[Comprehensive Wear] You will get used to wearing it

Yang Yi and Yi Ermi definitely belong to the type that gets married first and then falls in love, but obviously both of them have good vision, so although they got married in a flash, their relationship has always been very good.

As the daughter-in-law of a killer family, Yang Yi inevitably needs to go out to do missions, but Yang Yi doesn't like killing people.Of course, as a daughter-in-law, Yang Yi still receives a lot of preferential treatment. For example, there is no regulation on who must complete the tasks between him and Yiermi. That is to say, as long as Yiermi has time, Yang Yi's tasks It was also done by him.

Yang Yi's death was the most aggrieved this time, it was a death for love, and it was also a death in vain.Only then did Yang Yi understand why the people who beat the enemy Hakka were not allowed to make friends casually, because the price of making a wrong friend is really too high for the person who beat the enemy Hakka, that is the price of paying their lives directly.

Xiaojie is too impulsive, and the directness of the beast will often bring him good luck, but it may not necessarily bring good luck to others.After he knew that his father had appeared with the Ant King, he took Qiya with him without hesitation.But none of them paid attention to the consequences, so they were arrested.After receiving the news, the people who beat the enemy Hakka rushed over and started a big battle.In the scuffle, Qi Ya was injured in order to protect Xiaojie, while Yi Ermi was besieged to save Qi Ya, Yang Yi went to help Yi Ermi, resulting in both of them being killed by the ant king.

When Yang Yi woke up, he found himself lying in a broken thatched hut. He was wearing a ragged linen clothes, which were from ancient China.Yang Yi sat up and looked at the dilapidated room. There was only a wooden bed covered with old mats, a broken wooden box with a broken lock, a broken table with lame legs, and two old benches. , and nothing else.

Yang Yi took out a mirror from his bracelet and looked at it. Very well, this time it was a teenage boy with hair like straw and a withered and yellow face. A body as thin as a handful of bones.Yang Yi took out a piece of bread from the bracelet, gnawed on it, and walked out dragging his worn-out slippers.

There are a total of three houses where the boy lives, all of which are thatched houses, but there are not many thatch on the roof, so dilapidated ones are fine.The yard of this house is surrounded by a wooden fence. There are only some vegetables scattered in the yard. The leaves of the vegetables are withered and yellow, and they look completely inedible.

"Xiaojun, you're awake, come pick up dung with me today, the weather is getting colder and colder, our house hasn't started collecting dung yet!" A boy who was about the same age as Yang Yi picked up Two full buckets passed by the yard of Yang Yi's house. Seeing Yang Yi standing in the yard in a daze, they ran over with a smile and asked by the fence.

"No, I'm not strong yet. I want to rest for a day." Yang Yi waved his hand and said.

"Hey, don't be too sad. Your grandfather has been in this kind of place for so many years. Don't miss him, or he won't live in peace down here. You are the only seed of your old Yang family. You must Take care, it's hard to live in this kind of place, if you still can't think about it, your body will really not be able to bear it." Hearing Yang Yi's words, the other party looked at Yang Yi's pale face and said with concern.

"I save it, it's just that the wind and cold haven't gotten better two days ago, and now I'm still dizzy. I'm afraid that if I go out and be blown by the wild wind here, it will be bad if I get sick again. The medicine I drank two days ago is still You all begged and begged from the old lama, if I get sick again, he will definitely not give medicine." Yang Yi said.

"Hey, who made us Song people? People here just look down on us. Let's not talk about it. I have to go back, or my mother will beat me again."

"Go back, I'm going to rest in the house." Yang Yi waved his hand and said.

"I'll bring you glutinous rice cakes later, you go to sleep first!"

"No, your family is also in trouble, so you don't need to send me food." Yang Yi said hastily.

"Your family still has half a grain of grain, so don't be brave, I'm leaving!" The other party said and ran away quickly, spilling water from two buckets while running.

Yang Yi smiled and went back to the broken thatched cottage, and after turning the bed into Simmons, he lay down on it.This time was the end of the Song Dynasty. The Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty were in dispute, and the Mongols often launched small-scale wars on the border with the Song Dynasty. As a result, some Song Dynasty people living on the border of the Song Dynasty lived in dire straits every day.The officials of the Song Dynasty were too busy to take care of themselves, so they gave up the people on the border, so that they had to live on the border of Mongolia and lived a life of being oppressed by the Mongolians all day long.

