The people in the valley were preparing for their last meal to be stationed here. For a moment, smoke was rising and the fragrance was rising. Yue Fei and others felt that there was no need to hide their traces, because this valley either advances or retreats, and there were two ways to choose from. Boldly and make fires and rice, which might also confuse the public. When the Western barbarians think that we are still staying here, we might have crossed the valley long ago. Can we escape from this crisis-ridden canyon overnight, maybe it will be tonight.

When the teacher's wife Yue Ling'er came back, she looked haggard and hoarse, and her expression seemed to be a man dead. As soon as she came back, she asked about whether her senior brother Wu Yonglin had returned. She asked almost half of the people here, and she didn't even let go of Brand's quarrel. In the end, she really couldn't understand Brand's language and had to give up.

Maybe this senior brother is doing something hide-and-seek with his senior sister-in-law again and playing surprise tricks. Last time he instigated so many people to propose to his senior sister-in-law, isn’t it a lesson for the past? Yue Fei and others didn’t take it seriously at first, until they were about to leave overnight, and senior brother Wu Yonglin had not come back. Yue Fei realized something was wrong. He was anxious to do everything. He was actually quite at ease with this adaptable and powerful senior brother Wu, who was actually very confident. I believe that with his ability, he would keep up.

"Are you ready?" Zhou Xun asked Brand, Jiumo Xuankong, Doroba and others who gathered together. Except for Doroba's legs and feet, Brand and Jiumo Xuankong might not be able to stand the rushing march overnight. Zhou Xun asked this because he hoped that the people around him could lend a helping hand when the two couldn't walk.

"Master Zhou, don't worry, Doroba will protect us." Jiumo Xuankong was already moved by Zhou Xun and others' unyielding behavior. The two might have been two dispensable burdens in this team, but Wu Yonglin treated them equally. Everyone should advance and retreat together. Under no circumstances could they leave anyone behind. Doroba, who didn't talk much, seemed to be infected by this atmosphere. At this time, he felt obliged to protect these two monks. He ordered his subordinates to take the blame on Brand, Jiumo Xuankong and others on their shoulders.

Heavy, although that was not too heavy for both of them, Doroba still stubbornly thought that it would be best for them to walk empty-handed. Doroba asked the two to wear two pairs of straw sandals that he had woven overnight on the side of the somewhat worn cloth shoes. It was difficult to walk on the mountain road, so it didn't matter to a man like him. But for these two monks who were in a weak position, a pair of good shoes directly determine the distance they continued to walk. Sometimes the distance between one step may determine the door of life and death.

Brand, Jiumo Xuankong took the shoes handed over by Doroba and put them on his feet, feeling just right. Doroba looked at the two of them embarrassedly, because the two big men were actually tearful, just like two little wives looking at their lover. They were obviously moved by the meticulous side of this carefree, big and thick man. If they were daughters, they would fall in love with this man at all.

"I've made it up for a few days and said I'm going to throw it away. I didn't expect it to come in handy today."

"Doropa, the omnipotent Lord will bless you forever, and you will be my eternal brother of Jesus."

"Doropa, the Buddha will bless you with peace for your life, Amitabha."

The old, weak and weak women and children in the distance were also doing the same thing as Doroba and others. During the days I was waiting here, Yue Fei had already asked these people to prepare early. For a while, they tied the bags and packed the things, and they seemed orderly, but not noisy. Even Xiao Qilian was very cooperative at this time. Perhaps he had just eaten the milk of the leopard's "Broken Sword". His tender little face was chubby. Hongxiu couldn't help but pinch his little face. The little guy also protested unrestrainedly, and directly shot out a boy's urination, wetting a large area of ​​Hongxiu's skirt that had not been able to take away. The little guy kept moving up and down, showing that he had succeeded in his conspiracy, and at the same time implying that he was not easy to mess with.

Hongxiu said angrily: "Boy, wait, you can walk when you can see how I deal with you."

