Infinite: The Yue Family Army starts the game and kills Wanyan Gou

Chapter 33 An evening photo

The children cheered again. A fat child with a snot-bubbled nose raised his hand tremblingly. Guan Mudan nodded his chin, indicating for him to speak.

Guan Mudan learned this action from a knight riding a big horse and equipped with a sword.

He saw with his own eyes that the knight just nodded his chin at the boss, with that fat and snobbish look on his face, and then brought the wine and meat to him. He looked so proud.

Therefore, Guan Mudan learned this move, hoping that he would be as impressive as him in the future.

The fat kid asked stupidly:
"Seventh brother, seventh brother, the wind is so strong, are you cold when you stand up there?"

Guan Mudan's face darkened, and the children started arguing again.

"Nonsense! Seventh brother has great magical power and great achievements, so he must not be cold."

"Wow, the magical power is so powerful, it's more useful than the cotton pants my mother knitted."

There was a skinny kid who told the truth.

"Haer, Brother Qi is standing on it because the red cloth is too long and cannot float on the ground."

Guan Mudan's face suddenly turned as black as charcoal.

At this moment, a hand stretched out from behind Guan Mudan and grabbed his collar.

Guan Mudan felt his little head spinning, and he did not forget to struggle with bared teeth and claws.

"Who, who dares to assassinate me!"

Guan Mudan turned his head fiercely, but found that he was among the friends. There was a young man with a face as pale as gold paper, half kneeling on the ground, looking at him levelly, and asked with a smile:
"Little brother, your name is Guan Mudan?"

This half-kneeling action made Guan Mudan feel a kind of "respect", so although he didn't understand the man's intention, he still puffed up his chest and replied loudly:

"A man won't change his name in business, and he won't change his surname in office!"

After reciting this line happily, Guan Mudan felt a sense of secret joy.

He has memorized these words for a long time, but he has never had the chance to show them off. Oh no, I want to show them off. Today I finally read them out!
Ye Hengzhou couldn't help laughing when he saw that this future peerless god of war looked like a brat.

Ye Hengzhou suppressed his laughter, patted Guan Qi on the shoulder, and said sincerely:
"Little brother, you are really amazing. You are so young and have strong muscles and muscles. You are a martial arts genius that is rare to see in a hundred years. If you have the opportunity, you will not be able to fly to the sky.

It seems that in the future, the task of punishing evil and promoting good, and safeguarding the righteousness of the world, will be left to you. Our Iron-Blooded Banner Sect is short of young talents like you. Do you want to join? "

Although Guan Mudan had a group of friends who were waving flags and cheering, he was still a child after all. He had never experienced such a battle, and he was immediately coaxed into being a little excited and drunk.

Ye Hengzhou took out another booklet from his pocket and said seductively:
"This secret book is a martial art passed down by the master of Daqi Sect. As long as you get started, I will make you the young master. How about it?"

Guan Mudan, who was accustomed to hearing stories about Jianghu and who yearned for martial arts knights, saw a martial arts secret book in front of him and immediately wanted to reach out and grab it.

Although he was young, he was not ignorant. Naturally, he understood that Ye Hengzhou could quietly and calmly carry him from the haystack to the flat ground. He must have martial arts skills.

Now that this genuine warrior is extending an olive branch to him, how can Guan Mudan not be excited and excited?

What's more, he has always known that he is indeed a true genius.

But the white and tender little hand was only halfway extended and stopped in mid-air.

He retracted his claws angrily, looked around at the children watching, and said in an old-fashioned way:

"No, I have already said that I will start a sect with my brothers and sisters and do our own business!"

Ye Hengzhou was stunned and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! This is Guan Qisheng, good!"

Guan Qisheng?
Are you talking about me? What a prestigious title.

Although Guan Mudan didn't understand what he was talking about, he felt a strange sense of pride in his heart.

Ye Hengzhou looked directly into Guan Mudan's eyes and said solemnly:

"Little brother, I believe that you will be able to achieve a great career in the future. This booklet should be regarded as my investment in you."

Ye Hengzhou's eyes seemed to melt into a warm current, flying into Guan Mudan's heart.
In his short life, no adult had ever been so sure of him. Guan Mudan took the booklet from Ye Hengzhou's hand, but never glanced at the coveted martial arts secret book. He just stared at Ye Hengzhou, thanked him heavily, and declared confidently:

"When I grow up, I will definitely protect you!"

Ye Hengzhou laughed again. He stood up, patted Guan Qi on the shoulder, gave him a thumbs up, and joked:
"Brother Guan, my little brother will be waiting for you."

Guan Mudan put his hands on his hips and said proudly:
"of course!"

Ye Hengzhou laughed.

After playing happily with these children until the sun went down, Ye Hengzhou said goodbye to them and gave Guan Mudan a last word.

"I should be respected by the strong. This is the only way a hero dares to take the lead."

Guan Mudan nodded with gleaming eyes, feeling that this sentence was so in line with his temperament as the leader of Guan Da Gang that he wished he could call me and stab me in the back as soon as he got home.

Seeing the little ones turning back three times, the smile on Ye Hengzhou's lips never disappeared.

This kind of simple innocence was something he had never seen since he came to this world.

Walking in this countryside, Ye Hengzhou looked at the smoke rising in the distance, heard the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs in the fields, and felt the subtle vibration of seeds germinating deep in the earth.

He squinted his eyes and took in everything, feeling an unknown sense of satisfaction.

After all, the reason why these fighting men joined the army, even risked their lives, and fought to the death with the Jin people on the battlefield, was not to create such a world?
He faced the setting sun and pursed his lips with satisfaction. Dusk clouds stretched across the sky, and the sunset glow lingered. Although the sun was setting over the western mountains, Ye Hengzhou only felt that it was vast and majestic.

The center of the layered sea of ​​clouds is like a burning torch, and a thick golden-red halo shines from the edge of the setting sun, which is warm but not scorching.

Following the light that penetrated the sky and the earth, the man moved forward step by step and couldn't help singing loudly:

"The sea is smiling, the tide is rolling on both sides of the strait, ups and downs follow the waves to remember the present day!"

The song was impassioned and heroic. As he sang, Ye Hengzhou suddenly felt a deep emotion in his heart that made him want to burst into tears.

"The mountains and rivers are smiling, and the mist and rain are far away. When the waves are washed away, how much do we know in this mortal world~"

This feeling connects his past and present like a thread of beads.

All those passionate, sad, heroic, intense, and painful emotions surged out at this moment, and were submerged in the emotion and merged into the song.

Like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, everything merges into the sea.

In the warm wind and sunset, Ye Hengzhou raised his eyes and imprinted that extremely glorious scene in his eyes.

He smiled.

Smiling with tears.

Ye Hengzhou opened his arms wide and embraced the world.

The timer in my mind suddenly returned to zero.

There was a faint light all over his body, as if he had melted into the sunset and disappeared without a trace.

There is only one sentimental but free and easy lyric left.

"The pride is still there, just a night photo."

[Recall procedure started]

The song has a long aftertaste and can be carried far, far away by the wind.

In Huining City, Yue Fei, who was extremely busy due to military affairs and refugee issues, seemed to hear a very familiar voice.

He raised his head and looked out the window. After a long time, he looked back.

(Volume 1, The River is Red, ends.)
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