Li Qing looked at the empty courtyard and lost his mind, if it weren't for the fact that the tea in front of him was steaming hot, and the fire on the side had not been extinguished, Li Qing still thought that he had a dream.

Yes, in the past ten years, my life has been very peaceful, and I have not seen the burning, killing and looting of the Shanrong thieves. It's just that although I haven't seen it, don't these devilish deeds don't exist? Not to mention, the current case alone has nothing to do with it. Aside from those disciples of Sword Peak, the corpses of those bandits in the dense forests of Wild Wolf Valley prove that these people do not pose a threat to the clansmen in the young man's mouth, and they are not in the same place? If these monsters have some plans, why did they come here at the risk of being annihilated? Not to mention how many soldiers buried their bones in Qingshan in order to repay the wronged souls who died in vain today? It is ridiculous that he almost listened to the words of the traitor and doubted his elders.

Although Li Qing still had many questions in his heart, it was better to figure them out. Looking at the few blue bricks and tiles in front of him, he suddenly remembered that those missing Sword Peak disciples were still among them, and hurriedly cheered up his spirits and walked forward with a long knife.

Jian Qiushan watched as the monsters around him gradually retreated, disappearing in the fog, and ordered Ming Cheng to stop the pursuit of the army. In today's battle, the casualties of the army are not small, and I don't know what dangers are in the fog, and now it is the most important thing to find those Sword Peak disciples.

The wounded were simply treated, and hundreds of cavalry troops protected the wounded in the center, moving forward in silence all the way, with tragedy in the slaughter. The fog around gradually dissipated, the snowflakes had stopped at some point, and a full moon showed its face again, and the hazy clear light sprinkled all over, as if it was also coming to comfort the pain in the hearts of the soldiers.

Walking out of this forest, there is a courtyard in front of you, with green tiles and white walls, and the courtyard gate is wide open. Pei Baifa was worried that something was wrong, and personally led a team of sergeants to go first. When I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I heard the faint sound of cursing and crying in the courtyard, and dozens of long knives were raised at the same time, and they went straight to the door.

Pei Baifa looked at the scene in the courtyard and was a little stunned, around the pavilion in the middle, dozens of young men in Tsing Yi, some men and women, were sitting in the courtyard at the moment, some were crying in a low voice, some were scolding loudly, some were grinning and enduring the pain, and some were lying on the ground unconscious. Li Qing was busy bandaging the injured clumsily, occasionally comforting the teenagers, and a few lightly injured people helped on the side, handing Li Qing some medicine and cloth tapes. A young man in white sat quietly on the side, staring at the sky with dull eyes, as if he was stupid.

Pei Baifa was a little annoyed in his heart, these many soldiers fought desperately and rushed here for these goods? These goods who only knew how to cry like women and children were the elite disciples of the No. 1 Sect in the Northwest?

Pei Baifa carried a knife in one hand and moved forward silently, followed closely by dozens of flying tiger riders.

Although these Sword Peak disciples were rescued, today's battle had too much impact on these teenagers who were used to living a peaceful life. To be able to enter Jianfeng, most of these people are in a superior family, after all, where are those poor families willing to send their children to practice martial arts, wasting money in vain? It is better to use it as labor earlier.

These young people have not worried about food and clothing since they were children, and when they arrived at Jianfeng, they felt that they were high, and from then on, they no longer lived in the same world with those people under the mountain, but only practiced swords, and other arrangements of their own sects. Originally, I saw that there were meritorious deeds to be obtained today, and the only ones killed were some ants under the mountain, which was just an outing, but I met those vicious monsters. The brothers and sisters in the team are dead and wounded, and they are locked up here. They all thought that they were being used as rations by those monsters, and they were already frightened, and they cowered all day and didn't dare to say more. Today, a black-armored young man suddenly broke in, saying that the big guy was rescued, these people didn't dare to believe it at first, thinking that it was a monster testing, looking at the open door, they didn't dare to take a step. When Li Qing explained in every possible way, these people mustered up the courage to come out, and when they saw the light of day, the fear and anger that had been suppressed for a long time, as well as the shame and self-blame that they didn't want to face, came out of their heads, like shrews in the hospital.

