"Woo~Wool! Wool wow!"

The originally quiet village suddenly barked a dog.

Cheng Yu stood on a big tree next to the entrance of the village, watching Hou Siniang wrapped herself in a large piece of burlap, and hid the sheathed waist knife in her arms firmly.

But there was a small round shield hanging behind the waist. Although the linen wrapped its body in a concave and concave shape, it only seemed bloated when it reached the hips.

Behind her were more than a dozen other figures, all of whom looked slim, but they were all ready to go.

Several of them also covered their heads and faces.

Cheng Yu turned around and looked at the small woods outside the village. Duan Yulou led the rest of the elites to hide in the forest. As for the other refugees who gathered here in the future, most of them had not arrived yet.

Even a small number of people who walked fast were suppressed by Duan Yulou's "personal soldiers" under him, and they were not allowed to move without any movement to avoid the wind.

This farm is called Zhuqianzhuang.

From a high point, it was indeed like the scouts sent by Duan Yulou,

There are two high-walled courtyards in the village, one large and one small.

Hou Siniang led her "Deputy Army of Women" to touch the courtyard. Duan Yulou, in the woods outside the village, saw that the Deputy Army of Women entered the village in front of him and no one stopped him. It must be that the village did not have a secret whistle, and he also led hundreds of elite troops to touch the entrance of the village quietly.

Cheng Yu, who was standing on the branch, suddenly felt a familiar coldness coming from his body. He spread his wings and flew to the highest branch, placed his true form and quietly summoned the soul. Sure enough, he saw two evil spirits floating beside him.

Both of these secret fans were wearing soap clothes that looked like yamen runners. They were shocked when they saw Cheng Yu appear out of thin air. They subconsciously raised the soul-retaining lock in their hands and held a vigilant posture.

Seeing that these two secretly looked like they were about to take action, Cheng Yu did not want to have a misunderstanding here for life, so he bowed and then remembered that there was a Wu Jun token given by Qin Hongyu in his arms, so he hurriedly took it out of his arms.

The two Yin Clans saw Cheng Yu take something out of his arms, then they shook their whole body, put away the soul-detention lock, and their legs were soft and they both knelt down and bowed:

"Gourmet to Lord Wu Jun! I don't know Lord Wu Jun, please don't blame me."

Seeing this, Cheng Yu hurriedly said:

"The two officials misunderstood. I am not the Wujun of the Mansion.

This token was just a gift from Lord Fujun.”

The two secretly looked at each other and got up carefully:

"It turns out to be a friend of Lord Fujun. Hehe, sir, don't blame me, just because I have never met Lord Fujun in person, and I mistakenly recognized Mr. Wujun."

"It's okay, it's okay, the two officials do not seem to belong to the Wujun Palace."

Cheng Yu glanced at the soapy clothes on the other party and said.

"What the sir said is right. The youngest one is the judge under the Wujun Palace in Qingyang County."

Cheng Yu understood for a while when he heard this, no wonder he saw that the two of them looked familiar and seemed to have seen them somewhere. It turned out to be the Martial Prisoner of Qingyang County.

I still remember that after I crossed the river from Jiangkou Town, the first person I met were two martial judges from Qingyang County, but at that time he was the token of the martial king of Qingchuan County.

"In this way, this place is already under the jurisdiction of Qingyang County?"

“That’s right.”

"Why did the two officials come here late at night?"

Cheng Yu felt that these two martial magistrates were a little strange, so he asked directly.

"Sir, since you have the token of Lord Wujun of the Mansion, you can be considered half of our own. To be honest, the younger ones are just going first, and Lord Wujun of Qingyang County will also come here later.

Just because Wu Jun and his elders noticed that some bloody aura suddenly grew here, they were expected to have a big life disaster in the local area, so they came here to be on guard.”

Cheng Yu nodded slightly when he heard this, looked down at the Duan Yulou people who had touched the Zhuangzi at his feet, and said silently.

A scent of sandalwood came, and Cheng Yu turned around and saw a tall and strong man suddenly emerged from the dark wilderness behind him.

The strong man was wearing a crimson official robe, his face was covered with a black beard, his eyes wide open like a torch, and he led more than a dozen Wu Judgments behind him, who were also wearing soap suits to fly to Cheng Yu's house.

The two martial judges beside Cheng Yu hurriedly saluted:

"I've met Lord Wu Jun."

The Qingyang County Wu Junen said, but his eyes were staring at Cheng Yu. After flying closer, he looked up and down carefully, he saw that his two thick eyebrows were almost twisted together, and he raised his fingers as thick as a hammer to point at Cheng Yu, asking in a rough voice:

"Why does this husband have the aura of the great Wujun of the Mansion?"

Cheng Yu felt a little moved when he heard this. The Wujun of Qingyang County must be a rude person. When he saw that he spoke, he called him a husband.

