On the leading carriage, Wang Yuegang suppressed the injury, although he did not hesitate to spend a lot of cultivation, but the result was unsatisfactory, a thick sadness floated in the carriage, with the ups and downs of the mountain road, Wang Yue's mood also rippled.

After being silent for a long time, Wang Yue suddenly said angrily: "There are only seven or eight realm cultivators in the Central Plains, why is there no trace of familiarity with the aura of the man in black, is it a new cultivator?"

Encountering this situation, anyone has emotions, and feeling Wang Yue's anger, He Jianming is much calmer, after all, in his opinion, there is not much difference between a year and a day.

He Jianming had already run out of oil at this time, his face was bloodless, and now he was just relying on his strong cultivation and Wang Yuedu's spiritual power to forcibly continue his life.

He thought quietly for a while, and thought of another possibility: "Maybe it's wearing a magic weapon to cover up the aura, after all, most of the treasures in the world belong to Rock City." ”

Wang Yue listened to his words and became even more annoyed: "Since those two only imprisoned the Cheng family, why do they have to arrest Cheng Xiaoxi back?"

This question is indeed more complicated than the previous one, even if He Jianming sees through the world, he can't draw a conclusion, so he replied casually: "Maybe Shengzun didn't think about letting the family disappear!"

He Jianming said casually, but it seemed reasonable, Wang Yue thought about it, so it made sense, he patted the table, and said strangely: "Could it be that these are those two behind the scenes?"

The atmosphere was silent again, and the two old men looked out of the car window in different directions, but they were thinking about the same question, that is, the future.

After pondering for a long time, He Jianming sat up strongly, he was stubborn and strong in his life, how could he stand lying down like a waste person all the time, as his dry and pale lips opened and closed, several very slight voices sounded in the carriage:

"Wan Ze Realm, leave it to you. ”

"Academy, I'll leave it to you. ”

"Cheng Xiaoxi, the same will be handed over to you. ”

"In the future, remember not to be reckless, and discuss everything with the realm lord and Old Ghost Qin. ”

"If it's a stream, then you decide for yourself, and you have your own discernment in your heart. ”

......

Although the barren mountains and mountains are difficult to walk, and there are many delays, these twists and turns are nothing compared to returning to southern Xinjiang alive, and within a few days, everyone gradually got used to it.

The only one in the team who still complained was Cheng Xiaoxi's senior brother He Mao.

He Fatzi has never walked much on the flat road since he was a child, and a trip to the Northland Wasteland will cost him half of his life, and now he is going over the mountains and mountains, and the whole carriage is dangling, it is simply moving forward in the wilderness, and his old man has already had back pain, which is unbearable.

He endured the bumps along the way, and the most unacceptable thing for him was the speed of the carriage, which took him dozens of miles in half a day. Now that he had been away from that village for ten days, he had not yet left the Central Plains Territory, and he was afraid that if he continued like this, he would die on his own accord before the enemy appeared.

The scenery outside the window is also tired of seeing, the same landscape, the same blue sky and white clouds, the same flowers and plants, and the difference is his mood.

From the initial eagerness, then to unbearable, and then to the madness at this time, he simply didn't want to stay in the carriage for a moment, no, no, no, not for a moment, but he would never ride in the carriage again in his life.

Cheng Xiaoxi listened to him complain, while watching him rub his legs and ass, all kinds of tricks were done, but it still failed to alleviate his pain.

Looking at him in a different position, Cheng Xiaoxi said casually: "If you endure it any longer, it shouldn't be far away." ”

It's just that Cheng Xiaoxi didn't say it, but when he said this, He Fatzi immediately jumped up, pointed at Cheng Xiaoxi's nose and scolded, "You said this five days ago, and you still said this three days ago......"

I have to say that as a junior brother, Cheng Xiaoxi made He Fatzi's temperament clear, and without waiting for He Fatzi to make trouble again, Cheng Xiaoxi waved his hand and sent a spiritual power over, wrapped in He Fatzi's round buttocks, and said with an affirmative face: "Senior brother, believe me once." ”

Feeling the slightest coolness coming from under his buttocks, and looking at the real eyes of his junior brother again, He Fatzi's heart softened, and he lay back again, and said proudly: "I will believe you again!"

