[Jian Sanming and Tang Dynasty] Same return after different paths

"Hey! Captain, look, this is a person!"

"It looks like a Central Plains person! Let me see...he's still alive!"

"Looks like a Tang Sect disciple!"

"Why are people from the Tang Sect here?"

"Help me up quickly! It's important to save people!"

This was a returning caravan. They hurriedly carried Tang Ling onto the camel, saved Tang Ling's life, and brought him back to the Central Plains.

Tang Ling really left just like that.Nothing was left behind, but Lu Misheng's thoughts were taken away instead.

Ever since Tang Ling escaped, Lu Misheng had been unhappy, and he rarely even smiled.The one who felt the deepest was the girl, the depression and melancholy emanating from the senior brother almost overwhelmed her.

On weekdays, when not on missions, Lu Misheng always jumped up to the Hall of Light by himself.On the top of the hall, pour a glass of sake and drink alone against the moon.Several times, Lu Misheng heard Tang Ling calling his name behind him in a daze, and turned his head with a smile, but there was nothing.

The days passed.The little girl grew up chasing the butterfly day by day, and I don't know how many years passed, and it was the girl's coming-of-age ceremony in a blink of an eye.The little girl was given a correct name, called Lu Qi, and she could go out with Yingyue to perform missions.

Lu Misheng saw that his junior sister could now work with him behind him, and he couldn't help but lament that the years fly by and the time flies by.

At this time, Lu Misheng was a little more mature, his brows and eyes were a little more stable and serious, and he was even a little serious in front of others.

The influence of Mingjiao expanded very rapidly. During this period of time, many Guangming Temples have been built and even entered Chang'an.There are many disciples of the Ming Cult, and several dharma kings have successfully challenged the masters of various schools, gaining a great reputation.

But the Central Plains Wulin always felt that the Mingjiao was a crooked way of foreign evil spirits, and if it continued to develop, it might overthrow the Central Plains.

Therefore, the Tang Sect formed an alliance with the Beggar Gang, selected the elite of the sect, and rushed from Luoyang to Chang'an to destroy the Demon Sect.

Inside the Ming Cult, Yingyue had already found out the news and made arrangements, setting the ambush location at Fenghua Valley.It was July at that time, and the green maple was not red, falling high on the tree and swaying with the wind.

Mingjiao arranged this matter very thoughtfully, and Yingyue, as a sharp force, was in charge of the first stage of the surprise attack.As the captain, Lu Misheng led a group of disciples to lie in the woods.

Just as the disciples of the Beggar Gang of the Tang Sect passed by Fenglin talking and laughing, thousands of arrows roared towards them from both sides of the road!The Beggar Gang of Tang Sect who was caught off guard by being killed rushed to fight, and was naturally attacked by Mingjiao.Lu Misheng led the team and swooped down. The disciples in the team were all neatly dressed in white robes with hoods covering their faces, carrying a chilling aura.

Lu Qi followed Lu Misheng closely, bowed her waist and drew out her weapon.No matter who it is, as long as the clothes are not white, they will be served by machetes.Immediately, shouts of killing, cries for help, and the sound of changing weapons filled the entire Fenglin forest.

This is a bloody battle.With few enemies and many enemies, Mingjiao did not lose the wind, and his vicious moves almost killed him with one move. The corners of his clothes were splattered with blood, and the ground under his feet was also soaked in blood.

There was a shocking red in front of his eyes, Lu Misheng mechanically shot, killed, and shot again, his face was expressionless and the bloodthirsty interest before was gone, as if he was tired of killing.The disciples of the Beggar Sect were killed, and the Tang Sect also suffered heavy losses. The Jingyu branch was almost wiped out, and only the disciples of Tianluo were guarding the ground as a prison.The blood on the ground was sprinkled with poisonous mist, and the pungent smell was mixed and permeated.

One of the disciples of the Tang Sect was different, unlike other disciples who wore a half-face mask, but a full-face silver mask that completely covered his face.That man was very powerful, he injured many Mingjiao disciples, and several of them died in his hands.Storm-like attacks were fired from his crossbow, the hidden weapons were poisoned, and none of the disciples who were hit could get up.This is the first batch of attacks, and it will take some time for backup to arrive. If this consumption continues, the Ming Cult disciples may be wiped out.

This person is a serious problem!

Lu Qi wanted to make meritorious service, so while the man was concentrating on attacking ahead, she bowed and quickly dodged behind the man in a dark and diffuse manner.She raised the knife and was about to cut it down, but the man suddenly turned around and pointed the thousand receivers at Lu Qi.He can see her!

click.She heard the sound of reloading.

Just when the starvation bullet hit, Lu Qi yelled sharply: "Senior brother!!"

Lu Misheng, who was fighting fiercely, turned his head in amazement, just in time to see the scene of Lu Qi's blood splattered and the disciples of the Tang Sect standing among the remains.Lu Misheng's pupils tightened, he ruthlessly knocked down the enemy in front of him, and rushed towards Lu Qi's direction.

However, Lu Misheng didn't help Lu Qi directly, but stepped into the trap and slammed his knife at the Tang gate.

The hostile desert saber technique was unstoppable, that person did not expect Lu Misheng to be so desperate.One failed to dodge, and suffered the blow.A large stream of blood gushed out from his chest, the man was thrown to the ground, the mask fell to the side, and another mouthful of blood was sprayed on the ground.

The man bowed his head and turned his face sideways, and there was an ugly cross scar on his right cheek.

Lu Misheng was so shocked that he stopped breathing, even the blood in his whole body was almost congealed, and his mind went blank.

Tang Ling!

He hurt him again!

The scimitar in his hand seemed to be burning hot, burning his palm.Even though it was the end of summer in July, cold sweat overflowed from his palms.

Tang Ling was still on the ground, covering his chest with his hands, and dazzling blood red gushed out from his fingertips continuously.It was Tang Ling, why Tang Ling!God, why is it so good-natured to trick people!Lu Misheng had already put Lu Qi to the back of his mind, and it was Lu Qi who tried his best to tug at the hem of his clothes, which made him regain his mind.

Lu Misheng gritted his teeth, put Lu Qi behind his back with red eyes, and stretched out his hand carefully to hug Tang Ling who was frowning in pain.With the help of his feet, he flew out of the battlefield with Qinggong.

Lu Misheng's body was messy, his face was covered with blood, his white robe was soaked in blood, and his swords were also gleaming with blood.He gently placed Tang Ling on a green maple tree, stroked his long-lost cheek, turned and left with Lu Qi on his back.

Lu Misheng did not abandon Tang Ling in this way, but sent Lu Qi back to the camp behind and quickly turned back.Tang Ling passed out due to excessive blood loss, but Lu Misheng still carried him carefully.He took a deep look at the Mingjiao camp not far away, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, Lu Misheng took Tang Ling and fled Fenghua Valley.

The maple trees in Fenghua Valley are red, but they are bloody, the corpses in the maple forest are scattered all over the hill, the head of the Tang Sect has broken his legs, and the head of the Beggar Clan disappeared inexplicably, but it is not known whether they are alive or dead. Nothing to do. ?