Chapter 302 Ten thousand enemies and divine generals, noise and nursery rhymes

Li Mo: "!"

Watching the girl raise the skewer and put it to his mouth, she lowered her eyes and looked at it quietly, like the moon dyed with the color of human fireworks.

Possible, that is to say possible.

Is it possible that Dalang knew it was poisonous but still picked it up and swirled it? Anyway, Bing Tuozi is definitely more foul than Jin Lian'er in the fabricated story.

"Um....."

In such a difficult situation, her classmate Xiao Li, who said her "stinky brother" had no time to dwell on it, opened her mouth and bit off a piece.

Ying Bing thought for a while, then opened his mouth slightly:

"good."

"..."

Li Mo shrank his neck. Is this mutton from Pleasant Goat? Otherwise, why is it that his scalp is numb and trembling a little from eating, but the corner of his mouth is harder to press than Chui Bao?

Zhong Ling: "!"

She now felt that the strong alcohol in her mouth was sweet.

This... this, this, this!

Did Li Shaoxia secretly invite Fairy Han to give her a textbook-style personal demonstration? ?

Li Shaoxia was so easy to get along with. Not only was he powerful, but he was also such a nice person. When she thought about what she had done during the day when they first met, she wanted to give her sinuses.

I'll toast him with two glasses of wine later, but now...

"Smelly brother, eat." Zhong Ling followed suit and held up a leg of lamb.

"..."

Zhong Zhenyue hesitated for three and one-third seconds before choosing to use the leg of lamb to cover the little question mark in his belly.

Then a strange scene appeared.

Bingtuozi regarded Zhong Ling as a reference and saw her feeding Zhong Zhenyue, so he imitated her and fed classmate Xiao Li.

Zhong Ling regarded Bingtuozi as a textbook demonstration. When she saw her feeding Li Mo, she now learned and sold it to Zhong Zhenyue, but she didn't learn it well. It was a buyer's show but a seller's show was hit by dimensionality reduction.

The two of them each learned their own thing, and it was an endless cycle.

Just very confused.

The entire restaurant was lively just at their table.

The child at the next table asked curiously: "Mom, what are they doing?"

Then his mother covered her eyes.

"Wait a moment!"

Zhong Zhenyue held his stomach and raised his hands.

"Huh?" Zhong Ling looked unkind.

"Brother Li, I can't digest these ingredients for a while. I really can't eat them anymore."

Zhong Zhenyue slightly untied his belt with a grimace, and his undershirt was immediately pushed up by his round belly.

When Ying Bing fed Li Mo, he fed him a piece, and she also ate a piece.

Zhong Ling almost stuffed the whole leg of lamb into his throat.

"Sister, you can eat it too, it tastes really good."

"Hey, you're sensible."

Zhong Ling happily took a bite of the dish handed to her by Zhong Zhenyue and secretly gave Li Mo a thumbs up.

As expected of him, he was so strong in his wife's fighting spirit that the method he gave her was spirit. Zhen Yue had never fed her before.

"..."

Instructor Xiao Li held his forehead to block the black line on his forehead.

It can be said that the love battle failed, but Zhong Ling also suffered.

But when it comes to success... I feel like something is not quite right.

He picked up the food and took a bite. He was biting the end of his chopsticks to find out what was wrong, when he met the eyes of a certain Han fairy.

She looked at the dishes on the table, and then at Li Mo's chopsticks, and her eyes almost read:

‘Are you really going to eat it yourself? ’

"Well, eat."

Li Mo picked up a piece of shredded potatoes and green peppers with chopsticks and handed it to her mouth.

Ying Bingdai frowned slightly, tilted her face slightly to the side, and pursed her lips, refusing to open.

reject.

"???"

A little question mark popped up in Li Mo's head. Doesn't she like to eat green pepper and potato shreds?

Fortunately he is a genius.

