Chen Qingzhong rescued Wen Song from Heifeng Village, and now the latter saved his life from the chaos. The two looked at each other in silence for a while, turned their heads, and each went about his or her own business.

"The village is gone."

While rubbing his swollen and red face, the tall, strong man lifted up his shirt with his bloody hands, only to see several slender wounds revealed.

He sighed, not for Heifeng Village, but because he thought about the brothers who worked hard together with him. He had fought for justice in Donggong Mountain and made his name as Guo Jiang Qing. Who in the radius of a hundred miles would know? To say that it is not unrestrained,

But I never thought that it would get to this point in just a few months.

On the side, Wen Song was speechless. Although he had gone through ups and downs in the past few days and had many thoughts, his thoughts on the gangsters had not changed from beginning to end. No matter how these people claimed to have unparalleled loyalty, in fact they were all evildoers who brought harm to their hometown.

He should be thrown into jail.

He saved one person because he was considered outstanding among the gangsters. During that period, he not only did not make things difficult for the captives, but also sent many people back.

If not, Wen Song would have cut him off with a single blow, or simply ignored him and fled alone.

Both of them have their own ideas and know more or less about the current situation.

Wen Song stood up and was about to walk away, but Chen Qingzhong called him twice to stop.

"Scholar! That scholar!"

"Ahem, hehe...it's all those son-of-a-bitch rebels outside. You're weak on your own. You won't be able to run very far when you go out. You still have some connections here, why don't you come with me?"

I just heard this man shaking his head, and said in a hoarse voice as if he was in a daze, "I'm seriously injured, and I won't be able to see my friends if I go alone... Ahem, but fortunately I'm familiar enough with the surroundings, and I think it wouldn't be a bad idea to go out if there's someone to take care of me.

question."

"How? Scholar."

Wen Song was silent, tightened his grip on the knife, lowered his head, walked a dozen steps and disappeared into the shade of the trees.

"..."

With a long sigh, Chen Qingzhong couldn't hold on any longer and fell down on his back. In his daze, he suddenly heard tiny footsteps coming from not far away.

"Is that man also a bandit?"

The other party asked, and Chen Qingzhong struggled with the last bit of strength to smile and said, "No."

As soon as he finished answering, a tingling sensation all over his body and soreness surged violently in his limbs. He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Immediately afterwards, the footsteps gradually became louder, and under heavy eyelids, I could only see a blurry figure walking closer - my body was pulled up, leaning on the shoulders of the thin young man, and I felt the familiar rough movements that did not care about the injury.

, instead he breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes to meditate.

The bet was right. Chen Qingzhong only had time to think about such a brief thought before his whole body fell into dizziness.

On the other side, Wen Song listened to the other party's words. The three mansions in Hejian were now in chaos, with soldiers and bandits running rampant. With the puppet Qi army breaking through the border to hinder the invasion, it was like a torrent sweeping through the counties. Thousands of people were killed at once.

It's hard to find peace in the riverlands.

Heifeng Village and Donggong Mountain were just pawns swept up in the waves. The waves washed away the sand, and dozens of people including them were easily smashed into pieces without any resistance.

Taking advantage of the howls of fighting that filled the mountains and plains that night, as well as the sudden raging mountain fire and thick smoke, Wen Song escaped. On the way, he met the Donggong Mountain people who were fighting with another group of people. Both sides were injured, and finally only escaped.

Only a few people.

It was at this time that Chen Qingzhong and Wen Song met. The former was separated from his brothers during the chase, while the latter instinctively followed around clusters of torches in the dark.

There were many insects, snakes, and wild animals in the forest. He tried to walk a long distance alone, but was frightened out of his wits by the wild wolf watching quietly, and he covered his mouth to stop himself from screaming.

One chased, the other fled, and the three of them ended up wandering in the woods.

A rustling sound came from behind. Wen Song stopped reminiscing about the past, like a taut string, and bent over, folding the long knife at his waist.

Make a chopping motion.

Chi Chi!

A pine tree emerged from the grass, its big black eyes saw the two people in front of it, its fluffy tail twitched, and it ran away in panic.

call--

Relaxing his nerves, Wen Song put one hand on his forehead, which had been worrying for days, and held the long knife in place with the other hand. He took Chen Qingzhong's arm and staggered away from the distance.

He didn't know who the friend he said was his friend was, or where he was, and he couldn't even tell whether he was just an ordinary person and not a bandit.

Wen Song just wants to leave this place filled with shouts of death, corpses and blood.

Not only Donggong Mountain, but also Black Wind Village, most of the people who swept in were soldiers who had fled from the front line. They did not want to return to the court to resume their duties, and they had the idea of ​​occupying the mountain and becoming the king. Perhaps in the eyes of these people, they and others were not as good as Pseudo Qi.

The army was in no way comparable to a group of crooked melons and jujubes in poor mountains and rivers, so they attacked several nearby mountains and plunged them all into the flames of war.

