Shanhedu

"What?!"

Tu Sheng twisted his face and looked back at Ling Xiao, he and Jun He had disappeared.

The ambushers who came up from behind were all wearing black outfits.

They masked their faces in a serious manner, like a gang of thieves.

Seeing Tusheng still looking back, Qing Shui stretched out his hand and slapped him crisply, forcing him to turn his head away.

The fierce order, "It's good to watch the road, you bastard!"

The fierce horse was galloping in the wind, Tusheng looked away, and followed Fugui in front of him to speed up.

"What about Ling Xiao and the others? They don't have any horses anymore."

Native asked him honestly and loudly.

"It's enough for Jun He to be protected by Ling Xiao! You should worry about the four of us!"

"understood!"

The wind outside the distant mountains was light and the clouds were calm. Half an hour later, Tu Sheng and his party rode to a bustling town, but Jun He and Ling Xiao were nowhere to be found.

On the other side, Ling Xiao, who hadn't run far, took Jun He to hide under a cliff.

They walked to the edge of the cliff on the way out of the sight of the pursuer, and finally had no way to go.

Seeing that the only way behind him would soon be bet by those people, Ling Xiao put all his eggs in one basket bearing the injuries behind him.

It was the first time that Jun He saw Ling Xiao pull out the Sword of Chopping the Wind behind him, the blade of the sword shone with a cold and murderous aura.

Ling Xiao swung it horizontally, and it seemed that he could cut off the east wind.

The situation is urgent, Ling Xiao is not afraid of those people, those who know the current affairs are Junjie, he is injured and takes Junhe alone, I am afraid that so many people chasing and killing Junhe will not be good for Junhe.

With one arm, he hugged Lancaojing's waist vigorously, told him not to be afraid, and jumped off the cliff with Jun He's screams in his ears.

They didn't really jump down, there was a protruding rock on the cliff, Ling Xiao's eyebrows were raised and protruding, and he quickly stretched out his sword and inserted it into it.

The blade of the sword, which was cut into iron like mud, was firmly stuck under the convex rock, and half of Zhanfeng was sunk in the rock wall. Their bodies did not fall again. All the fulcrum came from Ling Xiao's left arm holding the hilt of the sword.

Jun He raised his head from Ling Xiao's arms, and was about to look down the cliff when Ling Xiao above his head stopped him.

"Don't be afraid, Miao Miao, we'll hide here for a while, and when those people leave, I'll take you up, don't look down."

Jun He groaned twice, and raised his head obediently, his small face looked extremely aggrieved.

"Brother, your back is hurt."

Ling Xiao shook his head indifferently, "It's okay, a little injury."

They were flying in the air now, Jun He hugged Ling Xiao's neck tightly with both hands, and Ling Xiao tightened his arms around his waist.

"We, will we die?" Lan Caojing sniffled.

"Does Miao Miao trust brother?"

Jun He tightened his hands, and nodded to Shang Ling Xiao's deep eyes.

"Brother is the most powerful person in the world, I believe in him."

Ling Xiao's heart was extremely touched. He finally understood why he was willing to take him out of the mountain and protect him desperately along the way when he just met the little beauty in front of him.

Because Jun He always trusts himself without reservation, in Jun He's eyes and heart, he is his elder brother, or in other words, he is the only person he can rely on.

If it weren't for the current environment, Ling Xiao might have said to Jun He what he wanted to say the most.

It's a pity that they are in a desperate situation at this moment, and there is no easy time for them to talk about love.

Ling Xiao withdrew his greedy gaze from Jun He's eyes, and Feng frowned and looked up.

Ears pressed against the rock wall, the sound of chaotic footsteps getting closer.

"Hush." ​​Ling Xiao lowered his voice and leaned into Jun He's ear with a serious expression.

Jun He panted at an extremely slow speed, fearing that the people chasing from above would hear the slightest movement, so he didn't dare to blink his eyes.

The cold weapons collided with each other on the cliff, and the men in black who were chasing them stood on top of them to discuss one or two, and the leader was angry to let Ling Xiao, the scourge, go away again.

After half a cup of tea, Jun He hugged Ling Xiao's neck and didn't hear any movement above. Ling Xiao finally pulled out Zhan Feng and flew up with Jun He.

