Regarding Jingxu, Gu Yun only glanced at him and found that he was not good at it, so he quickly left the bandit er and the others aside. At this time, he was more concerned about when Chang Geng would leave.

Just so happened that Chang Geng said at a very timely that he wanted to meet with his companions who were investigating the secret passage of the bandits here. Gu Yun felt relieved. On the surface, he still gave him a small group of soldiers from the Xuantie Camp and told him to be careful of the bandits who missed the net.

Seeing him leave, Gu Yun said to the Xuanqi next to him: "Let me find two people to show me. If the Fourth Prince comes back too quickly, find something for him and don't let him come."

Xuanqi took the order and left, and Gu Yun then took his gaze back.

He swept the captive bandits to the end, and his eyes showed a gloom that was not usually found in his eyes: "I'm just one question. How many entrances and exits are there in these underground rat caves in precious places? Please be aware of the times. In this way, start from the first person in the west, behead the spot without saying a word. After the person in front, you can supplement the latter. I'm sorry that the one in front can take advantage of the one in front - start, count three times, chop those who don't say anything, chop those who talk nonsense."

All the bandits were shocked by the Anding Hou, who was even more bandit than the bandit.

Xuan Qi, who was ordered to interrogate, started asking from the first person with expressionless face. The first person instinctively looked around and hesitated.

Gu Yun made a cut-down gesture without hesitation, and the wind-cutting blade in Xuan rider moved in response.

Xuan Qi usually only killed people, never raised monkeys, and did not study beheading his head. The wind-cutting blade shone around the bandit's neck, but unfortunately it stuck in the joints between the neck. The bandit's head was half broken and half connected, and the throat was not broken. The screams scared the birds in the mountains far and near to the fur.

Xuan Qi narrowed his eyes and added force hard along his wrists to be considered as the unlucky guy.

The bloody vein gushed out like a spring, splashing out the people next to him. The second bandit shivered into an overloaded gold box, his mind was blank, and he pointed to the exit behind him: "Then, there is one..."

Gu Yun sneered: "Nonsense, can't I see it?"

So the second head fell to the ground.

The third bandit was frightened by the tragic elephant in half of his head just now, and fell to the ground with a "thump" sound, holding his head in both hands, fearing that the executioner in black armor was impatient and chopped down directly. He explained to the entrances and exits of the secret passages in one breath, and the people behind him were about to ejaculate his back.

With this beginning, the latter is too simple. It is a way to die or live. Anyway, it is useless to keep the secret yourself. People behind will always say that it is justified to keep a life as soon as possible.

Gu Yun remained silent, but was really shocked by the huge root system of the bandits in southern Xinjiang. Some of the entrances and exits explained by these bandits had already been protruded out of Linyuan Pavilion - otherwise, even the Xuantie Camp would not be so easy to block these rolling goblock halfway, but there were more that were unheard of even Linyuan Pavilion.

The Xuantie soldiers behind him left quietly, verifying whether these entrances and exits were true one by one, and guarding each secret passage opening. In less than a stick of incense, the bandits had already poured out all underground secret passages like beating drums and passing flowers, without even leaving any residue.

In a blink of an eye, this deadly "flower" was passed to the invader Jingxu, the bandit er.

In this life, Jingxu had vigorously fought a bloody path of occupying the mountain and becoming the king from the pile of dead people. He didn't know how talented he was. He had no shortage of courage and ruthlessness. Seeing the blade pressing in front of him, blood flowing from the ground into a river, he took a deep breath, straightened his back, pinched the breath he had been brewing for many years into bones and supported it on his body, lifted up his triangle eyes and stared at Gu Yun who had reached him.

Jingxu said: "I have only heard people say that Gu Dashen Gu is unparalleled in style, but I didn't expect that torture and confession are also very good. He is really skilled and can't suppress himself."

