flapping wings

The waning moon was in the sky, although the sky was dark, but the scenery was already faintly discernible, and the autumn wind was blowing gently on the body, bringing a piece of coolness.

When everything was silent, the grass suddenly moved, and a blood-stained person was struggling to get up, looking behind him in horror and despair.

Although there was no one there, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

Because he knew that the man was watching all this, and the other party tortured him for half the night, and seemed to enjoy the pleasure of killing, but every time he became hysterical in the middle of the encounter, giving him a chance to escape.

This was the third time he had escaped tonight, and he knew very well that he would not survive tonight.

He staggered forward a few steps, then fell back into the grass uncontrollably, he couldn't escape, he was injured too badly.

After he left Master and sneaked out in Guanlan City, he always remembered what he had promised the old man, not to meddle in other people's business, to be a man with tail between his legs, and to go back to the mountain alive to honor Master and the old man.

He knew why the old man didn't want him to get involved in this matter, because the old man had a withdrawn personality all his life, and he was the only apprentice, so he was extremely defensive.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst into tears, wondering what would Master do after he died?Will it be more withdrawn and difficult to get along with, will there be no vigil after death?

The man in black came slowly from a distance, and he was more than eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick body, with a silver mask on his face.

Therefore, those eyes are more prominent, and the whites of the eyes are covered with red blood, but they still can't block the shadow inside, like a monster that eats people.

Looking at the approaching monster, he rubbed back with difficulty, the grass under him was covered with blood flowing from him, "Why did you kill me? At least let me die to understand."

"I happened to meet you," the monster drew out his sword. It seemed that he was tired of playing the cat-and-mouse game and decided to make a quick decision.

"Mu Xiaoque, slow down," Qi Ping panted and chased after Mu Xiaoque. He jumped out of the wall from Hongyan City in the middle of the night. He has been on the road for more than two hours, and the other party still has no intention of taking a rest. He is obviously looking at him Express anger.

"Is it okay if I'm wrong?" Qi Ping hugged Mu Xiaoque's neck, stepped on the ground a little harder, and jumped onto Mu Xiaoque's back lightly, with his legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Come down," Mu Xiaoque finally slowed down. Seeing that Qi Pingan was lying on his back steadily, he didn't intend to come down at all. He directly found a tree and leaned against the trunk.

A muffled groan came from behind, and Mu Xiaoque leaned comfortably on the human flesh cushion and asked word by word: "What's wrong with you?"

"I shouldn't have teased you on the bed, and finally forced you to get up and go on your way." Qi Ping sniffed Mu Xiaoque's ponytailed hair, lay on the other's back intoxicated, and then defended himself: "It's not that I can't sleep Well!"

"What did I say?" Mu Xiaoque obviously didn't like his defense, and seemed determined to straighten things out.

"You said you can't sleep, so let me keep my eyes open until dawn," Qi Ping muttered angrily, obviously still thinking about the words, "You are not embarrassing me!"

"I didn't tell you to open your eyes," Mu Xiaoque seemed to find it too embarrassing to open your eyes, and what he meant was not to open your eyes.

"If you say you can't sleep, you won't sleep!" Qi Ping snorted heavily, "Besides, it's your own decision to get up and hurry, and I didn't say anything."

Mu Xiaoqueyan knife came over, Qi Ping put his head on his shoulder, and said unrequitedly: "I will let you hug me, and you will drag me up and go on the road. I don't want the horse anymore, and now I still have a relationship with me." Get angry and blame me for my mistakes."

"It was you who forced me to hug you," Mu Xiaoque no longer wanted to recall the past with him, and the other party could always downplay his own faults, pretending to be wronged, and tried to blame others, "Whose fault ?”

"My, my fault." Qi Ping's eyes were full of forbearance and concession, "I shouldn't be so timid, and would be so scared that I couldn't sleep when I saw the dead body. I should be stronger and be a man. Even if no one hugs me , no one hurts, you have to hug yourself tightly, and learn to lick your wounds alone in the middle of the night."

Mu Xiaoque twisted her back, Qi Ping let out a "hiss", and immediately changed his tone: "But it's wrong to disturb others' sleep no matter what!"

"Have you rested enough?" Mu Xiaoque looked up at the sky, the waning moon was hanging on the branches, and it probably wouldn't be long before dawn.

"I can't say enough, what are you going to do?" Qi Ping buried his face in the opponent's clothes, sniffing the scent that belonged to Mu Xiaoque.

Although this person is boring and difficult to get along with, he likes him so much that he can't get enough of him.

What can be done?Mu Xiaoque felt that she had picked up a particularly shameless thing, and could eat other people's disgust.

And forget about the pain when the scar is healed, give some good color, and you can make progress.

While he was thinking, a "whimper" suddenly came into his ears, Mu Xiaoque immediately stood up straight, supported Qi Ping back with his hand, and put him on the ground silently.

The two looked at each other and pointed in the same direction.

