33. Uncomprehensive, Leisurely and Deep

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I don’t know how many years ago, there was a young man who was slow and careless in everything he did. He was no different from many young people in the place where he was born. He longed for a broad land and a prosperous life, so he followed the trend and joined the army.

It's just that he doesn't seem to be very good at anything. He's not good at bow and arrow, he's a mess with a knife, he can even ride a horse backwards. Just made a lot of jokes. Even being bullied is all because of Manyuyou. It seems that there is nothing worth caring about in this world.

But every time after going through arduous battle training, he was also the first person to play the flute in the team, letting the melodious music spread throughout the camp.

At that time, this young man was still called Akabane.

The emperor and his party were getting closer and closer to Sang Gongmo.

This month, they suffered more murderous attacks than in the past six months combined. Either horse bandits or mountain bandits, gangs or road bullies, or savage natives from the mountain tribes of southern Xinjiang, dragging big sticks and small hammers, standing in the middle of the road and yelling "Dexxi" before rushing to block the road and rob.

As if they all made an appointment together, there must be at least two or three times every eight days, and the nuisance is almost endless. And I don’t know how, but the timing of these moves is always when everyone feels exhausted and exhausted.

There are obviously not many experts among these people. The number of uninitiated people has an absolute advantage and they are familiar with geography. Every sneak attack comes and goes like the wind, coming and going at the same time. The emperor and pedestrians are like a big piece of dough that falls into the hands of the chef, who can be rounded and flattened.

The most hateful thing is that the great mountain bandit Teng Ji appears and disappears. Every time he rides in silently, relying on his magical mind that is hard to find. Every time he was beaten, it was all a sneaky idea to cut off the emperor's big head with a knife.

But it also depends on this, the growth of the emperor's group is also significant. Every time after being tortured, and under the leadership of the emperor in a meeting, I could always learn from the pain and keep the lessons learned in mind. In response to the opponent's attack methods, and with the advice of the Daluoshan disciples, more than ten offensive and defensive formations were set up. No training required, just learn and practice in actual combat every day and make rapid progress.

The first three times, Tengji's sharp knife could reach several feet away from the emperor, but then it got further and further away. Now, whenever he shows up, someone will take the initiative to beat him up without saying a word, without even a tremor.

The arrangement of the ranks and the tacit understanding of cooperation have gradually developed, and it is not as chaotic as it was at the beginning. Elite masters from several different organizations now eat in the same pot, sleep in the same bed, and compete with each other every day, and they all feel that they hate each other and cherish each other. When fighting, he can always exert his power several times more than usual.

However, Bodhi Alples, the most reliable person in their group, has been like a man possessed during this period since he was injured one day. Yesterday my arms were bruised, today my nose was bruised and my face was swollen, and tomorrow I had fist marks on both eyes. I obviously looked at him every day, but after one night, I would wake up with some new injuries during the day.

Other than that, he didn't care about anything else. All the management of ghosts and monsters was left to Alan and the demons. He looked at the sky all day long, no matter what was hanging on it was the sun, moon, stars, swallows, rat shit, he was always staring at something. put. After watching it for a while, he suddenly laughed, as if he had discovered a few warriors from the Hesna tribe led by Bosang. Every time I'm attacked

Counting over and over again, the ones who are strongest and unshakable are the ones who practice their coordination instead.

They were always able to dodge without any damage. And he's good at finding a place to stay. After implementing strict surveillance and defense on the periphery,

After experiencing four attacks today, everyone finally adopted the most efficient response method. Otherwise, it would just be a fatigue bombing every day - half of the people rest first. Taking turns guarding and resting is their SE novel

The attack was enough to bring down the entire team. "Between the nerves," there is a melodious and soothing sound of the grass flute.

When he stopped, Hesna Bosang, who gradually drifted into tight habits, played the grass flute slowly. It's not dark around him

Even at this age, he still has the same five little squirrels, six or seven little animals whose names are hard to name, and even the warriors in the bed at his feet, but they are licking their paws half-heartedly without knowing where they came from. Ball, eyes narrowed, as cute as a big cat. There was even a cheetah hanging on the tree he was leaning against. But he didn't feel the danger at all. When he heard his music, he stopped and listened.

