"You let me down, I can't leave those people alone!" Suddenly, Huo Qingtong said.
Murong Fu paused for a moment, "They were poisoned by Shixiang Ruanjin Powder. After such a long time, they must have been killed!"
"No!" Huo Qingtong's voice suddenly became louder, and he said resolutely: "They are not all poisoned. If I leave them like this, how can I survive!"
Murong Fu suddenly felt a headache, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, how could you not be poisoned?"
"I..." Huo Qingtong was slightly shy, "I didn't have lunch!"
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, he didn't even have lunch, why was he still shy? Smelling the faint fragrance on her body, he suddenly came to his senses and laughed, "It's really hard for you, with a group of big men.
It’s inconvenient to live and eat together!”
"What nonsense are you talking about? Why are we living together!" Huo Qingtong was slightly annoyed, reaching out and pinching Murong Fu's shoulder, "Hurry up and put me down!"
"I'm afraid of you!" Murong Fu sighed, turned around, and ran back.
Not long after, they arrived at the place where they had been ambushed earlier, and saw corpses all over the ground, all of them soldiers from the Hui tribe, their bodies almost shot into hedgehogs.
Huo Qingtong's beautiful eyes turned red immediately, mist filled the air, and his hands tightly squeezed the soft flesh of Murong Fu's neck.
Murong Fu grinned in pain, and wanted to scold her, but when he saw her miserable look, he couldn't help but feel soft in his heart, and the words that came to his lips became: "Cry if you want, I will lend you my shoulders, sir."
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"Go, who is going to cry?" Huo Qingtong was about to cry when he said this, but he forced himself to hold back, and then pointed to the distance, "There is a mountain col, and there are Mongolian soldiers staying there.
Go check it out!”
Murong Fu listened carefully for a moment, and sure enough, there was a faint sound of "bang bang bang bang bang" coming from him. He immediately moved his body and jumped over without saying a word.
When we arrived at Deshan Col, we saw dozens of Hui soldiers fighting hand to hand with Mongolian soldiers.
The clothes of these returning soldiers were all dyed red, and some of them had a few arrows stuck in their backs, but they were still fearless and guarded the entrance of the mountain col.
The Mongolian soldiers seemed to be frightened by their momentum. They fought and retreated, not daring to attack forcefully.
Huo Qingtong suddenly let out a sweet cry, clamped his legs together, then kicked Murong Fu on the waist, and jumped through the air.
"Well, Huo Qingtong, you are the first woman who dares to ride me as a horse!" Murong Fu was stunned for a long time, and then he murmured angrily and funny: "Huh, sooner or later I will ride back!"
Then he swayed and joined the fight.
Although he did not have a weapon in his hand, Murong Fu wielded the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in one hand and the Six-Mein Divine Sword in one hand, which was extremely sharp, just like chopping melons and vegetables, killing the Mongolian soldiers with fear.
Huo Qingtong was far worse, but when the dozens of returning soldiers saw Huo Qingtong, their morale increased greatly and they became extremely ferocious. In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred Mongolian soldiers had been killed, and there were more than a hundred more
Mingzi just ran away.
"Well, I don't have time to catch up with you now. The pursuers will probably come back soon!" Murong Fu urged slightly impatiently when he saw the returning soldiers chatting with Huo Qingtong.
Huo Qingtong turned around and rolled his eyes at Murong Fu, then called on everyone to support each other and walk in the opposite direction.
In fact, they didn't know that the two elders Xuan Ming were even more afraid of Murong Fu leaving and returning. As early as Murong Fu left, they hurriedly led a large army back home without even having time to get the looted supplies.
The group walked for more than twenty miles, and finally many soldiers could no longer hold on. Huo Qingtong then ordered repairs and treatment on the spot.
Murong Fu sat alone in an open space, looking to the east in the distance, "I wonder how the Murong family is doing? Those girls are probably crazy with anxiety!"
What worries Murong Fu the most now is that girl Murong Xue. With her extreme character, if she knew about her death, I am afraid that in addition to the Ming Cult, she would also vent her anger on the six sects, and even the four Lianxing girls would be implicated.
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"I hope she won't cause any trouble!" Murong Fu sighed slightly, thinking about how to spread the news that he was still alive.
"I have to thank Mr. Murong for what happened today. This little girl has no way of repaying you." At this time, Huo Qingtong came to Murong Fu's back, bowed Yingying and said.
Murong Fu shook his head gently, "No, you will be rewarded!"
Huo Qingtong was stunned for a moment. Although she sincerely thanked Murong Fu, she did not expect that Murong Fu would be so rude, so she had to take advantage of the situation and said: "Young Master, I have orders, but I can do anything I want!"
After a pause, Murong Fu quickly added, "As long as the little girl is not allowed to do anything that goes against her conscience and chivalry!"
Murong Fu was secretly amused in his heart, but he said with a deep look on his face: "The hero saves the beauty, it is an ancient and eternal love story, and most heroines will give their lives to each other!"
"Ah", Huo Qingtong opened his mouth slightly and looked at Murong Fu with a surprised look. Then he "twitched", his pretty face flushed, he stamped his little feet, turned around and walked away, "I won't tell you anymore!"
