As the dusk is gathering, Jing Yi pulls his horse and raises his right hand.

When the commander saw the general's gesture, he immediately rode his horse back and uttered loudly: "The general has an order, set up a camp here!"

Fifty thousand soldiers dismounted one after another, those who were on guard were on guard, those who were camping, and those who were burning fire were all done.

There was a forest next to it. Jing Yi winked at Xiao Ting, and the two rode towards the forest and got off the horse when they arrived at the edge of the forest. Xiao Ting had been holding it in for a long time, and untied his belt while running in, picking up a good place. He turned around cautiously, his face was fair, and a decent beard was pasted under his nose.

Jing Yi saw it and had a headache once, so he turned his back and kept a watch for him.

Xiao Ting grinned, squatted down and released the water happily, closing his eyes with pleasure.

The sound of water was so loud that Jing Yi had long been used to it when he heard it all the way. He looked over the forest and looked at the busy soldiers not far away, and accurately recognized his grandfather Xu Guang.

Seven days ago, she led the troops to set off. At first, she was most worried that Xiao Ting would be recognized. After all, her daughter's appearance was too delicate and she was afraid that it would be difficult for everyone to escape from the eyes of everyone. But she forgot one thing. Xiao Ting was originally a man. He knew very well the expression and behavior of a man. He just needed to control his mouth carefully. Xiao Ting successfully avoided the eyes of all soldiers. Even Hu Wu was not sure at first, but Jing Yi told him on his own initiative.

On the third day of the march, my grandfather suddenly appeared because many people in the soldiers had seen him. My grandfather did not deliberately conceal him, but he also rejected the official title proposed by Jing Yi and only followed the army in white. But the soldiers respected him and respected him.

Jing Yi knew that his grandfather was worried about her and was afraid that something would happen to her in southern Xinjiang. Jing Yi felt very warm, but when she thought of her grandfather's wishes as Emperor Yanqing came, Jing Yi felt ashamed of his grandfather. She told her grandfather truthfully, but her grandfather didn't care, saying that he came for her and for the people of the nine counties in Yunzhong. Emperor Yanqing liked to be self-indulgent, which made him complacent. There would always be times when he cried in the future.

Jing Yi didn't quite understand the meaning of her grandfather's last sentence, but when she learned that her grandfather was broad-minded and did not take Emperor Yanqing's scheming seriously, Jing Yi once again realized the gap between herself and her grandfather. Whether it is shooting skills, military skills or being a human being, she has a lot to learn.

"Do you want to sprinkle a soak?" Xiao Ting settled his solution, walked over while tying his belt, and asked her in a low voice.

Jing Yi looked at him and nodded.

As a result, Xiao Ting followed her. Jing Yi frowned and Xiao Ting laughed: "I'll stand with you and pretend to show them."

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The night is filled with silence in the inn.

Tang Huan walked forward quietly, like a cat walking in the night, and finally stopped in front of the guest room at the end of the corridor.

The man I saw in the lobby at dusk lived inside.

The man had a pair of cold eyes. After entering the store, he went straight to the counter, asked the room to pay, and then walked towards the stairs without looking around.

He was wearing a light gray long gown, his steps were neither light nor heavy, and every time he landed on the yellow wooden ladder, he made the same sound. The shirts on both sides were staggered with his movements, revealing his slender legs, and lifted them up alternately. He put his white mid-trousers in black boots, which was simple and capable, and had an indescribable smell.

When he went upstairs, her eyes couldn't help but move up, but only saw his side face. He had not yet carefully savored it. His eyes swept over, and he was as cold as ice.

Tang Huan was moved, she wanted this man.

The master said that women's first nights are somewhat meaningful, so it's better to find someone you like.

I didn't expect to meet a masterpiece as soon as I got off the mountain.

The index finger swept through the tip of the tongue, gently pressed onto the window paper, and poked in the thin bamboo tube without any sound.

It is difficult for men who are too cold to deal with, so it is better to use some means.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Tang Huan opened the door, quietly flashed in, and headed straight to the head of the bed.

