The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

"Young master, there is a cave here!"

Yang Lin's expression brightened, he had received information a long time ago, saying that there was often smoke from cooking here, and it really was something tricky.

Everyone lit torches and rushed into the cave, only to find that the cave had already been empty.

The remaining fire on the ground is still warm, and there are many maternity and baby items on the bed.There were pots, pans and pans on the stone table next to him. With a gloomy face, Yang Lin stepped forward to pick one up, and there was still food left in it.

He grabbed a handful, bit and chewed, and immediately spit it out on the ground.

Lu Wang was in a hurry, and said: "Shao Zai, don't eat and drink lightly, be careful of poisoning."

After he finished speaking, he saw the sadness on Yang Lin's face.

"Slaughter?"

"Follow me! Eat this kind of food, lack of oil and salt, my son may not even be able to drink milk. Fang Miaolian, don't let me catch you, or see how I deal with you."

Everyone was speechless for a while, packed up their weapons and searched the cave again, and after a while a few boy scouts from the Little Wolf Battalion came in, each holding a dog leash.

More than a dozen well-behaved big dogs, smelling from the left and sniffing from the right, are very happy.

The little wolf camp fan behind him led them to every corner of the cave to get acquainted with the smell here.

Yang Tianning came out more and more, and said: "Father, third brother, he discovered that well-trained dogs can be hunted down. These dogs were trained by us in Bianliang, and they just come in handy."

Yang Lin's eyes brightened, and he said, "Tianci is right, let's chase after him!"

The rain from the mountain stream washed away the footprints and also the smell. A group of people followed more than a dozen military dogs and searched slowly.

On the tree not far away, a few people saw this scene and cursed: "No wonder the officers and soldiers have such sharp noses recently. I thought they had dog noses. It turned out that they really brought dogs. Go tell the saint and don't rest. Now, continue to flee south."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp arrow shot through his shoulder, causing him to groan and fall under the tree. Lu Qian, who was hiding outside the cave, stepped forward and said, "Little guy, you are not professional. The Ming Cultists, the good guys who fought with our brothers, did they all follow Fang La to die in Qingxi Mountain?"

Chapter 2 Eleven: The Morality of the World Is Not a Hero

Lu Qian was standing under the tree leaning on a knife, another Ming Cultist shouted loudly, jumped down and chopped at his head.

Twisting his body to one side, Lu Qian didn't sloppy in the slightest, and after dodging, he stepped on and broke the man's hamstring.

Looking at the two who were easily subdued by him, Lu Qian shook his head lightly, not knowing whether he was remembering or sighing.

Seeing this in the eyes of the two people, they felt humiliated, and said fiercely: "Officer dog, if you want to kill, kill!"

Lu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, sat cross-legged on the half of the root of the tree, and said: "I was just a fledgling, and I was as ignorant as you, but I acted with blood, and followed the salt king to live in Lianghuai.

That day, at Akino Port, was the first time I saw Jiangnan Fangla. "

Speaking of this, a hint of admiration appeared in the corner of Lu Qian's eyes, and he raised his eyebrows and said: "He just stood there, his face was wide and his mouth was square, his body was burly, and his voice was like Hong Zhong's righteousness, so it made people heartbroken. No wonder Jiangnan Countless heroes, cast under his command, he is really a respectable and extravagant man."

Both of them were injured and lost the ability to escape or resist. Although they don't know why the court general didn't kill him, he talked about King Ming's past instead.

But listening to his words, there was no malice towards King Ming, but full of praise, the two snorted coldly and stopped yelling.

Lu Qian paused, as if immersed in the past, the expression on his face changed and was very rich.

In the Long Live Camp, Lu Yuhou, who had always been cold-faced, revealed his true feelings at this time.

"Have you ever seen Han Shizhong who killed Fang La?"

The two shook their heads together.

