At dawn, Long Shoupo's shouting and killing finally subsided, and the leader of the black-clothed man covered in blood stood in the center with the blood-stained Qingfeng sword, and the blade was cut out of the gap, which showed that there were a lot of people killed in the battle just now. The scarf has been untied, revealing a very feminine face, between the peach blossom eyes turning, a charming air inadvertently and naturally revealed, it is the young master of the Panlong Pavilion 'Zimu Gongzi', at this time he is directing his men to pack up the spoils, a large number of goods and hundreds of horses make everyone smile, looking at their skillful movements, it is obviously not the first time to do this kind of thing.

Although Zimu Gongzi looks like a "captivating city", no one dares to look at his face in a daze, and no one dares to laugh at him, the last one joked that he was a guest of "Alluring the city and the country", he was drunk and thrown into a large stone mill, shattered his bones, and the minced meat was fed to his captive guard dog. The 'pig intestine' on the side is full of clean, and he who hid behind when he rushed to kill, just shouted loudly, but people will never rush forward, but only in the end, when the overall situation has been timed, he stabbed a few dying horse gang guys with the serrated machete in his hand, and then ran to the master to show his merits......

"How many died?" Purple Wood asked ruthlessly.

"Returning to the prince: "Killed 25 enemies, one was seriously injured by them and escaped, and a young man fell into the river, and it was difficult to survive." Sneaking a glance at the master's face, the large intestine butler mustered up the courage to continue: "However, we ourselves have also killed 15 people, 10 people were slightly injured, and three were seriously injured, and we are dying." ”

"What?" A little angry Zimu Gongzi said: "We are all well-trained armor soldiers, and it is a surprise sneak attack, why are there so many casualties?" ”

"These caravan guys are all not afraid of death, although they are attacked, but they dare to play with us with their bare hands, and the boy who fell into the river last is strong in martial arts, and the sword in his hand is extremely sharp, and at least half of the dead and wounded brothers were killed by him. After speaking, the pig's large intestine took out a short knife and dedicated his hands to Zimu Gongzi.

Drawing the knife out of the sheath, a touch of blue light flashed, looking at the blade, the snowflake ripples were dazzling, the back of the knife was slightly bent half a minute thick, and the blood grooves on both sides were stained with blood, and then look at the red inscription on the handle; The word "broken army" has been soaked in blood, as if it has come to life, and the bull head sign below is clearly visible; Picked up his own Qingfeng sword, slashed with the knife, and with a "ding" sound, the sword broke in response, and then looked at the short knife, the blade was not damaged at all.

"What a knife! Good knives! Broken army? …… Just what the doctor ordered! Zimu Gongzi gently stroked the blade of the knife with his hand, and a satisfied smile appeared on his little white face.

"Congratulations Childe! Congratulations to the child! Only Gongzi is worthy of having such a divine sword, and only such a sword is worthy of Gongzi's literary and martial arts. "When it comes to sycophancy, the 'large intestine butler' is absolutely superb.

Putting away the 'Broken Army' sword, Zimu Gongzi then ordered: "Gather all the horses, and send them to a small fishing village 15 miles away from Tingdong with the injured soldiers to settle down, and don't show the slightest rumor, as for these dead bodies...... Regardless of the enemy and me, they are all thrown into the Panlong River, hoping that the dragon king in the river can be satisfied with this sacrifice and bless my grandson's family and be rich for ten thousand years! …… Ha ha...... Ha! ”

Such vicious words coupled with the face of the city and the country have formed a strange beauty, and the 'pig intestine' standing on the side has a trance.

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Early in the morning, at the foot of Crouching Tiger Mountain, by the river, three people and a foal are running, the leader of the teenager is Xiao Yi, running every morning has formed a habit of life, and now he has pulled up the big cow, Ma Liu, plus the foal that is inseparable from him, forming a strange running team. The air by the river in autumn is fresh and refreshing, and it makes people feel extra refreshed when they take a breath, and the three of them can sometimes pick up some river mussels by the river, and sometimes some stranded small fish, today...... But I picked up a living person!

Xiao Yi, who had sharp eyes, was the first to find that there was a person lying on the bank of the river, with **** all over his body, and it was estimated that his clothes had long been washed away by the turbulent river; Face down, half of the body was still soaked in the water, the three of them hurriedly leaned forward, turned over and looked, it was a young man with a baby face, his face was pale, his stomach was bulging high, and there were several terrible wounds on his body, which were white and soaked in the river, and turned outward, revealing white and miserable tender flesh; Reaching out and touching my heart, there is a faint heartbeat.

Ma Liu said in surprise: "Isn't this the horse gang boy who drove the horse at the gate of our town the day before yesterday?" I knew him, and I talked to him about the habits of horses, how good or bad they were, and how he fell into the river. Still a knife wound? As he said that, he was about to pick up the young man, but Xiao Yi hurriedly stopped him.

The drowning person must first control the water and resume breathing, otherwise it is easy to suffocate to death. Let the big cow lift the baby-faced boy's feet upside down, and Xiao Yi began to squeeze the boy's abdominal cavity with his hands, once, twice...... Eventually, Babyface began to vomit, river water, mud, and leaves...... even spit out a small toad, quack! Wail! The screaming jumped away step by step; Seeing the young man's chest rise and fall, his breathing began to slowly recover, the three of them quickly lifted him up and wrapped him in clothes, carried him by the big cow, and rushed all the way to the small Taoist temple, where there was a fairy old Taoist who could save lives and help the wounded......

On the road, three gossip teenagers began a heated discussion:

"Why did he fall into the river?

You may have encountered bandits!

Then why is there no clothes?

This, probably bandits robbed money and sex,

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Nonsense, I guess I jumped into the river by committing suicide in martyrdom......

Then why are there knife wounds?

Ay! The most poisonous woman's heart!

Oh! yes......"

After seeing the injured young man, he immediately washed the wound with warm water, applied the white medicine made by the old man, carefully wrapped it in a white linen cloth, and used the method of golden needles to stimulate the vitality in the young man's body, and on the other side boiled a decoction that nourished blood and qi......

After a night of steaming, he finally passed the dangerous period safely and saved the life of the baby-faced boy, just like that, Xiao Yi picked it up by the river, oh! No...... It was Zhang Yan who rescued another general of his own in the future, and finally worshiped the general of the Great Wei Zhengdong!

Xiao Yat still went to run on time on the frozen river bank in the morning, but there was an extra baby face in the team; After Zhang Yan woke up from a coma, she became silent, sitting in the room in a daze every day except eating, and every night was nightmares, babbling nonsense: "Firelight...... Fighting...... General Tiangong...... Cause...... My knife ......

Until one morning, the 'out of the dust' Lao Dao taught Xiao Yi the three of them martial arts in the courtyard, after seeing the superb skills of several people, the baby face was like a thawing frog, and suddenly came to life, with a raging flame of revenge in his eyes, kneeling in front of the door of the old Tao, kowtowing and bleeding, asking to learn the art from the teacher...... So there was one more person in the running team.

The later "Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms" Wei Shu recorded: "Zhang Yan, a native of Qingzhou, his parents are unknown, born in poverty, when he was young, he and his uncle went out to sell horses, encountered robbers on the road, his uncle died, the horses were scattered, he was seriously injured, and he jumped into the river to escape; Rescued by the 'Marquis of No Worries' Xiao Yi by the river, he was grateful, so he allowed him to drive, and in the future, he worshiped the general of the Great Wei Zhengdong, Jue, and the Marquis of Fuyuan. As the saying goes: "Those who live my life have no worries!" ”