The window was open, and the bright moonlight shone in. Because the man did not put down the bed curtain, his figure lying flat was visible.

Tang Huan sat beside him, looking at the man with satisfaction. As she looked at him, she couldn't help but reach out to touch his fair and handsome face. Even when she was sleeping, would she be hotter?

But just as her fingertips were only a few inches away from the man's handsome face, the man's eyebrows moved slightly, and Tang Huan thought that something was wrong and was about to retreat, when the cold light flashed in front of her eyes, a cold neck became cold. When she reacted, there was an indescribable severe pain.

She covered her neck. The warm blood oozed out from her fingers like a cup of tea.

Tang Huan wants to scold her father!

She just wanted to pick a man, but did she lose her life?

Her vision was blurred, and she couldn't see the man's expression clearly, only to see that he seemed to have sat up, faced her, and wiped his sword.

She was unwilling to give up, she had never tasted the taste of a man!

The body fell backwards without being controlled, and Tang Huan pressed his hand on the jade bracelet.

He killed her, and she wanted him to die, and he would also make him die of dissatisfaction. The bracelet contained a drama left to her by the master before his death. The poisonous "Nine Huans" will be unconscious on the spot when a man smelled it, and then he will be in a coma and hold the sky in nine springs. The dream will be full of people.

The back of her head touched the ground, and she could no longer feel the pain, so she just stared at him.

Song Mo felt something and glanced at the ground.

The woman stared at him and died with her eyes open.

He was unmoved. No matter what purpose she had, she should die if she sneaked into his room in the middle of the night.

Retracting the soft sword back to his waist, Song Mo stood up and prepared to leave.

However, the next moment, his physical strength suddenly lost and he suddenly fell back to the bed.

A heat wave rises from the bones of the limbs.

Song Mo frowned, knowing that he had been hit. He didn't dare to waste time, so he just lay down like that, concentrating his energy, trying to force out the poison from his body.

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The soul of the dead scattered, and Tang Huan saw himself floating and escaped from her body.

Even without tears, she still wanted to cry.

The master went, and finally no one cared about her, but why did she die after going down the mountain? She hadn't lived enough yet, and she didn't want to go to the underworld to see her master!

A white shadow flashed, and a beautiful woman suddenly appeared on the opposite side: "Okay, you stinky girl, I think you are in danger. I don't even want the best man who took the initiative to deliver him to you. I'm here to save you in a hurry. You don't even miss you at all?"

Tang Huan was stunned and a little confused: "Master, you are not...Master, please save me. I haven't eaten a man yet, I don't want to die!" She grew up with her master since she was a child. She has become accustomed to asking for help from her master when she encounters difficulties. Now she has become a ghost. What's the point of fuss about seeing her master who is also a ghost?

The master called her in a pity and said, "Who told you to be disobedient? I asked you to practice kung fu well before going down the mountain, but you didn't listen, thinking that if you have good light skills, it's okay to go down the mountain. With your three-legged cat kung fu, it's okay to pick those young masters, young masters, grandsons and nobles, but look, this person's martial arts skills are higher than mine. If you pick him, wouldn't you give him a neck and seek death?"

"I don't know that he has great martial arts..." Tang Huan drooped his head aggrievedly.

The master snorted, too lazy to argue with his apprentice: "Forget it, this time I will teach you a lesson. Before starting a move, I will make sure that I have the fate to eat." After that, he rudely pressed the apprentice's shoulder and pressed Tang Huan's soul back to her body.

Tang Huan's soul returned to his position, and his eyes, which had just been dead, suddenly lit up. He seemed a little uncomfortable with his body, which had been separated for a while, and then stood up and praised: "Master, have you become a god? You can even come back to life!"

The master glanced at her, touched her healed wound, and sighed, "Immortal? I think beautifully! I am just a little devil. Because I picked King Yama and he spoiled me, I gave me some small spells. Ah Huan, I don't have great skills now and cannot help you escape, and one life will be worth one life. If Song Mo dies because of you, you will not be able to survive. Only when you personally relieve his poison and save his life can you live."

