The girl traveled through another world and forced the prince to take the imperial examination

The wind stopped and the snow stopped.

Jiuyou ran over with a smile like a child: "Zhixi, are you finally willing to go with me?"

At this moment, Mu Qingcheng only wanted to get rid of this crazy devil as soon as possible, so that Yun Qing and the others would be safe. She tried hard to calm herself down and did not dare to look at Yun Qing, fearing that this madman wanted to kill her again.

"Yes, yes! Where do you want to go?"

Jiuyou laughed happily, revealing two rows of neat white teeth: "Let's go now. Jiuyou will always be Zhixi's little follower. Hahahahaha..."

After a burst of laughter, Jiuyou carried Mu Qingcheng on his back and jumped off the city wall in a flash. Facing the rising sun in the east, he disappeared in a few leaps.

"Master Mu..."

"Miss Mu...Miss Mu..."

"Lord Lord, Lord Lord..."

"My Lord, wait for me..."

The ghosts abandoned their dead and injured companions, and those who were still able to move chased after their master.

More than half of the Black Armored Army on the tower had been killed or wounded. Looking at the bodies scattered across the ground, they all breathed a sigh of relief. However, everyone felt guilty. It was Master Mu who had saved them...

Su Jiyu watched Mu Qingcheng disappear, then sat down on the ground and burst into tears, not caring about his appearance. He was a disciple of Xuantian Palace, but he couldn't even protect a girl. In the end, a girl had to sacrifice herself to protect them.

He is so useless!

He thought of Yun Qing again. She must be even sadder than him at this moment! He looked around to see if Yun Qing was crying as bitterly as he was. This glance made him shudder.

"Where's Xiaoqi? Where's Xiaoqi!..."

The seriously injured Dragon Shadow Guards Xiao Hei were all lying on the ground. Those who were still able to move raised their heads and looked around when they heard Su Jiyu's words.

Mo Yu's legs were injured and he could only lie on the ground. He was closest to Yun Qing. At this moment, he couldn't say a word and was already in tears.

"Moyu, why are you crying? Where is your master?" Su Jiyu asked anxiously.

"Wuwu ......"

"what?"

(⊙o⊙)! Ah~ah~it’s over!

Yun Qing chased after him with all his might. His Qinggong skills were the best among the Xuantian Palace disciples, but they were still far behind Jiuyou's. Furthermore, he was seriously injured, bleeding profusely from several wounds, and he was already dizzy from the excessive blood loss.

Therefore, he could not use his internal energy for a long time, as this would cause the blood to flow faster. He ran entirely relying on his own physical strength.

Jiuyou's figure was no longer in front of him, but his little girl was very smart and left marks for him along the way.

Mu Qingcheng was wearing a pearl bracelet on her hand. It was a New Year's gift he gave to the little girl during the Chinese New Year. Now it has become a guiding light.

Yun Qing chased from early morning until the sun was at its zenith. He had reached his limit. His vision became increasingly blurred and he could no longer tell the direction.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of gurgling water, and Yun Qing followed it. It turned out to be a river about two or three feet wide. He stumbled to the river's edge and dove in. The cool water sobered him up.

Yun Qing took out a purse from his arms, which contained the life-saving capsules prepared for him by Mu Qingcheng.

After taking the medicine, he tore off a few strips of cloth from the hem of his clothes and wrapped the bleeding wounds on his arms and legs with them.

Just as he was about to continue searching for the mark left by Mu Qingcheng, a flock of birds suddenly took to the sky from the distant woods. Yun Qing's sixth sense was strong, and his expression became solemn. He found a large tree, used his internal energy to fly up, and hid in the dense leaves.

In less than a cup of tea, he saw a group of nimble men in black chasing him from behind. They weren't Jiuyou's ghostly subordinates, so they weren't here to hunt him down. They must have chosen this moment because they knew what was happening on the tower and were trying to take advantage of the situation. Yun Qing was injured and didn't dare to be careless.

