When Yan Bing returned to the commander's tent after the discussion, Lingyue had already woken up. Seeing Yan Bing come in, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, and without any need for extra words, they began to pack their bags.
At this time, the transport camp was even more lively. All the disciples of the Feixia Sect were carrying large and small bags and throwing them into the Xingtian where they were going to ride, including dry food to eat, water to drink, various dried meats, and
There are quilts, chamber pots, and bedpans, which are fully prepared for this journey.
But the senior sisters of Feixiamen are not as straightforward as them.
The first thing that bears the brunt is the difference between men and women.
After all, all the people in the army are men, and the Xingtian camp is no exception. If you are not trained in controlling Xingtian, it is easy to deviate from the direction, or fail to grasp the height and hit the mountain. Therefore, it is a general trend for men and women to ride on Xingtian together.
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Although Yan Bing's senior sisters are all heroes among women, and they don't think there is anything wrong with having sex with men, but people...
There are always "three emergencies"...
No matter how generous you are, you can't resolve internal worries in front of the soldiers, right?
Therefore, they all finally came up with an alternative solution, which was to take a piece of bedcloth and tie it to both ends of Xingtian's hanging rope, completely separating them from the middle, and then ride on a Xingtian in pairs so that they could take care of each other.
A group of people were just busy doing their own thing, in full swing, but the old man's place was a completely different scene.
"I won't go!!! You are gambling with my Feixia Sect's thousand-year inheritance! If I die, I will die! You must not destroy Feixia Sect just because of me!! You'd better...hey
?What are you doing!?? Let go!! Don’t pull me!! Let me go...!!!"
The uncle was still reasoning with him non-stop, but the second uncle and the fourth uncle obviously didn't have the patience. They went up and tied up the old man tightly with a bedroll, and then directly raised it to Xingtian and walked towards him.
He threw it in, dusted his hands, and then went back to pack their luggage, leaving the old man lying in the hanging basket thoughtfully as if he had become a spirit in a bamboo tube...
This scene... Why does I feel so familiar... But I can't remember it for a moment...
strangeness……
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Three quarters of a hour
Yan Bing led Lingyue and hurried to the supply camp, and naturally Wen Miao and Xue Kui were behind them. In fact, the four of them took so long to arrive, not because there were too many things to pack, but because they were
Tangled with the four children picked up from the battlefield...
Wen Miao and Lingyue advocated taking them with them, while Xue Kui chose to remain neutral and not help anyone. In the end, Yan Bing was left alone to persuade them sincerely. After all, this trip was dangerous and long, with four ten-year-old children.
I really couldn't stand the torment, all kinds of reasons, all kinds of persuasion, and finally I couldn't stand it anymore, so I yelled and cursed.
"My master is almost dead!! You are still so pretentious!! If you dare to say one more thing!! I will divorce you directly with a divorce letter!!"
Yan Bing had a rare moment of toughness...
The angry Wang Wenmiao covered her face and cried...
But Lingyue just sneered and slowly approached...
Therefore, when Yan Bing appeared in front of everyone, Feng Chen immediately sensed something was wrong. He walked up to Yan Bing, raised his hand to lift her hair, and asked loudly: "Who hit her!!?? Which one of you two?
Beaten!?? Look at my sister’s eyes!! From so far away, I thought she put rouge on her eyelids! They are so red and swollen!! This is the internal martial arts... Lingyue
!Is it you!”
Lingyue knew she was in the wrong, so she didn't say anything. She just tightened the bag on her back and walked to a deserted Xingtian and got in. She let Feng Chen point at her back and curse, "What a tigress?"
What kind of junior sister has been unlucky enough to marry you for eight lifetimes? If this continues, I'm afraid she won't live to be thirty and will be beaten to death by you.
At this time, Li Bing seemed to have suffered a thousand grievances and finally found her mother's family. Not only did she not dissuade her, but she kept nodding aside, which made Xue Kui laugh so hard that she covered her mouth and squatted on the ground.
Trembling.
"I'm telling you!! Next time, let me see you hit my sister! I don't care whose daughter you are!! I'll still deal with you!!"
Feng Chen's mouth was dry from scolding, so he breathed heavily, turned to look at Yan Bing who was still pretending to be aggressive, and said with a look of disgust: "You said you were too! Where was your diligence in practicing in the past!?
We are also from a martial arts family! You married her, so why are you being bullied by others every day? Don’t you feel ashamed??”
When Yan Bing heard this, he immediately lost his temper and retorted directly: "Brother! You are going too far. You can't instigate our husband and wife to do something, right? What's more, she is a woman... As a person...
...As...as the head of a family! How can you hit a woman at will? For example, if Sister Caiyi comes in in the future, and she doesn't listen to you, are you going to hit her too? It's not easy to hit...
…right or not…”
"Hey, you bastard with your elbows turned out! I'll help you find your identity, brother! You're talking about me instead! Can Caiyi be the same as her? Caiyi is well-educated, gentle and virtuous, and she doesn't know how to fight. Of course she can fight."
Must not..."
"I can't bear to fight..." Yan Bing tore the window paper directly before Feng Chen finished speaking, then looked at him with a wicked smile and said, "Me too... Even if one day my martial arts is really good,
Even though she's better than her, I still can't bear to fight... Everyone knows this, so let's not talk about it."
After saying that, Yan Bing patted the speechless Feng Chen and got into Lingyue's hanging basket again...
"Hey... you bitch... I don't care about you anymore!!" Feng Chen looked at the unsatisfactory Yan Bing and snorted coldly. He turned his head and saw Yan Bing squatting on the ground, laughing so hard that he almost turned into a maggot.
Xue Kui scolded: "You're laughing your ass off!" Then he turned around and walked away to his own way.
Wen Miao looked calm at this time, walked slowly to Xue Kui, patted her back, and said softly: "Don't laugh...don't you envy me at all...?"
"Ah? What are you envious of?" Xue Kui was stunned for a moment, then followed Wen Miao's eyes and looked at Yan Bing, who was laughing and playing with Lingyue in the hanging basket. Then he suddenly realized, shrugged, and said with a smile: "
You don't really take the divorce letter seriously, do you? Don't worry
, My silly sister, don’t look at how she accommodates Lingyue and how indifferent she is to me, but I know that in her heart, the three of us are more important than her own life. I am not worried about you, who is the most despised by her.
Isn't it funny that those who feel pity are worried blindly...?"
After Xue Kui finished speaking, she slowly stood up, dusted off the snowflakes on her skirt, and whispered: "However, you quite surprised me. In the past, you were always a Buddha, and you talked about everything.
, and now you’re actually jealous?”
"Who is jealous! I... I'm just a little bit envious..." Wen Miao looked at Yan Bing's back blankly, silently, then shook his head again, laughing and laughing at himself: "Me too... How can I change
So dissatisfied..."
"Okay, don't feel sorry for yourself, but I like you better now. At least you still have a little sparkle. It's not like before, you were like a nun all day long, which was very boring..." Xue Kui
As he spoke, he already walked around Wen Miao's back, put his hands on her shoulders, and gently pushed her towards Xingtian where Yan Bing was...
