Yang Xianmao did not attack the Jin army that rushed in, because these Jin troops did not find them. A few more came in, but they also left quickly, for there was nothing on the castle tower for them to plunder.

The sun seemed to sink under the mountains in the smoke and could not bear to watch the slaughter of the city, and the sky soon darkened, but the flames in the city did not diminish either. As the sunlight disappeared, the flames in the city became even more intense, and the raging flames reflected half of the sky. The shouts of killing did not stop, and the battle began with the breach of the city and continued into the evening.

At this time, the shouts of killing gradually turned into cries for help and crying, which should be the screams caused by the Jin army starting to rob the people all over the city. Yang Xianmao quietly got off the beam by night, and then went out to look around outside the city gate tower.

Sure enough, as he expected, there was nothing to rob on the city wall. The Jin army was not in a hurry to clean up the battlefield, so they were busy going to the city to loot property. There was no one on the tower, so Yang Xianmao returned to the beam and hung a few of them down with ropes.

At this time, Luo Laohan had already started to have a low-grade fever, and his stabbed left foot was hot, and signs of poisoning had begun to appear. Yang Xianmao must take them to escape from danger first, and then consider the issue of detoxification. Fortunately, this poison is not highly poisonous, and it will not kill the old man at once, and there is still time to think of a way for Yang Xianmao.

Yang Xianmao led them quietly to the city wall and hung them off the city wall with ropes. He opened the way in front of him, and paid special attention to the defensive equipment that might exist on the ground similar to the triangular nails, because the Song army was defending the city with not only triangular nails, but also many things that could cause damage by throwing them on the ground, and Yang Xianmao didn't want them to suffer new damage.

The moat was already full of siege ladders, so they easily crossed the moat from the ladder and stepped on the corpses outside the city. Outside the city, there were also many cavalry of the Jin army patrolling back and forth, ready to kill the Song soldiers who had escaped from the city. But when they met Yang Xianmao, their end had come. Yang Xianmao has blades everywhere that can be used to attack, and when the opponent approaches, Yang Xianmao throws a single knife or spear in his hand, and he can easily kill him.

Yang Xianmao killed a few Jin soldiers who rushed over, snatched their horses, helped Luo Laohan up, and tied him to the saddle with a belt. He turned over on another horse, led the reins of the horse that tied Luo Laohan and galloped out.

Luo Dakuang and Luo Xiaomei also got on their horses respectively and rushed out with him. On the way, he encountered several groups of Jin Jun's rangers who wanted to intercept them, but they were also easily killed by Yang Xianmao. Luo Xiaomei was still frightened at first, scared enough. But seeing that Yang Xianmao, who was likely to be his future husband, was so brave, he was relieved again.

Yang Xianmao didn't dare to stop, and galloped forward along the post road on horseback, and they ran out of dozens of miles in one go. On the way, they encountered a lot of Jin troops and the fleeing Song army, and some of the guerrillas wanted to rob them, but they were all quickly killed by Yang Xianmao. Now no matter who Yang Xianmao is, as long as he dares to attack them, Yang Xianmao is also unceremonious.

After dawn, Yang Xianmao led them out of the official road. Because the official road was the main passage for the Jin army to advance south, and it was also the main route for the Song army to break and escape, it was full of dangers. They often encounter cold arrows shot from hidden places on both sides of the official road, and if it weren't for Yang Xianmao's strong martial arts and quick response, they would have fallen on the road.

Therefore, Yang Xianmao chose to leave the post road and run south along the mountain road, and it was much safer after leaving the pipeline, and there were almost no soldiers on the road, and they ran from dawn to darkness in one breath.

Although the mountain road is rough and much slower than the speed of travel on the official road, it is safe.

When it got dark, they stopped at a hill. Here you can overlook the situation under the mountain, once an enemy is approaching, you can immediately detect it, so Yang Xianmao chose to stop here to rest.

They had been running for a day and a night, barely eating or drinking on the way. Fortunately, on the way here, Yang Xianmao carried a large bag of food and drink. Took it out immediately. Luo Laohan shook his head and said that he couldn't eat, he felt that his whole body was weak, groggy, and wanted to vomit, Yang Xianmao knew that he was getting more and more toxic.

Yang Xianmao didn't have any medicine at hand that could be used to detoxify, and he couldn't think of any medicine that could deal with this poison, because as far as he knew, there was no antidote to this poison.

Yang Xianmao could only let the old man lie down, and then let Luo Xiaomei and Luo Dakuang, brothers and sisters, use wet towels to cool down the old man. Yang Xianmao went up to a big tree, sat on the tree, and while checking the situation down the mountain, he thought in his mind what kind of recipe could remove the poison of the gold dust.