Soon the assassins arrived under the tree, and Yun Qing calmed down. Just as the assassins were about to leave, a hidden arrow suddenly struck his hiding place, and Yun Qing had to dodge it. As he turned sideways, the leaves also shook.

"He's here!"

Sure enough, these assassins were coming for him. Yun Qing glanced at the direction the arrows came from and sneered in his heart! Humph! Trying to take advantage of the opportunity?

Haha! He waited for an entire night. This person was truly patient, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to hide by his side for over a decade.

Since he had been discovered, Yun Qing no longer hid. He drew his sword, flew up and stabbed directly at the tree opposite.

A black shadow dodged past. He was extremely fast and hid in another tree with a few jumps.

"Mobei! Humph! I wonder how long you can hide?"

Yun Qing closed his eyes tightly, concentrating on sensing the fluctuations of the surrounding aura. When he caught a glimpse of that faint breath, he swung the Qingcheng Sword without hesitation, slashing with all his strength.

With a "click", a tree as thick as a man could hug was cut in half by him.

A dark shadow shot out from the broken tree like a ghost, and attacked Yun Qing as fast as lightning. Yun Qing was also quick-eyed and quick-handed, swinging his sword again to cut it down.

In an instant, there were flashes of swords and shadows, and swaying figures. The man in black and Yun Qing were twisting and turning in the air, fighting back and forth in a thrilling manner.

"Mobei, there's no need to hide your face in front of me! You and I grew up together, I would recognize you even if you turned into ashes."

Mo Bei's eyes were evasive, not daring to look Yun Qing in the eye. Yun Qing took the opportunity to attack his waist, and the Qingcheng sword cut through his clothes, leaving a long bloody wound on his abdomen.

Yun Qing's martial arts skills surpassed Mo Bei's, but he was seriously injured and his strength was gradually failing. After dozens of rounds, his movements became noticeably slower, while his opponent's attacks became increasingly fierce.

As the swords clashed, Yun Qing's Qingcheng Sword flew out of his hand. Mo Bei seized the opportunity and thrust his sword towards Yun Qing's chest. Yun Qing dodged the blow by leaning sideways, but the sword pierced his left shoulder directly. With a sharp pain, he could no longer hold on and fell straight down from mid-air.

"Why do you have to do this! I don't want to kill you, nor do I want you to die in my hands." Mo Bei sighed as he looked at Yun Qing lying on the ground.

Yun Qing seemed to be deaf to his words, with a sneer still on his lips.

Mo Bei thrust his sword hard, piercing Yun Qing's back. The two men were face to face. Suddenly, Yun Qing had a black dagger in his hand, stabbing it straight into Mo Bei's chest.

"you……"

Yun Qing raised his foot and kicked Mo Bei hard in the stomach. He pulled out a dagger and blood splattered instantly.

"You can't escape... You will definitely die today." Mo Bei covered his chest and slowly fell down.

"Okay! Before I die, tell me, who is your master?"

Mo Bei lay on the ground, laughing miserably, without answering.

Yun Qing then asked, "Even if you didn't tell me, I would have found out. I'll just ask you two final questions: Is Mo Dong still alive? Where is he?"

Mo Bei's slowly dimming eyes suddenly showed a glint: "I won't kill him... He is... in... Beijing!"

"Where in the capital?"

"Where is the capital? Tell me!"

Mo Bei was lying on the ground, smiling at Yun Qing: "Master... Xiao Bei really wants to eat... wants to eat, Huijizhai's thousand-layer pastry... I, I saved a piece... I saved a piece for Dong Ge to eat, Master, Master, don't... don't forget... when Dong Ge comes back... you must... must remember to give it to... him..."

Yun Qing felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his eyes suddenly became moist. He used up his last bit of strength to pull out Mo Bei's sword, and then he threw the sword to the ground.

Blood dripped from his chest to the ground, bright red, like the tears in his heart.

The black-clad assassins rushed towards him from all directions, like a pack of hunting wolves, surrounding their prey and leaving him no way to escape.