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The white horse roared to the west, and the dark clouds were dyed red with blood!

Yang Mu rode a white horse while the monk rode a black flowered horse with a red color.

The two of them walked side by side at a very fast speed. Walking on this snowy plain in the forest felt very special.

Yang Mu was a little excited, so he swung the horsewhip loudly.

"Leader, stop joking around!"

The two of them spoke against the wind. They could only hear each other when they shouted.

"Haha, let's not talk about benefactor now. You have made progress, and your heart is already in the dust?"

"Killing too many evils, the Buddha no longer exists in my heart!"

"Okay, he's an open person, but killing zombies is not a crime!"

"Leader, your horse is really good. When did you learn to ride it?"

"There are wild horses on Mount Weiqi. I learned them when I was young."

"Wild horses are the hardest to tame."

"They are the most spiritual ones... "Monk, I'm going to kill someone this time. Are you going to kill someone too?"

"Kill!"

"You think so?"

"Haha!" What a good 'killing to become a demon', you must have comprehended the Dao already! "

"This humble monk does not understand. I only wish to leave a trace of clarity when killing someone …"

"Don't talk about that. Today we are going to kill people and we even have to drink with your father. Only then will we feel refreshed!"

The two steeds galloped on the snow, heading towards the bandit city!

Yang Mu picked up the wine gourd on his horse.

When walking in the north, white wine was a very important thing. It could save lives.

This gourd could hold two catties of wine, but it was not some good wine.

To a true drinker, drinking was actually a form of enjoyment.

Yang Mu drank almost half a catty in one gulp. The moment he became interested, he actually recited it loudly.

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He didn't want to see me, so he rode his horse and lashed his whip at the two guests. He carried a saber and held a staff in his hand as he fought against the Heavenly Immortals.

A sip of wine entered the clouds, and he forgot to put it on before the second point of the mountain.

He was born with a natural pride that allowed him to grind through hardships, and he disdained to spend another year with a single glance. (TL: Nai – Nai = Nai = Nai = Nai = Nai = Nai = Nai = Nai = Nu = Nu = Nu = Nai))

My laughter is not warm, others see my bones cold!

Tian Mu Zi, the vagrant, will drink wine, do not stop drinking.

Take out your sword with me, and ask your king to accompany me in killing you.

This wine warms the stomach, strengthens the heart and gall the gallbladder, friends do not need pity for themselves.

In this world, there was nothing but evil and good.

Waiting until the flowers bloomed in the spring, men's farmers and women's weavers guarding the beautiful fields.

You and I will drink the sadness and joy again, the snap of a finger smile has become smoke.

Two horses, a hundred miles splattered, flying through the snow, sleepless, killing in every direction in front of their eyes!

Yang Mu's loud voice seemed to shake the nearby trees.

The two horses galloped off into the distance.

In the command room that had just been set up, Wen Sijia's face was flushed red as she stared blankly at the big screen while listening to Yang Mu's recitation from the loudspeaker.

What they had just passed happened to be a surveillance spot, with a camera and a radio receiver.

There was no need to talk about Yang Mu's straightforward manner in which he rode his horse to drink. What Wen Sijia found the most unacceptable was that he had actually adapted to Li Bai's . "Will you see me?"

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Even if he did not see her, Gao Tang and Ming Jing felt sad for their white hair, as if their hair had turned into snow.

Life is full of joy, do not let the goldfish empty the month.

The heavens gave birth to me, and I will make a difference. I will return after the gold has been used up.

For the pleasure of cooking sheep and cattle, you must drink 300 cups in one gulp.

Teacher Cen, Dan Qiu Sheng, will drink this wine without stopping.

A song with Jun Ge, please listen to it for me.

It is not enough, I hope that the long drunkenness never wakes up.

Ancient sages were lonely, but the drinkers kept their names.

At the time, Chen Wangxi was enjoying a banquet and having a drink. He had a lot of fun and banter.

Master is not short of money, must be sold to the Jun Lin. "" "I see," he said. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Wuhua Ma, Qian Jin Qiu, Huer will trade wine, with you to sell eternal sorrow!

This poem was quite well-known. Basically, it could be said in one or two sentences, and not many could possibly recite the entire poem.

Wen Sijia knew that Yang Mu had only secretly learned the language. She didn't expect him to remember it, let alone adapt it!

It couldn't be said to be very good, but it was indeed quite ingenious.

Although the poem wasn't a battle poem, Yang Mu had matched the last word of each of the seven sentences with a pronunciation of the "an"!

"duan, chuan, nan, nian, han, nian, dan, lian, shan, zhan, zhan, zhan, zhan, yan, yan, tian, huan, yan, yan, mian, before!"

He did not repeat the last word of each of the seven words, and had even used the former nasal rhyme "an"!

However, Yang Mu wasn't writing for the word puzzle.

It is very straightforward that every sentence can be interpreted to suit the environment.

The first sentence was about the scenery of the Northern Kingdom. The drizzling snow covered the sky, and the cold weather was clear and bright.

The second sentence is a gallop of two elegant, with a knife, with a staff, to fight a war!

After the third sentence, it was as if they had gone up into the clouds. The two horses galloped at top speed, and in the blink of an eye, they became two black dots that could not be seen!

The fourth sentence was that Yang Mu had said that he was born proud but had experienced hardships since he was young. However, Yang Mu had disdained it and managed to survive year after year.

The fifth sentence was mocking the cold weather. It was also mocking the fact that the enemy would turn into a corpse as cold as the weather when they met him.

