MTL - Drunk House-Chapter 568 Shooting (2 more)

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  Chapter 568 Shooting (2 more)

  The King of Southern Chu sat aside, not speaking, watching the two of them put their heads together, studying the topographical map of Southern Chu.

  They didn't seem to want to pull him to come up with an idea at all, and he couldn't help wondering, could it be that he, the king of Nanchu, really looks like a waste? So much so that along the way, the two of them didn't ask him for his opinion, nor his thoughts, or even ask him what cards he has in his hand.

  He waited quietly for the two of them for less than half an hour, only to see that after a long time of study, the two of them made two bitter faces, which made him very relieved.

  Young people, let you disrespect the old people who have eaten more salt than you for twenty years.

  Especially, he, who has eaten salt for twenty years, is still the king of this country.

   "Hey." Zhou Gu sighed, "I always feel that there is no way out."

  Zhang Yundao: "I don't know if the snow in Yuxue Mountain really doesn't melt all year round, and I don't know if it's true that there are frequent avalanches. If we go this way, we should not be found, but will we be buried on the snow mountain by avalanches?"

  He was very worried, "I don't care, but you will be the husband of the king in the future, can't you?"

  Zhou Gu gave him a hard look, "Of course not, even if the two of us can bear it, my father-in-law can't bear it either."

   Mentioning father-in-law, Zhou Gu suddenly turned his head, "Father-in-law, do you have any good plans? This Southern Chu is your country after all."

  The King of Southern Chu snorted through his nostrils, "You finally think of Gu."

   How many days has he not called himself lonely, and now this title is back.

  Zhou Gu looked at him and asked tentatively, "Then what do you think we should do?"

  To tell the truth, he really didn’t expect much from the King of Southern Chu. In fact, in the prince’s files or rumors, his father-in-law is a love brain. For a woman, he has been ignorant for many years until he knows that he has a daughter. Then he cheered up. But it was too late by then. What can he do in five years? It's not as long as the hidden stake that His Highness the Crown Prince planted in Nanchu himself has a long lifespan.

  His eyes were too revealing, the king of Nanchu was so angry that he almost had a heart attack, and said angrily, "Your Majesty, is he worthless in your eyes?"

  Zhou Gu quickly said: "That's impossible, in my heart, you are my father-in-law, and I respect you very much."

  Nan Chu Wang sneered, "What you respect is the marriage letter written by my daughter in your arms, right?"

  Zhou Gu: "..."

   Yes, you guessed it.

   But he couldn't admit it.

  He chuckled, "Father-in-law, the top priority is, we have to hide or leave quickly. If you have a better place or way to go, tell us quickly. We can't stay here any longer. Who knows if the power of the Nangong family has already targeted our area, and those who have drawn a circle are looking for it."

  Nan Chu Wangdao: "I have privately raised 50,000 soldiers and horses in the Valley of the Dead in Xiling. It is five hundred miles from here to Xiling. If we can reach the Valley of the Dead in Xiling before Nangongzheng leads people to find it, we can resolve it."

   "Yeah." Zhou Gu was pleasantly surprised, "Why didn't you say it earlier."

   "You didn't ask me." The King of Nanchu swept away the grievances of the past few days and felt happy in his heart.

  Zhou Gu turned to Zhang Yun and said, "Are you surprised?"

   "It's really unexpected." Zhang Yun replied with a smile.

  The sorrowful clouds on the faces of the two disappeared, and they stood up together, each with one arm, pulled up the king of Nanchu who was sitting on the ground, extinguished the fire in the cave, and said in unison: "Let's go, Xiling."

  As Zhou Gu guessed, the power of the Nangong family received a letter from Feiying.

  Xie Yuan was able to train flying eagles for Su Rong. The Nangong family has been entrenched for hundreds of years, so it is natural to think of raising flying eagles to convey messages. The Nangong family has talents and power, so naturally a lot of flying eagles have also been cultivated.

   Before the three of them stepped out of the deep mountain, Zhou Gu keenly saw the flying eagle in the sky. His complexion changed slightly, and he turned to King Nanchu and said, "Father-in-law, does the Nangong family raise flying eagles?"

   "Uh, yes." King Nan Chu nodded.

  Zhou Gu took a deep breath, and said to Zhang Yun: "This flying eagle must be shot down, otherwise it will be difficult for us to go all the way to Xiling within five hundred miles."

  The Nangong family is out in force, it's not a joke. Zhou Gu doesn't want to confront him head-on now. He was afraid that he would die.

  Zhang Yun pursed his lips, "How do you shoot without an arrow?"

  Zhou Gu immediately asked: "Father-in-law, is there anyone in the hidden guard with arrows?"

  The King of Southern Chu didn't know either, "Ask!"

  The king of Southern Chu summoned the leader of the dark guards. This man was named An Jiu.

  An Jiu nodded silently when he heard Consultant Zhou, "Back to the fourth son, there are bows and arrows, but the eagle flying in the sky is too far away. No one in the dark guards, including the subordinates, can shoot down the eagle."

  Now the eagle is circling in the sky, which really makes people feel threatened.

  Zhou Gu said: "As long as you have an arrow, bring it to me, and I will try it."

   Zhou Gu is actually not sure about such a high altitude distance, but it is better to try than to give up. He has practiced sword since he was a child, and he practiced the hundred-step piercing. At that time, he thought that even if his grandfather forced him to learn literature, maybe one day in the future he would be able to fold his pen and join the army. Therefore, I never gave up practicing eighteen weapons.

  Of course, the best practice is the two-handed sword.

  The dark guard immediately brought the bow and arrow. The bow and arrow were well-made, and Zhou Gu was quite satisfied. He opened his posture, drew the bowstring fully, aimed at the flying eagle hovering in the sky, narrowed his eyes, stared at it, and with a "swish", the bow and arrow went straight up into the air.

   There was a "pop", followed by a scream, and the flying eagle in mid-air lost its balance and fell from mid-air.

  An Jiu was overjoyed, "It hit!"

  Zhang Yun praised, "Brother Zhou is amazing!"

  The King of Southern Chu also praised, "I didn't expect that you still have this ability. You are worthy of being a good son and grandson of the Duke Huguo."

  This good son-in-law is his son-in-law, um, not bad, so don’t be angry with him.

   Zhou Gu bent his lips and smiled, put away the bow and arrow, shook his arms, eased the numbness, and handed the bow and arrow back to An Jiu, "Pick up that eagle and burn it to ashes immediately, let's hurry."

  Anjiu should be.

  Thus, after destroying the corpse of a letter eagle, Zhou Gu, Zhang Yun and the King of Nanchu no longer dared to walk slowly, and immediately hurried on their way.

   An hour after they left, the Nangong family led people to find this forest. After searching all over the mountains and plains, the leader said: "No one."

   "But Xiao Nineteen is gone here." One person said.

  Xiao Nineteen is the name of the eagle.

   "There are traces." Someone came to report, "Under the rocks of that mountain, there are traces of burnt."

  The leader came to the foot of the rock, and sure enough, he saw a burnt mark on the ground. Due to the severe winter and strong wind, there was no ash on the ground, and only dry firewood had burned the ground to blackness.

  The leader's face sank, "Immediately send a message to Mr. Zheng that Xiao Nineteen is missing. There are traces of someone staying here."

   Someone should be.

   Babies, let’s add fuel to the monthly pass, okay?

  

  

  (end of this chapter)