A Xiang next to him threw the heavy Qilian to A Yong. Since this kid started drinking leopard milk, he actually started to dislike this mom-being girl. Sometimes A Xiang sent ***** to the little Qilian's mouth. This kid was too lazy to suck it, so he could not drink the leopard milk directly. He has been drinking so much since he was a child, and it is definitely a cow drink when he grows up. Sometimes A Xiang hugged her for a long time and had to ask for help from the sisters of the red shirt village who came to visit every now and then. This leopard milk is really real. Unfortunately, the fishy smell is a bit heavy, but this little Qilian is just a bit good. Who made you, the mother, missed those few sips when he was most important? It's not a little Qilian's picky and thin at this time.

Luo Pingyang has had a high fever since he was carried back by Zhang Hu last time. This was the worst injury he had ever suffered. After the Westerners attacked that time, almost all the medicines he carried with the army had been used up. Zhang Hu had no choice but to find herbs for Luo Pingyang to treat trauma. Because Luo Pingyang needed a large amount of medicine, Zhang Hu searched almost every inch of land around him, and the herbs he could get were limited. Sometimes, he even wanted to sneak into the tent of Western soldiers and soldiers to find medicine to treat Luo Pingyang, but looking at the strict defense, he had to give up.

Luo Pingyang, who has a strong ability to survive in bed, did not disappoint Zhang Hu's kindness. In just a few days, his originally dying body had already come alive, but the first and only words he said were: "Don't be on the scattered." (Cantonese, thank you)

This Brand had already stunned Zhang Hu. Another guy who spoke foreign language came. The last time he ate a pig and looked like a man, how could he change his personality? If he hadn't looked at Luo Pingyang's yellow skin, dark eyes, and black head, Zhang Hu would have thought that Luo Pingyang and Brand were in the same group. When Zhang Hu brought Brand to Luo Pingyang like a comedy, Brand actually began to carefully examine Luo Pingyang's pupils and the wounds of applying herbs. Unexpectedly, Brand was still a doctor.

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The man who wanted to go crazy was left in the wind. He didn't understand a word about the bird's singing, but he nodded deeply. Fortunately, Wu Yonglin usually taught him a simple saying, but he felt awkward. Because there were no cows, Zhang Hu blurted out what he could only understand: "Three cows."

People say that three women play together, and the good show of these three men who do not understand language is much more exciting.

Another day later, Luo Pingyang gradually came alive as Brand said, and at this time he also regained his consciousness. He did not speak Zhuang language this time, but used the same language as Zhang Hu. When Zhang Hu realized that this boy was the same type of person as him, he patted his shoulder excitedly as if he had appeared in the New Big 6.

"You should thank the silly Brand. He kept muttering in front of you for a while, and you actually came back to life."

Before Brand left, he used Jesus' usual prayer method to help Luo Pingyang pray, but in Zhang Hu's opinion, the different forms of practice were actually no essential difference from the Taoist priests he had seen around him before. Therefore, he took it for granted that his herbs did not play much role, and completely counted the credit on Brand.

"I still have to thank you, Brother Zhang. I used to think that none of the Han people was good. It was not until I met Brother Liang Jin who taught me to blow the arrow that I changed my view of the Han people. And I couldn't repay this time for saving my life. If Brother Zhang doesn't dislike me, I am willing to serve you forever and be a servant for your order."

"I am used to being free in normal times, but I can't stand it if a servant suddenly comes."

"What should I do?" Luo Pingyang pinched a corner of the quilt with his finger, trying to find a suitable way to repay him in his mind.

"I lack a brother who eats pigs with me. If Brother Luo wants to, you and I will be in line with each other in the future. I will still wait for you to get a fat pig for me to have a tooth sacrifice."