Above, there are also countless birds stopping. It seems that all birds and beasts listen

Until someone arrives.

"Bosang." The Buddha suddenly woke up from his dream and ran away without a trace. I was frightened by this sight.

Hesna Bosangcai - stop, don't the birds and beasts around you seem to be disturbing you?"

Alan patted his chest and said with an embarrassed smile: "I sat down on a smaller wooden stake and said slowly.

Bosang stood up and saluted, asked Alan to sit down, and changed his clothes.

"Your Highness, there is no need to worry, you are just entertaining yourself. The scene. The popularity of the sound of Bosang's flute among animals has easily made the masters of animal taming techniques

This was not the first time that Alan felt empty when he saw the purpose of this wonderful beast technique.

Alan lost his self-confidence and felt that he had been tamed by himself for many years. I'll come and see if I have time today. Is everything okay with everyone?

"I've been so busy these days that I really have no time to take care of Tun, as if he doesn't care about anything.

"Well, it's not bad." Bosang was still as slow as ever. He knew that this man whose real name was Akabane was very good at doing things and was always in an orderly manner.

But through this period of getting to know each other, Alan has a different perspective from ordinary people.

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to grasp the current situation. In terms of grasping the overall situation, you should know this name, and it is not something that ordinary people can use. "

"Why did you name yourself Bosang? You were thinking of Alan, but you didn't know how to ask this question. It seems that this question is really

I originally wanted to ask how you feel about the current chaotic situation.

It seems quite important. She was shy and seemed not used to talking to the princess like this.

Bosang nodded, his rare smile somewhat useful.

"Well, indeed, it doesn't seem like an ordinary person.

Saying it means not saying it. said.

Alan was also used to him looking like this. He only came back in the morning after taking care of himself. Every time he came back, he would get hurt. I'm quite worried about him.

"Alang is always late these days. It's been a long time since he went out. = 22

"That's something to worry about. 5 5 can talk to the princess like this. After thinking about it, he said: "It doesn't matter. He resists.

Bosang, who said nonsense again, seemed to know whether

beat.

Alan was so amused. Alan has an innate goodwill. So I am happy to communicate with him. Bosang's answer is always

With this father's old subordinate who has been searching for him for many years, this is the case. Infuriating and funny.

Isn't that the right idea? Looking back, he seemed to be slightly uneasy and asked: "Bosang, if I regain my country, will anyone really open it?"

Alan said some random things, and then thought about it.

Heart?

"some.'

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It was rare to answer with a firm tone. SF light novel

"At least you have me." The subordinates were dizzy. Alan laughed and cursed, got up and returned to his tent.

"Thank you very much." I couldn't see through this, it was a bit different from the past.

Bosang began to play the grass flute again, and the sound almost sounded like he had heard it somewhere before, and it evoked some memories.

Slow, melodious, and even seems familiar,

It seemed like everything that happened was unfolding before my eyes. A space for oneself to rest.

The soldiers in the camp were still practicing at night, but they went to another place to be beaten. The more they were beaten, the happier they were, and their happy expressions changed.

The great master from northern Xinjiang disappeared without knowing when.

Exactly the same on a night out. Although he remained silent, a tall man who was half asleep was still followed behind him.

The emperor of the Central Plains still stood in front of a carriage door and opened his eyes silently, as if he could see through to the outside of the carriage. He stared for a long time, and finally closed his eyes.

The man in the carriage kept silent, occasionally opening his eyes

eyes. The wind howled, and he stopped playing for a moment, and suddenly said slowly.

Bosang, who seemed to have seen all this with his own eyes, was still moved by

"Wake up."

Everyone looked to the horizon at this moment.

It was an extremely evil thing that came suddenly without any warning. A masterpiece that suddenly grabbed everyone's attention.

No one can pretend to be deaf and dumb at this moment, like thunder from the sky

They looked at the same night sky at the same time. The fierce roar of the dragon cracked the sky!!!

From the far distance between heaven and earth, there was a sound of tearing. It was not something that people would notice, it was faint, with a hint of hurt and familiarity, a grass flute.

and unnoticed, faint and inconspicuous,

sound.

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