Two heads fell to the ground.

From a distance, Chen Ji saw that the wine shop had become dripping with blood, and the originally noisy street suddenly became silent.

Mr. Feng was sitting calmly on the horse in a green shirt. Not a drop of blood was spattered on his body, but he was covered in the smell of blood. The people who like killing most in this world are never martial artists, but scholars.

The lights in the restaurant shone on the portraits, and Chen Ji suddenly realized that each one was of him. With just a few strokes, he was vividly sketched with distinct characteristics.

It turned out that he was the one the Liu family wanted to kill from the beginning.

Why?

It seems that the things he did for the Secret Intelligence Service were leaked out, and the Liu family wanted to take action on him.

Chen Ji turned around and retreated into the distance, preparing to take the prince and Bai Li away, but he gradually slowed down.

There are probably thousands of soldiers in this small town. If the other party searches all over the mountains and plains, Zhang Xia and Bai Li, the Crown Prince, will not be able to run far after all.

He turned his head and glanced in the direction where the prince and others were hiding. It was too far away, and he could only vaguely see the blast furnace chimney erected in the ironmaking workshop in the night.

The firelight in the wine shop and the shouts of the soldiers gathered around him.

The next moment, Chen Ji came back to his senses and walked in the opposite direction.

I don't know how far I walked, but I came to a small noodle shop and waved to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, here's a bowl of noodles."

The shopkeeper who was wiping the table put a towel on his arm and asked with a smile: "What kind of noodles does your guest eat?"

Chen Ji found the wooden table at the door and sat down: "Any noodles, as long as they are hot!"

"Okay!"

After a while, the shopkeeper brought a bowl of fat sausage noodles and placed it in front of Chen Ji.

There were sounds of fighting and chaos outside the door, and the soldiers in the noodle shop didn't even look outside, letting the soldiers run past the door.

He didn't mind it being too hot, so he picked up the chopsticks and rolled up the dough and sucked it into his mouth.

After taking the first bite, Chen Ji let out a long sigh of relief: "It's delicious!"

After a day on the run, being able to eat a mouthful of hot sausage noodles is simply one of the happiest moments in life. After one bite of noodles, it feels like your body is boiling hot.

Chen Jisan finished the noodles in two mouthfuls and glanced at the red soup in the bowl with some nostalgia. He really wanted to finish the soup, but if he finished it, he wouldn't be able to run away.

He sighed: "What a pity."

The shopkeeper was puzzled: "Sir, what's the pity?"

"It's nothing," Chen Ji said with a grin. He threw a broken piece of silver on the table: "Shopkeeper, I'll give you face money."

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then calmly put the money into his sleeve: "Sir, the pasta in this shop is cheap. You gave me too much money. I'll go next door to change you some copper coins."

Chen Ji smiled and waved his hand: "Go ahead, go ahead."

When the shopkeeper went out, he took another look at the noodle soup, then got up and walked along the cinder road to the camp fence in the northeast, walking faster and faster until he finally started running.

The shopkeeper led several military men back to the noodle shop: "Senior military men, that young man is still waiting for change in my shop... Hey, where is the person?"

A military man cursed and kicked the shopkeeper over: "How dare you play tricks on me?"

The shopkeeper said hurriedly: "I was here just now, I must not have gone far!"

After that, he started looking around and saw Chen Ji's figure lightly jumping over the wooden fence: "There!"

The soldiers turned around and saw the traces running into the deep mountains and old forests. They suddenly shouted loudly: "Found it, over here! Chase!"

More and more soldiers and horses gathered to the northeast and pursued them along the well-traveled escape route, like locusts crossing the border, covering the sky and covering the sky.

In the mountain forest under the moonlight, the dry and bare woods could not hide anyone. Hundreds of soldiers rushed in, but no trace of them could be found.

A soldier stepped on the soft rotten leaves, drew out his sword, and searched forward vigilantly.

