[Sword Three] [Hua Yang] Qian Jixue

However, within half a year, Tongguan and Xijing fell one after another.Tiance Mansion fought and retreated all the way from the original capital, Ji Dao, and lost wave after wave of people.The Long Snake Valley dragged down most of the defenders, and there were fewer and fewer knights who got together again, and the hearts of the people became more and more scattered.

Before penetrating life and gaining a glimpse of the immeasurable fairy capital, Han Qingyun actually tasted what purgatory on earth is.

When they went to Longyou, they couldn't take anything else with them, and the lack of supplies was just enough to make it on their way.The little beggars along the street cried and grabbed his brother's robes, asking when they could come back and if they would.The aunt on the side folded her hands together, chanting with her head on the ground, begging the God of Da Luo to save them.

The senior brother shook his head in embarrassment, he couldn't help but brushed the little beggar away with his hand.

Han Qingyun stood on the side, his whole body was covered with soot, he was empty and wooden, he was so tired that he didn't know the joys and sorrows.

There are so many rivers and lakes, and gods, I am afraid that they will not be able to save the world.

In the end, Han Qingyun left with his seniors, leaving one hopeless place and going to the next hopeless place, no one knows what will happen afterwards.

Later in the day, it rained heavily, drenching the faces of pedestrians, but it also prevented Langya from chasing in a large area.Their personnel route is relatively safe, but they only dare to build a small fire, and gather together in twos and threes to roast.The torn and wet clothes were poked on the wooden pole near the fire one by one, and the drops of water dripped into the ashes, splashing a puff of smoke.

Han Qingyun didn't speak for a whole day, and meditated by the fire to adjust his breath, without making a sound.

He had never thought about such a situation before, never thought that it would be difficult to go on after half a hundred years of his life, and he never thought that his junior who was alive and kicking with him a few years ago would die in Tongguan.

Compared with the generals and soldiers who died at the front line, the camp where he and his brothers were located was actually much safer.Wu Fei often went out to rob and kill Spikes, destroyed tower defenses at night, searched and rescued soldiers and civilians in wild ravines, and cut off food and water for two or three days was considered light.

It's better than slaughtering people face to face, and it's better than civilians changing their sons to eat.

Not long after, there was a little commotion in the camp. It turned out that knights from the same road came to meet up. After a while of noise, it quickly became quiet again.

Han Qingyun's sea of ​​qi was damaged and disordered, and it would not be able to fill it up for a while. After sitting for a long time, he couldn't recover much of his energy, so he just stared at the beating embers, watching the flames change into a familiar face, and then changed into another face. The face of the enemy.

"Xiao Daoist, why are you in a daze?" Someone called out behind him.

Han Qingyun didn't pay attention to it at first, but then he could vaguely smell a trace of medicine in the smell of fireworks, which was bitter and lingering.

He turned his head in surprise, and what he saw was the bright red mole at the end of his eyes.

Mo Zhiqi was fully dressed and stood behind him. He looked a little haggard after not seeing anyone for a while, and his complexion was even worse. After meeting his eyes, he smiled naturally.

"Why did you come out of the valley?" Han Qingyun sniffed the familiar scent, and was a little dazed for a moment, "We...go to Longyou, and we have to defend the flanks of the evacuated barracks at any time, the road is dangerous."

"Most of the people from the training room have come out, and I can't always watch. It took them a long time to catch up with your team." Mo Zhiqi sat down next to him, "I'm not happy to see me." ?"

Han Qingyun hurriedly shook his head.

Wan Hua confidently handed over the water bag she carried with her, stared at his dry lips, and asked tentatively, "I won't take a shot today, okay?"

"You... what time is it?" Han Qingyun's eyebrows were knotted, he stared at him for a while, dumbfounded, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, took the water bag and shook his head again.

"Is the wolf tooth difficult to deal with? How did you make yourself like this?" Mo Zhiqi looked him up and down, added a branch to the fire, and moved back quickly.

Han Qingyun's complexion is not good, the outer shirt is still roasting on the side, and the rest of the clothes are half-dried and wrinkled together, and he looks embarrassed when he wears them.

He simply didn't answer, took a sip of water sullenly, and threw the water bag back.

"You have to take good care of yourself, otherwise, who am I going to compete with?" Mo Zhiqi winked at him, "Don't forget, I still have to beat you."

"You came here to compete with me?"

"otherwise?"

"...You're itchy if you don't scare me, right?" The previous depression somehow eased a lot with his arrival, Han Qingyun complained, his expression relaxed.

Mo Zhiqi looked at him and smiled: "Do you want to eat the glutinous rice dumpling? I packed it in a small bamboo basket, and there is still half of it."

"...Are you still taking this with you on your way?!"

The two of you talk to each other, and occasionally making a fuss is not like reminiscing about the old days.Another burst of noise sounded, and Senior Brother Chunyang hurried over, patted their shoulders, and whispered that there was movement.

The campfire was just extinguished here, and before the precautions could be taken, the sound of chariots rumbling over was heard.