Luo Pingyang had the urge to cry, but the kind of loyalty that men only understood made him realize instantly that he and Zhang Hu were actually the same type of people, and they did not need so much nonsense to each other. The fight of a fist and the sign of an action could make each other understand. After his body gradually recovered and had been in contact with these people for a long time, he realized that these people were almost no different from the people in the village where he used to be. They were sincere, kind, and capable. They would not be slaughtered by others. They would try their best to escape and fight back. After they had been with these people for a long time, he would never be willing to leave.

He De was clumsyly holding a big knife that was not very compatible with his figure and dancing on the hillside, and it was like that. Next to him was the master Mao Zixing who he had finally asked for. After a period of embarrassing choice, he still chose Mao Zixing because he believed that Jiang was still the old one, but Mao Zixing didn't make him feel better.

The daily horse stance is a must, and often one stop is an hour. After He De persists for an hour, he no longer knows how to retract his legs, which are shaped like a circle. This is just the beginning. In order to make his thin body stronger as soon as possible, Mao Zixing would usually throw him two buckets with holes at the bottom, so that he had to fill the water of a wooden barrel with a certain distance in a limited time. Looking at the almost impossible task, He De actually persisted. Although the water is still difficult to fill, judging from He De's running like a flying figure, this kid has a kind of toughness that has been stimulated, and in time, he will become a useful person.

The gasping He De brought back this time was actually filled with half a bucket of water. There was no doubt that he had completed this unlikely task beautifully.

Just as He De was making small moves beside him, Mao Zixing scolded with glittering eyes: "Opportunities will harm you in the future."

He De had some stones stuffed into the eyes of the bucket at some point. As he got along, there was naturally less water flowing out of the gap. He De Zhan Zhan stood aside, mentally preparing for the coming severe punishment.

Mao Zixing, who was standing next to He De, had already wandered around the world. He remembered Mao Xirong, who used to like to fool him with tricks in front of him. Every time, he would almost scold his son who was so angry that he would become a habit later.

I remember one time when Mao Xirong took a cricket and walked past him, he threw the jar containing the crickets into pieces. This naturally made the boy cry for a while. He himself was not angry and glared and left. Later I realized that Mao Xirong didn't know how to make a fool of himself from there. This cricket could cure edema, and his original wife who died young had even more swollen feet during this period.

The departure of his original wife made him lack the care and warmth he deserved for these children. Since his eldest son and second son were over 20 years old, the maternal love he received from his mother was much more than Mao Xirong, who was only ten years old. Compared with Mao Xirong, they were also much more sensible. Perhaps it was out of guilt for Mao Xirong that Mao Zixing and Mao Xirong's two brothers spoiled him even more. Except for the moon in the sky, they could satisfy him.

It was enough for him, and the infamous reputation such as the "Little Overlord" appeared after this. The originally kind Mao Xirong gradually hid his nature. Mao Xirong eventually reaped the consequences of this arrogant personality. If the son did not teach him, the father and son lived. Mao Xirong finally became a real tyrant who was not very popular. He was a father to blame. If he could, he would definitely make up for the teachings he should have during his growth process.

"If I dare to do this next time, I will definitely not spare you."

After Mao Zixing finished speaking, he left as if nothing had happened, leaving behind a confused He De. This time the amnesty was like a sharp sword hanging over He De at all times, making him never dare to mess around again. In this relaxed and relaxed manner, Mao Zixing's great wisdom was revealed, and he seemed to have realized it a little late.

"Master, will you still be here tomorrow?" He De shouted at Mao Zixing, who was standing on the hillside, with anger at the old man's back. After all, he had just done something wrong, and he couldn't believe that the words just now were spoken from the stern Mao Zixing's mouth.

"Did you hear me calling me godfather in the future?"

He De didn't turn around at all. What happened to this master today? Are you crazy about your son?

"Godfather Mao, I'll just follow your instructions." He De shouted tentatively.

"Remove the word "Mao" and it sounds awkward. It seems like I am wronged by my son. Don't worry, this godfather will not let you suffer any loss."
Chapter completed!