In the blink of an eye, it was the third day of the big hunt. Except for the group of lonely wolves killed by Jiang Baochan, the people entering the mountain did not see a single wolf again. Even the hunters who had previously inquired about the whereabouts of the wolves could not tell where the wolves went.

The group changed from hunting wolves to wandering. After a long time, people naturally became unhappy.

Xie Xingyan, Mr. Xie had been sleeping in a carriage for two days. No matter how comfortable the carriage was, it was incomparable to the bed at home. Especially every night, Mr. Xie became more and more restless when he listened to the whistling of various animals on the mountain. On this third day, Mr. Xie was already sleepy like a tuberculosis who had been bedridden for a long time, with an extremely ugly face.

If you stay like this, Mr. Xie only felt that he would really throw his life here.

As soon as lunch was finished, the two martial artists from the Xie family packed up their things at the order of Mr. Xie, one was responsible for the guards and the other was responsible for the chauffeur, so they planned to go back.

Mr. Xie originally wanted to take Wang Shuo away, but this guy, Wang Shuo, was stupid because of his brain, and insisted on staying here for Jian Wuzheng, that old bald man.

If this old bald man was eaten by a wolf, he would never wait for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, his two martial artists, Qi and Lu, are not ordinary people, and they still have some support for their safety when they go back.

Only then did Mr. Xie feel relieved to leave enough food for Wang Shuo for four or five days. Anyway, he only needed to catch a trip south for an hour or two and then arrived in Haizhou. When they arrived, they naturally didn't worry about their food and drink.

After Xie Gongziqiang gave his farewell with his spirit, several young masters who could not bear the pain in the mountains took their own guards and walked back together.

As for the Miss Liu who likes to wear red clothes, Xie Xingyan is too lazy to care about it. It just happened that he was taken away by the wolf.

On the top of Qing Peak, Jian Wuzheng climbed up to the heights and frowned. Seeing the clouds floating in the northwest, I'm afraid the heavy snow has been blocking the mountain for only a few days.

The little marquis was sitting on a huge rock behind him, trying hard to adjust his luck. The first day of his ability was the pain all over the past two days. Not to mention that he had planned to come here to practice swords by borrowing a wolf, even if he followed Jian Wuzheng, he would have been exhausted to climb the mountain. If this old guy hadn't boasted that he had lived on this mountain for more than ten years and knew where some treasures were, he would have found a cave to rest.

As he spent the past two days together, Jian Wuzheng finally made some changes in his senior brother's only son. He has seen many wealthy days since he was young, but after being used to being rich and well-behaved, there are not many people who can still suffer so much.

In the past two days, he has specially selected some mountain paths that ordinary people don’t want to walk on. After walking away, he has overcome all obstacles. He has not asked Jiang Baochan about his life or death, and Jiang Baochan has never called him a word of pain.

Even when I rested occasionally, this kid was so tired that he couldn't even eat. He was busy adjusting his breath and never heard any complaints.

Jian Wuzheng was really moved by this.

People who practice swordsmanship either have a perseverance or a chivalrous spirit, and it is difficult for others to achieve success in the end.

My senior brother has a good son.

Although it is a rough jade now, it may not be worse than those who have carefully cultivated since childhood.

The best time to polish the roots and bones is over, and it may not be possible to make up for it with genius treasures.

Seeing that it was only a few miles away from the cave that had lived in before for more than ten years, Jian Wuzheng jumped off the huge rock where he was located and continued on his way.

Jiang Baochan sighed secretly at the back, lifted up his heavy legs and continued to follow.

In the capital, the cold wind was wrapped in heavy snow and spread all over the ground.

A courtyard next to the palace wall is full of solemn atmosphere. Nearly two hundred young men gathered in this courtyard to practice martial arts. Everyone moves in an orderly manner, with boxing and sword techniques at once, like a doll cast in a mold.

From the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there were 48 garrisons under the Imperial Guards in the Capital City of the Ming Dynasty, and now they have been replaced by twelve personal guards. The young men in this courtyard have gone through batches and batches have also come.

Some people successfully walked out of the courtyard and entered the military position. From then on, they were linked to the twelve personal military guards throughout their lives. Most of them were involved in this and that matter, and eventually the bones remained.

Here, no one will remember their names, and they are not worthy of having names. Some are just seats arranged based on the thirty-six Tiangang and seventy-two Earth Demons. As for those who do not rank at the top, they are collectively called the last flow.

Over the years, three commanders, dozens of hundreds and thousands of households have been out of this courtyard. It can be said that if you master this courtyard, you will have more than half of the military strength of the Ming Dynasty's personal guards.

In this way, Emperor Hongwu naturally would not give these young people the guidance to those fixed people, in order to prevent the situation of being too big to lose.

So the people who taught them changed batch after batch, and never changed before, only the only one who ordered the establishment of this small courtyard.

They didn't know what his name was, they only knew that everyone called him Mr. Yang.

Today, Mr. Yang, who will not appear several times a year, is wearing a black suit and his huge black jade ring. He smiles rarely, and leads a young man in brocade clothes to watch them practice martial arts.

Naturally, everyone did not dare to slack off. With all their strength, the fist was windy, and the blade was cold and cold.
Chapter completed!