Lu Qian said with a smile: "That Han Shizhong, nicknamed Po Han Wu, has an unshaven beard and sloppy mouth, and I don't know how many times he has been beaten. I was ordered to check his details. Ordinary people dare not speak out, but they are still a gambler in the army. They often kill enemies and behead them to make some money and then lose everything. In the dirtiest and cheapest kilns in the Northwest, I don’t know how many flirtatious fights with people. Capital, not repaying gambling debts, full of pickiness and talent.

Such a brave soldier, with his courage, led 50 people and beheaded your King Ming.Pity the foolish men and women who still believe in the reincarnation of King Ming.Even though he was a hero for half his life, he was just an ordinary person, he would bleed if he was chopped off, and he would die if his head was cut off. "

Seeing that he had insulted King Ming, the two disciples immediately became furious, struggling to get up and desperately.

"You dog thief, don't think that grandpas don't know what you're thinking. Grandpa advises you to stop thinking about it as soon as possible, so that you don't get half a word out of our mouths."

Lu Qian shook his head, and said: "My original intention was to look at you pitifully. At this age, when you should be filial to your parents, you don't want to make a name for yourself to honor your parents, but here is why I didn't give birth to you and didn't raise you." Your so-called King Ming worked hard, never thought of getting any useful information out of the mouths of the two of you, and how much useful information can you know at your level? It seems that you are deeply poisoned and cannot be saved."

With just two knives, Lu Qian wiped the blade after killing everyone, and walked out of the jungle with the knife on his shoulder.

The shadow on the ground stretched very long, and even with a somewhat lonely back, Lu Qian chewed a branch, chewed the bitter juice until it was tasteless, and spat on the ground: "Hey, the world is not a hero, a hero for a lifetime, a hero for a lifetime Lonely and poor, conceited and passionate."

Yang Lin and others in the distance searched along the trail, and when they arrived at the bank of the big river, more than a dozen dogs stopped moving forward.

Yang Lin's face was gloomy, Yang Tianning stepped forward and said, "Father, I'm afraid I escaped by crossing the river."

Yang Lin hummed, and sighed, "Unfortunately, I finally found this place."

"What's so difficult about it, the adoptive father just needs to cover our little wolf camp, and discipline them to have nowhere to hide."

Yang Lin sighed, and said: "Cross the river quickly, search along the river bank, I don't believe that Fang Miaolian can fly to the sky!"

On the other side of the river, in a ruined temple where he rested temporarily, Fang Miaolian gritted his teeth with hatred.

He was convinced that Yang Lin knew about the child's background and wanted to take Le'er back.

To her, this is the most unacceptable. Now her son is all her fetters, and no one is allowed to take it away.

Fang Qifo looked at the saint in front of him, and handed over a piece of roasted rabbit meat with a complicated expression. He is not a fool, on the contrary, he is very smart.

Judging from the officers and soldiers' desperate search and follow-up like a dog's skin, the identity of this child must be unusual.

As for saying that King Ming was reincarnated, that's a lie to deceive fools.

Fang Miaolian took the rabbit meat and took a bite, the rabbit meat was oily and dripped onto the child, it was so hot that he cried loudly.

Fang Miaolian hurriedly lowered her head, and coaxed her son clumsily. Although she was 27 years old, it was the first time she had a child, and all the scheming experience in the past would not work on this little ancestor.

Seeing that she was really embarrassed, Fang Qifo stepped forward and said, "I'll come."

"Can you do it?" Fang Miaolian asked doubtfully.

After taking the child, Fang Qifo smiled: "Try it."

He hugged Fang Le, shaking it back and forth, while making faces at him.

Counting, the child has been three or four months old, and he already has various expressions on his face.

I don't know why, but he just likes Fang Qifo very much, and he grinned.

Fang Miaolian scolded with a smile: "You little heartless person, you only know how to punish me and follow his father."

Halfway through the speech, it stopped abruptly. Fang Qifo's expression changed, and he pretended not to hear at random.

Fang Miaolian tidied her temples, stroked her hair next to her ears, pretended to glance at him casually, and found that his expression was as usual.