'The autumn air is crisp and the weather is so good. Brother, I won't take my time to enjoy the scenery. Come back soon. Jun'er is so anxious to wait.' "Haha..." Looking at the words on the small note on the fingertips, the man under the gauze hat
There was a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was helplessness in his eyes. This was already the fifth homing pigeon today. Ever since he wrote home, telling him that he would be returning this year, the little girl's homing pigeons have continued to arrive every day.
It's all urging.
The slender white jade-like fingers gently rubbed the homing pigeon's white little head, "Thank you for your hard work, little guy."
The pigeon seemed to be enjoying it, cooing a few times and lazily closing its eyes.
With a casual move, Murong Qiufeng picked a leaf from the roadside, wrote two words on the leaf, replaced the note, put it into the bamboo pigeon tube, and released the pigeon.
It wasn't until he could no longer see the shadow of his character that he laughed and shook his head. Then he shook the reins with both hands and gave a low shout. The maroon horse suddenly became excited, from a lazy pace to a fast gallop.
The white clothes are better than the snow, dancing in the breeze, and the clothes are fluttering, just like an immortal coming to the world. Just looking at the figure makes people unable to take their eyes away, but they don't know what the appearance is like under the gauze hat.
Suddenly, the sound of several weapons clashing reached his ears, along with the smell of blood, which blew away the fresh smell of autumn leaves.
"Huh?" He frowned, pulled the reins, stopped the horse, and looked at the dense forest in the distance. It was obvious that someone was fighting fiercely inside.
Should he go or wait? That was a question. He didn't want to be in trouble, but he didn't want to waste time, but this was the only way to go.
However, just when he hesitated, a black shadow flew towards him, as fast as lightning. Just like a black panther full of power.
His eyes narrowed, the hand holding the sword tightened, and he raised it to prepare for action, but when the man approached him, he suddenly turned around and jumped in the other direction.
The sword shining with cold light stabbed straight at him with a cold sword energy. His eyes widened suddenly, and he realized what the man in black was doing. It was simply to use him as a shield to delay the attack.
Send it to the tip of the sword.
With a faint spark of anger in his heart, he snorted coldly, took off the sword in his hand, and flew away from the horse. He grabbed the hilt of the sword that had not fallen in the air and pulled it out. A cold light flashed across, and there was only a crisp sound.
The swords that the two attacked had broken.
The two people were startled, but before they could recover, the other half of the dagger that had broken in the air and had not yet fallen was shot towards the two of them by a force, right at the center of the sword.
At this moment, Murong Qiufeng had already returned to his horse steadily, with his sword already sheathed. He looked at the two people who were killed instantly with shock in his eyes. Knowing that it was the man in black who had moved his hands and feet, he was about to turn around and look back.
, but felt the horse move, and then a hard body pressed against it.
He was shocked that this man was so fast, but he was so cunning and rude. He first used him to deal with those two guys, and now what did he want to do, "You..."
"Let's go." Before he could say anything, a deep and magnetic voice came to his ears. It was very nice to hear, but the coldness and tyranny in those words made Murong Qiufeng furious.
But the man didn't give him any time to refuse. His strong arms immediately wrapped around him, holding his hand holding the reins. He waved the reins fiercely, and the horse galloped away into the dense forest.
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The fast wind blew on his face, causing a slight sting, and his gauze hat had long been snatched away by the branches in the dense forest. At this moment, Murong Qiufeng really wanted to dismount the guy behind him with a sword, but he heard the whisper in his ears.
From the breath coming, it was obvious that this guy was injured, and he was seriously injured.
The quick and moist breath blew into his ears, and even the side of his neck felt a little warm. He frowned unconsciously and turned his head slightly to avoid it, but he didn't expect him to turn his head to one side like this.
It was buried into the crook of his neck.
He paused, turned his head, and listened to the suddenly slow breathing. It seemed that this guy was unconscious.
Pulling on the reins to slow down the horse, the pungent smell of blood suddenly surrounded the tip of his nose, making him frown even more tightly. However, it was not easy to leave him to live or die at this time.
Looking at the sky, I sighed in my heart. It seemed that I couldn't rush back today. Looking into the distance, I happened to see a village. I galloped towards it and found a decent inn.
"Boy, please prepare some hot water and food." After giving a simple instruction, he entered the room and placed himself on the bed without all the extra trouble.
When the waiter saw such a fairy-like young master bringing an injured man, he did not dare to neglect and went to prepare cautiously. He thought that the two of them might be young masters from a big family and were being hunted. In a big family, these things are also rare.
It's a common thing, not unusual, but that young master is really...
The waiter sighed in his heart. In his whole life, he has never seen such a handsome young man. It's a pity that he is not a woman, otherwise he would have many admirers.
The water will be delivered soon.
Murong Qiufeng was a good cleaner, so he walked to the bed and glanced at the man. Although he was wearing half a black iron mask, he could see from the other side that he was a good-looking man. Unfortunately, Murong Qiufeng was not interested in him.
He had no intention of taking off his mask, but just focused on the wound.
"That's all, just do one good deed every day."
The white robe on his body had been dyed red, so he simply took it off, leaving only a plain white robe. He rolled up the silver sleeves, reached out and grabbed the man's collar, and pulled hard. Suddenly, the sound of the cloth tearing was heard, and the black brocade robe was
It was torn open, revealing a blood-stained chest, and a sword mark one inch deep and seven inches long almost spread from the chest to the shoulder.
He frowned, turned around, took a towel, mixed with hot water and some white wine, and gently wiped him clean.
Although his movements were very careful and gentle, the man still frowned, obviously in pain.
Murong Qiufeng sighed helplessly, thinking that this person didn't know whether it was good or bad. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to save his life, but since it was in front of him, he couldn't ignore it.
After cleaning up the blood stains, he took out a small jade bottle, carefully poured out some medicinal powder, and then took out gauze to help him with a simple treatment. Fortunately, the Jianghu people are always ready with these things, otherwise this wilderness town would not know what to do.
Can't be found.
When it was done, it was already the time when the lights were on, so I simply took a few bites of the cold food, frowned, and then finished.
After staying up all night, this guy suddenly developed a fever in the middle of the night. Murong Qiufeng was so tired that he stayed up half the night. Fortunately, he knew some medical skills, otherwise this guy would really have to resign himself to his fate.
Fortunately, this guy was in good physical condition. The fever came and went away quickly. It wasn't until dawn that he finally calmed down. He didn't leave. He just sat at the table, propped his head on his hands, and squinted a little.