"There is no need to flatter you," Gu Yun said with a slight smile. "War is a matter of chopping people. I didn't lock you up in the dark room, I didn't put on a nail bed, I didn't ask you to sit on a tiger bench. I feel ashamed of the words "torture and confession". If you have nothing to say, just go with them."

Jingxu's eyes thrust: "There are a total of 64 entrances and exits in the secret passage here. They have already finished all of them. The few useless things in front have obviously started to talk nonsense. I'm sorry I'm stupid and I don't know what Marshal Gu's intention is."

"It's insurance, it's not intent," Gu Yun smiled, "What if there is no fish that has been leaked out? Why? Do you want to persuade me to save some chopping? Anyway, you have too many people, don't worry, you can't cut it all."

Jingxu: "..."

Gu Yun: "Since they are the er of you, I guess you know something else, so why not say something I have never heard of?"

Jingxu gritted his teeth tightly, thinking of Fu Zhicheng, the culprit who caused all this, and even more wished that he could peel off the man and cramp the cramps. He gritted his teeth and said, "If I tell you about Fu Zhicheng's smuggling Zi Liujin's rebellion, will the Grand Marshal be interested in listening?"

The cold smile on Gu Yun's face gradually disappeared: "If I don't know this, how could I guess that you would come to the southwest baggage office to deliver vegetables? I'll give you another chance and say something I don't know."

The black iron wind-cutting blade stood in Jingxu's ears. With a slight movement, he could feel the inhumane nature of the cold iron. He also knew that just a wisp of thin steam would cut off his head like a melon and vegetables. Gu Yun was cruel and ruthless, and he would not get in. His big head would roll to the ground like all mediocre people, covered in dust, without any special features.

Jingxu: "What do you want to know?"

Gu Yun waved his hand, and the Wind Cutting Blade was a few inches away from Jingxu: "I want to know who the person who was connected with you after Nanyang Ziliujin entered the country, let you store the Ziliujin privately, who was the person who hoarded the military armor, let you give you advice, let you use those kites to confuse me, and who was the person who took the opportunity to occupy the southwest baggage area?"

Jingxu gritted his teeth tightly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have sacrificed my life to protect that person," Gu Yun suddenly stepped forward and lowered his voice, "Look at the secret passages at the sixty-four exits behind you, Taoist priest, you said that you, when you have nothing to do, you can't dig in, even if the gods of Daluo come, you can't dig three feet to dig out... Who encouraged you to gather the power of the three mountains together so that we can catch them all in one go, huh?"

Gu Yun is a master who is distorted by black and white. He has three specialties in his life: being able to type well and being fooled - the things that are gone in his mouth look real, not to mention that when he thinks about it carefully, what he says is not at all, and he sweats a cold sweat.

He spent more time here to examine the bandit er than Chang Geng found someone. Soon, Chang Geng brought people back, but he was stopped by the soldiers of Xuantie Camp with great dedication. The young soldier honestly said to Chang Geng: "Your Highness, the general, let you have a rest here first."

Chang Geng was not very surprised. He heard this and waited honestly without asking a word.

Although Chang Geng has not seen Gu Yun with his own eyes in recent years, he has followed General Zhong to study every battle that Gu Yun fought, studied every change in his opinion from his previous dynasty to his present day, and even his handwriting - Chang Geng, if he went to Gu Yun's study and took out an old copybook, he could probably tell how old it was written by Gu Yun.

This is far better than mingling with Gu Yun all day long, listening to him betray him "Northwest Yizhihua".

Gu Yun's slightly hesitant eyes swept over, and Chang Geng knew that he wanted to force confession and did not want him to see it. To this day, Gu Yun still instinctively maintained his precarious "father image" in front of Chang Geng.

Chang Geng had no objection to this, and he cherished the unproclaimed love of his adopted father.

Two people followed by Changgeng, Ge Pangxiao and Cao Niangzi who came back to the town to go to Beijing with him - now they are Ge Chen and Cao Chunhua.

