The strategy proposed by Ye Hanzhou was strongly agreed by Ji Qingnian and Mingyin. The three of them discussed briefly. Then Mingyin and Ye Hanzhou came to the backyard of the clinic and were about to ride the Fengliu horse tied to the tree to the Qingshan Town Yamen.

"I only have this horse here. You two will discuss who will ride it, and the other one will sit behind you."

Ji Qingnian hugged her chest with her hands and whispered to the two men in the yard. The majesty of the shopkeeper was fully displayed in her hands.

Mingyin scratched his head, looked at Ye Han, and said reluctantly: "Let me ride it, just sit behind Hanzhou."

Mingyin felt a little disgusted when he thought that Ye Hanzhou's hands would tightly wrap around his waist on the road later, but he couldn't refuse. If Ye Hanzhou was asked to ride a horse, he would be the person sitting behind him. He didn't want to hug a big man's waist and abdomen. It was Lou's wife who wanted to hug him, so such a thing was thrown directly to Ye Hanzhou.

Ye Hanzhou obviously couldn't guess Mingyin was thinking about these strange things. He stretched out his hand and shook his five fingers in front of Mingyin's eyes, and kindly reminded: "Brother Ming, what's wrong with you? You look absent-minded. Are you tired?"

Mingyin shook his head hard and tried his best to prevent himself from thinking about those things. He smiled embarrassedly at Ye Hanzhou and said softly: "I'm fine, let's go quickly. If you delay any further, the yamen will probably close."

After saying that, Ming Yin turned over and rode on the horse's back, and then held the reins firmly with both hands. He turned around and looked at Ye Hanzhou, and urged in a deep voice: "Hanzhou, why are you still staying? Come up quickly, we have to leave now, otherwise it will be too late."

Ye Hanzhou shook his head in a silence, then jumped onto the horse's back. He looked at Mingyin who was facing his back and said with concern: "Brother Ming, don't force it. Hanzhou's riding skills are pretty good. Why don't you let me ride a horse? Just sit behind me." In fact, Ye Hanzhou didn't want to hug Mingyin.

Ming Yin shook his head like a drum, and responded without looking back: "I am a fierce young man, and he is strong in his body. If you don't believe me, please ask your sister-in-law."

When Ye Hanzhou heard this, he subconsciously looked at Ji Qingnian who was standing beside him. Ji Qingnian's face turned red in a short time. She glared at Mingyin with shame and annoyance, then took a step forward and kicked Zhui Fengma's butt, scolding, "There will never be a serious guy, get out of here."

The horse chased the wind and felt pain, and suddenly neighed. Two strong and thick hooves rose into the air, almost throwing the two people on the horse's back.

"Let's go and go to Qingshan Town."

Mingyin shouted loudly, then he grabbed the reins with both hands, kicked the horse's belly lightly with his legs, shaking his head, and carrying the two people on his back rushed out of the clinic's door with a majestic look.

Ji Qingnian quickly picked up her skirt and chased her, but when she stood in front of the clinic gate, she could only vaguely see a red shadow at the end of the official road in the distance.

"Be careful on the way, come back early, I'll prepare the meal and wait for you."

Ji Qingnian put his hands beside his mouth and shouted loudly in the direction of the official road, regardless of whether Mingyin and Ye Hanzhou could hear it.

There is a mass grave in the northwest of Wolong Village. It is the most deserted place on the entire border. There are no trees or hills in that area, so there are no barren mountains and ridges. No one will go there on weekdays, and even birds, beasts, insects and fish keep away from that lifeless place.

However, on this day, the mass grave became unexpectedly lively. A team of about 200 people came here. They were all wearing heavy armor and even their heads were covered by helmets. They didn't seem to want to see through their identities after being caught by others.

Standing at the front of the team was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He did not wear a helmet, and he didn't even wear armor, but just wore a black casual suit with a body.

He had an ordinary appearance and had nothing special. He was definitely the most inconspicuous person among the crowd, but the soldiers behind him looked at him with a strong look of awe. It was obvious that he was the leader of this group of people.

"Mr. Bu hasn't arrived yet, it's getting late."

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at his group of subordinates, and a calm voice slowly reached everyone's ears.

"Qi Zhuo Zheng, Mr. Bu said that it will be here at the hour of Yin, maybe we have to wait for him for a while."

A fully armed soldier stepped forward and knelt on one knee to report to the middle-aged man.