The original owner of Yang Yi's body was named Yang Zijun, who was originally a descendant of the Yang family of the well-known Liujian Villa in the Jianghu, living a life of rich clothes and fine food.But later Liujian Villa was murdered by traitors, and most of the members of the Yang family died. Only the old man of the Yang family, who was half-disabled in martial arts, fled to Mongolia with Zhou Zijun, who was only three years old.The Yang family was originally a century-old family, and the old man of the Yang family also lived a good life from birth. He didn't know how to farm at all, and life on this side of the border was much more difficult than that of ordinary people in the Song Dynasty.So even if Mr. Yang brought some silver here at the beginning, he was wiped out within a few years, and the days just got worse and worse, until now he was penniless, and when he died and was buried, he spent all his family's savings.

Fortunately for Yang Yi, although Yang Zijun looks thin and will collapse when blown by the wind, in fact Yang Zijun has good martial arts.However, due to his congenital deficiencies, although he can memorize a lot of internal skills, his internal skills are not good. On the contrary, his external skills are very good.

Yang Yi sighed, the boy who was chatting with Yang Yi before ran over, stood outside the yard and called him out.

"Shuanzi, thank you auntie for helping me!" Yang Yi ran to the edge of the fence and smiled when he saw that Shuanzi was not only holding two fist-sized glutinous rice cakes in leaves, but also holding a large bowl of butter tea. Said.

"No, hurry up, drink the butter tea while it's still hot, I have to pick up the cow dung, and I'll get the bowl when I come back." Shuan Zi stuffed the thing into Yang Yi's hand and rubbed his head Said.

"Well, go quickly, you will be picked up if you go late." Yang Yi looked at the dark glutinous rice cake and the greasy butter tea in his hand, and felt that he had completely lost his appetite, but he still said with a smile.

"Then I'm leaving, you have a good rest."

After Shuanzi left, Yang Yi went into the room with his things, "disappeared" and disappeared the glutinous rice cakes and butter tea, and then "restored" the clothes on his body to become new clothes. look.However, this new dress was still a black and gray homespun dress, which was not comfortable at all.Yang Yi had no choice but to change his underwear into cotton, and then changed his shoes into boots.

"Polly, come out. I'm going out now, you go and get me some beef. I want to eat steak when I come back." Yang Yi called out Polly and said.

"Yes master," said Polly, bending over.

Yang Yi patted the clothes on his body and looked towards the door, only to see the endless grassland outside, with no end in sight.Yang Yi turned the bench into a little white horse, then sat on the horse and swayed out the door.

The direction Yang Yi was going was going to Temujin's tribe, and the Song people here would never take a step further.Fortunately, the life of the herdsmen here is relatively difficult, and no one has time to look at the border, so Yang Yi walked in smoothly.

Mongolia in the Song Dynasty was completely primitive. It is still late summer, and the grass on the grass is green, like a green carpet.There is a river passing by in the distance, and it can be seen that the Temujin tribe is not far from the river.And farther away, there are herds of cattle, sheep and horses, the number of which is innumerable.

Yang Yi squinted his eyes, the sun on the grassland was a bit harsh, but the scenery here was pretty good, and sometimes herdsmen could be heard singing Mongolian songs.

"Hey, who are you? Why haven't I seen you before? Don't go any further. There is Temujin's tribe inside. If you break in, you will be arrested." A man wearing a rabbit fur hat The young man suddenly rushed over to block Yang Yi, and shouted at Yang Yi foolishly.

"I'm just looking at it, I won't go in." Yang Yi sat on the horse and looked at the boy and said with a smile.

"That's not okay, Da Khan's rules are too big, if you offend him, it will be terrible. So you should go back!" The boy still opened his hands and said, without the slightest intention to move away.

"Whether I can get in or not, it has nothing to do with you whether I get caught or not. Well, you'd better get out of the way. I'll go after I have a look."

"No!" The boy said, poking his neck.

"You fool, you said it's none of your business, get out of the way." Yang Yi said unhappily.

"Don't let me, I know I'm stupid, but I can't let you go, you are from Song Dynasty, you can't go in, you will be killed if you go in casually. I am also from Song Dynasty, I have to save you." The boy became popular said the face.

"How do you look like a person from the Song Dynasty?" Yang Yi observed the young man. He was indeed different from the Mongolians here in terms of stature and appearance, but he was wearing Mongolian clothes and his face was tanned, so it was hard to tell the difference. . "Then didn't you say that Song people would be killed, why didn't you get killed?"