Ge Chen was a likable little fat man when he was a teenager. Now that he has grown up, he can't be fat anymore. He looks tall and strong. Just looking at this slat, he can be called a "burly man". Unfortunately, the head on his shoulders seems to be wrong, with a white and tender little round face on it, and there are two small pieces of trembling skin and tender flesh on his cheeks. It is like water tofu and wraps his little nose, mouth and eyes, and a simple and harmless feeling is revealed in all the orifices.

Cao Chunhua's changes even more. No matter what he was thinking in his heart, he couldn't help but pull out the skeleton of an adult man. It was hard to have the seamless male and female he was as young as he was. He had to admit that he was really a stinky man. He changed back to men's clothing, but he decided to make Daming "Cao Chunhua" - except himself, probably no one can tell where "Chunhua" is better than "Miss".

"Why don't you let me go?" Cao Chunhua asked with her neck stretched out, "I haven't seen my marquis for several years, and I've been thinking about it for the first few days."

Chang Geng glanced at him obscurely and silently wrote a note to Cao Chunhua. After he saved up fifty idiot words such as "My Marquis" from then on, he would make trouble and beat this guy up.

Cao Chunhua asked herself ignorantly, "By the way, brother, if you go back to Beijing this time, you will be awarded the title of king and inherited the title? I heard that the late emperor had prepared the Yanbei Palace a long time ago. So will you move over or live in the Hou Mansion in the future?"

Chang Geng was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly, "It depends on whether the marquis wants me."

Looking back now, Chang Geng can no longer remember where the courage to leave the Hou Mansion a few years ago came from. If he didn't see him, he encountered Gu Yun unexpectedly this time. He felt like he had encountered a fate on the spot. He could no longer accumulate the cruelty of the past even if he was beaten to death.

Chen Qingxu called him "calm and have fewer delusions". Although it had a certain effect on restraining the attack of Ur bones, people's joys, angers, sorrows and happiness were connected. If they restrain resentment and anger, joy naturally became almost invisible. Over time, people would be like a grass that would not see the sunshine - although they were alive and not dead, the green leaves were almost white.

Chang Geng thought he was about to become a Buddha.

Until I see Gu Yun again.

Although he didn't say that he was working hard to drive with Gu Yun, and he was either dealing with the rebels or bandits all day, Chang Geng was always filled with unreasonable happiness for no reason - it seemed that when he opened his eyes early in the morning, he knew that something good was going to happen on that day was full of vitality, expectation and eager happiness.

Even though he knew nothing good, Urgu still visited him every day as he dreamed.

If he was named king, would Gu Yun keep him?

I thought rationally that Gu Yun would definitely stay, and the Hou Mansion would at least be willing to take him in to formally start a family. If he had not been married, he might have been able to keep his face on his face. This idea was so beautiful. Chang Geng had to destroy the power of the ox and the tiger and did not bring out his uncontrollable silly smile.

They waited for about two minutes, and waited for Gu Yun.

The secret passages in the mountains are like huge spider webs, connected in all directions, and Gu Yun cut off more than 40 heads in total, eliminating some nonsense that scared and cried, and finally found 64 secret passages entrances and exits.

After hearing this, Ge Chen was shocked: "What? We two have been savages in the mountains for more than half a year and have only found more than 30 entrances and exits. Why did the Marquis examine more than 60 as soon as he came!"

"If it weren't for the bottom you touched, I wouldn't be able to stop them, let alone make a review." Gu Yun glanced at Ge Chen, suppressed for a moment, and couldn't help it. He waved to him, "Come here."

Ge Chen thought the commander had something important to give, so he hurriedly approached, but he was still serious just now, suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched his face.

Gu Yun had long wanted to do this, but his hand was already terminally ill. When he saw something with his hands, he couldn't help but want to pinch it.

"It's so fun." Gu Yun pinched it for a while, thinking, "How did it grow?"

Ge Chen: "..."

