"Sir, great talent, I sincerely admire you?" Xiao Yun was convinced by these words.

"I'm so serious about my words. I just made up for a few random words. Compared to my wit, I sincerely admired me?" Liu Bowen also said it with confidence.

"You believe that my master is Liu Bowen now?" Liu Qing looked proud at this moment. It was not until he said that he remembered that Liu Bowen was his master's name. He called him the name directly like this, which was very disrespectful.

Lu Feifei snorted coldly and said, "This old man is Liu Bowen and Brother Xiao, who has seen it early in the morning. I just wanted to discuss it with Mr. Liu. Do you think Brother Xiao is so eye-catching?"

These few words of snatching Liu Qing's face changed drastically, and he kept saying: "You...you...you...?"

Seeing that his face was blushing, Lu Feifei couldn't help laughing. Xiao Yun and Liu Bowen were generous people, but they burst into laughter when they saw this scene.

The only four of them was Liu Qing's face full of redness and pouting with anger on his face.

The sun was much smaller than before. A few rays of dazzling sunlight shone through the gaps of the small tea stall umbrella and turned into small broken suns, like stars, sprinkled on the tea table of four people. As the gaps swayed left and right, it kept jumping on the tea table, just like a few naughty children jumping at will.

The four of them sat opposite each other. The tea stall owner quickly served four bowls of tea for the four people, and then turned back to his seat. It seemed that the four people in front of him had nothing to do with him. Xiao Yun picked up the big bowl of tea and drank it up in one breath. He then whispered: "Grandpa, Liu Bowen is proficient in astronomy, geography, strategy, military strategy, and marching formations. If he could learn the same thing, he would have the same ability when he defected to Zhu Yuanzhang in the future. He was not sure how to speak, but suddenly Lu Feifei quickly pulled his arm and said, "Brother Xiao, look, someone is here again?"

Sure enough, another team of people came not far away.

The horses came very quickly. When they were approaching, Xiao Yun saw clearly that in the flying dust of the desert, two horses galloped forward and backward. In front was a tall white horse, a girl was riding a black horse, and on the back was a tall man with a beard, a fierce man with a fierce whip in his right hand, urging the sitting black horse to gallop quickly.

When Xiao Yun came closer, he could see clearly that a feather arrow was shaking on the man's right back. The feather arrow was jumping up and down in the desert with the horses. Bright red blood flowed out of his right shoulder, dripping onto the horse's back, and dripping from the horse's back into the yellow sand. The man turned around from time to time and looked behind him. Behind him, several horses were chasing him quickly, shouting in his mouth, saying something Xiao Yun didn't understand, vaguely as if he was shouting: "Don't run, put down the girl's doll... I'll circumnavigate you..." The two pairs of horses were very far apart, but these words slowly came over, and the four of them could hear clearly.

Xiao Yun was shocked and said to himself, "What a strong voice!" Curiosity arose, his eyes moved, and he looked behind the man, but saw another pair of people gradually coming in the dust and sand. Among the dust and sand, Xiao Yun could clearly see that a lama was led by a lama, followed by seven or eight Mongolian Tartars, a group of eight or nine people, all of whom were fully armed, waving the horse whip in his hand desperately and slapped the horse sitting down. Look at the formation, the momentum was very ambitious.

The group was obviously riding a horse that was one in a thousand miles away, with its foot strength much faster than the previous mounts of a man and a woman. After Xiao Yun looked at it for a while, seven or eight people chased after him. The man in the lead turned his head and looked at the rolling sandstorm enemies. He desperately urged the dark horse to sit down. The dark horse was hurt and ran away with four hooves. In this way, the distance between the front and the back was increased again.

After driving a lot, the Mongolian Tartars horses were even better. Although the man's dark horse was also a good horse from a thousand miles away, he had no choice but to run around so desperately. He was already foaming at the mouth and exhausted. His front legs suddenly became weak and he knelt on the ground. The man was shocked, but although he was still shocked, he suddenly lifted the reins of the horse. The dark horse was actually lifted up by one hand and stepped on his four hooves and ran again.

"What a strong arm strength?" Xiao Yun exclaimed in his heart.

The Tartar soldiers behind him were very happy to see that the man's mount was over, and were about to shout and celebrate, but the fallen horse stood up again, stepped on four hooves and ran. This time, it turned out that the distance was much further away. The lama in the lead seemed to hesitate for a while, and suddenly shouted: "Cheep him to death!"

After hearing the order, the seven or eight Tartars hurriedly bent their bows and arrows and shot them at the man. The feather arrows cut through the sky and made a "whispering" sound. The man was tightly attached to the horse's back, and his body was on the horse's back, moving up and down, and he cleverly avoided the flying shooting of the feather arrows.

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Chapter completed!