"I've lived there since I was a child. They all know me, so they don't kill me." The boy said, scratching the back of his head with one hand, and said, "This is the first time I've seen Song Song here besides my mother and master." As for people, where do you live? And my name is Guo Jing, what is your name?"

"It's only half a day away from here. There are many Song people living in the direction I came from, and I live there too."

"There, my mother won't let me go, and I won't go far." The boy scratched his head again, and said, "You haven't told me your name yet?"

"Meeting by chance, you don't need to know my name. Since you don't let me see, I won't go. There will be no future, kid." Yang Yi saw a group of people running towards here in the distance. Temujin's men and horses.Immediately turned the horse's head, said to Guo Jing, then patted the horse's buttocks and left quickly.

Guo Jing looked at the direction Yang Yi was leaving until there was no one in sight, then he smiled and walked towards Temujin's army, waved his hand vigorously, and shouted: "Hi, Torre, you are back, did you hit me?" What prey?"

"Guo Jing, I killed two wild rabbits and two wild geese. We will roast them and eat them later, and call Hua Zheng." Tuo Lei said with a smile as he ran over on his horse.

"Really, then I'll go back and ask my mother for some wine, and we'll drink together later." Guo Jing said, looking at the prey that Torrey was hanging on.

"Okay, the wine made by your mother is the best. I'll call Huazheng now. We'll meet at the old place."

"Sure, I'll go back now." Guo Jing turned around and ran to his tent after speaking.

"Mother, mother, Torrey beat the rabbit and the wild goose, and asked me to get the wine, and we will have a barbecue with Huazheng later." Guo Jing ran to his tent, saw his mother milking the cow, and shouted .

"Hey, brat, remember to bring a rabbit's leg when you come back!" said Zhu Cong, a talented scholar in the Seven Monsters of the South of the Yangtze River, as he walked out of the tent.

"Oh, I know Second Master." Guo Jing said while holding the small barrel of wine his mother gave him, then suddenly patted his head and said, "Second Master, I just met a Song man not far from the tribe, he Riding a white pony, he said he wanted to come here to have a look. He also said that there are many Song people living there half a day away from us."

"Really, why are there people from Song Dynasty here?"

"It must have been exiled here during the war. The Mongols have always looked down on us Song people. I guess the Song people who live here are having a hard time!" Ke Zhen'e, a flying bat among the seven monsters in the south of the Yangtze River, came out with a magic wand, touched He stroked his beard and said.

"Jing'er, do you still remember what that person looked like before? How was he dressed?"

"Well, he looks like he's only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he's skinny. He's wearing Han Chinese coarse clothes and a pair of new leather boots. And he has martial arts skills. And he looks good when he smiles," Guo Jing thought. I want to say.

"Look at this brat, he looks good when he smiles!" Horse God Han Baoju said with a big laugh.

"There are people from Song Dynasty who know kung fu here, and if Jing'er, a fool, can see it, it seems that kung fu is definitely good. Do you know his name?" Ke Zhen'e asked.

"I don't know. I told him my name, but what he said is not worth it. You don't need to know his name." Guo Jing said, thinking of this, he felt a little unhappy. He finally met a Song he didn't know. People, but the other party doesn't seem to like him at all.

"We met by chance!" Yue Nv Jian Han Xiaoying said with a smile.

"I don't understand, Seventh Master." Guo Jing said with a frown.

"You don't need to understand, let's go and find your An Da." Han Baoju said, whipping Guo Jing.

"Oh, I'm leaving, master!" Guo Jing nodded and said, then ran away with the barrel in his arms.

"Brother, should we go and meet the kid Jinger mentioned? He might be a good man, and it would be a pity to be buried in this desert." Han Xiaoying said.

"Go, we will go tomorrow. If he is a talented person, we will bring him back to Song Dynasty at that time. We must not stay here and be ruined by the Mongols." Ke Zhen'e said.

At this moment, Yang Yi is nestling in that shabby hut, happily eating the steak that Polly made for him.

"Guo Jing, this name is really famous, but unfortunately it doesn't look like a hero at all. I don't know if luck will make it into Legend of the Condor Heroes!" Yang Yi bit his fork and muttered, not at all. Thinking that I have been missed by the Seven Devils of the South of the Yangtze River.