My imagination has come true

Chapter 242
Curious, Chen Yi took a few steps around the woods, and suddenly saw a group of men in black clothes walking lightly on the mountain road.

They were about 25 to 37 years old, and their boots, knives and crossbows hung on their waists were all golden, and they were standard weapons of the imperial court.

This group of people was lightly dressed and walked without armor, but they still showed a bit of a soldier's air when they walked.

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, feeling that the outfits of these people looked familiar.

"Slash the declining army?"

The one who spoke was a little girl wearing a patterned jacket that is common in this area of ​​the village. She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with big eyes, a high nose, and a little red cheeks, but it didn't affect her youthfulness and cuteness in the slightest.

The little girl deliberately put on a solemn and solemn look, and said loudly: "Everyone, jump into the river."

Her voice was very crisp, with a little excitement.

"Hero Qin and the others have all heard of Yue Nvxia's prestige, so they picked up the river with their feet, and the group of monsters chased them into the river like headless flies, but when they touched the river water, they all seemed drunk , crackled and floated on the surface of the water, and could no longer move."

"Those heroes took about 20 minutes to kill the monster one by one with their swords. Tsk, they didn't kill many of them in the three days of fighting."

"It's a real thing. My Huzi brother is the registered disciple of Qin Daxia. I was going to deliver arrows to them, and I happened to bump into it."

"If it wasn't for Yue Nvxia's insightful eyes, which can clearly see the weakness of monsters, maybe I, brother Huzi, would have to die too."

"Her old man must be like what the storyteller Uncle Zou said, that the gods and Bodhisattvas descended to earth, their eyes can see the fate of all living beings, and they are destined to lead the world's righteous men to rescue the suffering."

Before the little girl finished speaking, a group of men in black clothes couldn't help snickering.

A long-faced young man standing in the middle laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha, the children these days are so easy to deceive, you can believe any storyteller."

The others laughed too.

Chen Yi couldn't help laughing after hearing a few words, turned around and went back quietly, picked up a handful of reed leaves, and went to make zongzi with the newly trained chefs.

One pot of glutinous rice and salty rice dumplings with wild grass and lamb.

Let's have a pot of salted egg pork that is especially loved by children at home.

The last pot is the red dates and glutinous rice dumplings that the old people and teachers can't miss.

Although Chen Yi doesn't like food, if there is no such thing, a few teachers can talk about it for half a month.

It’s okay not to eat zongzi, but if you can’t get red dates from eating zongzi, then it’s absolutely impossible.

There are enough people, and the zongzi are easy to pack, and soon a few pots of zongzi are out of the steamer.

Chen Yi picked up a salted egg pork dumpling and a red date rice dumpling. She peeled them off for Mu Qingyun and put them in clean branches for her to eat.

Mu Qingyun smiled as he ate: "How about it, did this red date come in handy? Was it a good thing to stop you and not let our Miss Chen smash this thing on someone's forehead?"

Chen Yi: "...huh."

Thinking of the origin of the red dates, Chen Yi is still full of anger.

At the moment, all supplies are relatively tight, and Mu Qingyun is always on the road with these fellow students, and the car is light and easy. If you can take one less bag, you will have one less. The food is as much as possible on the road, and there is no way to prepare some red dates.

These red dates were specially brought over by Miracle Doctor Liu last month for medicinal purposes.

At that time, Mu Qingyun was still experimenting with his own fighting methods, which were indeed effective, but when dealing with monsters, he didn't just open his mouth. As soon as he opened his mouth to attack, the monsters would spontaneously disappear by themselves.

Every battle is a tough battle, and some seem to go too smoothly, but before that, there must be countless trials and sacrifices.

Some time ago, the disciples of the Yuncheng Martial Arts Academy suffered casualties every day, and Chen Yi wrote letters every day to urge various medicinal materials.

Hemostatic medicine, medicine for nourishing qi and blood, that is the most important thing.

However, there is a shortage of medicinal materials for nourishing blood everywhere, and even the genius doctor Liu can't stand it. The pills for nourishing blood can't be supplied at all. In the end, I don't know if it's a brain twitch. Anyway, I sent a disciple over. He didn't bring the hemostatic medicine with him. A big bag of red dates.

"At least it's a psychological comfort. It can't be used as a medicine, but as a snack. There is no harm, only benefits."

The original words of Dr. Liu.

Chen Yi stared at his little apprentice, and then at his junior sister who had a big gash in her waist and abdomen, bleeding all over the floor, wishing she could spit on that kid's face.

How many red dates do you need to eat to replenish the blood?

If everyone hadn't been alarmed and quickly called out Mu Qingyun, who was fighting the sand table, Chen Yi would have greatly offended the genius doctor who was least likely to be offended.

Damn, it's scary just thinking about it, okay?
Chen Yi smiled, and blinked deliberately pretending that the black history did not exist, she peeled a rice dumpling and ate it, and said with a light smile, "A group of soldiers came from the mountains, and they just passed by Chang County."

Mu Qingyun didn't take it seriously, half of his mind was still on the sand table, and he said vaguely, "Well, the restricted area in Changxian County changes frequently, and it is a little safer to have at least 300 people permanently... Eh? Passing Changxian ?”

Chen Yi couldn't help but chuckled, "It's nothing, just like Qingqing said, it's not unusual."

All the warriors in the world are moving, and the people who cut down the army must bear more pressure and move more frequently.

However, Mu Qingyun couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his cheek: "I want to change my name, I won't be called Yue Qingqing from now on, my name is Mu Qingyun."

Chen Yi finally couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing, saying, "At least you can't even change your surname. However, Mu is a national surname, so it's not impossible, hahahaha."

Hey, Yue Qingqing has become a household name in Chang County recently.

The storyteller invited to every restaurant and teahouse told her stories.

And in almost every story, there is a figure of "Zhan Failing Army".

At this moment, Zhan Huaijun is the absolute "traffic code", everyone pays attention to it, and it is difficult for the storyteller to speak a story unless he mentions a few words.

The same is true for the current story involving Mu Qingyun.

There is only one thing that is very special. In these stories, Mu Qingyun is the absolute protagonist, while Zhan Huaijun plays a very important and important supporting role smoothly.

For example, the more popular one recently is, "The Messenger of the Declining Army has been in trouble for three times, and Yue Qingqing gave up his life to save the deceased".

The story is about a messenger from the Zhanshen Army who was ordered by the army to deliver a letter to Yu County. He encountered a giant monster whale on the way and fell into the monster's lair.

The messenger was about to die. His old friend, Yue Qingqing, the famous heroine of Yuncheng, arrived in time, and after a desperate fight, he finally helped him out of danger.

After that, Yue Qingqing was obliged to escort the messenger out of the mountains, open roads in the mountains, build bridges when encountering water, and fought monsters three times in a row, and finally sent the messenger to Yu County.

"Only Yue Nvxia bears morality on her iron shoulders, is loyal to the liver and courage, and has no fear of life and death, who can save the sky."

After the storyteller finished telling the story, he exclaimed in admiration, his face full of emotion.

Mu Qingyun really didn't mind these stories, but the serious Zhan Huaijun heard the story, cough, she just felt a pain in the face.

(End of this chapter)