You finished the joke [Quick Transmigration]

The night sinks like water.

The wine was splashed into the bowl, splashing a lot of flowers on the table.

The wine is fragrant.

"Old man Ge, this battle has been fought for two years, and I finally beat the shit out of these grandsons hahahahaha."

"Old Wu, this battle is really beautiful!"

"It's a good strategy from the military division!"

The military adviser declined: "It's the credit of the gang leader! Without such delicious food, how can the brothers be motivated?"

Several people pushed back and forth.

Someone at the table gave a low cough.

A few people came to their senses: "After all, the general is the one who deserves the most credit!"

"Yes! It's the general who led him well! He killed a good enemy with one hand!"

"General, I respect you a bowl!"

These words were full of pride, and everyone picked up their wine bowls and drank them all in one gulp.

These bastards didn't think of him until the end.

The general shook his head, picked up the wine bowl, raised his head and finished.

The spilled wine slid down the corners of her lips, and the drops of water glistened with luster.

The eyes of the soldiers around were straightened.

When the general first came eight years ago, no one in the barracks looked down on him.

So handsome, he doesn't look like a general at first glance.

They are not jealous.

It wasn't until several rounds of life and death that everyone was convinced.

The new generals are not only handsome, but also courageous.

After eight years of fighting and going through hardships, the general has become more masculine. At this moment, the corners of his brows are sharp and his eyes are sharp. Just one glance can make a man feel hot all over and a woman feel weak all over.

The little girls in the border town were fascinated one by one, the one who was drunk and dreamed to death.

After finally winning the battle, and now they are full of wine, food and tea, some people are starting to feel full and lustful.

Old Wu slapped the empty wine bowl on the table, wiped the wine stains from his lips, and shouted, "Let me tell a naughty joke to my brothers."

As soon as Lao Wu said this, the general felt that something was wrong.

The sword on the case seemed to move slightly, and the general held his forehead.

"Why don't you talk about it." The general tried to show his dignity to suppress this group of rough and unrestrained men.

"The general is still a baby, isn't he?" Everyone roared with laughter.

"One day, brothers, take the general to Yihong Courtyard to open your eyes!"

The general's ears were slightly red, and he pretended to be calm and cursed, "A group of people, big or small."

The scabbard of the sword was also suddenly stained with a hint of red.

Regardless of the general's protest, Old Wu opened his mouth to speak, eloquently and with gusto.

After saying a word, the big men in the audience roared with laughter, and some of them flushed all over their faces.

The scene was noisy.

If someone is more careful, they can find the sword that the general placed on the table is humming slightly.

The sword vibrated more and more frequently, the general stretched out his cocooned hand, and pressed it secretly.

It doesn't help, the sword trembles fiercely on its own.

The general lowered his head, the sharpness in his eyes disappeared at this moment, and all of them turned into softness and helplessness in an instant, and the hard edges and corners eased, like a tall and straight mountain turning into a gurgling stream in an instant.

Still not stopping.

With a sound of "铛", the general flicked the scabbard of the sword with his fingers. The sword seemed to be dissatisfied. The wine in the bowl on the table shook the ground, splashed out of the bowl, and spilled on the table.

With a movement of the corner of his robe, the general picked up his sword, stood up steadily, and raised his eyes to regain his coldness.

"Drink slowly, brothers, I'll go back first."

"Farewell, general, after winning the battle, drink a few more cups with the brothers."

Old Wu rolled his eyes and said loudly, "The general must have heard a nasty joke and couldn't resist going back to solve it!"

The crowd laughed again.

After several times of tugging, the general insisted on leaving, and everyone had to let him go back.

One person muttered behind him, "Every time the general is in a hurry to go back, why does it seem like he is going to see his wife?"

Someone laughed and said, "When will we raid the general's tent? Maybe there's a little lady hiding there!"

The general heard the discussion behind him, slowly clenched the sword in his hand, and pressed it to his chest, it was warm.

After returning to the tent, the general took off his coat, revealing his muscular back with several old scars on his back.

The general bent down and scooped up a basin of water to rinse his face, then slowly soaked the towel on the rack in warm water, picked it up and wrung it dry, and sat on the bed to wipe the sword lightly.

The tent was cut off from the noise outside, and there was silence, only the sword was still humming.

The general looked focused and his eyes were soft.

When the sword finally calmed down, the general spread out the quilt and lay down on the bed.

Putting the sword in front of his body, he closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

In the dream, the smoke was lingering, and the sound of dripping water could be heard from afar.

The general walked forward without hesitation, and only saw a small courtyard after the clouds and mist were cleared away.

In the courtyard, a young man was lazily sitting on the swing, with exquisite eyebrows and red clothes like fire.

Seeing him approaching, surprise flashed in the young man's eyes, and he leapt forward, the corners of his clothes fluttered with a touch of red.

The general smiled, and reached out to catch the soft fragrance like jade that flew into his arms.

The boy in his arms wrapped his arms around the general's strong waist, twisted his hands hard, and said angrily, "How dare you hit me today!"

