Gong Xue has bandits

Chapter 60 Sour Plum Soup

In the woods, the disciples ran for their lives like birds and beasts, but some of them didn't even see the way ahead, so they stepped on an ambush and fell into it together with their partners, disgraced and out of the game first!

There were all kinds of screams and screams in the woods, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly intense and tense. Only now did the group of princes and granddaughters really know that Hang Ruxue was not just joking!
Fu Yuanzhi's eyes twitched, and there seemed to be a topographical map in his mind that quickly unfolded, guiding him to make an immediate judgment. He took Wen Renshu's hand and ran in a remote direction: "Quick, come with me!"

Wen Renshu panicked, the rouge on her face was washed away by sweat, she ran staggeringly, it was so weird that she couldn't walk at all.

It's ridiculous to say that it's entirely her own fault. She has always loved beauty, and even if she pretends to be a man, she still wants to "overwhelm the crowd". For this reason, she racked her brains and tampered with her clothes, spending a lot of money. With all kinds of thoughts, she has improved the arms, trouser legs, and waist everywhere. It looks good, but it is not convenient at all, and it is bound everywhere when running.

At that moment, Fu Yuanzhi turned his head, saw the mystery at a glance, and was furious: "We are here to practice against the enemy, not to be romantic, please use your brain!"

He had never been so harsh on Wen Renshu before, Wen Renshu trembled in fright, and his face turned pale: "Yes, I'm sorry, Senior Brother Fu, I..."

Fu Yuanzhi didn't have the heart to chatter with her, and pulled her body: "Bring me the jade around your waist, and throw away all those messy decorations, hurry up!"

Wen Renshu trembled even more, and didn't dare to say anything, she hurriedly threw away all the trivial things on her body, and followed Fu Yuanzhi's pace.

Fu Yuan's eyes were quick and his mind was clear, and he went straight to the route he had planned earlier in the morning. He led Wen Renshu around, avoiding all the ambushes, and went all the way unimpeded. Finally, he stopped at the bottom of a small slope. , With the cover of branches and weeds, it is finally safe.

Wen Renshu was still in shock, and couldn't believe that she escaped the pursuit like this. Looking at Fu Yuanzhi's heartbeat, she couldn't speak for a while, but Fu Yuanzhi handed her the water bottle, and regained his gentle appearance: "Junior sister, don't blame me. Just now when I was in a hurry, I lost my composure, please don't take it to heart."

How could Wen Renshu blame him? At this moment, she could only confess him like a god, "Senior Brother Fu, I, I thought, but I didn't expect you. You really are..."

Under the incoherent admiration, Fu Yuanzhi slightly rolled his eyes: "I said earlier that this assessment not only depends on bravery, but also relies on terrain analysis, enemy detection and other abilities. You don't have to be too nervous, just follow me .”

Wen Renshu nodded, convinced, delighted and excited, and even more admiring for Fu Yuanzhi: "I knew that, with Senior Brother Fu's ingenuity, he was the No. Mou is not even one ten thousandth of yours, and you will definitely beat him in this assessment..."

In the woods not far away, Luo Qiuchi, who was stretching his bow and drawing an arrow, suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his nose and looked at the sky: "Who is talking bad about me?"

Before he could finish speaking, he shot three arrows with his backhand in a row, killing the three "Di people" who were approaching quietly from the side in an instant. The flour bag of the arrow exploded on the clothes, and it was a piece of white paste, which was so funny.

Wen Renjun exclaimed a few times beside him, and ran over to collect the result overjoyed, "I hit again, I hit again, collect the cards!"

The "Di people" who fell to the ground with the "shot" were full of mourning, they looked up helplessly and pretended to be dead, watching Wen Renjun squatting down and pulling the military badges around their waists.

This military card represents the life of each drill soldier, that is, the number of "Di people" shot and killed. The more military cards you get, the higher the total score in the final assessment will be.

Holding a bow and crossbow, Luo Qiuchi was handsome, with his forehead flying, and walked over casually: "Count, how much is it?"

Wen Renjun hugged those military badges like holding treasures, tapped them with his slender fingers, and smiled like a little rich woman who made a fortune overnight: "Nine yuan, a full nine yuan, boss, you are really amazing!"

Luo Qiuchi smiled, and looked around the forest, looking for the next target: "Then I'll make up another round number for you."

At this moment, many disciples in the forest were "deadly" out and sent back to the main camp by the soldiers, but Luo Qiuchi "sent" a lot of soldiers back to the main camp, which can be regarded as a great sigh of relief for Gong Xue, and gained some face .

On this side, he is dressed in a strong outfit, leading Wen Renjun all the way, shooting people's heads and collecting military cards, having a great time playing, while Ji Wenjing and Zhao Qinghe on the other side have completely different styles of painting.

On the dense towering trees, Ji Wenjing and Zhao Qinghe hid in it. The two of them looked down, and they were relieved at the same time when they saw that the "Di people" who were chasing them had gone away.

