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After all, the grassland belongs to the Ma people.
Luo Huchen was cautious along the way and almost did not dare to come into contact with the tribes who lived on the water. He secretly exchanged food and water with wandering herdsmen, but he was still found by Kiliha and others. From this, it can be seen that there must be more to come.
There were pursuers coming. It would be dangerous to stay any longer. Fortunately, the mountains ahead were clearly visible.
Driving all night under the dim moonlight, the fractured area of Liu Meng's left arm had swollen so high that it hurt a lot when he touched it. But Luo Huchen's body in front of the saddle became colder and colder. Ding Qi approached him several times and asked, but Liu Meng gave a silent answer.
, his lips trembled, his expression became more and more desperate, and his heart completely dropped.
At dusk on the second day, a group of four riders finally left the grassland, climbed over a damaged pass, and entered the Central Plains, where the war was raging and the people were about to fall, under the watchful eyes of the vicissitudes of life.
After this galloping, not only was the horse unbearably tired, but the arrow wound on Ding Qi's abdomen opened again. At the back, he could only lie down on the horse's back, hugging the horse's neck tightly, and giving direction to Liu Meng in front.
And Liu Meng was like a tireless iron man, carefully clearing the way while taking care of the two injured people in front of and behind the saddle. Until he turned another mountain, a big river appeared in front of him. The river was rushing and rushing. On the other side, a fence formed a small
In the market and in front of the ferry, a tall flagpole was erected, and the wind lanterns hung on it were swinging in the wind, lighting up the way home for returning travelers.
"Xiao Ding!" An urgent voice came from the side, and at the same time, a black shadow suddenly appeared, and came to the front of the horse in a few steps. He stretched out his hand and pulled the reins. Liu Meng's spirit was extremely tense, almost
It was a subconscious bite of the horse's belly, urging the horse under his crotch to break away from the opponent. At the same time, there was a choking sound, the long sword was already in his hand, and with a swish, he thrust the sword towards the black shadow's neck.
"It's one of our own!" Ding Qi's brain was so burned that he was dizzy. He mustered up the last glimmer of clarity and shouted at Liu Meng, then lost consciousness, turned over and fell off his horse.
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The Daqing River belongs to the Yongding River system and is the clearest river under the Yinshan Mountains. The water is sweet and the vegetation on both sides is lush. The small market on the south bank of the Daqing River is called Qinghe Fort, which is the only market in the surrounding 200 miles. It is also a naturalized market.
It is the only place for traders from the prefecture area to enter the grassland.
On the hill to the west of Qinghe Fort, a new tomb was added on a gentle slope facing the sun. On the wooden tombstone were simply engraved five words, "Qingyun Luo Huchen."
That afternoon, a young man in black robe slowly came to the grave carrying a bamboo basket, placed roast chicken, peanuts, dried tofu and other wine-drinking items wrapped in oil paper beside the tombstone, patted open the wine jar sealing mud,
Fill two earthenware bowls, sprinkle one bowl in front of the grave, and drink from the other bowl.
The young man has delicate and soft eyebrows, a straight nose, and two light dimples on his cheeks, which makes people feel very friendly at first sight. The young man drinks a lot, and when he is neither sad nor happy, he has finished the jar of wine. He wipes it with his sleeves.
Wiping the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, he stood up, drew the long sword from his back with his backhand, and murmured to the grave: "Brother Luo, last time you said that the swordsmanship practiced by my brothers was biased, and while being light and agile, it was too ruthless and easy.
It affects one's psyche and goes to extremes. "Brother, don't you know, but in the rivers and lakes, the weak and the strong prey on each other, either killing people or being killed, how can anyone have good thoughts?"
The young man's left hand was inconvenient, and his arm was still splinted. He only used his right hand to shake it lightly, and the scabbard fell straight away. He casually drew the long sword and made a start gesture with a soft voice, with an indifferent expression.
The momentum of the stock killing array emerged vigorously.
"Do you still remember the original intention of practicing swordsmanship?" The young man laughed at himself, and then said to himself: "To be honest with you, Brother Luo, my original intention of practicing swordsmanship is very superficial. I want to use swords in the world to enjoy grudges. But, I don't know where to start from.
