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"No, no problem."
The man didn't dare to blink.
Gui Yao raised her eyes and carefully observed the bandit leader. The man was muscular, with a pair of sunken eyes under his dark skin. The moonlight soaked into his forehead, and his naked upper body was as translucent as ink.
She leaned over and asked Ren Beixi softly what his name was. Ren Beixi lowered his eyes, put down the wine glass steadily, and looked around indifferently.
"Madam, you are really ignorant. Tiger Gorge Bay, Tiger Gorge Village, this is our Brother Tiger." The scholar next to her was not only sitting close, but also had sharp ears.
Listen to each of their stories. This Tiger Brother, whose age is unknown, was a guest at a banquet many years ago. What banquet? Back then, the old village chief was personally summoned by the prefect of Xianyu City, Li Fuyin, to question him. He was told that the war in the north was getting serious, and he was being advised to become a good person.
The old village chief agreed to the plan in person, but secretly held a Hongmen Banquet.
Brother Hu was not called Brother Hu at first, and the people in the village didn't know where he came from.
The female swordsman said, "Years have passed, but I still remember how high the blood splattered! Suddenly, you could hear a pin drop in the banquet as Brother Tiger announced the old leader's plot in a resounding voice: behead the envoy from Yucheng, seize the Tiger Bay dam, release the water to divert the flood downstream, collect money and food, and become king of the mountain."
Guiyao listened with great interest.
"Then what?"
"We Jianghu people punish evil and promote good, so we will definitely help Brother Hu eliminate the bandits! But the old village chief's deputy immediately knelt down and acknowledged Brother Hu as the new village chief. Tsk, what a spineless thing."
Gui Yao blinked: "Can you say that..."
The person who was alone under the moon just now had sat down in the distance without knowing when. He took off the cold sheep bones and walked to the fire to roast them.
He looked at Guiyao's fair face again, and after a while, he looked away.
"Nothing." Ren Beixi said in a calm voice, "Tiger Gorge Village has surrendered."
"when?"
Guiyao leaned over and asked in a low voice.
It was heard again.
"This village looked different many years ago. Now we can get together to drink mutton soup and eat mutton, all thanks to Brother Hu. It's been so many years that I can't even remember." The bandit next to him said seriously.
"Six years."
The man's voice was hoarse.
The moon slowly climbed from the treetops to the center of the pitch-black night. Guiyao paused for breath and cast her gaze on Tiger, who was standing by the fire. Unexpectedly, she met his gaze.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Sparks exploded, illuminating a pair of sad eyes.
Gui Yao listened to the crackling sound of burning branches and suddenly smiled: "Brother Hu, do you have any animals in your village?"
"I've never raised one." Brother Tiger frowned and raised the lamb ribs in his hand that had been gnawed to the point of having little meat left. Seeing that she didn't say anything, he threw the lamb ribs into the fire. "I don't like those stupid things. I've never raised one."
"Hey, hey brother!" The little scholar who arrived later appeared from nowhere, his face was clean, and he held up a little lamb as furry as him.
As soon as the little lamb landed on the ground, it avoided the fire in front of Brother Tiger and rushed towards Guiyao with a panting sound.
The young scholar said: "Brother, didn't you rescue this a few days ago? Someone is feeding it well."
Brother Hu picked up the basket of vegetable leaves in the little scholar's hand and threw it on his head, then stood up and walked towards the crowd. Everyone was full of food and drink, and they were no longer only concerned about Ren Beixi and Gui Yao.
He looked at the couple sitting on the small bench and squatted on one knee.
Brother Hu: "General Ren has been drinking tonight, so please stay in the camp."
Ren Beixi's expression was stern, his bony hands silently resting on the knees of the young woman beside him. The little lamb was vying for position with him. He raised his eyes to Brother Hu's graying temples and said in a thin voice, "No."
When Gui Yao heard this, her rosy cheeks showed obvious confusion.
"You can't drink and drive."
She stared at the man with her eyelashes trembling slightly, then she lowered her eyes and touched the sheep in her arms.
It’s a pity that the lamb is too young to give her the information she wants.
Many people from the martial arts world were bidding farewell around them, holding torches and slowly walking down the mountain, leaving behind a small spark, as warm as the bonfire next to them. Gui Yao was silently feeling the wind on the top of the mountain, and she leaned over to stare at Ren Beixi's tough face, with a high nose bridge and calm eyes, looking just like usual.
Ren Beixi: "Are you worried that I'm drunk?"
Guiyao nodded.
"I haven't seen you drinking much." Gui Yao raised her head and moved closer to him. When she turned around, she saw the deserter who was captured and used as a snack. He had been lying alone in the distance, motionless, and she didn't know whether he was still breathing.
"It's a pity that I didn't find the person I wanted to find."
The little scholar came over and touched the lamb's head.
The man narrowed his eyes.
"Sister, who are you looking for?" The little scholar raised his head and asked with a smile.
Gui Yao always felt familiar with him, but she had asked him casually not long ago that the little scholar was only twelve years old this year, and his age was really not suitable for her.
Thinking of this, she silently curved her eyes, and after a while she said, "Find an old friend."
"What kind of old friend? Let me think about how to tell you." So Gui Yao began to talk about the scene when she met Huang Shiyu under the moon. However, when she finished, Ren Beixi beside her seemed a little dissatisfied. He only fixed his eyes on her red collarbone and said in a muffled voice: "You never told me."
