The breeze only lasted for a moment, and Yu Wuluo, who was immersed in the internal battle, seemed to have spent an eternity. She struggled to pull herself up, and only her face lifted.
In the eyes that followed, the sword in the distance parted the mist, Xue Menghu was suppressed, and the thunder and wind flew away like an arrow from the mountain.
Yu Wuluo hated herself, and while trembling with fear, she once again burst out with courage, waved her hand, and drew her sword again.
Blood seemed to hit his face, and there was the smell of blood at the end of his nose. That was human blood, that was a life, and the murderous scene reappeared before his eyes.
The timidity spread from her catkins back to her heart. This was her fixed route every time she was timid. She softened her fingers first and then became timid. Her knife stopped motionless at her waist, and she could only moan softly to express her dissatisfaction.
A little tear burst out from the corner of her eyes, and she lowered her face in frustration again, looking at her in a way that was unreasonably lovable.
The eagle howls and shrieks, as if comforting.
Lei Fengqi immediately turned around and looked at her again. When he saw Xiao Yu still looking sad, he became more and more worried about leaving her behind.
Xue Menghu's situation also became worse and worse. He was one against seven, and he was retreating steadily. His footsteps were chaotic and he stumbled to the ground at any time. He used his good body to catch the sword.
Lei Fengqi pursed his lips, straightened his arms, raised his fingers and hooked them.
There was a whistling sound in the night fog, and a short spear came from the sky. Lei Fengqi stretched out his arms to hold it and shouted: "High Mountain!"
Gao Shan, who was fighting with a man with his bare hands, didn't even look back and huddled under the horse's belly.
The short spear connected tightly, and then it reached the side of the mountain. There was a scream, and someone fell off the horse. The short spear plunged straight into the ground. As the man struggled and shook a few times before dying, he then stayed in place, as if he had been rooted here since ancient times.
Tree.
After Lei Fengqi threw one, another short spear flew to his hand in the night fog. He caught it and held it high, as steady as Mount Tai, and stared into the distance with a powerful gaze to fight.
The short spear came quickly, and Lei Fengqi caught it quickly. When one of them died, Xue Menghu and others were distracted and looked over. They saw Lei Fengqi, who was like a heavenly general, and his posture was as stable as a rock.
He was filled with murderous aura, and for a moment his aura was far stronger than Yu Wuluo's sword.
People have always been bloodthirsty, and swords have been innocent since ancient times.
No one saw how the short spear got into Lei Fengqi's hands. In this situation, it was impossible to calmly analyze Lei Fengqi's trump card. It should be like this. After the people who besieged Xue Menghu came to their senses, "Wind tight", I don't know who
Shout out and everyone runs away together.
Lei Fengqi narrowed his eyes. Killing them all was a taboo on the battlefield. One could accidentally fall into an ambush, but for those who kill wantonly, it would be useless without a lesson.
He exhaled: "Hi!"
The short spear left his hand, drew a beautiful arc in the mist, and engulfed the last rider's back.
"thump."
With this sound, the man fell to the ground and remained motionless, already losing his life.
Xue Menghu stared, not expecting this young man to be so brave.
Gao Shan shrugged his shoulders. He had seen it many times and didn't think so.
Yu Wuluo used this scene to make her blood boil, and she immediately drew her sword... Even greater depression enveloped her, and the Yanling Sword also whined with greater dissatisfaction.
Through the snow-white fingers, it is transmitted from the scabbard to the owner's heart.
The group of people sat back by the campfire again. Yu Wuluo squeezed the wine bag tightly and couldn't stop drinking. Her face soon fainted, thus covering up her paleness that had faded from blood.
The Yu family was poor in literature and rich in martial arts, but the Yu family could afford the food and clothing required for martial arts practice, as well as the additional expenses such as clothing and shoes, so the hardship of practicing martial arts could not be reduced in the slightest.
The yin and yang are still and moving, the breath is exhaling, and Yu Wu likes it sincerely after falling into the door.