"ah?"

Tang Huan widened his eyes in shock, not caring about asking his master how to know the man's name, and said bitterly: "But Jiuhuan has no antidote!" The master told her back then that Jiuhuan was the most poisonous lewd medicine they had in the Huamen.

The master nodded: "Of course I know there is no antidote, but I have some tricks now to help you enter his nine spring dreams. As long as you can make him willing to have fun with you every time. Okay, when the ninth dream is over, you will be fine."

Tang Huan blinked and his mind started to move quickly, "Since he is having a dream, I will pick him up, and he will naturally be happy to be with me. But, Master, he is so skilled in martial arts. When we wake up, he remembers the scene in the dream, so why don't he kill me again on the spot?"

The master looked at her with a charming smile: "Silly girl, I have arranged everything for you. Don't worry, in the nine dreams, only you remember everything. For Song Mo, every time he has been born again. After the dream ends, he is poisoned and released several times, and he will definitely fall asleep for a day. After waking up, no matter whether you come to pick him up or those beautiful dreams, he will not remember it. Then you can take the opportunity to escape."

Wouldn't that be without even worries?

Tang Huanxiao's eyes were curved, as if she had returned from victory.

The master looked at her stupid look the most and poked her forehead hard: "Stop, don't laugh, I warn you, Song Mo is a firm person, even if he is poisoned, he is not as easy to move as you imagined. If you don't work hard, you can't let him take the initiative to have fun with you within the deadline. OK, even if you have already passed eight dreams and fail once, you will still die. Also, you can't give it to others in the dream, nor can you let him be taken first by others, otherwise the dream will end immediately, so you can go down to see me together! Oh, by the way, there is also pain in the dream. If you two die, the end will be the same."

Tang Huan is about to cry, it sounds so difficult...

After all, I grew up watching her growing up. The master touched her head and softened her voice: "Ah Huan, don't worry too much. In every dream, you have a month to capture him and succeed. After that, you will automatically enter the next dream. Moreover, you are all ordinary people in the dream and have no martial arts skills. As long as you carefully consider the skills taught by your master before, it will not be difficult to conquer Song Mo."

She said so much at once, and there were difficulties and some available points. Tang Huan had a little brain-free, so he buried his head and slowly digested it.

But the master didn't have so much time to wait for her. She raised her hand and sent Tang Huan to the bed. She stuffed a jade bead the size of a cherry into her hand. She solemnly reminded: "In a while, Master will set up a barrier for you, which can not only ensure that you are not disturbed from outside, but also nourish your soul. If you successfully survive nine dreams, your soul will be stable and completely restored. If you fail, the barrier will disappear and you will die in an instant. Hold on, this bead is a dream-inspiring pill. After you swallow it, you will immediately stick to his four lips and you will soon be able to dream. Okay, Master has to leave. Ah Huan, you must remember your words and must succeed, otherwise don't tell those dead ghosts that you are my disciple after death! I think it's embarrassing!"

After saying that, the master set up a barrier with a faint light, and finally glanced at her and disappeared.

Tang Huan sat in a daze for a while, but she was quite reluctant to part with her master.

However, thinking that when Master was alive, he was at ease among men, and now he was dead and became a ghost, he was still doing well. Even King Yama became her minister, Tang Huan felt full of reluctance and passion.

She is the only apprentice of the master, and she cannot embarrass her master!

Isn’t it just nine dreams? She wants to eat this man completely! Eat him to death! Run away after waking up? She didn’t. When she woke up, she would kill him with his sword while he was still unconscious, so that he could taste the feeling of being wiped from his neck!

Tang Huan touched her neck, and the fatal pain was still imprinted on her heart, and she would never forget it in her life. She became more and more angry and reached out to suck the soft sword on the man's waist. The master called her stupid. Can she blame her? His weapons were so inconspicuous and looked like a cold scholar. Who would have thought that he would kill someone without blinking!

Like venting hatred, Tang Huan used a soft sword to pick Song Mo's clothes.

She glanced below his waist and her eyes narrowed.
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