There are stalls selling goods one after another on the street, with crowds of people and many pedestrians coming and going. Most of the stall owners are locals, wearing traditional clothes, colorful and cumbersome patterns, and most of the items they sell are full of the style of foreign races.

When she came, Yan Hu had already bought a lot, and this time she accompanied the three little guys to buy what they like. Standing at the stall selling masks of all kinds, Yan Niu Niu said, "Monkey, I want a monkey mask." She likes to climb trees and prefers monkeys. She once wanted to convince her parents to ask her to raise a monkey, but was severely suppressed by Qiao Huai-san.

"The attack requires a butterfly." Yan Zhixing likes all kinds of glittering things. The butterfly mask is covered with gold powder, and under the sunlight, it shines with dazzling light.

"Scholar." Yan Shan's choice showed his hobbies and interests.

"Beauty, Xiaoxiao wants a beauty." Yan Huo pulled Fu Zhixing's sleeve and said in a sweet voice.

Fu Zhixing laughed, as she wished, the four aunts and nephews didn't bother to be hot, each wearing a mask and swaying around the market.

"Hey, what are you doing in front? It seems very lively. Aunt, let's go and have a look." Yan Niu Niuo was lively and active, and there were many people there.

The followers separated the crowd and walked to the front. It turned out to be a circle, a bamboo circle costing a penny, standing three feet away, taking the trap, and taking it away; if the trap is not, that penny will be the stall owner.

"It's a pity that almost hit me, it's a pity." The onlookers felt sorry for a boy wearing a mask.

The boy still had four or five bamboo circles in his hand, and he continued to throw them one by one, but he was always a little bit short of being able to get the trap. Yan Niaoniao said disgustedly: "The level is too poor, it's embarrassing."

"Niao'er, don't laugh at others." Yan Huo lowered his voice, "And his missed draw was not because his level was too poor, but because the bamboo circle was too light and he couldn't throw it far."

The young man turned his head and looked at Yan Niaoniao, "You are amazing, you can get a trap. I want to see how many you can get?"

"I can only draw it if I can draw it. Even if I can't draw it ten sets, I can draw at least seven or eight." Yan Niaoniao said confidently.

Yan Hu's mouth twitched slightly. She said just now, didn't this girl hear it? "Niao Niao, be humble." Avoid being slapped in the face.

"Listen to your mother, don't talk big." The young man said.

"It's not my mother, it's my aunt." Yan Xizhi robbed.

The boy didn't care whether it was a mother or an aunt. He saw that Yan Niaoniao had bought ten bamboo circles from the stall owner, stood outside the white line, and was preparing to set up things.

One was not trapped, two were not trapped, and three were not trapped yet, the young man spoke, "Didn't you say you could trap at least seven or eight, now three have missed, and the remaining seven have to be trapped in the full set, otherwise you would be talking big."

"I... I didn't say anything big, it's... a mask that gets in the way." Yan Niu Niuo made an excuse and took off the mask, "Xi'er helped her sister take it."

However, even if you don’t wear a mask, the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh are all not covered; Yan Niaoniao still has two bamboo circles on her hands, and the young man hugged his arms with both hands and said, “Do you want to buy ten more?”

"No." Yan Niu Niu threw out all the two bamboo circles in his hand in a angrily manner.

"I've hit it, I've hit it." The onlookers exclaimed.

Yan Niaoniao threw it around and instead got a small porcelain bottle. Yan Niaoniao jumped happily, "I am better than you. I've got one. You didn't get one. You are my defeated general."

The young man hummed twice, "You are blind cats and hitting dead rats."

Yan Hu's mouth raised, and this was quite right. But Yan Niu Niuo was not convinced, "You are just blind cats."

"Okay, Niao Niao, don't argue with others, let's go." Yan Huo patted his niece's head and grabbed her and walked out.

Although Yan Niu Niuo followed Yan Huo, he turned around and made a face at the boy. The boy turned his head away. He was wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression, but he thought he was also disdainful. At this time, neither of them would have thought that they would meet again in a few years, and then the two families would discuss marriage, and they would become a pair of happy enemies.

After resting in this town for a day and two nights, I continued to move forward. There was a mountain road fifteen miles away from the city, which was very suitable for setting up an ambush. Although it had been six or seven days since I left Kulun City, the Tatars had no movement, but as long as I had not passed Ximan Mountain, I had to be careful.

"Han Fei, you lead fifteen people forward to explore the way." Fu Zhixing ordered.

"Yes, the prince." Han Fei ordered his troops and galloped away.

The carriage walked slowly. When it was three miles away from the mountain road, Fu Zhixing saw a fast horse running towards them. Fu Zhixing frowned, raised his hand, and signaled everyone to stop. When the cavalry ran closer, Fu Zhixing found that he was covered in blood and was shaking on the horse.

Without asking more questions, you already know that something happened ahead. Han Gao immediately stepped forward and rescued the man. The question was: "How many people are there?"

"Yes, there are four or five hundred people." The soldier replied in horror.

Four or five hundred people!

Even Fu Zhixing, who had always been calm and composed, had a slightly changed face. There were less than 300 people in their group, as well as women and children. But Fu Zhixing quickly calmed down and looked around, "There is a gentle slope over there, Dong Yinghua."

"I am humble." Commander Dong stepped forward and responded.

"Your Madam, Niao Niao and others will go to the back of the gentle slope for a while." Fu Zhixing ordered.

"Yes, the prince." Commander Dong responded.

Yan Hu poked his head out of the carriage, "Wujiu."

Fu Zhixing patted the horse to the side of the carriage and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, there will be no trouble." He is a civil servant, but he has not abandoned his martial arts.

"Yeah." Yan Huo focused heavily, "I believe you will take us back to Beijing safely."

Yan Hu's aunt and nephew were protected by the female soldiers and hid next to the gentle slope. Fu Zhixing led other guards and rushed forward to meet the enemy.

"Aunt, I'm afraid." Yan Zhizhe was nestled in Yan Hu's arms.

Yan Huo lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Don't be afraid, my uncle will kill all those enemies." As she said that, she touched the protective dagger in her sleeve bag. She has been spoiled since she was a child, afraid of cold and heat, pain and suffering, and even more afraid of death. But if she is caught by the tar tribe, humiliated by them, or is taken to threaten her parents, then she will die.

Fu Zhixing took the lead and rushed into the enemy formation besieging Han Fei. With a clang of swords and swords, they collided with each other; Fu Zhixing suddenly kicked the man away, looked back at the guards, and shouted loudly: "Kill the enemy!"

"Kill!" The guards behind him were all elite soldiers, and accompanied by the shouts of killing, they waved their swords forward.

The sword light flashed and the sword light was sharp. Fu Zhixing was not an elegant gentleman at this time, just like a tiger descending from the mountain. The sword in his hand was rising and falling, harvesting the enemy's lives, and blood rain sprayed, screaming in succession.

The neighing of the horse and the screams of people merged together. This not-so-wide mountain road is like a purgatory on earth.

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Note: I wanted to use my bloody fingers to knock out a bloody story, but in the end I showed mercy. I should keep the martial arts as I write about the Jianghu article.
Chapter completed!