Yang Xianmao sat on the tree, his eyes glancing around. The night on the hill was quiet. It was late at night, and the moon hid behind the thin clouds, like a shy girl who was making a red girl through the curtains.

It was precisely because the moonlight did not illuminate the surroundings anymore that Yang Xianmao felt that something seemed to be moving in the shadows of the trees around him.

He didn't believe that it was his hallucination, because since he caught the black fox in the yamen and ate the fox's heart, Yang Xianmao had never seen anything strange that he had seen before and Luo Xiaomei had never seen.

Now Luo Xiaomei and her brother were taking care of the poison-haired old father under the big tree, Yang Xianmao originally wanted to think about the antidote to the poison on the tree, but when he felt that there was something in the shadows of the trees around him, his attention was attracted. Yang Xianmao carefully observed the movement in the shadow of the tree below, and there was something in the shadow of the tree, but it just flickered, and Yang Xianmao's gaze didn't even see what it was.

Yang Xianmao didn't deliberately look at the situation around him, he just waited quietly. He knew the thing would move closer to them.

What the hell is this thing? What do you want to do? Do you want to eat them, or do you want to scare them? Yang Xianmao was still leaning against the trunk of the big tree, glancing obliquely at the fleeting shadow below. This shadow appeared here for a while, and appeared there for a while, and the speed was extremely fast, and Yang Xianmao's martial arts could not do it.

Yang Xianmao was very nervous in his heart, he slowly touched the few copper coins in his hand, and the corner of his eye found those white shadows getting closer and closer to them.

At the moment when a white shadow flashed again, Yang Xianmao suddenly made a move.

Whoosh!

Two money darts streaked across the night sky, piercing through the leaves that stood in front of them, and at the moment when the white shadow was about to disappear into the leaves, it hit the white shadow and pierced through.

But no sound came, and the white shadow disappeared into the darkness as before. Almost at the same time, it popped up in another place, and then disappeared again. These two places are almost ten zhang apart, and if this is a person, he can move so far away in an instant, and at the same time there is no sound, which shows the high level of his martial arts.

Yang Xianmao was shocked, why did his money dart obviously hit that white shadow, but did not cause any damage to it, could it be that this white shadow also had terrifying invulnerability defense?

Yang Xianmao didn't want to believe this, because if this was the case, in the face of a ghost or immortal, as a mortal, he had no chance of winning, and there was no need to resist at all. But then again, if you don't resist, will you be helpless?

He would rather not believe that it was a goblin than that he could defeat it. So Yang Xianmao pondered why the two darts just now didn't work, was it because they didn't hit the vital point?

Yang Xianmao's mind flashed with inspiration, and he thought of a new countermeasure. He was still lying lazily on the tree, and he didn't make any further preparations, he just waited for the other party to appear again.

The other party was obviously not affected by the money dart sent by Yang Xianmao, and still appeared in another bush in a short time.

And in this extremely short moment, the money dart in Yang Xianmao's hand shot out silently again, and hit the lower part of the white shadow very covertly and accurately under the cover of mottled leaves.

Almost at the same time, the silver let out a terrible scream.

Immediately, in another bush ten feet apart, another white shadow swished. And Yang Xianmao unceremoniously shot the money dart, as if he was already waiting for his appearance, the money dart in his hand flew away like a shadow, the target was also the lower part of the silver, and the screams came out again.

A sneering smile appeared on the corner of Yang Xianmao's mouth, and he immediately jumped directly from the tall tree, hooking his hand on the horizontal branch halfway, like a relaxed ape, and landed on the grass in front of the white shadow closest to him.

He lazily brushed away the half-man-high grass with his hands, and saw a man in black holding a wooden shelf with a white dress hanging on it, and was squatting there in pain.

Yang Xianmao reached out and grabbed his belt and lifted him up. The money dart shot through his left leg and came out of the back. Yang Xianmao's estimate of this was very accurate, because it was not known whether the other party was the real enemy, and it was not appropriate to take his life directly. So just now, when he estimated that someone was playing a ghost, he took the position of a person with his normal height and shot a dart at his leg, and it hit accurately.

Yang Xianmao carried this person, and after a few ups and downs, he came to the other person who was shot down by him, and grabbed him. Yang Xianmao's shot was lower this time, and it shot into his calf, but it didn't pierce it, just cut a deep hole.

This person screamed miserably, and when he saw Yang Xianmao appear, he wailed: "The hero spares his life......!"

Yang Xianmao sneered: "Pretending to be a ghost and scary, and asking others to spare their lives, aren't you ghosts?"

The man from before gasped and said, "I'm sorry, hero, we, we didn't mean to harm you, we were just afraid that you would come to harm us, so we pretended to be a ghost and wanted to scare you away......"

Before Yang Xianmao could ask, Luo Xiaomei's voice came from under the tree in the distance: "Brother Yang, what's wrong?"