Facts have proved that the other party's idea is not wrong. Except for Donggong Mountain, which caused a little trouble, the other mountain bandits can deal with the refugee merchants just fine. Facing the soldiers with well-equipped armor and malicious intentions, they can be said to be defeated at a touch.

From the time Wen Song and others were rescued to the time Chen Qingzhong sent people down the mountain one after another, it only lasted three to five days. By the time he was arranged for the next group to go down the mountain and return home, the surrounding bandits had disappeared.

After all, Donggongshan was just a bandit den, and it was not very sensitive to these things. It didn't dawn on it until it encountered the enemy.

Wen Song took Chen Qingzhong with him, and the two of them walked to the shade of a mountain col to rest. He leaned on a rock and lost consciousness. After a long time, he finally calmed down. After thinking about it, according to the story recorded in the book, he got up and removed the blood-stained body behind him.

The traces have been slightly cleaned up.

Waiting, waiting for the other party to wake up again, he had killed one person in the previous area, and he would be discovered sooner or later.

Now it depends on whether the direction Chen Qingzhong pointed after waking up will work or not. Wen Song looked at the sky, numbly looking at the boundless blue.

Half an hour later, this man with a face as golden as paper slowly woke up from the ground. His eyes lost focus, and it took him a long time to regain consciousness.

"No, I saw you right...scholar."

Snap, a water bag was thrown in front of his eyes. He grinned at the figure not far away. Without saying anything, he unscrewed the cork and took a sip. His nearly dry lips were moisturized by the water, and his complexion recovered.

A little rosy, a little more energetic.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Go south, take Longxing Mountain! There is a mountain road there leading to Pingxian County, not many people know about it."

After drinking enough fresh water, Chen Qingzhong breathed a sigh of relief and came to life. He got straight to the point and told everything the sword-wielding scholar in front of him wanted to know.

"There are a few more steep roads, but it's not necessary."

He did not explain that the identity of the group of people who attacked everyone in Donggong Mountain and killed them indiscriminately could not be concealed - or that the other party did not even think about concealing it, and just focused on a few hills, and

The treasures accumulated by these bandits.

"The army collapsed..."

After all, the army was defeated, and they fled south in a panic when the situation was low. It was not surprising that some people would become ambitious and turn into bandits. However, most of them were reckless when it came to bandits, and there were hundreds of thousands of families in the team who could not suppress them at all.

It is impossible to set up as many layers of defenses as in the battle with the Qi army, and even pay attention to these trails.

"Most of the mountain roads are rugged. It's difficult to walk out safely in our current situation. It's better to just take the Longxing one. There aren't many people walking on it anyway."

After he finished speaking, he didn't explain any more, believing that the other party could understand the meaning.

Sure enough, Wen Song did not object.

Since I chose to bring Chen Qingzhong with me, I still have a certain amount of trust.

The wind blew and it was cool.

The two of them were silent.

The Confucian scholar with messy clothes and disheveled hair looked back on his days in the academy as if they were far away in the past.

Chen Qingzhong, who was leaning on the grass under the rocks, also lowered his eyes and looked into the distance, as if he saw the brothers who had gone up the mountain to rob the rich and give to the poor because they were dissatisfied with the oppression of the government.

The afterglow of the past is still before my eyes.

…

drive!

drive!!

A fleet of carriages sped by, sending up billows of smoke and dust.

Yue Jinshu changed his clothes and was only wearing a strong robe, with scarlet blood stains on his body.

She looked back and saw that the conditions of the people on the carriage were not bad. Only two of them had suffered some injuries in the attacks they had suffered a few days ago. One of them had his arm scratched and a layer of flesh was stripped off. It had been bandaged seven or seven times.

Eighty-eight.

There was only one other person, a junior sister of hers who was born in the Qing Dynasty. She was hit in the abdomen by a gangster, her pubic area was injured, and her back was cut with a sharp knife. She lost a lot of blood at that time.

Although she applied the golden sore medicine as soon as she cleared the enemy, and even hired many doctors along the way, she stopped many times for recuperation, but her breath was still stagnant, her internal blood was out of balance, and her injuries were at risk of worsening.

If it is delayed for several months, an accident may occur if treatment fails.

Hurry up! Yue Jinshu looked into the distance. They had returned to Yuezhou from Jianye and were getting closer to Jiuhua Mountain where the master's sect was. As long as they reached Zhenwu, Master Lingdanfeng would take action.

Coming from a true martial arts background, Yue Jinshu knew very well the abilities of his master. Even if he could not eliminate his junior sister's disease and heal the injury in a short period of time, it would not be difficult to stop its deterioration. The rest would be slowly nursed back to health on the mountain.

I want to go to a secluded place to recuperate, and I can recover in a few months.

Such an expectation made her even more anxious. She was not the only one. In fact, several people on the carriage and horse also entered Yuezhou and saw the familiar mountain range looming. The stone that had been weighing on their hearts finally fell.

In a daze, it was like seeing a gilt plaque on the golden roof depicting the word Zhenwu.

Two days later, Chonglou City.

"came back!"
To be continued...