Landing on the flat ground, Ling Xiao pulled Jun He to hide in the tall thick grass with pale lips, and then leaned against the tree behind him to breathe heavily.

Jun He looked left and right, and when he looked back at Ling Xiao, he realized that his complexion was pale, as if the blood in his body had been drained.

"Brother, brother?" Jun He worried about him, leaving Junmei aside, "What's wrong with you, brother?"

When he was on the rock wall, Ling Xiao didn't feel the wound, but now he was sitting on the ground, and the wound on his back hurt like salt water.

The wound seemed to widen and split open again, Ling Xiao took a breath with his scalp numb.

The four of Qingshui, who were hiding in the corner of the street in the town, carefully checked the surroundings, and no one caught up, so they led the horse and mixed in the crowd.

But this town looks really strange, there are signboards hanging at the door of each house, they are all homely shops, but none of them are open for business, only the incumbent wandering around on the street.

Qing Shui communicated with Jun He with the voice of his heart, and learned that they escaped the pursuit of the group of people in the forest.

But Ling Xiao was injured behind him, and now Junhe is helping him to walk with difficulty, but Lan Caojing doesn't know where they are.

There was no way to go back to find someone, so the four people here were anxious, Qing Shui rubbed the Tianling acupoint worriedly, and felt the movement from Jun He again in his heart.

"Brother, brother, he fainted, Qing Shui, what should I do..."

The weak orchid grass spirit wept helplessly, shaking Ling Xiao who was unconscious on the ground, hoping that he would open his eyes quickly.

"Blood, my brother has blood all over his back, woo woo, Qing Shui, is my brother going to die..."

"Brother, brother... Brother is awake! Brother is awake..."

Slowly opening his eyes in the comfortable softness, Ling Xiao only felt a burst of heat in his back, but he didn't feel any pain.

Opening his eyes for a moment to adapt, Ling Xiao saw a relatively flat brick floor and boots neatly placed on the ground. Is he...in someone else's house?

Ling Xiao was lying on a quilt, alarm bells ringing in his heart, where is Junhe? !

Immediately afterwards, he heard hurried footsteps, raised his head and turned his gaze to the door, and ran in like a clear shadow and a breeze.

Jun He ran to the edge of the bed, squatted down and looked up at him with joy on his face.

"Brother, you're awake, does your back still hurt?"

It was already dusk outside the window at this moment, and Ling Xiao still wanted to ask them where they were. An old man with white hair and high bun in coarse linen came in at the door, followed by an old woman.

Little Lancao said "ah", and stood up to make room for the old man with a kind smile on his face.

"Grandpa, look at my brother, does his wound still hurt?"

Ling Xiao nodded towards the two old people, and said sincerely: "Thank you two old people for your help. The younger generation and... and my brothers are very grateful."

"Don't be polite, don't be polite," the old man held Ling Xiao's shoulders as he was about to get up, "Your wound can't be moved, be careful when you tear your flesh, and lie down more securely."

"Yes, thank you, sir, for treating my wound. I hope the two of us didn't cause any trouble to the two old men."

The old lady standing behind put down the wooden tray, "No trouble, but the brother who carried you all the way down the mountain was very sad. My old man met you when he went up the mountain to collect firewood. At that time, this little brother was already crying. "

Ling Xiao's heart was moved, and he looked sideways at the little orchid grass spirit who was standing aside, smiling sweetly at him.

Looking back, thank you again.The old man leaned over to check the wound on his back, and told him not to make any major movements for the next seven days.

The wound on the back cut into the surrounding cortex when Ling Xiao pulled out the arrow, so that it split into a palm-wide opening.

The old man stitched him up with a needle and thread, and it will take some time to heal the wound.

The wound was fine, and the old woman told him to finish the light meals on the tray, and she said a few words of concern, and closed the door when she walked out.

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand towards Jun He, who was all covered, Lan Caojing stood in front of him knowingly, and put his hand into Ling Xiao's open palm.

"I'm scaring you." Ling Xiao held his limp little hand, and looked at Jun He gently.

Lan Caojing nodded, and Ling Xiao caught the flash of fear in his eyes, as well as the red eye sockets.

