The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

Wen Jue waited for the two children to go further away, and silently followed.

On the night of mid-autumn, the wind is cold and the dew is cold, and the coldness is already biting to the bone.

There are [-] soldiers in the army, and it is impossible for everyone to live in tents. Ordinary soldiers like them can only hug their weapons with their quiver on their pillows, and spend the cold night in the bleak autumn wind.

Yin Wujiu and He Yiyang stepped across the crowd lightly and walked back to their team.

Wen Jue thought for a while, and just like in the evening, he found a gap in the crowd and lay down not far from them.

The surrounding soldiers who were sleeping all over the ground gave him a good cover, Yin Wujiu and He Yiyang didn't even realize it.

The system looked at him, but couldn't help complaining: [I just punished him, and now I'm running over to peep, and I put it on the ground to peek, Voldemort, are you? 】Wen Jue's complexion darkened for a moment, and he said in a neutral tone, "I remember you used to love to watch "Black Cat Sheriff" the most?" Gotta let myself call him "Sheriff".

The system was once again stunned by his incoherent words: 【Why did you mention this all of a sudden? 】

Zhengtai's juvenile voice is a little less mechanical, and a little more inexplicable and embarrassing.

That reaction, how should I put it... It's like being brought up when someone brings up an embarrassing thing about her childhood when she grows up.

This broken system, would you be embarrassed?

Wen Jue was a little funny in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and then he continued with the half-sentence he hadn't finished speaking before: "Now you're playing chicken instead?"

【how do you know? 】The double-flowered cat lying lazily in his mind didn't hear the ridicule in Wen Jue's words at all, but jumped up suddenly, accusing him indignantly, 【Host, you spy on me, how can you do this?I have never read your mind in these years! 】Wen Jue: "..." He said it casually, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

It's no wonder that when I called him recently, there was always no movement. It turned out that I changed to an Internet addicted teenager. No, has the Internet addiction system gone?

Wen Jue chatted with this childish and immature system, and then turned his attention to the two apprentices who were several people away from him.

Amongst the grunts one after another, the young man's voice was suppressed, and the content of this conversation was related to Wen Jue himself.

"Are you okay?" Wen Jue easily recognized that it was He Yiyang's voice.

Another voice said: "It's okay, I have run farther than this before, just take a rest." It was obviously Yin Wujiu who answered.

"In the past, I was most annoyed by being punished by my master for running laps. Looking at it now, if I hadn't practiced hard at that time, I really wouldn't be able to have the physical strength I have now. I have been on the road for a few days. I can see how many people in this team are exhausted and dying... …By the way, didn’t Master say he’s also enlisted in the army, but why haven’t I seen him before!”

When He Yiyang mentioned Wen Jue, Yin Wujiu fell silent suddenly.

The silver-white moonlight shone on the young man, as if casting a layer of silent cold light on him.

After a while, Yin Wujiu said: "There are so many people in the army, and the master doesn't know which team they are arranged in. It is normal that it is difficult to meet each other for a while."

He Yiyang frowned slightly: "But I have asked many people these days, and they all said that they have never heard of the name of Master. You said that Master is coaxing us. In fact, he didn't join the army at all, just because of us. You two are at ease, that’s why I said that.”

Yin Wujiu denied it: "Master won't lie to us, could it be that he used an alias in the army?"

When He Yiyang heard the words, he thought about it for a while and found it very reasonable. He immediately changed his mind and said: "Then I will pay more attention to it in the future. You said that Master never showed his face before. Will he stay in the army in his true form now, so we We couldn't find him, if that's the case, wouldn't it be that we couldn't recognize him standing in front of us!"

Yin Wujiu remembered the night before leaving, and denied it: "No."

——He still clearly remembers the rough and uneven touch when his hand fell on the master's cheek, so he knows that it is impossible for the master to show his face in front of people. Taking a step back, if the master doesn't care about the injury on his face, but He took off the hood that covered his face, and when he saw it, he would only recognize people faster.

But He Yiyang didn't know his thoughts, so he subconsciously asked: "Why?"

Yin Wujiu didn't want to mention the master's secret to him, so he chose to remain silent.

Fortunately, He Yiyang is not inquisitive, and what a coincidence, at this time, his stomach suddenly growled, reminding him that his five internal organs temple needs to be offered.

"Eat?" He Yiyang bumped Yin Wujiu with his elbow.

Yin Wujiu turned his face and saw him take out two steamed buns from his bosom.

He Yiyang stuffed one of them into Yin Wujiu's hand: "Eat it."

After the words fell, I grabbed the remaining one and took a big bite

As a result, he almost choked to death because he was in a hurry to eat.

He Yiyang waited for a long while before he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with disgust: "This steamed bun is really unpalatable, it can't be compared with my mother's." The boy said, his eyes were a little red and wet.

I don't know if it was because I just choked hard, or for some other reason.

Yin Wujiu knew that he missed his mother, but actually he also missed his master, although he felt the same, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

After a while, Yin Wujiu took out the water bag, removed the cork and handed it to him: "Drink some water!"

