Cheng Yun pulled back the sleeve of the robe that was pressed under his knees three times in a row, and Shuhe turned over and fell over.

Shu He, who had turned two somersaults on the ground, leaned on his elbow and slung to his side, and said to Chengyun with a heartache as if he was disappointed that he was not as good as steel, saying, "Do you know how many people ask me for advice?"

Cheng Yun straightened his sleeves, curled his smile and replied: "It's a pity that there is no me."

Seeing that there was no play to sing, Shu He raised his breath and touched the ground with a boring breath. He immediately got up and soared into the air, slowly fell back to sit cross-legged, and asked without giving up: "How about the Taoist priest of Huoju?"

"Second Brother, don't tell me that it's wrong to be a junior sister." He looked back earnestly, and the calm smile on his lips was still there.

Shuhe heard the clues and spoke several times and stopped talking, and entered into meditation without any slightest taste.

It barely proves that the ones who come to the door are not rare, and those who cannot be asked for are broken.

After Shu He made a fuss, Cheng Yun got up completely in a state of sleepiness, stroked the rice stalks on his body, and walked out of the grain. Sure enough, the second carrier pigeon flew over.

When Chu Chu saw his master come out, he quickly handed over the second message.

The man inside seemed to have entered a state of meditation, but actually paid attention to the information around him at any time. He must have been worried, and said lightly without taking the paper, "Read it."

"The south wind blows, and the vernal equinox is green." After Chu Chu thought about it, he took out the paper and handed it to his master for replying to the message.

After thinking for a while, Cheng Yun wrote on the paper with a quill pen: Wan Bilius, the song of the song is singing.

Chu Chu put the paper into the letter tube and released the carrier pigeon. He quickly followed Cheng Yun's footsteps and asked anxiously: "Isn't the master resettled?"

The master is currently holding this face and is not safe no matter where he is.

How many people have been dealt with without any trace of Shuhe?

I officially enter the East Vietnam border tomorrow, but I don’t know what will happen.

To cultivate a good spirit, prepare for war tomorrow is more important than anything else.

Cheng Yun raised his hand to signal Chu Chu to retreat, his green shirt and shirt were floating with the night wind, walking among the drought and desolate fields, reaching out to touch the farm with insufficient water.

Cheng Yun stood up and waved the crop that broke with one touch on his hand, and felt a rough idea in his heart.

The crying of a child was faintly heard from the tenant's house, and the middle-aged tenant's couple was measuring carefully.

"Old man, you gave all the remaining grains to those three. What should we do?" The peasant woman with a black gray cloth towel wrapped in her head frequently wiped her tears, and the children in her arms kept crying.

"Why are you crying? Maybe it will rain tomorrow and even rice will survive." The dark and brown tenant sat at the table, and drank another cup of tea, accusing the peasant woman, "If you don't ask for help, you will not ask for help."

If I help this child collect it, can I give all the food?"

The peasant woman lowered her head and looked at the crying child in her arms, and said with a howling voice: "Isn't this effective? The child didn't stop crying at all!"

The tenant heard this and drove his wife into the room and said annoyedly: "You brought people back home. What's the use of complaining about these things now? Could it be that people will vomit all over? Do you dare to eat if you really vomit? Drink more water to stop hunger,

Less quarrels!"

"Can we drink water, can the child do it? Where can I get milk for the child without food?"

The peasant woman acted as a gesture to run out of the low house with her child in her arms, but was stopped by the tenant.

"It's night, where are you going?"

"What else can I go to the forest to find some food? You are such a boring one!" The peasant woman waved her husband's arm and ran out of the house.

Seeing that there was no one outside the house, the peasant woman seemed to be stunned. She walked out and guarded the child who was crying and searched everywhere with a nervous look.

"Look for me?" Cheng Yun stood on the ridge of the low house and looked coldly, asking in a low voice as deep as night charm.

The iron olives in the peasant woman's hand immediately left after a sound. Cheng Yun lifted his breath and gently tapped the roof. Without any effort, he flew past and slowly landed on the roof.

When he learned that he had been exposed, the tenant in the house broke through the eaves and broke out into the air. He stood on the ridge with a long knife in his hand and asked in disappointment: "How did you notice it?"

Cheng Yun held his hands behind his back, and when he entered Xia, he still felt that smile was cold and said in a cold voice: "The senior brothers all the way have never failed to win, and they cried like this. I guess they are probably not the two children, so they took this effort.

What's the matter if you fall into the trap?"

Walking south, Shuhe received all the praises and never derogatory. Now that a child is crying, can he not only doubt it?

What's more, that dry crop was even more wasteful and not really suffering from drought.

"Bah!" The tenant's big knife was half an inch away from Chengyun, and asked with a bloodthirsty smile: "Prince Jing has been to Beiyong for so many years, but still remembers the sufferings of Dongyue?"

"As you said, I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time, and I can't even recognize the road." Cheng Yun gently picked up the big knife with his sword finger. Seeing that he couldn't pick it up, he silently took three big steps to get the distance away, and said lightly,

"Why do you two let the farming run out and sing a big show in the middle of the night?"

"Follow us to return to the fief of King Yi." Seeing that there was no need to pretend, the peasant woman looked at the child in her arms in annoyed manner and threw the child out of the air. Fortunately, Chu Chuyin was worried about his master, and quickly took the crying as expected.

child.

Chu Chu coaxed the child to hold the child and accused him: "The little lady is so cruel!"

"Just! Isn't it even more cruel and ruthless to Prince Jing disregarding his fiefdom?" The big knife on the tenant's roof caught up with him half a step.

"I followed the two back to King Yi's fiefdom, and ignored the people, and were cruel and ruthless?" Cheng Yun sneered without diminishing his sneer, not caring about the blade in front of him at all.

"Prince Jing is good at verbalizing, and quickly surrender." The tenant acted to make a move, and suddenly felt a burst of heat coming from his forehead and looked up.

Shuhe came to the roof at some point, with his hands behind him, and the crane stood above his head, frightened the tenant so much that he quickly took three steps back.

"My prince, can you take him away if you want to stay?" Shuhe did not lose his stability because the tenant retreated, but still stood firmly above the tenant's head like a mountain.

The tenant had always lost his foothold, and tried to regain his aura and scolded him: "Bold! How dare you disobey Prince Yi?"

"Are both the first-class princes, can you only respect your uncle?" Cheng Yun sighed almost inaudible, glanced at him twice, and asked impatiently,

"What are the killer moves? Can you tell my prince to go to the fief of King Yi with you. Please use it even though you are out. It's night, you shouldn't be wandering around anymore. I should stop." Shuhe suppressed the two of them, not forgetting

I yawned as if tired.

"A joke, I've convinced Prince Yi's cessation and still want to use his inner breath?" The peasant woman said she was sure of winning and raised her sword to provoke Shu He.

"Taoism is not a martial art. The little lady was blinded by the cruelty and ruthlessness?" Shu He waved his whisk lightly, and the peasant woman suddenly seemed to be attacked by strong wind. She hit the low wall of the courtyard and vomited two mouthfuls of blood.

The tenant suddenly noticed the strangeness and looked up at Shu He and found that his feet were completely floating, not really landing on his head. He was so scared that he fell on the roof and muttered in shock, "Hao Shuzi?"
Chapter completed!