Han Qingyun quickly picked up his outer clothes, Qingfeng unsheathed two arrows, pulled Mo Zhiqi behind the stone, stood sideways, and said, "Did you try to do it on the way here?"

Mo Zhiqi slowly held the ink pen in his hand, and drew a circle lightly: "Is this so?"

Someone fell down in the darkness.

Han Qingyun was stunned, somewhat relieved: "That's good, this time there is some trouble."

Maybe it was because they often harassed the other party and made the other party angry. Many people came, even the catapults drove over.While talking, Spike soldiers have already rushed into the camp.

Han Qingyun is used to killing enemies, so he draped his outer clothes on half his shoulders, swaying his sword energy and taking a step in the mud. Occasionally, he turned his head uneasy and looked at it, and saw Mo Zhiqi holding a small basket poking east and west, looking She doesn't look hurt.

Although the knights of the rivers and lakes can fight with one against three, they still suffer from facing the enemy head-on. They fight and retreat in groups of two or three, and the secluded forest is chaotic.A catapult rolled in, the rope was cut, and a few red-hot fuel balls were thrown head-on, and the woodland caught fire instantly.

Before Han Qingyun could adjust his breath properly, he coughed and took a few steps back after shooting out sword energy.Mo Zhiqi stood next to him, passed a burst of energy casually, bowed his head and let out an "oops", regretfully looking at the torn bamboo basket on the ground.

Seeing that the food he had guarded all the way was scattered all over the ground, Han Qingyun also felt it was a pity, seeing that the fire was getting fiercer, he quickly stretched out his hand to pull him: "Don't look, let's go."

He just got closer, and a big knife was inserted between the two of them impartially, and three or five Spike soldiers stared at this side.Mo Zhiqi immediately pushed him away with his backhand, only to see an arc of red light above his head, and the burning ball smashed down in the air.

Han Qingyun only heard an explosion, and the surrounding area was instantly ablaze, and then there was the voice of Wan Hua standing in the thick smoke and coughing: "You... you actually threw it to me!"

Han Qingyun couldn't speak, his eyes were wide open and he was frozen there, his hands were still in the posture of throwing the aura, unable to move, watching him laughing and coughing through the smoke.

"Oh, wait a minute." Mo Zhiqi found his ink pen, and brought down the Spike who got up from the ground.

"Hurry up! Back to the canyon!"

The senior brother who rushed over yelled something to them, Han Qingyun regained his senses, loosened his muscles and bones, and flew over to pull Mo Zhiqi away.

The catapults couldn't pass through the narrow valley, and they retreated quickly, but they were also chased by the Spikes.

"...You threw Zhenshanhe to me..." Mo Zhiqi flew behind Chunyang, raised his black sleeves and looked very happy, "I have eaten your Zhenshanhe!"

Considering his pace, Han Qingyun slowed down somewhat, seeing his happy appearance, he didn't know why: "Are you so happy?"

"This is the first time I have eaten Zhenshanhe!"

"..."

"It's the first time I ate your Zhenshanhe!"

"..."

"Last time you said..., do I...have you forced out your Zhenshanhe?" Mo Zhiqi panted, explaining to him persistently.

Han Qingyun frowned slightly, settled at the shaking signal, turned his head and said: "We don't need to fight anymore."

Mo Zhiqi was stunned, and suddenly lowered his face: "Why?"

"Because your south wind is not much slower than my throwing Zhenshanhe, I just..." Han Qingyun stood still, looked at the end of his drooping eyes, and sighed, "What else is there?"

"This way...wouldn't it be very boring in the future." Mo Zhiqi looked at him a little sadly, his eyes sparkling out of tune with the approaching danger around him.

Only Mo Zhiqi can talk about interesting and boring at this time. Han Qingyun looked into his eyes speechlessly, and unexpectedly calmed down a little. After exchanging opinions with his senior brother, he quickly said to him: "Retreating to the plains before dawn will greatly improve the situation." Unfavorable, now you can't get rid of it, you can only fight hard."

"Is it okay not to fight?"

"I'm afraid not."

"I think your complexion is not good." Mo Zhiqi looked at his pale face and said bluntly.

Han Qingyun shook his head, raised his sleeve to wipe the blood on the sword, raised the sword and stood at the gap in the rock, and swiped his wrist to draw two auras.

One creates Tai Chi, one breaks the sky, cuts off the path of the late comers, and makes the canyon glow brightly.

Mo Zhiqi followed him in, and then smiled at him: "I'll accompany you to beat others first."

"...Okay." Han Qingyun replied softly.

The friendship between life and death is nothing like this, Han Qingyun has been sparring with him for several years, and this is the first time that he has gone hand in hand with him.It's a pity that the situation is so bad that there may not be a chance to do it again.

The senior brother is also pessimistic. When the Spikes rushed over, they were already very weak. Two or thirty men were no match for an army. Now they can last for a while, and it is delusional to win.

As soon as he raised his head, the Spike soldiers who had been reorganized from the army had already rushed over like a tide.