Sleeve the world, mourning melody

I have to say that it feels good to be complimented.Xiao Ruoshui has been in a happy and leisurely mood these past few days. Because of Yi Mo's sound analysis when she parted, she said a lot of good things to her mother for her.

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Yi Mo couldn't help being amazed, the behavior of the people in this bandit village was rude, their words were vulgar, and their behavior was vulgar, but there was one thing that was good——

Extremely punctual.Hunting in the noon, practice in the afternoon, and even the time of dinner every day, the difference is less than a quarter of an hour... At night, the barbecue around the bonfire lasts until the dead of night. Yi Mo estimates that it will never exceed the second watch.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems like the daily routine of a military camp... But even a military camp, when foreign enemies are present, it is not so regular. In addition to being surprised, but also puzzled, this bandit village is more impressive than she thought.This is the first time since Yi Mo was trapped, he felt grateful for what happened to him. Since he saw the collusion between officials and bandits, he might as well investigate from here.

When I opened my eyes, the tent was completely dark, I guessed the time, and felt strange——Usually, at this time, the food delivery person should arrive.

He closed his eyes and leaned back on the haystack.

"Don't sleep, wake up! Today, we big brother Yi have spoken, we will reward you with food!"

Hearing the noise and opening his eyes, Yi Mo roughly calculated that the food delivery was half a quarter of an hour late today.

The person who came was still the same familiar face, but this time he brought two bowls.

The food delivery person squatted down by the haystack, in front of her, and stretched out his hands holding the bowl to her.

Yimo didn't move, just stared at him.

There was a flash of light in the man's eyes, he turned his hands abruptly, and the mouth of the bowl overlapped. He looked at her with a mocking smile, and viciously shook the closed bowl.

The bowl was opened again, and the white steamed buns fell into another bowl, stained with something half charcoal black and half scarlet.

unsightly...

The fishy smell goes straight into the nostrils...

You don't move, I don't move, Yi Mo looked at the visitor, and gradually saw impatience in his eyes, then he smiled slightly, lifted the steamed bun that had no appearance, and held out his other hand, in front of the visitor, Unhurriedly peeled off the skin of the steamed buns, and threw the messy pile into the bowl, leaving a part of his hand, closed his hand, handed it to his mouth, and chewed unhurriedly.

The visitor's expression changed suddenly, only astonishment remained in his eyes, Xu was lost in thought, until Yi Mo threw the last piece back into the bowl, and replied with a smile: "Thank you, little brother." Waking up from the dream, I got up and went out holding the bowl.

Yi Mo stopped laughing the moment the curtain fell.

Unending detention, two steamed buns barely survived, no sweet spring to quench thirst, lack of wound medicine, and lack of warm blankets.

Only loneliness, cold, pain, thirst, etc. can wear away the will.

Adding shame now... Yi Mo curled back to her original position, closing her eyes needlessly.

There are Goujian and Han Xin as precedents in ancient times, and there is a common saying that "a man can bend and stretch", and a man with a great reputation can still do it. She is a daughter, and she is someone who is used to life and death, so it is even more meaningless.

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"What's the matter?" Jing Yi pulled from the bonfire and stepped forward.

The person delivering the meal timidly passed the bowl over.

Seeing the leftovers in the bowl, Jing Yi snatched the bowl, raised his hand and threw it on the ground, gritted his teeth, "Okay, I underestimated her!"

The man in white robe said with a smile, "That's not an ordinary woman."

Jing Yi turned her head back, faced the light of the fire, and locked her gaze deeply, "Why don't you bring her to have a look tomorrow... I'm curious, what kind of woman can be so highly regarded by Brother He."

The man in white robe nodded, "Brother Jing, why don't you see me?" He shook the bamboo fan lightly in his hand, and the cold and alienated shadow was drawn out somewhat realistically by the flames.

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The author has something to say: Please bear with me if there is any interference, just change the punctuation later (the single quotes used alone are corrected to double quotes)~

Xiao Jingyi rushed to Jiangzhou non-stop, and after meeting Xiao Ruoshui, she also visited Yimu in the name of Yi Mo's friend.Returning to Xiao Ruo's underwater cave one after the other, the two hid in the room and whispered for a long time.

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Before noon of the next day, Yi Mo's hands were bound, and he was escorted to the open space in the center of the tent.

On the open space, a square martial arts training platform was built with matching wooden frames. On the viewing platform, the two fought inseparably, with stone hammers and double whips coming and going.

Glancing across the stage, a group of people were bustling and bustling. On the viewing platform, they were silent like cicadas. Most of them were dressed in the bunt that Lian Jiazi was used to, but the two of them were different.

A man in a white shirt presumably was the one who had met him before. Beside him, a man was holding a big knife and wearing a black suit with a cape of the same color. Looking from a distance, he was already a ruthless character without anger.