This time, his genius was used in the wrong place. At that moment, his inspiration flashed, and he keenly captured hundreds of millions of details.

He blurted out:

"Sister, eat?"

"Um."

Ying Bing's dark eyebrows stretched, and then she opened her mouth as if she were an acquaintance with the cold cat.

"...."

Really?

Li Mo was completely blessed. After all, Zhong Zhenyue had been called Sister Zhong Ling since he was a child, but Bingtuozi was obviously only two months older than him...

There were many people in this shop, eating and drinking, and acquaintances couldn't help but chat with each other.

"This is the famous Wang...er, Dugu Qijian!"

"The one next to me is Fairy Han."

Zhong Zhenyue introduced it to the sergeants, and the atmosphere became more and more heated for a while. After all, the nine heavens and ten lands are so vast and there are countless heroes, but there are only a hundred geniuses who can be called hidden dragons, and this small table in front of them only has three people sitting there. Bit.

There are two people who are still ranked high and are talked about among people.

"Li Shaoxia, if you don't mind, I'll have a drink with you."

"When I looked at him just now, I felt that this person was no ordinary person."

"Is Mr. Li married? Hiss, this wine is really weird. I'm drunk after just two glasses."

The sergeants were just trying to show off to the young Marquis at first, but later they discovered that this powerful wife-fighting spirit had no airs and was quite approachable, so the atmosphere in the venue became a little warmer.

Zhong Zhenyue was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he thought it was normal. Brother Li seemed to get along well as long as he didn't deal with extremely vicious people.

He also smiled and said:

"Brother Li will come to the military camp tomorrow to cooperate with our training. Then brothers, please be more energetic and don't lose your status to our border troops."

"How to train? Li Shaoxia doesn't seem to have been in the army." The one-armed man who owned the hotel asked curiously.

"You will know this tomorrow."

Zhong Zhenyue drank a corner of wine and said with a smile:

"Our commander praised that if Brother Li joined the army, he would be a brave general. Uncle Qu has never praised me like this."

The soldiers looked at each other, and their hearts became more solemn.

Their commander Qu never spoke nonsense, always thought carefully, and he was sure of what he said.

"I wonder...Brother Li, how many troops can you accept? Is it more than the young marquis?" The one-armed man asked tentatively.

"Accept military force?"

Li Mo looked at Zhong Zhenyue.

Zhong Zhenyue explained: "A hundred soldiers form a military formation, which is called a formation. The power of the military formation is usually reflected by the eye of the formation. The stronger the physique and the spirit, the more military formation power can be accepted."

"Now, with the cooperation of Sister Ling, I can accept up to four sides at most."

This is exactly the number of guards he brought to Nanguan City.

Li Mo roughly understood.

The power of the military formation is so turbulent that it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to control it. If the power of so many people is reflected in one person, then the quality of this person is particularly important.

Those who can accommodate ten directions are already great generals and can be pioneers.

Those who can accommodate a hundred directions are called ten thousand enemies, and they are able to roam the battlefield.

As for the god generals of the time... the Dayu Dynasty has one.

The King of Zhennan.

Of course, in addition to the 'eye of the formation', it is also related to the elite level of the soldiers and the command quality of the commander of the military formation.

"If I study the military formation, I wonder how much military power I can accommodate..."

"Brother Li can try it tomorrow."

...

A group of rough men chatted with interest, and their rough voices were so loud that the ceiling of the restaurant trembled.

"He should be able to sleep well tonight?"

Ying Bing looked at the boy not far away, who was like a fish in water among a group of soldiers, and couldn't help thinking in his heart.

A warrior in the Guanshen realm can use meditation instead of sleep.

But if it is not an emergency, he will still take a short nap every day to relax.

But Li Mo has not had a good sleep for a long time.

At this time.

The child at the next table was sleepy, rubbing his eyes, unable to sleep because of the noise.

His mother, a local woman in southern Xinjiang, patted his back gently and sang softly: