This time, Feng Jiu'er finally saw what it means to be a master.
No, they actually didn't have any moves at all, but they were just competing in Qinggong.
Every time Mu Mu managed to escape with her, the people behind him would soon catch up.
Mu Mu is very alert. Usually when they are at the top of a mountain, people below will be noticed by him when they come to the mountainside.
If Mu Mu was the only one, it shouldn't be difficult to avoid those people. The difficulty lies in the fact that there is Feng Jiu'er beside him who can be said to be ignorant of Qing Kung Fu.
Jiu'er had never felt that she was so useless. She had always saved people, but this time, she kept hurting Mu Mu.
From the evening till late at night, the sweat on Mu Mu's forehead never stopped.
"Who are those people?" They stopped on another hill, and the two of them finally took a breath.
Feng Jiuer stood on a high slope, using the moonlight to look at the mountainside as far as the eye could see.
It seemed calm now, but she knew that those people might be chasing her here soon.
"There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the Zhengjun Academy. There are so many masters. It's hard to tell who they are." Mu Mu sat on the ground, doing exercises and regulating his breath.
Jiu'er was not actually tired, because her legs were completely useless along the way.
Seeing Mu Mu sit down, she immediately went over and took out the silver needle: "I'm here to help you apply acupuncture to push the blood. It hurts a little, but the effect is better than directly pushing the acupoints."
"Okay." Mu Mu was not polite. After being chased for most of the night, even a tough man would get tired sometimes.
He certainly looked tired.
"Don't panic, we are tired, and they are also tired. Maybe they are panting now."
At this time, this guy actually still had the heart to tell jokes to tease her! Feng Jiuer took a breath and nodded with a smile.
"At least you still have someone to take care of you, but they don't. They must be more tired than you."
"If I had known I would have stopped eating so much at lunch, eating too much would increase your burden."
Mu Mu opened his eyes and looked at the little girl who was carefully inserting acupuncture and pushing out blood, with complicated expressions in his eyes.
"Sorry." He said suddenly.
"Huh?" Jiu'er looked up at him, then immediately looked down at the silver needle in his hand, "Why are you saying sorry all of a sudden?"
"If you follow me, you won't even be able to fill your stomach." From evening to now, this girl has not eaten even a morsel of food except for two drinks of water.
He raised his hand, wanting to touch her face.
Feng Jiuer hid in a hurry: "No, don't be sentimental. Please treat me as a comrade, not a woman, please."
Mu Mu was still staring at her face, with emotions in his eyes that no one could see through.
After a while, he smiled slightly: "But you are a girl after all."
Jiu'er didn't want to argue with him about this issue, so she took back the silver needle on her left leg. She squatted down on his right leg and was about to inject the needle.
Mu Mu's expression suddenly changed again, and he grabbed her hand.
"Come again?" Feng Jiuer put away the silver needle and immediately put it back into her satchel.
Those people were so haunted that they caught up with them just as they sat down to rest a stick of incense.
Don't they need to rest themselves?
"Don't panic, I'm here!" Mu Mu's expression was unusually cold.
He jumped up from the ground and pulled Feng Jiu'er away, but this time, as soon as his long arm landed on her waist, he retracted it.
With a snap, the branch not far away was chopped off by his palm. With the wind of his palm, the branch was split into a long stick.
With a roar, the long stick swept away, and the grass not far away rustled with the powerful internal force.
