Feng Ji squatted in the grass, and waves of cold sweat emerged from his back, wetting his clothes.

He carefully took off his collar, touched the wound, and breathed a sigh of relief. The leather armor and winter clothes blocked it. The arrow was not shot deep, and only half of the arrow went in. However, he immediately took a breath of air conditioning. He touched a layer of oil on the remaining half of the arrow.

Feng Ji's scalp became numb and his whole body became stiff.

Three steps away, the follower's faint moan came. His feet were pierced by the arrow buried on the ground by Liang Xiao. Needless to think, the arrow must be poisonous.

Feng Ji didn't dare to look up, or even breathe. He didn't know if he shot Liang Xiao. The matter was hasty just now, and he didn't have time to think too much. He just shot an arrow with instinct and was not sure. He didn't even see clearly whether the opponent was Liang Xiao, because the calmness and confidence in the figure were not like a young man who was only fifteen years old and had just practiced archery for half a year.

Could it be Huan Yuan?

When Feng Ji thought of this name, he became even more uneasy. He touched his wound and felt that it was more and more likely. Liang Xiao was already injured and had a lot of blood. It was good that he was not dead. How could he shoot such a confident arrow?

Feng Ji was concentrating and listened attentively. There was the sound of wind, insects, and the moans of followers. There was nothing else.

Feng Ji was even more uneasy. Huan Yuan was a sonic archer, and his ear power was far beyond ordinary people. Although his archery skills were not weaker than Huan Yuan, he had no advantage in such an environment, not to mention that he had already been shot, and the arrow was poisonous.

Liang Xiao should be dead, right? Feng Ji remembered the blood along the way, the shoe soaked in blood, and the broken feather arrow, gritted his teeth, quietly pushed away the weeds, and looked at his followers.

The entourage saw him and made several gestures. Feng Ji responded and signaled the entourage to retreat. The entourage was overjoyed, struggled to sit up, raised his shield, protected his body, and retreated step by step in front of Feng Ji.

The opposite side was silent, so quiet that it was suffocating.

Feng Ji's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. With the cover of his followers, he stood up carefully, held up his bow, and shot three arrows in a row.

The arrows were penetrated into the ground, and the sound was snarling.

Feng Ji frowned slightly, and became more and more uneasy. He was sure that the opponent was nearby. At such a close distance, the possibility of his hit was high. However, the other party had no reaction at all. He did not dodge or avoid, which only showed one problem: he could determine the direction of these three arrows with just ear strength, without evading.

Feng Ji became more and more uneasy. He dared not fall in love with the battle. Under the cover of his followers, he slowly retreated back to the road.

The wound had lost consciousness and the toxicity began to occur. The entourage's injury became even more serious and he could hardly climb onto the horse. Feng Ji helped the entourage onto the horse, and he jumped onto the horse and ran towards Guangling City.

Liang Xiao lay in the grass, motionless.

An arrow shot deep into the soil beside his neck, and it was only one or two inches before it could penetrate his throat. But he couldn't even move and could only lie down like this. Listening to Feng Ji and the others retreated on the way, they rode away again.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and the world was dark.

...

The sound of water came from my ears, like the sound of wind, floating, like a cradle, or like a cloud.

The sound became clearer and clearer, more and more. Gradually, Liang Xiao heard it clearly. The sound of water was the sound of water, but the sound of wind was not the sound of wind, but the breath of two people.

Two people? Liang Xiao was a little surprised. Who would it be? Is it black and white impermanent?

Liang Xiao opened his eyes with difficulty, and then a familiar scream came from his ears. "Xiao'er, Xiao'er, you are awake."

"My mother?" Liang Xiao's eyes gradually became clear, and he recognized my mother's swollen eyes. He turned his head to the other side with difficulty, and saw another familiar face, one with only one eye. "Master?"

Huan Yuan reached out and touched Liang Xiao's forehead. "Well, it's okay, rest well, and you can jump around in half a month."

"Master, why are you here? You saved me?" Liang Xiao rolled his eyes and looked around, and found himself lying in the cabin. Huan Yuan and I were sitting by the bed. Apart from that, there was no space in the cabin. "Where is Niu'er and Rongqing?"

"I'm here." Tu Niu'er's voice came from outside.

"Shut up!" Zhongliqi shouted familiarly, followed by a crisp "pop" sound, and Tu Niuer probably got slapped again.

"Where is Rongqing?"

"She was captured by the Hu family in order to cover me." Liang Mama had red eyes, looked at Huan Yuan, and gave Liang Xiao a wink. "Xiao'er, your master can help us rescue Rong Qing."

"What are you waiting for?" Liang Xiao blurted out.

Huan Yuan did not move. Liang Xiao stopped for a moment and understood. He smiled bitterly and said, "Master, I am like this. Are you still talking to me about conditions? It's not that I don't want to, it's really a dead end. Master, just listen to my advice and don't go all the way to the dark, okay?"

"With wealth and honor in danger, there is no smooth road." Huan Yuan said slowly: "You want to go to Chang'an, do you know that Chao Cuo was beheaded in the Chang'an city and Zhou Yafu starved to death in Chang'an prison?"

"Uh..." Liang Xiao was speechless. He really didn't know how to refute Huan Yuan. Being with the king is like a tiger, and his career is no less dangerous than the battlefield.

"Follow me to Jiangnan, you will have more opportunities."

Liang Xiao was silent for a long time. "If I don't want to, don't you help me save Rongqing?"

"If you refuse to follow me, you and my master and disciple will be in abstained from your own right. Why should I take such a big risk to save a irrelevant person?"

"A Xiao..." Seeing this, Liang Maggie hurriedly held Liang Xiao's hand and winked him.

Liang Xiao shook his head. "Master, just listen to your advice from your disciple. Liu Bi is not worthy of your service, and that prince is even less worthy of it."

Huan Yuan snorted, reached out to pat Liang Xiao's face, and chuckled: "Boy, see you on the battlefield in the future. If you are right, I am willing to give you this head as your last gift."

"Master, I don't want your head, I want you to live well. Master, I want you to serve you for life and serve you for the rest of your life."

Huan Yuan turned his head, remained silent for a moment, stood up, bent his waist, and walked out of the cabin. Liang Xiao endured the huge pain and shouted, "Master, be careful of Feng Ji."

Huan Yuan was stunned for a moment, turned his head, looking puzzled. "Why?"

Liang Xiao gasped for two breaths. "When Feng Ji fought with me, he slandered you many times, and he seemed to have been waiting for you."

Huan Yuan never looked back. The boat shook for a moment, and Tu Niuer shouted: "Master, Master, why are you leaving again? You are leaving, who will beat me up? Master, Master?"

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