There was usually nothing to do in the boudoir, so the smart girl learned cooking skills quickly from Nvhong. Her grandfather took the time to teach her poetry and writing, so she spent a lot of her free time practicing martial arts.
It seemed to be a part of her life, and now, she couldn't draw the knife in the face of rape.
My grandfather said that reading educates people.
Yu Wuluo thought that practicing martial arts would not only keep fit, but also protect the family and save people at critical moments.
Is she a butterfly with broken wings, or a goshawk with broken wings?
She was so angry that she couldn't figure out how to get out of her knot.
Across the bonfire, Xue Menghu complimented Lei Fengqi on his great kung fu, but Lei Fengqi still prevaricated with his original words: "I said, there are too many capable people in the family, and they can't show me. The elders hate me for not entering the official career. I
I hate that I can't stand out, so I might as well become a businessman. If I don't become an official, I don't have to compete with anyone. Let them have a relative who is a philistine, and it will rub their noses in the face. I feel very happy."
Gao Shan drank his nonsense, but couldn't laugh out loud. It was obvious that Xiao Yu had a knot in his heart, as long as he was a brother, he would worry about him.
Xiao Yu's temper makes me 800 miles away.
Gao Shan had encountered many such problems in front of the three girls from the Lei family, but he would not sit down and try to persuade them.
While drinking, I listened to the thunder and wind with my left ear and went out with my right ear. What I was thinking about was Xiao Yu Xiao Yu, my brother, when will you get better?
This was the first time that he had been frightened by a murder. Gao Shan had also experienced this. Not only was he frightened, he had nightmares for half a year.
Seeing Xiao Yu upset, Gao Shan also felt depressed.
On the nearest tree crown, the eagle looked curiously at the bonfire and people, keeping vigil for its master and others.
...
The bonfire was divided into two ends. The fifth uncle's cousin pulled up the curtain and slept on one side and the other. Gaoshan was closest to the bonfire, Lei Fengqi sat in the middle, and Xue Menghu slept next door.
Holding the wood in his hand, Lei Fengqi was whittling with a short knife.
In the distance, someone quietly picked up a gun and carried people to clean the ground.
The big eagle on the dense tree canopy cocked its head and looked over again.
...
Yu Wuluo dreamed of the wet nurse. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't hear. The wet nurse kept saying that she couldn't hear. Until the sound of footsteps came to her ears, she alertly held the knife and put her fingers on the handle. Frustration struck again.
Outside the curtain, Lei Fengqi squatted down and put down something, and said warmly: "Use this for now, you will get better."
When the footsteps returned to the opposite side of the bonfire, Yu Wuluo lifted the curtain and saw a wooden knife held up by the tender grass on the ground.
No matter how delicate it is, the scabbard and handle are carved, and if you don’t look closely, it turns out to be a new knife.
The surface is polished and the flame shows smoothness.
Yu Wuluo forgot to wipe it with her new handkerchief. She picked up the knife and smiled sweetly as she seemed to be able to feel the remaining warmth of his fingers.
...
At five o'clock, Gao Shan opened his eyes and saw that he was not the first person today. Xiao Yu was sitting opposite the bonfire.
Gao Shan greeted cautiously: "Ha, it's morning, brother, I'll make breakfast right now."
Yu Wuluo was in a good mood and gave him a bright smile.
Gao Shan was shocked: "You...hey, you got an extra knife?" He saw it with sharp eyes.
Lei Feng sat up and babbled again angrily: "Prodigal son! You just add money when you have nothing to do! Forget it with a wooden knife. If you let me take another look at the things you spend money on, I want to send you back to Wuhan."
Let’s go to my uncle’s house.”
Gao Shan suddenly realized it and was very unhappy. He whispered: "My carving looks better than you. Why don't you let me carve it?"
Xue Menghu couldn't sleep, so he asked tentatively: "Brother Lei, since I'm dissatisfied with my cousin's knife, are you willing to sell it?"