Although his body has not been tempered yet, strictly speaking, it is not comparable to the strong men who have practiced human immortal martial arts in this world, it is even inferior to his body on earth.
However, although his physical strength is gone, his ability to travel through mountains and rivers and survive in the wilderness cannot be diminished.
Chen Yang still walked as fast as flying, but aimlessly walked away quickly.
About half an hour later, when the sky was dark, a group of people came in a panic.
The first ones were Lao Congfeng and Cheng Chongfeng, followed by the exhausted palace guards.
All of them were injured and smelled of smoke. They looked more like defeated soldiers crawling out from the battlefield than pampered members of the palace.
The old priest took a look at the grave bag that still had fresh traces, and then distinguished the footprints and other smells. He sighed, ignored the dirt on the ground, sat down, lit a pot of cigarettes, and started smoking dully.
"Damn it!"
Cheng Gongfeng punched a nearby tree with his fist. The tree broke and crashed down.
He was so ashamed and angry that he didn't even have the power to protect his fists, and he was immediately dripping with blood.
Cheng Chongfeng ignored him and asked the old man, "Old man, let's pursue him again!"
The old worshipper remained silent, but the fire in the smoke pot kept flickering on and off, showing that he was not at peace in his heart.
After a long while, he slowly shook his head and sighed: "I can't catch up.
Our young master is very decisive."
"If he stays for a while longer, my Qianli Yan may not be able to follow him.
Now, it's too late."
The old worshiper shook his head and knocked out the tobacco in the pot in front of the old grandma's new grave.
He is not smoking, but using the smoke to trace.
This is the main reason why the old worshipper appears in this team. He smokes constantly, and the smoke inevitably contaminates his fellow travelers.
As long as the distance is not far and the time is not long, the old worshipper can use the five senses that are enhanced when smoking to distinguish the special smoke of Qianliyan and catch up from a distance.
If you pursue something, you will never go wrong.
They relied on this method to chase them all the way here.
Hearing the answer from the old man, Cheng Chongfeng's face fell down and turned ashen: "Then what should we do?"
"Without the young master, how can the eldest lady not vent her anger on us when we return to the palace?"
"Even if the eldest lady disdains to argue with us, according to the rules of the palace, if we lose the young master, we will be punished with death."
As soon as these words came out, Lao Zongfeng was fine, and the guards behind him all felt as if they were mourning for their heirs, and some even cried.
"Then... I won't go back."
The old man seemed ten years older and his voice was dry.
Cheng Gongfeng looked sad: "The royal family governs the family by military law, and those who leave without retribution are like fugitives. They are sent to the sea to capture documents, and they are hunted down by Gongfeng."
"Can we survive?"
The old priest stood up slowly and said blankly: "I will die if I come back now, and I will die if I don't come back. If I can live for one day, it will be one day."
Cheng Gongfeng nodded sadly, and when he saw the grave at his feet, he felt angry and was about to stomp it down.
The old worshiper stretched out his hand to stop it, shook his head and said: "The dead one is the most important, forget it, after all, everyone is his own master."
"Tsk tsk tsk, this young master, we have underestimated him after all."
The group of people fled far away towards the border of the wild land when the morning sun was rising.
At the same time, Chen Yang walked into a prosperous county town and found a remote courtyard to rent.
"Look what the old nanny left for me?"
After Chen Yang settled down, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and took out a few things that the old grandma left for him before she died...