Diji Cultivation Manual

According to the best choice, Liu Chunian should run in another direction, so as to disperse the pursuers.

But she didn't dare to take the risk. If Nan Qiao was caught up by the assassin, it would almost be a death.

Liu Chunian quickly caught up with Nan Qiao, and behind them were three masked men in black - the guards still couldn't completely stop the assassin.

"Master..." Nan Qiao was panting a little from running, and her voice was already crying.

Liu Chunian didn't pay attention to her, but quickly looked back at the assassin's position, and stroked his sleeve subconsciously.

She hesitated for a moment, as if she had made up her mind: "Nan Qiao, run and don't look back!"

After finishing speaking, she stopped, turned around and greeted the assassin who was chasing her.

She has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, and with the guidance of an expert, her martial arts can be regarded as "excellent".

If it was in the past, she would not have to run for her life in such embarrassment.It's just that she hurt her vitality when she left the Jin country, and now her body has not recovered well, so she doesn't have a [-]% chance of winning against these assassins.

Nan Qiao didn't follow Liu Chunian's order to run away, but hid behind a tree not far away to peek. After all, she was still a little worried about her master.

Dressed in blue clothes, Liu Chunian was circling in the rain of swords, lights and swords, and stopped the three assassins abruptly with his own strength.

Her figure is extremely elegant, but her strength is still insufficient, so she can only use her strength repeatedly, and narrowly dodges the sword light several times.

She calmly dealt with it, grabbed the opening of one assassin, raised her foot and kicked the long sword in his hand away, then dodged the big knife from another assassin sideways, and flew up to catch the sword in the air. long sword.

With the long sword in hand, she finally stopped defending blindly and started a fierce attack.

A moment later, an assassin could no longer resist her attack, was pierced through the chest by her sword, and fell to the ground.

Liu Chunian turned slightly to avoid the splash of blood, and concentrated on dealing with the remaining two assassins.

Her physical strength is already a little weak, and she must make a quick decision.The opponent also saw her fatigue and began to deliberately consume her energy.

Liu Chunian held on for a while longer, seeing that the two men only cared about defending and not attacking, he knew what their plan was.

She quickly weighed the situation in front of her in her heart, and decisively sold an opening to lure one of the assassins into her attack range. Afterwards, she was stabbed in the back as a price, and stabbed the long sword in her hand firmly into the other assassin. one's chest.

She then turned around and faced the assassin with the big knife.

"I can give you whatever you want, as long as you let me go." Liu Chunian had no time to care about the scars on her back, and cautiously looked at the man in black in front of her, but she no longer had any weapons in her hands.

The man in black grinned and said, "I want your life!"

With that said, he swung his knife and rushed forward.

Probably because of Liu Chunian's injury and the fact that she didn't have any weapons in her hands, he felt underestimating the enemy.

So when he finally fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Liu Chunian pulled out the dagger from his chest, and said with a slight smile, "The master who taught me martial arts once told me never to underestimate your opponent. It seems that you don't quite understand this principle."

"His...with Hidden Sword! You, you are..." The man in black stared fiercely at the dagger in her hand, with a burning desire in his eyes, but finally he could only close his eyes unwillingly.

Liu Chunian took out the handkerchief in his sleeve, wiped the dagger carefully, and then carefully put it back in his sleeve.

"Master! Are you alright, master?" Nan Qiao rushed forward when she saw that she had finished cooking the assassin.

She also wanted to help just now, but just because she is self-aware, her half-handed martial arts can only add to the chaos.

Liu Chunian smiled lightly, the wound on her back was burning hot, how could it be all right?

She raised her hand and pressed the belt around her waist, and found that the wound medicine she had prepared was still there, so she was relieved: "It's okay, just wait a while and find a water source, and you can just apply the wound medicine for me. "

"Aren't we going back?" Nan Qiao wondered, "There are imperial doctors in the accompanying convoy, let them look at your injuries for you."

Liu Chunian glanced at her helplessly, and walked towards the mountain: "I can't go back. First, we were running around just now, so we might not be able to find our way back. It would be bad if we ran into an assassin. Second, , I don’t know whether it is the palace guards or the assassins who have the upper hand, how can I go back rashly? What if it is self-inflicted?”

Nan Qiao bit her lip and followed her: "Master, how did this happen?"

"How do I know this? You have to go back and ask your good father." Liu Chunian reached out and touched his back, and without any accident, he touched blood on his hand. She glanced at it with some disgust, "I just hope your father finds out If something is wrong, hurry up and send troops to help, and then search the mountain to find us."