He Yiyang took it with one hand, gulped and drank several mouthfuls, and when he stopped, he ate the remaining half of the steamed bun.

Even if he picks his mouth, he can't resist his hunger. When people are hungry, they can stuff everything they can eat into their mouths.

He Yiyang handed the water bag back to Yin Wujiu, then lay down with his clothes on, and curled up with his back facing him: "I'm so sleepy, go to sleep first."

In less than 3 minutes, Yin Wujiu heard the boy's soft snoring.

Yin Wujiu looked at him for a while, then took a piece of clothing from his luggage to cover him, and then began to eat the steamed bun.

The autumn night is cold, and the steamed buns are not very good. They are hard and cold to bite. Wen Jue finds it hard to swallow from a distance, but Yin Wujiu's face is not at all unpalatable. Holding the steamed bun, the unhurried movements were trained by myself before. After eating, I drank a saliva and lay down on the floor.

When Yin Wujiu fell asleep, Wen Jue walked over lightly, knelt down slowly, and grabbed the boy's right hand that was curled up next to his cheek.

That hand was slender, fair and beautiful, but at this time the back of the hand was red and swollen, Wen Jue couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

In a daze, the boy suddenly moved.

This moment immediately startled the "guilty" teacher Wen, who panicked and hit Yin Wujiu's sleeping acupoint.

He is not disguising himself now, Yin Wujiu must not let Yin Wujiu see his appearance.

Wen Jue sat on the ground, took out the ointment from his arms, grabbed the child's hand, and spread the blue ointment on the back of the other's hand that was scalded by the hot porridge little by little.

Before dawn the next day, Yin Wujiu woke up to the sound of a horn.

When he got up, he found that he was covered with a piece of clothing, and the wound on his hand didn't hurt so much.

The faint scent of medicine diffused into his nostrils, and the familiar smell made him wake up in an instant.

"Master!" Yin Wujiu whispered, then looked around excitedly.

It was too early, and the sky had not yet dawned. In the haze, the soldiers who had not had enough sleep were struggling to get up from the ground one by one, and there was no shadow of Master.

The anticipation in the young man's eyes gradually turned into loss and bewilderment.

"Wake up, He Yiyang, wake up!" Yin Wujiu pushed to wake up He Yiyang, who was sleeping beside him, and asked if his injury was the medicine he gave.

He Yiyang looked blank: "Yao, where did you get hurt?" The emotional guy didn't even notice.

But when Yin Wujiu heard the words, his depressed heart became excited instead.

When he stood up, Yin Wujiu felt a pale green afterimage flashing across his eyes, he stared carefully, but saw a small blue jade box rolling a few times towards the distance, and then stopped.

Pick it up, open the cap, and sniff lightly.

The faint medicinal fragrance was exactly the same as the breath left on his hands.

He Yiyang was arranging his luggage when he saw a small box in his hand in a daze, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Yin Wujiu tilted his head, the joy could not be hidden in his beautiful eyes: "Master is here."

He Yiyang looked around subconsciously, and then said inexplicably: "Are you sleepy?"

Yin Wujiu handed him the ointment in his hand: "This is the medicine left by Master. He must have visited us last night while we were asleep." At this moment, he was very much like a man who was eager for approval. child.

He Yiyang took it and sniffed it.

This smell is indeed the smell of wound medicine that Master used to give them.

Master's martial arts are unfathomable, and he often sees the head but not the end, so what Yin Wujiu said is really what the master can do, He Yiyang thought so, and immediately believed Yin Wujiu's words, his face immediately raised With a joyful and moved expression: "It turns out that Master has been watching us from the dark all the time!"

Hearing Yin Wujiu's words, he recalled that the fire-headed army attacked him earlier, but he was inexplicably injured, and immediately connected this matter with Wen Jue.

Xuncheng.

Although the city has not yet fallen, most of the people in the city fled and left. Some of the remaining people joined the battlefield to fight against the enemy, and a small number of them refused to leave and stubbornly stayed at home. The figure is gone, the streets and alleys are closed, empty and desolate, the cold autumn wind blows the dry leaves and rolls on the ground, and occasionally a few crows fly by, like a lament brought by the god of death.

Tens of thousands of soldiers fought and retreated. When they retreated to Xuncheng, they were able to hold on until now because of the protection of the Xunjiang River. However, although the enemy was blocked on the river, our army was not much better. Tens of thousands of soldiers died There are three thousand left, and if this continues, it will only be a matter of time before they fall.

After a small victory, the atmosphere in the army was not very warm. The remaining remnants cleared up the battle with a heavy heart. The wounded who should be rescued were carried to the city, and those who should be buried were buried. Just stab a few times, and by the way, recover all the javelin arrows that can be used on the corpse.

The author has something to say: aaaaa Wo Nail (づ￣￣)づ～～～Thanks to the little angel who irrigates me with nutrient solution: 4 bottles of DionysusNyx; thanks to the babe demon who threw mines for me (つ^~^)/○ Eat mooncakes and launch biubiubiu with love~