Xiao Buping was stunned.

Xie Yunliu chuckled and said, "It will be useful if you keep it."

Wen Shishan smiled coldly: "Brother Xiao, why are you talking so much to these thieves? If you have the ability to kill us, if we frown, our surname will not be Wen!"

Xiao Buping immediately became angry: "Wen, I, Xiao Buping, have tolerated you for a long time! Do you want to die without taking us with you? If you want to die, find a strong beam and hang a bouquet of white silk on your own to hang yourself! I said Brother Chu

, why don’t you talk about her?”

Chu Chengfeng was unusually silent today. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. He turned a deaf ear to Xiao Buping's words.

boom!

"Okay, okay! Shut the hell up!" Xie Yunliu was upset when he heard the argument. He kicked Xiao Buping's cell, and a small dent was made in the strong iron grille.

Zheng Xiu stood up silently.

He calmly tidied his clothes, patted the dust on the hem, looked up at the dome, put his hands together in front of his mouth to make a "trumpet" shape, took a deep breath, and shouted to the dome: "Sierro River! Are you scared?

!”

Zheng Xiu's voice echoed in the mountain wall.

In an instant.

There was a dead silence in the noisy village.

"Hahaha--"

"Damn it, this kid has a lot of talent!"

"As a boss, can you tolerate this?"

"call out!"

"What a fool, I admire him!"

After a moment of dead silence, bursts of laughter erupted in the village. Whether they were sleeping in the house, on duty at the sentry post, blacksmithing in the workshop, or feeding the horses, everyone looked at them.

He stood up and looked towards Gongsun Mo. Some people laughed, some whistled, and some booed.

Xie Yunliu looked at the scholar in shock: "Are you crazy?"

Zheng Xiu shook his head and smiled slightly: "I'm not crazy."

He shouted again at the top of his lungs: "Xie Luohe, are you afraid of gambling? Are you afraid of losing?"

call out.

A long arrow shot down from the sky and sliced ​​past Xiao Buping's head, revealing his white scalp.

Xiao Buping felt his head go cold. He stretched out his hand and pulled out another bunch of hair.

Xiao Buping felt like crying right now.

Why are you still here?

No, the person who scolded you is Gongsun Mo, the person who offended you is Gongsun Mo, and the person who is making noise now is also Gongsun Mo. Why is it always me, Xiao Buping, who gets hurt?

Don't you know how important a stylish hairstyle is to a chivalrous man who has made a name for himself in the world?

This is the appearance of a martial arts knight!

At this moment, his facade of Xiao Buping was repeatedly chipped away, even to the point of being flattened!

The scholar outside the cage was still shouting: "Xie Luohe, if you dare, bet with me!"

Another arrow shot out, neatly cutting off Xiao Buping's slender left temple, which he dared not take out.

Xiao Buping was taken aback for a moment, then with a sad face, he wailed:

"Grandpa Gongsun, can I call you grandpa? I beg you to stop talking! Since they are willing to let you go, just go away! Go away! Don't come back! Don't come back in this life!"

Zheng Xiu straightened his back, stopped shouting, and looked up at the dome with his head held high.

It was as if his gaze penetrated the mountain wall and he looked at the woman on the mountain wall from a distance.

The third arrow did not arrive as promised. Xie Yunliu glanced at the landing point of the arrow and smacked his lips: "Huh? My sister asked you to go up."

Zheng Xiu: "How did you know?"

Xie Yunliu slapped Zheng Xiu on the back: "Nonsense! She is my sister! I, Xie Yunliu, warn you, don't make my sister angry when you go up, otherwise, even if my sister doesn't bother to do anything, I, Xie Yunliu, don't have such rules and will tear her alive

you!"

Xie Yunliu didn't spare any effort in this slap, and slapped it on Zheng Xiu's back. Zheng Xiu's old injury was not yet healed and he slapped him again. A mouthful of fishy sweetness came out of his throat, and he swallowed it alive.

Xie Yunliu asked Xiaotao to take Zheng Xiu up to see Xie Luohe.

Xiao Tao obediently helped Zheng Xiu up the stairs.

Xie Yunliu hooked his fingers at Chu Chengfeng in the cage.