There was pain in the waist, the general couldn't laugh or cry, pinched the boy's nose, and put on a reproachful tone, "There are so many people, you don't stop for a while, what should you do if you find out?"

The young man pursed his lips, and Weng said, "I can't help it, it's too funny."

Yue Mo remembered that joke again, and the boy kept giggling in his arms.

The general's throat slipped, "Oh? Can you understand that dirty joke?"

The boy trembled his fingers and wiped out a tears that laughed at the corner of his eyes. "Hahahahahahahaha, what, what a joke, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, hahahahahaha, where is it ..."

The general sighed.

He didn't even realize that it was a dirty joke, so why did he laugh like this?

The boy is good at everything, why can he laugh at everything?

It was nothing like a bloodthirsty sword that had killed several people.

The general pressed the boy against the thick trunk of the garden tree, and kissed him viciously.

Who would have expected that the general's sweetheart is actually a soul condensed in the sword that is always by his side?

The general fought on the battlefield for eight years, beheading millions of enemy troops, and his sword was dripping with blood.

The sword was addicted to blood and became emotional, and over time, it condensed into a conscious soul.

Eight years ago, the general accidentally obtained this sword from a master swordsmith.

This sword is the work of the old master. Since then, no one has seen the old man who made the sword.

The general looked at the sword in his hand. The body of the sword was straight, vermilion all over, and the scabbard was engraved with stars. When he pulled out the sword, the blade was like autumn frost, revealing a thin layer of cold light and coldness.

But holding the hilt of the sword, there was a faint warmth coming from the palm of his hand.

There are two ancient characters engraved on the body of the sword: Sheath Ming.

The general caressed the words protruding from the sword, and the sword trembled slightly under his hand as if it had aura.

The general couldn't put it down.

Since then, the sword has followed the general to fight on the battlefield, with gold and iron horses, and beacon and smoke iron cavalry, year after year.

I don't know when, the general can always see a boy in red in his dreams.

The young man has a graceful figure, and the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, with a sultry look.

The boy didn't like to wear shoes either, and always showed off his delicate ankles, which were white, and against the backdrop of the red dress, he was very striking, so attractive.

Seeing him coming, the young man was overjoyed, stepped forward and grabbed his robe, "Ashu! You are finally here!"

When the boy called his name, the sound was soft and sticky.

Seeing the boy's intimacy, the general was puzzled.

He doesn't know him.

The young man didn't care, he raised his chin, like a proud and charming little peacock, "I have a lot of credit for winning the battle today!"

The general was confused, and raised his eyes to look around. In a small courtyard, there were many trees, flying flowers all over the sky, and a stone table was placed under the tree.

There are long yellow sands at the border, how can there be such a beautiful scenery?

It was a dream.

The boy pulled him to sit on the stone chair beside the stone table, poured a cup of clear hot tea, and offered it with both hands.

"It took me a long time to transform into a human form, Ashu, you don't even talk to me."

The tea fragrance was clear and refreshing, and the young man sitting beside him muttered.

The heat came through the smooth teacup, and it burned your fingers.

The general was surprised, this dream was really too weird.

The boy dragged him and muttered a lot in his dream.

The one who complained the most was that when he left the camp, he accidentally knocked him on the door from time to time.

The general couldn't help but interjected, "You said it took you a long time to transform into a human form, so what are you?"

The boy patted the table and said dissatisfiedly, "Ashu, you are so stupid! You haven't recognized me for so long."

The boy pressed his face to the tip of his nose, "Ashu, take a closer look at me."

The general was staring, when there was a shaking, the dream in front of him seemed to be blown away by the wind, and suddenly disappeared from his eyes.

"General?" Another force pushed, "Why did you sleep so late today?"

The general opened his eyes and sat up, supported his head, and focused on the people around him, "Military division? What time is it?"

"It's already noon, everyone saw that you didn't show up for practice this morning, let me come over and have a look."

The military adviser paused, and said with concern, "What's wrong with the general?"

The general rubbed his temples, closed his eyes and replied, "It's nothing serious, it's just..."

"Just what?" The military division asked in confusion.

"Nothing." The general shook his head.

It was just... a long, weird dream.

In the dream, there are garden trees and pear blossoms, and the young man sits at the stone table under the tree.

The breeze blows, and the red clothes are burning.

When he was dressed, the general tied the sword around his waist.

When he got out of the tent, he suddenly remembered what the boy complained about him in his dream last night.

When you go out, you always bump into him?

The general held his breath, and secretly noticed in his heart.

He didn't bump into anything until he stepped out of the tent door.

The general breathed a sigh of relief, not realizing that it was a little funny, but it was just a dream, and he actually took it seriously.

The general regained his composure, stepped up and turned to the left, only to hear a muffled sound, and the sword hanging on his right waist hit the tent door with a "snap".

The sound is so subtle that if you don't pay attention, you won't notice it at all.

The general froze, slowly lowered his head, frowned and looked carefully at the sword at his waist.

The author has something to say: This chapter is the first story of the two of them. If you read this chapter as the beginning of the whole book, maybe you will understand it...

......I guess?