In the sixth sentence, he said that he was a child who had been grazed by the heavens and was a wanderer of the world. He said that he would ask the questions and the next would be the wine, so he wouldn't stop using the poem tablet.

The seventh sentence said that he would kill someone with the monk, so the monk must not hesitate to kill.

The eighth sentence also gave the monk some wine, saying that this wine was good stuff, so he didn't have to mind the lack of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

The ninth sentence is still to enlighten the monks, we do not understand the good and evil in the world, just leave it to others to spread.

Looking into the future, they also began to farm the clothes in the base when the Warm Spring Flower bloomed abnormally beautifully.

The eleventh sentence said that when the time came for them to drink some wine and see the beauty of the time, then the slaughter from the past was not worth mentioning.

The twelfth verse: Two horses galloping over a hundred li, stirring up even the snow in the surroundings. They were about to slaughter everyone in all directions. This was the meaning of ambition!

The theme of this poem was "The Great Mu Child of Heaven", which was why it was called "The Wine General". The Son of Tian Mu!

Ah …

This Yang Mu was really bold, and he was so talented?

Is he a fake beggar?

Wasn't the story of the beggar blind?

Wen Sijia felt that she still didn't understand Yang Mu enough. He was always surprising.

He became a gentleman when he thought he was a rogue;

He thought he was a gentleman, but he was a little scoundrel;

Wen Sijia subconsciously touched her own face.

It was so hot!

It was as though she was watching an intense animated love movie. Her heart was surging with emotions, and her heart was sliding. Every sentence from this poem lingered in her heart, becoming more and more amazed. How could Yang Mu have such a heroic spirit!

Was it because he was born, or was the Northern Snow Desert the way to stimulate one's hot blood?

She frowned as she wandered around the room for a while, listening to the praises and praise of Yang Mu from the people around her. Looking at the infatuated looks of the girls, she felt even more complicated.

Thus, he decided to leave the room and went straight to the place that he had arranged for Yang Ling.

The ones who lived here were not Yang Ling herself, but the little sisters of the Beast Luring Team.

Every room

There were going to be several people living there.

The households in the north were different from those in the south. Most of the houses in the north had a fire brick bed, so only four or five people could sleep on it.

Yang Ling was cooking firewood in the stove pit when she saw Wen Sijia. She quickly got up and pushed her towards the living room.

"Child, it's suffocating inside. I don't know how to burn this. I'm researching it right now."

"It's fine, Mistress."

By now, Yang Mu had already accepted Yang Ling as his mother.

He didn't call her mother, but his mistress instead.

This way of addressing her was interesting. In a sense, it was different from the traditional way of calling her his mother and his teacher. This way of addressing her, Yang Mu didn't sound embarrassed, but Yang Ling also felt it was good.

As for Wen Sijia, Xiangru and Lin Yue, they followed Yang Mu's example and called him 'Mistress'.

Actually, it wasn't just them, but most of the people in the camp followed Yang Mu's call. Yang Ling was his wife, and Wei Minfang was his godmother.

"Have you finished your work? Why are you here when you have the time? I thought I would need you to take care of a lot of things. "

"Mm …" Fine, they brought their people and left the camp to me. Originally, I wanted to go as well … Hey, it's actually nothing much. The guard's Xu Yan is an expert. I just need to plan out the layout of these buildings and the rows of bungalows. Don't you have Du Chunmei? She's in charge of most of them. "

"Oh, oh …" Then will you be okay if you come to see me? "

Winston was shy and felt that he was indeed embarrassed.

Usually, she didn't have much interaction with Yang Mu's mother, so it was no wonder that she was thought to have come for a long time.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Sijia steeled her heart and voiced her doubts. Of course, she also mentioned Yang Mu's modification plan.

Yang Ling nodded with a smile and said:

"Truly a person with an Exquisite Heart!" "Sijia, to be honest, I still don't understand Yang Mu. In all those years, I never knew that a boy was secretly listening in on my lesson. I was touched by that!"

"That's right!" This little brat is truly different from the others. "

"I know Yang Mu often says something, what …" If it's abnormal, then there must be a demon? "

"Yeah, I've heard him say that too!"

"So this is the answer to the question. He is not an ordinary person. If his actions are illogical, then his real body is actually a monster!"

Wen Sijia gawked for a moment and then burst out into laughter. She could not help but cover her mouth with her hands.

She liked this saying. Yang Mu was a monster, which explained why he was so different.

Yang Ling stretched out her hand and gently pulled aside a strand of Winston's messy hair.

Wen Sijia had never been treated like this by an unfamiliar elder before, and her face turned even redder.

Yang Ling sighed.

"I knew you, the famous heir to the Wen Group!" You are so beautiful, most men can only look up to you! "So you are a fairy!"

"Mistress, I feel embarrassed to see you praise me so much."

"I'm not praising you. It's a fact! You are a fairy, how can ordinary people be worthy of you? I'm afraid only this demon will be able to make you submit, right? "

"Ah …"

Wen Sijia was petrified. She did not expect Yang Ling to be waiting for her here. She was really shy and did not know how to reply.

This was Yang Mu's mother's family.

Yang Ling walked to the door, looked at the departing figure of Wen Sijia and whispered to herself.

"You are a Heavenly Immortal, and that kid, Xiangru, is like a female war god from Greek mythology. Both of you are deities, do you not need that devilish man to tame you?" In the end, no one would be able to escape … "This is pretty good. Women will always be happy when they are with a man they love."

"Mistress, there's even more smoke coming out of the kitchen pit. What do we do!?"

Several young sisters were chattering away.

Yang Ling slapped her forehead and hurriedly turned around to return. She forgot everything and continued with her important work …

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