As soon as they raised their heads, the two looked at each other. For some reason, Qi Qi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Ji Wenjing didn't feel that his behavior of "hiding the tree" was not heroic enough or detrimental to his image. He just said frankly to Zhao Qinghe: "My performance in riding and archery is pretty bad, how about you?"

Zhao Qinghe found the "similar" and nodded fiercely: "Me too, me too, the archery always misses the target, my strength is weak, and the accuracy is not good..."

"To each other." Ji Wenjing deeply felt the same, and said to Zhao Qinghe seriously: "So if we go head-to-head, we probably won't live long in the woods, so why not hide here, keep hiding if we are not found, and run away if we are found If you can’t escape, you’ll be out and sent back to the main camp. Anyway, everything is left to fate, and the test scores are random, what do you think?”

Zhao Qinghe's eyes lit up, and he nodded his head even harder: "I, I think this is very good!"

Ji Wenjing looked at her for a long time, and suddenly smiled comfortably: "It's absolutely perfect to put the two of us in a group."

It just so happened that both of them had poor performances in riding and archery. They had no fighting spirit and lost face, and they didn't insist on scores.

In a sense, it can be regarded as a pair made in heaven.

Zhao Qinghe smiled shyly, Ji Wenjing thought about it, and just when he was about to say something, a familiar voice suddenly came from under the tree——

"Junior Sister Qinghe, Junior Sister Qinghe, where are you?"

Sun Zuoyang strode out with a crossbow in his hand, looked around, muttering incessantly: "I just saw them coming in this direction, why did they disappear in the blink of an eye..."

Sun Mengyin, who followed behind, snorted angrily: "As long as you are thinking about that little stutter, she will be in a group with that Shizi Ji who can't carry it on her shoulders or hands. What benefits will she get? Maybe she will be hit early." The arrow is out and sent back to the main camp, isn't it a waste of time to search for it like this?"

Sun Zuoyang turned his head and said "spit": "You have a crow's mouth, Junior Sister Qinghe must still be in the woods, I have to find her quickly, otherwise I really can't get along well with Ji Wenjing, that little white face has a fart." , Junior Sister Qinghe is so weak, following him will surely make her cry..."

The conversation under the tree was uploaded verbatim. Zhao Qinghe and Ji Wenjing looked at each other awkwardly, but Ji Wenjing didn't care. He just looked under the tree, showing an "idiot" look in his eyes.

When the two walked away, Zhao Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ji Wenjing, pursed his lips, and finally said: "Senior Brother Ji, what Brother Sun said, you, don't take it to heart..."

Ji Wenjing waved his hand, and interrupted directly: "You must take that kind of words to heart. I am exhausted from living every day. Fame is the most useless thing. The path we take is our own business. What does it matter to others? Gan, do you think what Sun Zuoyang said makes sense?"

"No, no, no..." Zhao Qinghe quickly shook his head and said, "I still like Senior Brother Ji..."

She blushed, and hurriedly added the second half of the sentence: "...behave in a manner."

Frank and magnanimous, bright and bright, without any pretense.

The corner of Ji Wenjing's lips raised, and he smiled softly: "I know, so I'm also very glad that the one with me...is you."

The branches and leaves are fluttering, and the sunlight shines on the beautiful and fair face through the mottled gaps. The light blue forehead on the head is flying with the wind, like a picture scroll of the most pulsating and moving in the world.

Zhao Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and the gentle "it's you" kept lingering in her ears, making her feel like a dream.

Until Ji Wenjing shook his hand in front of her eyes, and let out a low laugh: "Are you hot? I see that you are sweating. Are you thirsty?"

Zhao Qinghe was shocked, and when she came back to her senses, she quickly wiped the sweat from her forehead, blushed and lowered her head: "No, it's not hot, it's just that the tree is a bit stuffy, it doesn't matter, I, I brought water ..."

Before she could finish her stammering words, Ji Wenjing had already untied the bamboo tube from his waist and handed it to her: "Drink mine, sour plum soup, it will quench your thirst even more."

"Sour, sour plum soup?" Zhao Qinghe raised his head flattered, and didn't dare to reach out to take it for a while: "Yes, but..."

"It's nothing to worry about. We all lived and died together in the same group. Why be polite? Take it!"

The cool bamboo tube was stuffed into the palm of her hand, and Zhao Qinghe's heart melted away. She suppressed her chaotic heartbeat, and under Ji Wenjing's gaze, she lowered her head and took a few sips, like a child who stole candy. Overjoyed and overwhelmed: "Many, thank you, Senior Brother Ji."

For some reason, Ji Wenjing's face became hot, he quickly turned his head away, and pretended to push aside the branches: "I, let me see if there are any 'Di people' approaching under the tree. If you like to drink, drink more. Anyway, there is no water in the bamboo tube. It filled a lot..."

It was rare for him to chatter like this, he didn't know what he was trying to hide, but suddenly there was no movement behind him, he felt strange, just when he was about to turn his head to take a look, a pair of slender white hands suddenly touched his waist.

The soft chest was pressed against his back, and the moist lips blew into his ear, and the tip of his ear was lightly licked in the fragrance of wine, with endless teasing meaning——

"Big beauty, we meet again, do you miss me?"

(End of this chapter)