Nan Qiao looked at the wound on her back, tears were about to fall, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only follow her step by step.

Fortunately, there are abundant water sources in the mountains, and after walking for a long time, we encountered a stream.

Liu Chunian raised his eyes and looked around, confirming that no one was sitting by the stream behind, and took off his shirt enduring the pain.

She tore off a piece of material from her skirt, ordered Nan Qiao to dip herself in water to wipe the wound, and then took out the wound medicine from her girdle and handed it to her.

Nan Qiao looked at the hideous scar on her jade-white back, and felt that her hand that applied the medicine was shaking.

After finally taking the medicine, she covered her mouth and cried in a low voice, as if she was venting her emotions.

"Why are you crying?" Liu Chunian bandaged the wound and put on the jacket again, "This matter is not your fault in the final analysis, don't be hypocritical."

Nan Qiao's tears were blocked by her words, and she said aggrievedly: "I just see you because I have suffered such a serious injury, and I feel sorry."

"I'm not the kind of person who likes to vent anger, so I won't blame you for this matter." Liu Chunian rubbed his brows helplessly, and sighed, "Most of this matter is your father's fault, and your little brother Part of it is my ignorance, which has nothing to do with you. Can you stay here honestly and let me rest for a while?"

Nan Qiao nodded with tears in her eyes, and finally stopped talking.

When everyone went down the mountain, it was already late, and with all the tossing, the sun had already set.

Liu Chunian took Nan Qiao around and found a bush to hide.

She sat on the ground, leaned against the tree next to her, closed her eyes and meditated, there was no trace of anxiety on her face.

Looking at her exquisite appearance, Nan Qiao seemed to be infected by her indifference, and the panic in her heart eased a little.

The moon was already hanging in the west, but there was still no rescuer coming. Liu Chunian had already begun to seriously doubt whether he was really deceived, and that Emperor Liang really wanted to kill Nan Qiao.

She was doubting, but heard a voice from afar.

Nan Qiao also heard the voice, and subconsciously thought it was the rescue officers and soldiers, and stood up to call for help.

Liu Chunian stretched out his hand and tugged at her, covering her mouth: "Don't make a sound, the sound is not right."

The voice gradually approached, Nan Qiao glanced through the gaps in the bushes, and it turned out that several monk-like people were dragging two women, one of whom had passed out.

Seeing that Liu Chunian was not an assassin, Dang even heaved a sigh of relief, and stayed motionless in the bushes with Nan Qiao.

"Let go of me! Help! Help!" The woman's stern voice sounded, full of despair, "How can you monks do such dirty things, aren't you afraid of going to hell!"

The group of monks laughed obscenely, and their obscene words were unbearable.

"This Huguo Temple is really a mess." Liu Chunian sneered a few times in his heart. He didn't know how Emperor Liang managed the country, and even the National Temple in front of him couldn't be rectified well.

Before she could react, Nan Qiao stood up abruptly.

Liu Chunian hurriedly grabbed her ankle, raised his head and asked her in a low voice: "What are you doing!"

"Master, didn't you see, they, they..." Nan Qiao stomped his feet, but he didn't finish speaking after all.

"I saw it, I saw it clearly." Liu Chunian stared at her firmly, and said indifferently, "But we can't take care of ourselves, how can we save others?"

Nan Qiao argued unwillingly: "Then do we want to watch those two girls be treated lightly by them?"

"Otherwise, what should you tell me?" Liu Chunian let go of his hands and folded his arms, "Do you still expect me to step forward and kill them all? Then let me tell you, I can't do it."

The woman's shrill cry for help sounded like a ghost in the middle of the night, making it impossible for Nan Qiao to ignore her. She knelt down and begged Liu Chunian: "Master, we can give it a try. What if we can save them?"

Liu Chunian seemed to be amused by her innocent words, and she asked Nan Qiao a little amusedly: "Tell me, why? Why do you want me to risk my life to save people?"

Nan Qiao was at a loss for words, but still looked at her pitifully.

"If you want to save them, then you can go." Liu Chunian didn't even look at Nan Qiao this time, and stared up at the bright moon in the sky, "You better hope that these fake monks are not the accomplices of those assassins, nor are they Knowing your identity as the Empress Dowager, I hope you can beat back a few strong men and save those two women by yourself."

"Or do you want to reveal your identity as the Empress Dowager, hoping to scare them away?"

Her words were full of obvious sarcasm, and the sharpness of her words was unbearable.

The woman's cry for help was still heard by Nan Qiao's ear, and her tears burst out immediately: "Master, how could you be like this..."

Liu Chunian kept a cold face, indifferent to her accusation.