Cheng Yu knew that this world was usually called a gentleman for scholars, but the word "官网" is quite subtle, which can be praised or criticized, but most of the words that come from the martial artists' mouths contain a little sarcasm and disdain.

"Sir, this gentleman is a friend of Master Wujun. He has a token of Master Wu, so he has the aura of Master."

One of the two martial arts judges around Cheng Yu spoke smartly.

"Oh? There is actually a token from Lord Fujun? Can you give me a certain view?"

Cheng Yu didn't answer when he heard this, and took out the token from his arms. The Wu Jun opposite him glared at him, then stretched his head forward and looked carefully. He immediately "hissed" a long sound. After looking up and down again, he actually asked with a smile:

"This girl... sir, how dare you ask who is the Lord of the Mansion?"

Cheng Yu frowned when he heard this, and saw the martial king wearing a red official robe opposite him, who was still aggressive in his aura of the moment, calling himself the husband. In a blink of an eye, not only did the title change, but even the words "eight trigrams" were written on his face.

"Why did Lord Wu Jun ask this question?"

"Hehe, I have seen this token by sir. Don't bully me. Lord Fujun will not give this token to anyone casually."

Cheng Yu understood a little when he heard this. Liang Hongyu had indeed shown some thoughts to him before. From this, it seems that the weight of the Martial Lord token in his hand is really not light. No wonder the martial artist on the other side thought too much, but he never thought that the vulgar martial artist was still beating in the body of this vulgar martial artist.

"Mr. Wu Jun misunderstood. I am indeed a friend of the Fu Jun, but this token was obtained by me using a couplet to exchange it with the Fu Jun."

Cheng Yu didn't know how to explain to the other party, so he simply told the exchange of tokens directly. Anyway, what he said was the truth.

But when the Wu Jun of Qingyang County heard this, he quietly said under his thick beard:

"You can exchange a private token of Fujun for a couplet? Do you think someone is a child? Forget it, since the gentleman doesn't want to say it, I won't say it."

After saying that, he led the martial magistrates behind him to float into the village, and turned around and said, "When he walked, he turned around and said, "

"I still have some serious things to do, sir, please do it yourself."

Just at this moment, a dense barking of dogs came from the high-walled courtyard in the village.

"Who is coming?"

Behind the tall courtyard wall, a shout came from a wooden arrow tower, and at the same time, several torches were raised one after another, and the sound of bowstrings spreading in the firelight was faintly heard.

"Don't yell, the little slave family has escaped from famine and is just looking for a meal."

"Huh!"

A light ejaculation came from the arrow tower, and then a torch was dropped from above and fell next to Hou Siniang outside the courtyard.

Everyone upstairs looked down in the firelight and saw more than a dozen people standing at their feet. They looked weak, especially the one in the lead, with a slim body, but the only thing they seemed to be much wider than others.

"I will not accept refugees, so I will retreat quickly, otherwise I will be able to take the bow and arrow!"

"Swish!"

A few long arrows were placed on the string, and the arrow pointed at Hou Siniang with a cold light.

Bowman!

The idea is indeed a thriller.

Hou Siniang's thoughts changed rapidly and shouted in a delicate manner:

"Don't do anything, officials, I'm all female, and they all have no power to tie chickens, just want to eat."

"Yo! Only women."

A low talk and laughter suddenly sounded from the arrow tower. After a few breaths, a man seemed to be the leader and rushed down and shouted:

"What do you mean by those little ladies here late at night?"

"The slave and all the sisters are suffering vain. On the way to fleeing famine, all the heads of the family died of illness and starvation. The sisters had to hold a group to keep warm. They walked out of the wild for three days, and there was no food. I asked the officials to eat pity for the food they saw. My sister was willing to drive the cattle and horses, and everything was allowed."

"Oh? For the cow and horse, let it be driven?"

"Yeah! We just want to survive..."

"All right?"

"No...no."

"Ahh! We are all rural soldiers. We don't do the job of driving cattle and horses on weekdays, but we only like to ride cattle and horses, haha! Hahahaha..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A carnival laughter broke out from the arrow tower. Hou Siniang tightly wrapped in a linen, breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly:

"As long as you have some food to eat, my family... will be willing to be a cattle and horse, so you can let the officials ride."

"Hahahaha! It's so wonderful! Since that's the case, you can quickly turn outside the small door on the side of the box and wait!"

The leader walked down the yard wall and arrow tower first, and smiled at the other village heroes behind him:

"Leave one person here to guard the other brothers follow me to pick up the little lady and ride a strap and play with her."

The local warriors were "coaxing" and were chasing down the arrow tower while talking.

"I see that the leading lady is not good. She has a thin and soft body and a big hip that is twisted so round. She must be a good breeding person."
To be continued...