Cao Chunhua's tiger eyes were filled with affection, and she was so envious that she wanted to see her eyes. She whispered: "Mr. Marquis is kind to each other, why don't he pinch my face?"

He didn't dare to say this in front of Gu Yun, so only Chang Geng heard it. Chang Geng thought: "Okay, forty-eight times."

Cao Chunhua shivered for no reason and looked around for a moment. She suddenly felt an ominous premonition when she was approaching danger.

Gu Yun followed Jingxu's confession and drew out the secret passage drawings of this mountain area, and then ordered people to smoke the smoke along the entrance and exit of the secret passage. After three days, they smoked the mountains into a chimney. The bats, rats, poisonous insects and other things that were living inside were all dragging their families to run out, but they never saw the person Gu Yun wanted to catch.

Several soldiers volunteered to pull up the rope and drill into the secret passage. They searched from the sunrise in the secret passages at the sixty-four entrances and exits until the night fell. They didn't even find a single hair, but only carried out the sand table mentioned by Jingxu.

On the fourth day, they came down to report that they checked Kuai Lantu and found a suspicious person - a guest minister who was raised by Kuai Lantu, named Wang Bufan. When they heard it, they felt that he was a pseudonym.

This guest official didn't usually come out to meet others, but several of Kuai Lantu's confidants knew that Kuai Lantu highly praised this person and trusted him very much. He made a special yard for him in the mansion and sent a confidant servant and a beautiful maid to serve him.

Gu Yun: "Where is this 'unordinary' now?"

The subordinate replied, "I ran away, and the servants in his yard were poisoned to death without knowing it. When the mansion found it, the bones were cold."

"Master General," at this time, another cavalry came over to report, "We went to check the hiding points of the purple and gold transported by Jingxu. The building was empty, and there was not even a piece of paper left."

Gu Yun turned the old Buddhist beads in his hand silently, the mysterious guest beside Kuai Lantu, the "Mr. Ya" in Jingxu's mouth... Everything seemed to be accidental, but Gu Yun had an indescribable intuition, and he always felt that the conspiracy involved was very big.

These people who secretly stirred up the current situation in southern Xinjiang appeared without knowing each other, and then disappeared without a trace, their identity became a mystery, and their purpose became a mystery.

It seemed like an enemy, but it seemed that he helped him cut the mess and dealt with this large group of people.

Gu Yun was a little confused. Whether he had disrupted other people's situation or had just gotten into other people's situation.

The person Gu Yun was looking for was in a small cargo ship with a not-stunning appearance on the Nanyang Sea.

Mr. Ya has changed back to the complex Western clothing and looked down at a map. The vast mountains and rivers of Daliang are all in this small [520     www.biquge520.xyz] small pamper skin drawings. He picked up the red pen in the cinnabar and drew a small red circle in a piece of southern Xinjiang.

Together with this, there are already three red circles on the old map, and the other two are in the northern border and the east sea respectively.

"Mr. Ya" stalked the tip of the pen on the map for a while, and finally landed at the entrance of the ancient Silk Road in the west.

"To this day, our bureau has been laid out." Mr. Ya smiled, "There is a left, just light it and you can 'boom'-"

Wang Bufan, who looked like a Central Plains man, continued: "Burn a fire in the Central Plains."

The two looked at each other and smiled, each raised their wine glasses, and touched them crisply.

Such a big incident happened in southern Xinjiang, so the emperor in the court was naturally furious and urged Gu Yun to quickly escort the bandit er and the verdict back to Beijing.

Gu Yun had no choice but to temporarily put down his doubts and set out to head north.

However, when he remembered that his precious godson was finally willing to go back with him, the Marquis's mansion was about to be lively again, he was looking forward to "returning to Beijing".

"He has attracted a lot of people when he grows up," Gu Yun said to Shen Yi secretly with great comfort. "I'm a little uncomfortable with it when I suddenly become so sensible."

"Suspicious." Shen Yi commented concisely, and then got his whip as he wished.
To be continued...