Qi Ping's brows were solemn, in this kind of wilderness where there are no lights and no lights, it is generally impossible for ordinary people who do not know martial arts.

They abide by the rule of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, knowing that night means danger, so they seldom go out.

Then he should be a Jianghu person who knows martial arts, but if a Jianghu person can make such a sound, it must mean that there is danger.

"What should I do?" Qi Ping made a mouth shape.

"Go and have a look," although Mu Xiaoque hesitated, obviously they have become the prey of others now, it is obviously unwise to meddle in their own business and make enemies for themselves, but just go and have a look.

The two stepped lightly all the way, even though the ground was covered with wild grass and covered with a layer of sparse leaves, they walked without making a sound.

Follow the faint screams to identify the direction along the way, and sometimes even stop to confirm each other.

Finally, the voice became clearer and clearer. The two came to a grassy slope, and Mu Xiaoque habitually held two copper coins in her hands, lying on her head and looking down at the scene below.

I saw two people below, one standing and one lying down, the standing one was raising the sword in his hand, and it looked like he was about to drop the sword.

Qi Ping suddenly exclaimed in a small voice: "Xuanxiu faction, Xiaobao!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword below had already been swung down, and Qi Ping's heart jumped into his throat.

He didn't have time to ask Mu Xiaoque about his decision, so he hurriedly got up from the grass, grasped the sword and was about to rush down, thinking that it would be good to attract the opponent's attention to buy some time.

However, to his surprise, before he could make a move, he saw the sword suddenly turn around behind him, with a ding sound, Mu Xiaoque and Qi Ping swooped down almost at the same time.

The former raised his sword towards the attacker, while the latter threw himself at Xiaobao's side, grabbed Xiaobao and threw it on his back, before retreating into the distance.

The man was obviously taken aback when he saw the two people who suddenly appeared, but he immediately came back to his senses, fighting with Mu Xiaoque, his eyes flashed with excitement.

There are still no routines in Mu Xiaoque's moves, as if all her movements follow instinct without any rules.

If you are a dragon soaring to the nine heavens, then he is a dragon slayer who cuts against scales and pulls dragon tendons.

Between opening and closing, no matter how the opponent flutters, he can always aim at the vital point, as if he knows where the opponent's weakness is by nature.

Although the man was struggling under Mu Xiaoque's sword, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he even revealed a burst of excitement.

It's not like a life-and-death struggle, but it's like the appreciation when you see a promising young junior.

The more Mu Xiaoque looked at his martial arts, the more strange he became. This set of martial arts is obviously a mixture of righteous ways. What's even more shocking is that this person doesn't seem to use his own martial arts at all, and has been entangled in other martial arts. fight.

Although Mu Xiaoque didn't have any other martial arts inheritance, he still had some insight. This person used one or two moves of Xuanxiu School from time to time, and after a while, it seemed to switch to the moves of Yuquan Temple.

Sometimes the sword is made to look like a whip, and sometimes it is changed from stabbing to chopping, which is obviously a move in the sword technique.

He was very surprised, this person seemed to be trying to test him, and never thought of fighting with his life.

He thought about the other party's martial arts methods, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before, and being able to use each of the martial arts moves one by one for his own use was enough to prove the other party's martial arts attainments.

This kind of people, the heads of various sects may be able to achieve this point, not to say that the younger generation can't do it, but to be able to achieve this step requires both time and vision.

The two fought back and forth with dozens of moves, but they still couldn't control each other. Mu Xiaoque noticed that the redness in the man's eyes was slowly fading, but when the fight was in full swing, he didn't care about this slight change.

After making a few more moves, suddenly, the man quickly retreated back with the strength of his oblique stab, and he was in the distance in a blink of an eye.

When Mu Xiaoque reacted and chased after him, the man had already turned into a small black spot in the distance.

During Mu Xiaoque's fight, Qi Ping has been helping Xiaobao bandage his wounds.

I don't know how Xiaobao provoked this person, but he was covered in bruises, the tendons in his hands were almost destroyed, and there were countless internal injuries. He was a different person from the vigorous and vigorous appearance.

He could only rely on his little zhenqi to barely protect Xiaobao's heart veins. Now that the trauma has stopped bleeding, whether he can survive this test can only depend on Xiaobao himself.

Mu Xiaoque came over to touch Xiaobao's pulse, his brows became more and more frowned, after a while, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a black pill, stuffed it into Xiaobao's mouth, sighed and said: " Then it's up to his own fate."

"Who is that masked person? Is it someone from the Demonic Way?" Qi Ping thought of the two corpses in the inn, and naturally thought of the Demonic Way to seek revenge.

He looked at Xiaobao again, wondering if the two people in the inn killed him, he can only ask these questions after he wakes up.

"It's not like that," Mu Xiaoque shook her head: "Among the righteous and the devil, I don't look like a person of the devil's way, and I have never heard of such a person in the righteous way. But if he is not a person of the devil's way, what is the purpose of killing Xiaobao?" ?”

Mu Xiaoque must have also thought of those two corpses.