Suddenly, there was a solemn breath in front of them, and the cold killing intent mixed with the bloody breath came, and the young people thought that the monster had been killed again, and they were so frightened that they ran and shouted, and some of them actually fled to the house.

"Woo-" The low military horn sounded, and the young men in the courtyard stood still as if they were frozen by magic, and it took a long time for someone to react, looking at these iron-blooded sergeants in front of them, the teenagers knew that they had really been rescued this time, crying and laughing, and hugging each other.

Jian Qiushan stopped Pei Baifa, who was about to step forward, and shook his head gently, and hundreds of sergeants stood quietly, just waiting in silence.

After a while, these teenagers were tired and gradually quieted down, and Jian Qiushan stepped forward to examine the injuries of the teenagers with the medical staff of the army. Ordering the sergeant to take a group of young men and take the wounded again, Jian Qiushan ordered Pei Baifa to lead the army to escort the wounded brothers back to Guiliu City for treatment, while he took Li Qing and Wei Chen to lead the wind chasing archers to escort these surviving Sword Peak disciples back to the sect.

These disciples were frightened and frightened all day, and at this time they were in the midst of the army, and their minds were relieved, and after a short time, they fell asleep one by one. After this toss, when I saw the Sword Peak Sect from afar, it was already more than half of the hour. Some disciples on duty had already seen a group of black-armored cavalry marching towards this place from afar, and they had the intention to stop them, but when they saw that these sergeants were permeated with murderous intent and a strong bloody aura, where did they dare to step forward, and rushed in all the way to report to the division commander.

Before Jian Qiushan led the army to the sect, he saw a young man in Tsing Yi holding a sword and looking at him with some fear, and he was a little amused in his heart. Could it be that this is the sect that the Holy Lord deliberately wants to regulate? For this reason, the Thunder Mansion has been set up, and the Thunder God will personally command and supervise the various sects, which is inevitably a bit overkill.

Just thinking about it, a figure came from a distance on the mountain road, it was the Wind Hall Master who met in the Wild Wolf Valley last night, and a young man behind him was desperately chasing after him, but he was chasing farther and farther.

Jian Qiushan didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly dismounted, and waited quietly.

"Master Jane, but you have found news of those disciples?" Feng Poge looked very anxious, and asked in a loud voice. Seeing Jian Qiushan's forehead, half of his heart fell. Running closer, glancing at the young man who was sleeping on horseback, the original dark face of the Wind Hall Lord seemed to be even darker, he snorted coldly, and turned his head to look at Jian Qiushan, "I really tired Lord Jian today, and I have been busy all night for these unsuccessful things." Originally, these should have been done by Feng, but the injuries of the daughter of the city lord of Lu City could not be delayed, and Feng could only be one by one, and I hope Lord Jian will forgive me. When he came, Feng sent someone to prepare a wine and dinner, so he invited Master Jian and the brothers into the sect to drink hot tea and take a break, how about it?" Feng Poge's stiff face squeezed out a few smiles, although it was ugly, it was very sincere.

Originally, Jian Qiushan felt that this was Jianfeng, and he was an official of the imperial court, so he didn't want to enter it, so as not to keep the truth in the future. Seeing these Sword Peak disciples again today, they were even less interested. It's just that the steamed buns are still in the sword peak now, and they are somewhat relieved, not to mention that these men who followed him all night are not iron-clad, where can they not be tired after fighting all night? As soon as he thought of this, Jian Qiushan also smiled and arched his hand, and walked towards the mountain road with the wind and song. Feng Poge glanced at the cavalry behind him, hesitated slightly, but finally didn't say anything more, and let the army ride away.