It was two or three days later when the little marquis fully woke up. In the entire ruined temple, in addition to him and Jian Wuzheng, there was also a pair of brothers who looked about thirty years old. The elder brother was Xue Yong, who was slightly thinner. The tall and stout one was called Xue Meng, who was younger brother.

According to Jian Wuzheng, the two were the guests he accepted after drinking. Anyway, the little marquis couldn't remember anything now. Since Jian Wuzheng said that, he should have accepted the person after drinking. Anyway, there is no shortage of these two mouths for eating in the marquis's mansion. Since he accepted it, just accept it. So as not to point fingers behind his back and use the matter of going back on his word.

However, the two brothers were diligent. It is said that the little marquis found many treasures from the mountains this night when he was drunk. The slightest discomfort that had already disappeared due to the treasures he had looted.

Jian Wuzheng seemed to look down on him like a wealthy lover. He snorted coldly and continued to sharpen the sword strips with a few rust in his hand.

When asked where he came from, he only said that it was found in the meditation room behind the dilapidated temple.

Bah, he has never eaten pork. He has seen many pigs running around. Will such a powerful weapon be covered in dust in the meditation room of this dilapidated temple? Do you really think he is a stupid monkey in this mountain?

When the monkey was mentioned, the little marquis felt a split headache. He seemed to think of a woman in red, but he really couldn't remember her appearance. He just vaguely remembered that she seemed to smile very well, with a sweet fragrance of osmanthus.

When I pushed open the door of the hall, the snow outside was already ankle-deep. The remaining snow on the branches was blown by the wind and fell on the snow surface, smashing a small hole the size of a fist.

Seeing that the sun was noon and the snow was gradually stopping, the four masters and servants ate hot meals, and each of them drank a small jar of wine to warm up their bodies, and then set out to go out of the mountain.

Before leaving the temple, the little marquis couldn't help but feel the desire in his heart, picked up a piece of soil from the ground, and wrote the three words "Thief Monk" on the temple gate.

There are so many wine hidden in the temple. What is the thief monk who doesn’t eat vegetarian food or chant Buddha’s name?

After writing the three words, the little marquis really felt refreshed.

As for the wolve hunting, he couldn't remember it at all. He heard what Jian Wuzheng said, but he thought he had come to the mountain to find treasure with his uncle Jian to encounter heavy snow, so he hid in this ruined temple all night.

The more you go out of the mountain, the more horse's hoof prints there are on the snow. Obviously, those who come to hunt wolves have just left not long ago.

Four unlucky guys who had no horses walked for half a day and passed by several deserted villages. Then they met a team that had just left the mountain and stopped here. They spent some money to buy two thin horses from them, and the four of them rode in turn.

It was said that they were riding in rotation. Jian Wuzheng and Jiang Baochan were on the back of the horse most of the time. Only the little marquis really couldn't stand it, so he could change to the horse's back and sit for a while and take a breath.

Facing this junior brother of his father, Jiang Baochan was so angry that he didn't dare to speak out. Occasionally, he deliberately pretended to be very tired and gasped. The old bald man who was in a daze with a wooden dog in his hand didn't look back and glanced at him.

Later, the Xue brothers sat for a long time, the more injured brothers.

With the horses, the four of them finally got faster, and then they found a small town that was quite popular at the hour of Hai.

As soon as I entered the town, I met a team that had just escaped from the front.
Chapter completed!