Master Qiansui said: "The point is very accurate and the strength is not stable. It should be the work of famous artists when they were young. Pi Xiuyi?"

He Gufeng's breath was slightly anxious.

Qiansui looked at him and sighed slowly. He sighed a lot, and this one was the heaviest: "Actually, you know very well. Once the Yunqu Building is triggered, it will be locked completely. You can't enter or leave, but there is only one exit, which is the one you sent people to guard day and night. Over the years, the door has not been opened. The air inside will become thinner and thinner, and there is not enough food, so people can't stand it."

He Gufeng's face was pale and gloomy, just like the sky before the storm.

The corners of the Thousand-Sui Shinsei's lips raised slightly, and his smile was filled with a bit of malice and mockery: "He would rather die than see you again."

He Gufeng set out his sword.

No one saw clearly where his sword came from, and even the Qiansui Master who had been staring at him had not seen clearly. When he saw the sword, the tip of the sword was already in front of his chest, as if he would pierce his chest as long as he moved a little further.

However, this little bit is as far away as thousands of mountains and rivers.

He Gufeng stared at the head of the horse that suddenly appeared on Qiansui's chest, his eyes flushed.

The Qiansui Master narrowed his eyes, looked at the tip of the sword trembling slightly, pushed away his sword with a smile, jumped off the branch, and walked out with a sensible sensation.

When he walked to the door, He Gufeng suddenly said, "Stay something."

The Qiansui Master raised his eyebrows, picked up his horse's head with his thumb and middle finger, looked at it, and threw it back.

He Gufeng caught it with one hand, the tip of the sword slowly drooped, and hit the ground with a "ding" sound.

When Qiansui Ye walked out of the yard, the smile in his eyes faded away, leaving behind a vast and deep darkness like the night sky.

A figure walked out of the darkness: "Don't kill him?"

The Qiansui Master said: "His martial arts realm has been broken, and it is difficult to reach the peak of martial arts anymore. A martial arts man who has lost his heart will be boring to kill."

The man said, "All things in the southwest are over, I want to return to the palace to report my life."

Master Qiansui chuckled.

The man looked horrified.

Qiansui said gloomyly: "Shen Zhenghe is even more useless than I imagined. After so long in Beijing, he not only did not restrain Fang Hengxie, but also allowed him to free his hands to make trouble in the southwest. After you return to Beijing, you will push him again."

The man said, "Shen Zhenghe has joined forces with Qu Kangyun and forced Fang Hengxi to the point of desperate situation."

The Qiansui Master lowered his head and played with the buckle on the belt that was tied with his robe: "If so, check if Fang Hengxie is still in Tianji Mansion."

"Bo Zhongyong and Hou Changping have been there before..." He suddenly closed his mouth and whispered, "Xi Tingyun?"

Master Qiansui held the knot and smiled, his eyes smiling: "He is in the southwest."

After Gao Miao and Mu Zhenliu and others escaped, they saw that there were no pursuers, so they wanted to change the route north. Mu Zhenliu stopped his horse: "I want to go to Beijing."

Gao Miao said: "There are too many ambushes on the northeast road, so we go around from the north."

Mu Zhengliu said, "They want to kill me, and even if they go south, they will still catch up."

Gao Miao suddenly grabbed his arm.

Mu Zhengliu was shocked and the horse let go, and Gao Miao quickly let go.

Gao Miao said apologetically: "I am worried about you."

Mu Zhengliu said: "Let's divide our troops into two groups and take good care of Miss Hu for me."

Hu Qiushui was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he stared at him and said, "Do you dare to throw me off?"

Mu Zhengliu whispered: "Follow them, you'll be safer."

Hu Qiushui glanced at Gao Miao and said, "He is your friend, not my friend."

Her volume was not light, and Gao Miao and Shutong could hear it clearly.

Mu Zhengliu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Gao Miao looked at him helplessly and said, "Shushi, to be honest, you insist on going northeast, are you waiting for that person?"

Mu Zhengliu's eyes flashed for a moment and she said softly: "Brother Guangfu, can you use one step to speak?"

Shutong's eyes swept over coldly. The so-called "learning a step to speak" obviously excluded him and Hu Qiushui.

Hu Qiushui was eating the bodyguard business. She was used to this kind of thing, but she didn't react much. In fact, she was so distressed that she didn't react much to other things.

Gao Miao looked at him meaningfully, smiled docilely, and rode his horse to the other side of the mountain road.

Shutong's eyes stared at the backs of the two, as if he was calculating the distance from the sudden attack.

Hu Qiushui said: "You don't have to worry. Master Mu, even if he has great martial arts skills, can only protect himself." She took a breath and continued slowly, "What's more, he is just a scholar who can't take on his shoulders and cannot lift his hands."

Shutong said: "Military skills are not necessary for murder."

Hu Qiushui said: "It is also a way to die if you scare yourself."

Gao Miao and Mu Zhenliu talked for a while, and Mu Zhenliu suddenly rode his horse forward and quickly disappeared on the horizon. Gao Miao turned his horse's head and came back with great worries.

Hu Qiushui smiled bitterly and said, "He is determined to go on the road alone."