"Haha, joking, joking, Miss Huo, don't take it seriously!" Murong Fu smiled sarcastically.
"Humph!" Huo Qingtong snorted. Although he stopped, he still had no intention of looking good to Murong Fu.
Murong Fu rolled his eyes and said with a hint of flattery: "Since I met the girl, I have always been generous, generous and manly. I thought that the girl would not take it to heart because of a little joke, but I didn't expect that Huo
The girl also has such a childish attitude."
"Bah!" Huo Qingtong spat, "Master, please be careful what you say, this is no small joke!" After saying this, his tone and face became serious.
"Yes, yes, you are right!" Murong Fu nodded casually and turned to other topics, "I wonder if Miss Huo is interested in going to the Central Plains?"
"Central Plains?" Huo Qingtong was slightly startled, a flash of light flashed deep in his eyes, and then he dimmed again, "No matter how good the Central Plains is, it can't compare to my hometown!"
Murong Fu curled his lips, but he noticed the change in Huo Qingtong's expression just now, and was secretly happy in his heart. He felt that this matter had great potential, and asked tentatively: "You don't want to go and see and play? My hometown is of course important, but you have to play enough
You can still come back!"
Huo Qingtong shook his head, "I can't live without Huibu, and Huibu can't live without me!"
"That's not necessarily true!" Murong Fu blurted out.
Huo Qingtong ignored him and said to himself: "Now the Mongols are pressing too hard and Huibu is in dire straits. It is absolutely impossible for me to leave Huibu."
Murong Fu suddenly felt cold in his heart, and still asked with some persistence: "Suppose, I mean what if, you fall in love with a man from the Central Plains, who is highly skilled in martial arts and handsome, and you love him to death,
Are you willing to drop everything and go back to the Central Plains with him?"
Huo Qingtong was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Murong Fu with strange eyes. He didn't look away until he saw his face turned slightly red, and asked Youyou, "You're not talking about yourself, are you?"
Murong Fu shook his head like a rattle and waved his hands, "No, no, how could it be me? I mean what if!"
"Huh! It's best not!" Huo Qingtong suddenly became a little irritable, snorted coldly, then turned and left.
"Hey, you haven't told me yet whether you want to go to the Central Plains with me or not?"
Huo Qingtong paused for a moment, then left without looking back.
"Why are you so arrogant? The young master has invested so much money this time. I will kidnap you away!" Murong Fu muttered angrily. He was very worried about Zhongyuan's affairs, but he only stayed here because of Huo Qingtong. If this happened in the end,
How could he bear it when the basket was empty-handed?
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed and Murong Fu and his party had arrived at the center of the Hui tribe.
Looking at a yellow stone city in the distance, Huo Qingtong breathed a sigh of relief. Although this trip was quite unsatisfactory, especially as there were only fifty or sixty people left among the more than three hundred elites, the material delivery was finally completed.
It turned out that Huo Qingtong sent someone to sneak back quietly that day. He originally wanted to collect the corpses of his clan members, but he did not expect to get an unexpected surprise. The supplies he had escorted were still there.
In addition to being happy, Huo Qingtong's gratitude to Murong Fu deepened, and occasionally her eyes would show something strange when she looked at him.
Later, the group carried the supplies and traveled day and night, finally safely distributing the supplies to the small tribes in the border area.
"Hey, you actually have a city?" Murong Fu looked at the stone city. Although it was very crudely built and not large in scale, not as big as a medium-sized town in the Central Plains, it was still a miracle for the nomads.
It's over.
Huo Qingtong rolled his eyes at him angrily, "What do you think, should I sleep in the open air when I return to my headquarters, using the sky as my quilt and the earth as my bed?"
"Don't you make a living by grazing? I imagine that your house should be mainly made of tents."
"Nomadic?" Huo Qingtong murmured, and then sighed, "That is a thing of the past. Ever since Mongolia occupied the entire prairie, where is the place where I can go back to my homeland to graze!"
Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "Actually, this is quite good."
"Huh?" Huo Qingtong stared.
Murong Fu hurriedly added: "I mean it's good to build a city like this. Look at our Central Plains, there are towns everywhere, which are extremely prosperous. With towns, your tribe will naturally grow faster."
Huo Qingtong turned his eyes and nodded sympathetically, "Indeed, as early as the Tang Dynasty, we sent envoys to the Central Plains to study. Unfortunately, the knowledge of the Han people is extensive and profound, and the people sent only learned
Come back with a little bit of skin."
Murong Fu was slightly stunned. He had never heard of any messengers from the Hui tribe during the Tang Dynasty. Maybe it was because he was not familiar with history. In a flash, he put his doubts behind him and began to look at this stone city carefully.
The city wall is about half a foot high, but five or six feet wide. It is made of earth-yellow stones and looks more like an earthen city.
If such a city wall were placed in the Central Plains, it would have no defensive power at all, because the Central Plains is full of long-range attack weapons, but if it is placed on the grassland where there are mostly cavalry, it can be defended.