Chu Chengfeng looked wary.

Xie Yunliu rubbed his head and laughed: "Are you tired? Do you want to come out and practice?"

When Wen Shishan heard this, she felt bad: "Don't touch him! You are going to kill me!"

Xie Yunliu looked at Wen Shishan in confusion: "What are you thinking about all day long? Although my Yunhe village is a bandit village, it is not an unreasonable bandit. Why should I kill him when I have nothing to do? I'm just looking for someone to practice with when my hands are itchy. Look at that

Scholar, you are so calm, unlike you, who is always thinking about twists and turns in your mind all day long, which is boring."

Reasonable?

Wen Shishan and Xiao Buping stared and cursed, but they did not dare to refute.

"Okay!" Chu Chengfeng thought that this was also an opportunity. Although he might not be able to escape, he had to work hard.

It didn't take long for the news that the second master was going to fight with the prisoners to spread in the village. Life in Yunhe Village was boring, and the Xie brothers and sisters restrained them tightly. Now they finally had some fun, and soon the village was filled with people.

Some people even used beacon smoke to notify brothers who were out on patrol to quickly return to the village to watch the fun.

The market opened, the wine was served, the wine was served, and the melon seeds were eaten by those who ate them. Half an hour later, a large circle emptied out in the village, surrounded by crowds of people, densely packed with bandits with evil looks on their faces.

"Sir, are your injuries okay?"

Xiao Tao stuck to Zheng Xiu's side, holding Zheng Xiusheng tightly, fearing that the scholar would fall, and said with concern.

"If you'd like, please bring me my painting tools."

When passing by the room, Zheng Xiudao said.

"You still dare to draw?"

Xiaotao's complexion changed drastically.

"Haha, not only do I want to paint, but I also want to paint towards death."

Zheng Xiu chuckled and did not explain.

Xiao Tao had a flat mouth, knowing that Ao was no better than a scholar, so she obediently took Zheng Xiu's bamboo basket and carried it in her hand.

The atmosphere below was warm. Chu Chengfeng and Xie Yunliu were shirtless and posing.

As Zheng Xiu walked up the stairs, he looked down from time to time. He noticed that Xie Yunliu always scratched his chest hair and touched his thick hair from time to time. This familiar action made Zheng Xiu slightly startled, and a bold idea came to his mind.

Arriving at the dome, Zheng Xiu grimaced in pain due to an injury on his chest while climbing the rope ladder. Xiao Tao looked on with anxiety, her eyes were watery, and she almost cried.

On the top of the mountain.

A burst of floral fragrance was blown by the wind, and Xie Luohe was sitting among the flowers, squinting his eyes and playing with the blue petals in boredom.

Xie Luohe didn't even look at Zheng Xiu, as if he hadn't come.

Zheng Xiu smiled and didn't care. He looked at Xie Luohe from a distance, found an angle, and put down the bamboo basket.

He hooked his hand towards Xieluohe and said, "I'm a master of work, please help me move a table."

Xie Luohe, who had been plucking the petals, finally couldn't bear it anymore and laughed angrily: "You still dare to ask me to move the table?"

"Are you afraid of losing?"

"Huh...how do you want to win? I am me, Xie Luohe, and I am definitely not that Fengbei. I can tell the difference clearly."

Zheng Xiu nodded when he heard this: "I understand, you are afraid of losing."

Xie Luohe was speechless for a moment, secretly wondering why he hadn't seen her all night. This scholar was becoming more and more shameless. But she was silent for a moment, waving her long sleeves, creating a strong wind.

A desk that had been prepared outside the house rotated in the air, passed over the flowers, and landed steadily in front of Zheng Xiu.

"What do you want to draw?"

"Draw you, Xie Luohe."

"Didn't you say that according to the ancestral teachings of the Gongsun family, you should never draw people?"

"So, I am not Gongsun Mo."

Xie Luohe was stunned when he heard this, but soon he turned his head away and said coldly: "If you draw her again, I will kill you with my own hands."

Zheng Xiu sat down happily: "Xiao Tao, grind the ink for me."

Xie Luohe raised his eyebrows: "Xiao Tao is my maid."
To be continued...