However, just when the soldier turned his head and looked to the left, Chen Ji suddenly appeared from behind the tree trunk on the right and wiped the soldier's neck cleanly with a knife.

The blade of the knife lightly cut across the artery in the neck, as lightly as a gust of cold wind caressing me.

When the military man covered his neck and looked back, the traces had passed him by and disappeared behind another tree trunk.

When others found him, blood was gurgling from his fingers. He only had time to point to the tree trunk where he was hiding, and then he fell unwillingly on the rotten leaves.

"Over here!" the two military men shouted, while moving towards the tree trunk to flank it.

The two of them looked at each other, then jumped forward together, and slashed out with two long knives crossed like scissors.

Dang!

Dang!

Two long knives struck the tree trunk, making a dull sound. The two of them took a closer look, where was there anyone behind the tree trunk?

wrong!

Their eyes were dazzled when they saw Chen Ji leaping down from the tree, gently tiptoeing on the two men's swords stuck in the trunk of the tree and squatting down.

The two soldiers raised their heads in shock, staring intently at the traces on their swords. A gust of wind blew through the mountains, rubbing against the rotten leaves accumulated on the ground.

The traces in their eyes were staring back at them. There was no emotion in their eyes, only cold calculation remained: "Open your mouth and ask for help."

The two soldiers' hair stood on end immediately, a chill rising from their tailbones to their scalps!

"Come here! He's here!"

"Someone is coming!"

The two soldiers released their sword handles and stepped back, but before their raised feet were completely off the ground, Chen Yi casually swiped the sword, leaving a line of blood on their necks.

With another leap, Chen Ji stepped on the blade stuck on the tree trunk and passed over the two of them, disappearing into the woods without looking back.

These two calls for help finally alerted everyone. Hundreds of soldiers stepped on the gray rotten leaves and ran towards the traces of the back.

But the strange thing is that they can clearly see the traces of Chen Yu, but they can't catch up with them.

There seemed to always be a fixed distance between them, neither close nor far. Every time the soldiers thought they were about to chase them, the traces of their backs would gradually become clearer.

The next moment, after climbing to the top of the hill, the trail that was about to cross the hill suddenly stopped for a moment.

He turned back and took a deep look at Junzhen behind him, then set off again and disappeared behind the mountain.

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…

In the military town, Mr. Feng led dozens of black-clad entourages to the noodle shop. He jumped off his horse lightly, walked into the noodle shop with his clothes in hand, and sat down at the table where Chen Ji had been sitting before. The bowl that Chen Ji had eaten was all empty.

Not collected yet.

He smiled and said to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, the bowl of noodles must be exactly the same as that of the young man before."

The shopkeeper carefully cooked a bowl of fat sausage noodles and brought it to him. After taking one bite, Mr. Feng praised loudly: "It's delicious! Did that young man praise it before?"

The shopkeeper whispered: "Praise...praise."

Mr. Feng ate all the noodles. A black-clothed waiter handed him a white silk handkerchief. He wiped his mouth, threw the handkerchief on the ground, and then looked at the stained bowl.

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Feng put his bowl and Chen Ji's bowl together to compare, and then picked up Chen Ji's bowl and took a sip of soup: "The taste is the same... A person can endure hunger and escape for a day.

Can you drink this mouthful of hot noodle soup?"

Mr. Feng said to himself: "How could a thoughtful person miss something as trivial as a wooden chip?"

After that, he got up and went out.

A follower in black asked: "Mr. Feng, shall we pursue him?"

Mr. Feng got on his horse and laughed loudly and said: "That young man deliberately exposed a loophole here. He probably wanted to cover up the whereabouts of the prince and the princess, and sent people to continue searching the military town. The prince and the princess should still be here."

The follower in black asked: "Then do you still want to chase this young man?"

Mr. Feng rode his horse in the direction of Chen Ji's escape: "Chase, why not chase? I'm still waiting to bury his head with the second master. He is the most important prey."
Chapter completed!