Since when did you start practicing swordsmanship just to kill people, to kill people quickly and effectively, so as to avoid being killed?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man unfolded his long sword, stepped on the seven-star sword and walked with his eyes, golden geese flew across the sky, the geese mourned silently, the slanting wind danced gently, the broken geese were solitary..., a set of Huifeng Luoyan sword technique was practiced in a satisfactory manner.
, the sword energy surged, causing broken leaves and grass on the ground to sway in all directions.
After performing the swordsmanship, the young man returned to the grave, sat down cross-legged, and looked at the rolling mountains in the north, silent and silent, but his eyes became more and more confused.
There was a sound of footsteps, and another young man in black came up, with a pale face and a thin body. After seeing the young man in front of the grave, he was stunned for a moment, walked over and sat next to him, was silent for a while, and finally said: "Brother Liu
, We will return to Xiangyang early tomorrow morning. Anyway, there is no news about your friend, so why not come with us? There are many heroes gathered in Xiangyang city. If you ask around slowly, you can always find clues. "
The young man was Liu Meng. Hearing Ding Qi's invitation to go to Xiangyang together, he made a decision after only half a turn in his mind. The so-called getting lost in the mountains with his friends was just an excuse. He was teleported here inexplicably.
There are no reminders, so it’s just idle time. It would be good to follow them to Xiangyang to fight Hulu and meet the heroes of the world. Besides, Guo Jing and Huang Rong are also in Xiangyang City. How can they not afford to find a chance to see some live people?
Boyhood fantasy?
Liu Meng turned to look at Ding Qi, who still had a cold face, but the eagerness in his eyes could not be concealed. He nodded and responded: "Okay, it's just that I'm injured, and meeting the Tatar cavalry will drag you down.
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Upon hearing that Liu Meng was so foreign, Ding Qi frowned and said displeasedly: "What a burden or not, you saved my life. Why are you so foreign to me and so pedantic?" Liu Meng had already touched it!
Tou, this Ding Qi is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He is a person who treats you better if you treat him well. He immediately touched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile: "Brother Ding is right, I am pedantic."
Ding Qi snorted and corrected him: "My name is Brother Ding! Although Brother Luo is gone, we fought together from the grassland and will always be good brothers!"
Somehow, since Liu Meng had been in contact with Luo Huchen and Ding Qi, he felt that they were more and more friendly, as if he had returned to the days when he was with his classmates and friends.
After sitting quietly for a while, seeing that it was getting dark, the two of them got up and went back. After having dinner with the other two members of the Qingyun Sect in the backyard of the warehouse they had rented, they rested early and prepared to set off at dawn tomorrow.
Among the two people from the Qingyun faction who came to assist this time, one was a young woman, the fourth junior sister in Luo Huchen's mouth, who was extremely good at medical skills. Ding Qi's abdominal wound was already rotten, and his intestines could be seen inside, but under her skillful hands
I cut off the rotten meat, wrapped it with medicinal powder, and drank two pairs of herbal medicines. The fever was gone on the second day. I got up and walked on the third day. After five days, I was walking as fast as flying, and there was no sign of any injuries on my body. My name was Liu.
Meng Zhi suspected that she was the reincarnation of Hua Tuo. Unfortunately, her face was covered with gauze all day long, so she couldn't see her true face. However, judging from her pair of snowy jade hands, slender figure and soft voice, she must be a very beautiful woman.
The other one is a young man in blue who is about 26 or 27 years old. His slender eyes are always half-closed and half-awake, and his lazy expression makes people feel that he has never woken up. He only smiles occasionally.
Like the warm spring breeze, his teeth are dazzlingly white. His name is Wu Dong, ranked sixth, and he is also the one who pulls the rein of the horse and calls "Xiao Ding".
Wu Dong's arm strength was particularly strong. He stopped the galloping horse with one hand, and blocked the long sword Liu Meng picked out with the other hand. Although Liu Meng was extremely exhausted and could only use 60% of his internal strength.