"Okay, then wait a little longer."

The middle-aged man waved his hand gently and spoke casually.

"Mr. Bu is so arrogant. He actually asked the marshal to wait in this mass grave where birds do not shit. No one in Chikan has ever dared to do this."

A slight dissatisfaction complaint sounded among the many soldiers, and everyone looked at the person who spoke, even the middle-aged man for the time was no exception.

"Tiezhu, why don't you shut up? The military orders are like a mountain. Whatever the marshal says is what you are doing, what are you making noises below."

A thin soldier poked the speaker's back and whispered to the latter.

The man named Tiezhu immediately closed his mouth tactfully when he heard this, but his eyes stubbornly stayed on their marshal.

"Mr. Bu plays an important role in our plan this time. Brothers all respect me. I don't want to hear anyone gossiping behind my back in the future."

The middle-aged man, carrying his hands on his back, looked at the group of soldiers in front of him, and spoke indifferently.

If the old general Murong from Baixing Kingdom was here at this moment, he would definitely not be able to help but exclaim when he saw the middle-aged man, because this middle-aged man was the commander of the six armies of Chikan Kingdom today and his old enemy in his life.

As Mingyin and Ye Hanzhou guessed, before they knew it, the people of Chikan Kingdom had crossed the borders of the two countries and broke into the territory of the Baixing Kingdom, and a huge conspiracy slowly began.

"I've been waiting for a long time, but I shouldn't be late."

A hoarse and harsh sound suddenly sounded, just like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

The Marshal of Chikan was slightly stunned when he heard the voice, and then a smile appeared on his face involuntarily. He cleared his throat and spoke loudly: "Mr. Bu is a clever idea. He came just right, not early or late, it is the hour of Yin."

A thin figure in a black robe slowly walked towards everyone. This was an old man with a haggard face. His head was covered with silk, his teeth were incomplete, and his eyes were even more turbid than the eyes of a dead fish. He seemed to have entered a state of twilight years and could die at any time.

"No, this old guy who can be burping at any time is the mysterious Mr. Bu, what a joke."

Tiezhu's face was full of disbelief, and he muttered subconsciously, which immediately attracted a lot of dissatisfied gazes around him. So he quickly reached out to cover his mouth, and then looked at the marshal who was standing in front.

"I have come here in person, but I don't know how the teacher is doing."

The Marshal of Chikan bowed to Mr. Bu and asked gently.

After hearing the Marshal's words, Mr. Bu did not answer immediately. He walked forward slowly, without any expression on his old face, and looked like a walking corpse.

"Marson Marshal, I have done everything. Now the eggs of the devil butterfly fill every corner of Wolong Village. In three days, these eggs will break out of the cocoon and become butterflies, and choose people to eat them. This territory is destined to be the marshal's bag."

Mr. Bu suddenly raised his head and looked at the Marshal of Chikan. Two breathtaking rays of light flashed through his dim and turbid eyes, as sharp as a sword that was out of the box.

The marshal's body shook and was stared at by Mr. Bu's eyes. His mind lost consciousness for a moment and became blank.

After waking up, the marshal looked at Mr. Bu, who was covered in black robe, and praised him: "Mr. He is worthy of being a famous high priest in Miaojiang. All kinds of methods are hard to defend against. With you to help this battle, I will definitely be able to conquer the city and take off the Xiang of Murong Old Man."

Mr. Bu slowly lowered his eyes, his voice hoarse and low as a ghost choking: "Master Marshal has the ambition to swallow mountains and rivers, so Bu is here to wish you a prosperous martial arts fortune."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his skinny hand and took out a strange-shaped bell from his arms, then reached out and threw it to the Marshal of Chikan, who was standing opposite him.

"What's this?"

The marshal raised his hand to catch the flying bell, then held it in his hand and watched it over and over again. He raised the bell and shook it hard, but no sound came out.

"The Marshal put away the bell and do not shake it on weekdays. It can control groups of devil butterflies to fight for you."

Mr. Bu walked to Marshal Chikan, reached out and held the other party's palm, and gave a serious instructor at the latter.

"Is it really that magical? I shook so hard just now, and I didn't see any movement."

Marshal Chikan asked in skeptical question, then slowly put the bell into his arms.

Mr. Bu did not speak, but suddenly raised his hand and pointed it in the distance. Marshal Chikan looked in the direction of his finger and was immediately shocked and could not speak.
Chapter completed!