Guiyao touched his head.
The bandits in the village put away the tables and chairs and chopped up the remaining bones of the roasted sheep. She was startled, touched the sheep in her arms, and finally covered its ears.
"A mother may love her child deeply, but she has no choice but to be slaughtered when she grows up." Brother Tiger, who had been guarding the little scholar, suddenly said.
Ren Beixi picked up the lamb that had been clinging to Gui Yao with one hand, and then used the other hand to steadily lift her up.
Guiyao was helpless.
The lamb's inner voice is a foolish dream. It says it is a bird outside the fence, held up by its parents, flying slowly and growing up slowly. When the bird grows up, it will return to feed its parents. But it is not a bird and cannot fly.
The young scholar tugged at Guiyao's clothes and asked her to tell him another story. This story sounded so profound. How could the little sheep have thought so much?
Gui Yao looked at his clean clothes and asked him, "What do you want to do when you grow up?"
"I want to pass the imperial examinations, benefit the people, and then bring my brother home."
Ren Beixi, who was usually silent, suddenly spoke.
"What's your last name?"
The young scholar stopped and performed the formal bow that only gentlemen in the books said was required of him. "My name is Huanian, and it was given to me by my brother. Who will spend my golden years with me?"
"But watch, the fragrant dust goes
...Who will spend my golden years with me? "
The young scholar stood obediently in front of the gate of the stronghold and said that he had promised his brother that he would not go out casually on ordinary days. He went out today as an exception to wait for guests. However, he did not wait for the people he was supposed to wait for, but instead waited for distinguished guests like General Ren and his wife.
Guiyao held up the torch and waved it.
He and Ren Beixi were walking on the hillside, holding the horses.
"Ren Beixi, have you read that poem?"
She turned her head to look at Ren Beixi. The man was hidden in the night, with only his eyes like stars. At this time, Ren Beixi always made her feel some pity from nowhere. Perhaps it was because his expression was too fragile.
She handed him the torch, which she had grown tired of carrying out her curiosity.
Ren Beixi held it up with one hand, and his other hand firmly held her waist. His breath was hot, and she leaned over to smell it, and the drunkenness dissipated a lot.
So Guiyao began to recite the lyrics to him.
"A field of tobacco, a city full of catkins, plums turning yellow when the rain falls." After a while, she looked up. "I don't know... why he chose to change his identity, and why he hasn't returned home for so long."
"Yaoyao is saying that the village chief is the son of Village Chief Huang?"
Right, but I'm not sure. The system in my mind did not increase the progress of the side quest because of this inference.
The river at the foot of the mountain was quiet. Guiyao felt a little tired and stopped to rest. Her voice was soft, "How long will it take? I still need to go back and take my medicine."
Ren Beixi took advantage of the moment when she tried to squat on a large rock by the roadside to hand her the torch and then steadily lifted her up horizontally. The flames nearly singed the ends of her hair. Gui Yao uttered a "hmm" and reached out to hug him.
"Are you coming back tomorrow? Do you want to go to the village stronghold again? Oh, and give the village chief his things."
"Yeah." The man's voice was deep.
Suddenly, he frowned and turned around. Suddenly, he heard footsteps on the mountain road, which sounded quite loud.
Ren Beixi drew his sword and protected Gui Yao's neck with his other hand. The wind blew, followed by a sound of fireworks that resounded through the sky and earth.
Torches could not be hidden in the middle of the night, and now that a signal from the General's Mansion had arrived, there was no need to hide them.
The sound of galloping horses followed, and the rider pulled the reins. A familiar voice said, "Gui Yao, Village Chief Huang of Xiaohe Village is critically ill. Lord Gui wants you and the young general to return quickly."
The man on the horse was wearing guard clothes, but he no longer had the covering attire he used to wear. At this moment, because of his haste, sweat was dripping down his temples. His ponytail tied up his handsome and delicate face, and he frowned slightly.
"Let's go."
Gui Yao's worried expression remained unchanged. "Ren Beixi has been drinking, and it's late at night. So, would you mind taking me with you? Let's go to Huxia Village, about five miles to the west. Sister Guiyue, take me with you."
"I am no longer a maid in the general's mansion. I am too full and too short. I resent this name but I also love it. Yes, you can just call me Pinyue."
She saw Ren Beixi nod, then he held the reins tightly with his left hand and reached down with his right hand to pull Guiyao onto the horse steadily.
"Tiger Gorge Village, is it the one in the poorest part of Tiger Gorge Bay?" Pin Yue said calmly, "Hold me tight and sit tight."
Xiao Hui's horse had just arrived, torches hanging high. Suddenly, a sigh could be heard from behind the trees. Instantly, weapons were unsheathed. Xiao Hui, holding his sword in his left hand, stood in front of the two horses, staring into the darkness in the distance. "The village chief's time is almost up, but he still has some regrets. Lord Gui only asked us to bring this matter to you, but I think it would be best if I could return immediately to see him one last time."
Gui Yao covered her chest and gasped, looking up at the moon: "Yes, it's good to see you one last time. Let's go to Huxia Village first."
The woods rustled against the ground, and danger spread like the shadow of branches and leaves, followed by the sound of dead branches being crushed.
"Who?"
Ren Beixi's tone left no room for questioning
The shadow folded his hands.
Bow slightly.
"The leader of Tiger Gorge Village, Huang Shiyu."
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