Gao Miao said: "Miss Hu, don't worry, Shushi entrusts you to me. Even if I am broken into pieces, I will definitely protect you to arrive in the capital safely."

"I appreciate the kindness of Mr. Gao. However," Hu Qiushui shook his whip, "Zhenyuan Escort Agency did not leave the employer's survival."

The incident of General Mu Zhengliu's Weapon Bureau, Tang Chizhou and others secretly transporting weapons to the northwest told Gao Miao, and the whereabouts of the account book and the copy. Although he gave Tang Chizhou the account book, every word in it was deeply engraved in his mind. Just in case, he left a copy in Pingbo City. Once he had an accident, Gao Miao could still send the copy to the capital.

This is a battle that goes one after another.

At this moment, Mu Zhenliu thought of the old commander, Zhu Wanzhi and Sang Nanxi, himself, Gao Miao.

Some of them fell down and some moved forward.

In any case, as long as one breaks through, you will win.

Mu Zhengliu clamped the horse's belly and prompted the horse to move quickly. He didn't know that Hu Qiushui followed him, nor did he know that she had a broken way and finally stopped because of her lack of energy. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, and only one thought dared to have one thought-

Go to Beijing.

The drizzle was drizzling, and the resentment was lingering. The wind blowing into the neck was not cool at all, but it only made the sticky sweat more and more sticky.

Mu Zhengliu turned over and dismounted.

The journey day and night made him almost unable to close his legs. He stood there with his horse and slowly raised his foot to walk towards the food dormitory on the side of the road. The moment he entered the door, a firm voice suddenly sounded in his mind-

"Just leave first, stop when you are hungry, and I will have dinner with you."

He walked for a long time and stopped many times.

The person who said he wanted to have dinner with him never showed up.

Whenever he stopped, this thought would flash in his mind. Over time, he stopped less and less, and he rushed over longer and became more and more tired, but his memory became clearer and clearer.

Reason makes him focus on his mind and concentrate on his journey, but his mind cannot be controlled by reason.

Mu Zhengliu lowered his head, slowly wiped away the rain from his face with his fingers, and stepped into the food lane.

There were people sitting in the food dormitory.

Different dresses, different ages, and different looks.

But in Mu Zhengliu's eyes, they are all exactly the same people. Just like in the eyes of sheep, all wolves are enemies.

Mu Zhenliu looked back and looked.

The two of them stood where he had been standing, one holding his horse and the other staring at him with a knife.

This time, there will probably be no one to jump out to save him.

Mu Zhengliu thought about this, but still couldn't help but look at the way, and then saw an umbrella. It was really a very beautiful umbrella, all white, and under such a gloomy sky, it seemed to emit fluorescent light.

The face of the person holding an umbrella is hidden under the umbrella. Even so, his walking posture makes people unable to see it.

Behind him was a man, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a double sword on his waist.

The people in the food dormitory became turbulent.

Mu Zhengliu subconsciously withdrew from the food lane, stood behind him, and the man holding the knife suddenly pulled out the knife and rushed straight towards him.

Mu Zhengliu blinked his eyes.

At the moment of life and death, he didn't want to blink, but the water beads suddenly flew around him so that he couldn't open his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, there was an umbrella in front of him, and he was alone.

"Do you know who we are? How dare you care about the affairs of the Thirteen Heroes of the Dark Clouds?" People in the food dormitory rushed out and surrounded them, shouting with a harsh and cowardly look on their faces.

The man who was walking with the umbrella stood outside the circle, far away, as if watching a show.

Mu Zhengliu poked his head out from behind the umbrella. The knife-holder had already fallen to the ground. A broken arm was still holding the knife in his hand, shaking not far away in front of him. Blood seeped out from both places and slowly gathered along the concave stone ground to one place, flowing to the shoes of the umbrella-holder.

The white cloth shoes were dyed scarlet, which was particularly dazzling.

The umbrella moved, covering Mu Zhengliu's head. The person under the umbrella finally turned around—

The beautiful face made this annoying rain lively.

But Mu Zhengliu's heart stopped in an instant.

"Mr. Mu, I was frightened." He smiled, Wen Ya was still friendly.

After experiencing the most thrilling and terrifying things, Mu Zhenliu was not surprised to see the waves and completely calmed down: "Long time no see Master Fang."

Fang Heng turned around, looked at the shocked and suspicious Dark Cloud Thirteen Heroes, and said gently: "Please ask the seller to save face." When he said the last word, no one who had originally surrounded them had run away, and the one with a broken wrist ran the fastest, not as if he was seriously injured at all.

Mu Zhenliu said: "Thank you, Master Fang, for help."

Fang Heng looked up at the rain: "I'm afraid this rain will stop for a while, so why don't we go in and sit down."

At this point, Mu Zhenliu felt that he had no right to refuse and entered the house gentlely.

Fang Hengxie was about to take a step to follow, when he saw the general of heaven coming over quietly and said quietly: "He is the one the prince wants to kill."

Fang Heng nodded and said, "I know."

The general said, "He holds the account book of the Military Weapon Bureau in his hand."

Fang Heng said with a slanting: "I know."

The general narrowed his eyes and said, "I know I want to save him?"
Chapter completed!