"Hmph, you damn unfilial son, the old man is going to teach you a lesson today!" Lao Mumu widened his eyes, raised the wooden sword in his hand, and attacked Zuo Hou menacingly.
Zuo Hou dodged and avoided Lao Mu's attack with agility. He thought to himself: "This old wood is really powerful, I can't be careless." So, he tightened the knife in his hand and used the same agility to deal with the old wood.
The two of you come and go, and there is me in you. Zuo Hou responded to Lao Mu's attack while looking for opportunities to attack. He knew that it was not the right time to fight, but if he wanted to defeat Lao Mu, he had to deal with him.
In this way, Zuo Hou and Lao Mumu were fighting fiercely, and both sides tried their best. Zuo Hou relied on his extraordinary martial arts to skillfully defuse Lao Mu's offensive and at the same time took the opportunity to counterattack. However, Lao Mumu was not a fuel-efficient lamp. His wooden sword danced like a river, which made Zuo Hou feel a huge pressure.
"Here, there's an assassin!" Zuo Hou shouted, and there was a commotion outside the door, with chaotic footsteps approaching from far away. "Damn it!" Lao Mumu looked down on this kind of operation of shaking people if they couldn't beat them. He has been lurking under this old man's stinky feet for so long, how could he just let him go?
"Kang Jijiu, I'll leave those trash fish outside the door to you!" Lao Mumu seized this opportunity and used his special skill of pressing the bottom of the box as soon as possible.
"Don't you think I don't mean it?" Lao Mumu smiled evilly, "Excellent craftsmanship!"
Zuo Hou was stunned for a moment, what is this?
But unlike other products that are outspoken, this "craftsmanship" is more reserved. Zuo Hou couldn't feel any burst of power, but he clearly felt that Lao Mu's temperament was different.
Soon, Zuo Hou discovered another fact - not only had Lao Mumu's temperament changed, but his body's coordination had also become better.
"No!" Originally, Zuo Hou's physical strength was not as good as that of Lao Mu, but now that Lao Mu has begun to exert strength, there is no need for him to hide his clumsiness.
"Boundless fighting spirit!"
Lao Mumu calmed down and took advantage of Zuo Hou's outburst with a backhand slash, following the weak point exposed during the outburst. It was obvious that the knife had touched the flesh, but it seemed to be blocked by something.
"Hmph!" Zuo Hou waved his arm and struck the old wood with his big knife on the head. Lao Mumu took advantage of his own attack momentum and rolled out, getting rid of Zuo Hou's move.
"The power of literature and ink!" Lao Mumu also understood what the opponent's power was that blocked his sword just now. He really didn't expect that most people would show off their sharp edges when they were concerned about an explosion, but this old man actually had a layer of power of literature and ink as insurance. !
"It's true that the older you get, the more you fear death!" Lao Mumu's face didn't look good. On the side, Kuang Jijiu was besieged by a group of miscellaneous fish. He was already a little exhausted, and there was not much time left for them.
Lao Mumu rounded his arms and slashed at Zuo Hou. Zuo Hou blocked the knife with his vast fighting spirit. Unexpectedly, Lao Mumu was too strong and chopped Zuo Hou away.
"Huh?" Seeing Zuo Hou flying out, Lao Mumu was about to give chase, but he felt something was wandering around his body, making him unable to concentrate on exerting his strength.
"The power of Wenmo!" Lao Mumu has been wandering this land for so many years. He really didn't expect that the power of Wenmo can be used in this way. Then he remembered something: "This is how General Qin was tricked to death by you a few days ago, right? .”
"Smart!" Zuo Hou leaned over and crouched down, then charged forward like a crazy bison. Lao Mumu was temporarily restrained by Wenmo's power and was unable to burst out enough strength to escape, so he could only prepare to resist the opponent's move.
However, what neither of them expected was that a hand grabbed Lao Mu's collar and flew directly up.