"My brother's back is bleeding a lot. Qing Shui doesn't know where we are. Jun He wants to carry his brother on his back, but he hasn't opened his eyes after walking for a long time..."

When he said this, his tone was low, and he recalled the unhappy time in the first half of the day, and the more he thought about it, the more helpless he became.

Ling Xiao rubbed his callused fingertips against Jun He's white back from practicing swords all the year round, "Brother was in too much pain at the time, Miao Miao did the right thing, Miao Miao is great."

When Jun He heard his brother praise him, he felt much better, and with a slight arc in the corner of his mouth, he added another sentence.

"But my brother is really heavy. When I carried my brother on my back, you almost pushed me down."

Ling Xiao, who was in a bright mood, chuckled, "It's my brother's fault. Is it okay for my brother to stop eating in the future?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun He shook his head vigorously.

Breaking away from the hand held by Ling Xiao, he walked to the side and brought the rice from the wooden tray, and put the bowl of eggs down beside his hand with a serious expression.

"No, grandpa said, you have to eat to heal your wounds, Junhe doesn't need to eat, brother can't."

For such a caring little fairy, Ling Xiao felt that half of his body was sunk in the soft clouds in the sky.

Holding the bowl with one hand and pulling his hand with the other.

"I eat it, and Miao Miao must eat it too, otherwise you will get sick too, you know."

In fact, after Jun He said that he could not eat, he already regretted it.

Following his brother's words, he looked at him with a smile on his face.

"That's right, Junhe must eat too."

Ling Xiao had forgotten the pain, put down Jun He's hand, and let him sit on the stool by the table to eat.

Lancaojing was unwilling, perhaps because of a lack of security, she insisted on holding the bowl and eating next to Ling Xiao.

Brother Ling Xiao was about to be unable to suppress the restlessness in his heart, and he was thinking about how to make Jun He understand his feelings for him.

The old couple who rescued Ling Xiao and the others were called Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen.

This place is called Wolf-avoiding Valley. Uncle Wen was a hunter when he was young, and he rarely went hunting again in his old age. He treated Ling Xiao's injuries based on his experience when he was young.

Uncle Wen came again before the two of them fell asleep, and asked why Ling Xiao had an arrow wound on his back.

Ling Xiao answered him truthfully, but did not explain his identity.

After explaining, I was worried that Uncle Wen thought they were bad people, and then explained that there was no danger, so please don't worry about them.

Uncle Wen said that Jun He was a good boy at first glance, not a bad guy.

Finally, he checked whether the herbs and cotton cloth he applied on Ling Xiao's back were misplaced, let them rest well, and walked away.

At this moment, Ling Xiao was very grateful to Junhe for having a young and handsome face, watching Lancaojing wipe her hands and get on the bed, and crawled clingily to lie down beside her.

I don't know what the situation of the four of Qingshui and the others is now, Ling Xiao asked Jun He to contact Qingshui again.

Qingshui rode a horse and went eastward for an unknown distance, and now neither of them is where the other is. Ling Xiao thought about it and told the four of them to mark the road. The soldiers are divided into two groups.

Meet at a county town near the sea called A Shuiqu that Ling Xiao saw from the sheepskin base map.

After turning off the lights, patches of moonlight poured on the window, and Jun He was also lying on the bed, insisting on squeezing into Ling Xiao's arms to sleep.

Ling Xiao mingled in the dark night, thinking about many things he might experience in the future, and his endless melancholy and worries turned into determination, he must go to Dongshan Jingyun.

Jun He bit his upper and lower lips back and forth to play, Ling Xiao finished thinking about things, and then saw the man in his arms with his eyes open in the faint moonlight.

The hazy brilliance spread on Jun He's face, casting a layer of maturity that Jun He himself did not have.

Ling Xiao called him softly, "Miao Miao."

My brother finally took care of me!Lancao Jing quickly turned her face away.

Looking at the little beauty who suddenly turned her face away, Ling Xiao painted his watery eyebrows with fiery eyes.

"Will you... I mean, apart from Qing Shui and the others, there is only you and me.

Wealth is obsessed with oil and salt, and we are in love with each other.

Would you like to be with me all this life? "