner hall angrily.

After the others also entered the house, Dongqing closed the door smoothly.

Ma Jun was silent for a long time, then threw the wooden stick to the corner, turned his back and asked: "What kind of family law? He can't do it?"

The scholar stood at the door, stunned, and said hesitantly: "That's it...he is worried about his family...actually I didn't tell him!"
Chapter completed!