It's just that along the way, even Cheng Xiaoxi can't remember how many times the senior brother has believed in him. Every time He Fatzi made a fuss, he came and went quickly, and even Cheng Xiaoxi felt that the senior brother was only afraid that he was doing this on purpose, just to deceive his spiritual power.

......

And so the days passed, and in the blink of an eye, another four days passed. The convoy finally reached the plain area, and a large river appeared in front of it, and the waves were turbulent and the sound of the waves was endless.

Here is the last obstacle to the return to southern Xinjiang, Tuojiang.

The world is impermanent, and the surging river that has guarded southern Xinjiang for thousands of years has become a desperate moat at this time, blocking everyone's way back to the south.

This is the plan of Wang Yue and He Jianming, to take everyone through the barren mountains and mountains of the Central Plains, directly from the Tuojiang River, and directly to the southern Xinjiang, so as to ensure that their whereabouts are hidden and not discovered.

Maybe at this time, Qinglong City was already in full battle, just waiting for them to appear.

Abandoned the carriage, the group followed the two old men to the riverbank, the way back was close at hand, everyone was overjoyed, where would they pay attention to He Jianming's cough step by step, staggering appearance.

Come to the shore, into a small stream to look around, only to see the river continuous, undulating waves, hundreds of zhang wide on both sides of the bank, the natural magic is fully manifested here, such a desperate situation, how to survive?

Just as he was immersed in the river waves, a warship rode the wind and waves and sailed up from downstream, and as the distance got closer and closer, Cheng Xiaoxi found that the word Wanze was floating on the mast.

The speed of the warship is naturally very slow, and I am afraid that it will take half a moment to arrive. Just when everyone was cheering, there was a sudden vibration of the ground under his feet, and He Jianming immediately turned his body and set his eyes on the plain behind him.

The shaking became stronger and stronger, and soon, the sound of horses' hooves came from behind him, muffled and dreary. Cheng Xiaoxi looked back, but saw that on the plain, a team of more than a thousand horsemen was rapidly approaching the shore, and the knights were all dressed in black, and at the front of the team, two war horses with reddish-brown manes ran the fastest, and they were only a few hundred paces away from them.

At this moment, He Jianming's legs exerted force, jumped up, and jumped directly out of a few zhang away, the old and thin body burst out with a shocking momentum in an instant, and after landing, he drew his long sword and ran quickly, facing the sun and the wind, and rushed towards the black-clothed team.

In the wind, a sigh floated over: "Remember what I said!"

Cheng Xiaoxi heard it, Shangguan Li heard it, He Fatzi heard it, Yang Yamei heard it, Zuo Yulin heard it, everyone present heard it, but Wang Yue couldn't hear it, or rather, he didn't want to hear it.

Cheng Xiaoxi only saw the fat master suddenly kneeling on his knees, heading in the direction of He Jianming's running, his expression was sad, his face was wet and salty, he slapped his chest fiercely, and shouted bitterly: "Don't dare to forget!"

Tuo Jiang also seemed to want to help him, and in an instant, the river wind suddenly rose and blew straight towards the shore, and by the way, He Jianming's cry was rolled up and blown to the ears of the old man who was running towards death.

The white-haired old man heard the voice behind him, and he didn't have any worries at the moment, and with a pull of his left hand, the speed was suddenly much faster, and his head was full of silver filaments to the wind, just like his character, slightly stronger and stronger!

In the boundless grief, the warship finally arrived on the shore, everyone burst into tears, looking at the smoke and dust rolling behind them, He Fatzi sat directly on the ground, crying bitterly: "Grandpa......"

The boat had already docked, and more than a dozen soldiers came down from above, pulling everyone up one by one, and with the rush of the river, the speed became faster and faster, heading downstream.

At this time, countless black dots suddenly appeared in the sky, dense, overwhelming, shooting towards the warship, and as the distance approached, the sound of the road breaking through the air reached everyone's ears.

"Defense!"

Wang Yue shouted urgently, and pushed the two closest youths into the cabin with his backhand, and ran towards the other youths standing on the board.

He was full of brilliance, but the restless spiritual power highlighted the turmoil in his heart, countless sharp arrows flew on his body, and were bounced out, after a good "clanging", everything was calm again, and the warship sailed away, leaving the range of the bow and arrows.

"Senior brother, junior brother!"

Just when everyone thought it was over, He Fatzi's shout sounded abruptly.

Just because he was shot in the creek.