"Stop fighting, retreat!" Kuang Jijiu was also a little exhausted, but he still tried his best to blast open the roof, and jumped from the roof to the outer wall with the old wood.
"This way!" Lao Mumu also adjusted, pulling Kuang Jijiu and running in one direction.
After going around in circles for a few times, Kuang Jijiu, who was so tired that his eyesight was blurry, was pulled into a cellar by Lao Mu.
"I'm so exhausted!" Kuang Jijiu couldn't hold it any longer, so he waved his hands and sat down directly, regardless of whether the ground was dirty or not.
"Is there any dry food?" Kuang Jijiu was wondering why he didn't feel full when he came out, but he didn't care about it for now. He looked at the old man who was more familiar with this place than him, expecting him to nod. says have.
"Only dried meat and wine, just take care of yourself." Lao Mu gave such an answer.
There’s really something to eat! And wine? In extraordinary circumstances, the wine is no longer mixed, and the wine and meat are served directly on the old wood.
Lao Mu walked to a corner and took out a jar of wine and placed it in front of Kuang Jijiu. After saying "Wait a moment", Lao Mu climbed up the ladder to the ground again. After a while, he came down with a large piece of dried meat.
The dried meat was frozen, but Kuang Jijiu wasn't worried. He inspired Confucian etiquette and slowly warmed the dried meat.
"Be careful and don't make any noise. We haven't left the northwest corner yet. If your Confucian etiquette is discovered at this time, you won't be able to get anything." Lao Mumu reminded.
After hearing this, Kuang Jijiu turned down the "firepower", then took out a bowl from somewhere, scooped out a bowl of wine and poured it into his mouth.
"So where is our current approximate position?" The dried meat was edible, so Kuang Jijiu tore a large piece off and stuffed it into his mouth.
"We are now in the cellar of the granary, which is another cellar in Zuohou's stronghold."
Kuang Jijiu rolled his eyes and almost choked to death.
Whose stronghold is this? Why are you, a house thief, more familiar than the real owner?
Reluctantly using wine to push down the dried meat stuck in his throat, Kuang Jijiu let out a breath. He looked up at the old wood that had just come down from above and asked, "How's it going up there?"
Lao Mumu looked a little unhappy: "It's too quiet up there...have you finished eating?"
"That's enough!" Kuang Jijiu clapped his hands and stood up, "What do you think?"
"You can see the outside situation from the granary above." Lao Mumu walked on the sidewalk, "But there is no movement. Could it be that he has left?"
"Not good!" Kuang Jijiu heard what Lao Mu said and immediately realized what was fatal.
"What?"
"Xue Gong! Didn't you say that Zuo Hou knew about the death squad in the Xue Gong? Besides, our place..."
Lao Mumu also reacted: "Let's go, this is the shortcut."
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Academy Camp.
A student came out blindfolded. Looking at the panic scene in front of him, he couldn't help but complain: "What are you yelling about?"
"Zuo Hou, Zuo Hou is here!" When a student passed by him, he grabbed him away.
They ran to a high ground, where other students had gathered. The two leaders were Mr. Ji and Mr. Yin.
"Isn't Kuang Jijiu back yet?" Mr. Yin looked at the sun in the sky and saw that noon had arrived.
"I can't leave now even if I want to!" Mr. Ji saw the Zuohou ruffian group coming down below like mice crossing the street, preparing to command his disciples to start a battle.
"Yeah, I can't leave even if I want to!" Mr. Yin said sadly.
Just when Mr. Ji was confused about Mr. Yin’s tone, something strange happened! Mr. Yin suddenly slapped Mr. Ji's chest with both palms, and at the same time, a wolf howl roared out of Mr. Yin's body. Mr. Ji was unprepared for the sneak attack by the people around him. He was sent flying by this move, hit a big tree along the way, and passed out.
"Hahahaha!" Zuo Hou, who was still running up, laughed, "Welcome to the return of King Youxian!"