While Yi Mo was sizing up that person, that person's sharp eyes pierced several feet of air and came straight towards her. She was as straight as a pine tree. On the other side, the well-dressed man squinted his eyes, his expression relaxed, and he beckoned someone to come forward with his free hand.

Yi Mo was vigilant, and kept his eyes open to observe the situation on the platform. The majestic man wielding the stone hammer was the one she handed over. The man on the other side was thin and nimble, and frequently made strange moves, gradually gaining the upper hand. At this moment, his The opponent became more and more flustered.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The dense sound of drums resounded through the mountains, and Yi Mo's heart beat wildly. Isn't this the sound of military drums for an expedition?

She is full of fighting spirit and eager to try, and the people in the stands are also standing upright and alert.

Just as Yi Mo was surprised, the drummer ran straight over, without any explanation, he untied the rope, pulled her and left.

Yi Mo shook his sleeves angrily, and took a step back to follow.

Just now when the drum was heard, the people in the stands backed away, took a breath and were fully alert.

The person who led the way went directly to the stage, took Yi Mo to the space between the two facing each other, and handed over to the hatchback one by one, "Second brother, third brother. Send the order of the eldest brother, please step down and rest."

Half said and half stayed, the other three people understood.

The soft sword was still with him, and Yi Mo drew it out. After shaking off, the sword body trembled, and there was a slight ringing sound in his ears, so as to reassure himself.

The man on the opposite side rushed forward with double whips in hand.Yi Mo dodged sideways, and returned his move, but was blocked by the man with his backhand.

A new round of fighting started.

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When they came to the city, Xiao Jing noticed something was wrong from a distance. There were many guards at the gate of the city, and the inspections were strict when entering the city. When "he" led the horse forward, the first one left the horse, and the second one carried Yimo's customs clearance diploma and the previous post. The documents were detained, and the third one was stopped directly.

Being blocked, Xiao Jingyi's expression didn't change, but she looked at the person blocking the way in a calm and unhurried manner, and the official who came to the table and whispered caught her eyes.

Afterwards, "Yi Mo" was politely invited to sit aside and have a rest by the smiling face.

Xiao Jingyi picked up the teapot, poured herself a cup of tea, and sipped it calmly.

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The fight was in full swing, with neither the blade nor the whip giving way.

Jing Yi, who hadn't said anything since greeting anyone, said quietly, "As a woman, it's really not easy to be so skillful."

He Yun on the side curled his lips, the old god was there, and the bamboo fan shook lightly, "She is more than that."

in one sentence.Before He Yun finished speaking, Yi Mo made a false move on the stage, revealing an opening. When he was drawing his opponent close, he shook his forearm, and the soft sword wrapped around his hands, and he stretched out his free hand again, strangling his throat.

His pupils dilated, and the man panicked instantly, veins popping out of his whip-wielding hands needlessly.

Yi Mo pursed his chapped lips, and made no further movements.This place is not a battlefield, and the opponents are also compatriots. She came here for the truth, not for fierce fighting.

A heated discussion erupted among the people below, and many people clenched their hands. Facing the stands, they gradually formed a siege, and only waited for the leader to give an order, they all rushed up.

Yi Mo let go, and took half a step back, she was not so arrogant as to seek her own death.

But Jing Yi couldn't stand it any longer, he swung his sword to the ground, borrowed his strength to fly into the air, and swung his moves into the air.

Yi Mo retreated to a corner of the stand, and stood still in front of the majestic momentum. When the blade was approaching, he leaned back decisively and put his hands on the ground.Jing Yi froze for a moment, and changed to chopping down with the blade.

Kicking off the ground with both legs, clamping both sides of the blade, the arms, waist and abdomen exerted strength one after another, rolled the sword and flipped sideways several times one after another, causing Jing Yi to let go of the blade.

There was a muffled sigh from below.

Not yet finished.After grabbing the knife, when doing somersaults, Yi Mo made a slight movement, bowed, swung the soft sword out, hooked the blade, swung it in the air, and landed on the ground.

Knife and sword are all in hand.

The expressions of all the onlookers under the stands changed suddenly, different from the shock, anger or vigilance of the crowd. He Yun closed his fans and clapped his hands.

Yi Mo frowned. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child and determined to serve his country. He never thought that one day he would show off in public.How is this different from those who gamble for a living as street performers?It wasn't that she belittled the breadwinner, it was just that she didn't want to.

No matter how reluctant, something happened today, Yi Mo looked at the corner of the stands, the man clenched his fists and strode forward.She clenched the hilt of her sword tightly, full of vigilance.

Jing Yi stepped forward, his tense face gradually thawed, and a few steps in front of her, a smile appeared on his face, "The military teacher is indeed brilliant. The girl is indeed extraordinary."

Yi Mo was unmoved, and stared at him closely.

He Yun touched the ground with his toes, stretched his arms and stepped onto the stage, shook his fan, and smiled cynically, "Brother Jing, is this considered to be an admission of defeat?"