The rider kept urging the horses to speed up, the wheels spun rapidly with the horses' gallop, and the trees on both sides of the road swept back quickly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Dozens of horsemen were guarding the four carriages in the middle, and they were speeding forward, and the knights on the horses looked back from time to time with the same panic as the drivers of the carriages.

"Lang Jun, there is a fork in the road five miles ahead, I'm afraid I'm ......" Suddenly, a rider approached two of the four carriages and returned loudly.

"Order, everyone accelerated, Lu left and right, and went their separate ways. The voice that was the first to reply to him was sonorous and crisp, like gold and iron intersecting, with unquestionable firmness.

“…… No!" The knight heard the sound coming from the carriage with the bronze lamp, and at first frowned, then looked at another splendid sandalwood carriage, and when he saw the gentleman in it, he retorted before he answered loudly.

Then, at the behest of the knights, the dozen horsemen were quickly divided into two teams, one team only had thirteen or fourteen knights, and the other team had chariots and horses.

Just as the two teams had finished changing formations, the sound of horses' hooves rumbling from behind them was heard. The previous knight turned his head to look, only to see a team of hundreds of people rushing after him, and the sound of orders could be faintly heard.

Obviously, the leader of the other side has also discovered the intersection ahead, and at this critical moment, it seems that he has decided to fight again, so the other party no longer plays tricks like cat and mouse, but sends a lot of soldiers, intending to guard the intersection and never allow the two teams to flee separately.

"Heh, it seems that Ren Wei has really made up his mind today. The slightly lazy voice reached the knight's ears, which shook his spirit, and then, on the empty road, suddenly a bright flute sounded, and everyone looked for it, and the sound of the flute came from the splendid carriage.

The flute is clear and clear, and a raised voice brings away the urgency of being chased, and a low cry tells the tossing and turning. The occasional rapid jumping, as if mimicking the broken branches that a horse keeps stepping on when it runs, and the occasional winding blow, seems to be a almost inaudible sigh when stepping out of Jiankang......

"Lang Jun ......"

"Lu Jialangjun is really courageous. ”

"Lu Qilang is really interested. ”

The flute sounds tactfully, but the listener's reaction is very different. Some people burst into tears on the horse, others sneered in the car, and some people talked and laughed freely among the soldiers.

It's just that no matter how beautiful the sound of the flute was, the pursuers behind him did not slow down the pace of pursuit, and it was less than a mile away from the fork in the road, and finally, the carriage was still overtaken.

As the carriage and the guards were surrounded by soldiers, a man wearing bright light armor and a tall war horse with extremely tightly wrapped armor appeared behind the two rows of soldiers, and as he slowly appeared, a slightly snarky male voice came from under the thick armor:

"Lu Lang's flute is the best in the world, and it is really not the boast of the Jiankang clan. I wonder if Ren will be lucky enough to see Zheng Lang dancing the sword again?"

The "uproar" responded to him with the sound ......of the horses sinking their guns and halberds.

"Hah...... It is rumored that everyone in Jiankang is afraid of horses, and the blade is just a decoration, it seems that Ren has also seen his eyes in Jiankang in the past two years? This scholar clan has cultivated a group of warriors who are not afraid of horses! It's just that this blade doesn't seem to be sharp! Haha"

As soon as the words fell, the chasing soldiers all laughed, as if they had heard some big joke. The melodious sound of the flute was hit by this laughter, just like a gull and a bird being hit by the waves, and there was a sense of interruption for a while.

"Ren Wei, if you want to fight, you will fight!" The bronze cup shook, and the figure in the curtain flashed, only to see a red-clothed Langjun appear outside the carriage.

This Lang Jun has a good appearance—— a pair of long eyebrows fly obliquely into the sideburns, weighing slender and charming peach blossom eyes, under the high bridge of the nose, a pair of thin lips are full of grace.

There was a servant who brought the spare horse, this Lang Jun turned over, and rode on the horse, his movements were agile, and people couldn't help but praise it.

The armor man known as Ren Wei raised his hand to stop the laughter one after another, he looked at the red-clothed Langjun opposite, his face hidden under the armor showed a sneer, and his voice was still harsh and contemptuous: "I often hear that Zheng's San Lang is good and beautiful, as if the bright moon is shining on Huaishui, and now when I see it, it really deserves its name!"

When Ren Wei's soldiers heard this, they laughed again, and the laughter seemed to be even more cramped and mocking than the last time.

Zheng Mo's black eyes were rolling in black waves, and when he raised his hand, the spear that was originally placed on the horse's side was pulled out by him, his arm was forced, and with a push, the spear flew towards Ren Wei, and at this moment, the previous tactful flute seemed to be powerless to return to the sky, whimpered, and stopped.

At the moment when the flute stopped abruptly, the soldiers laughed wildly, and Zheng Mo threw the spear, "Zheng!" A string sound, which was actually connected to the previous flute whimper, this string sound seemed to pierce some kind of taboo, and then everyone present seemed to fall into a maze woven by the piano player.

As the sound of the piano rose into the air, it gradually became ethereal, and the sound of rustling footsteps from all directions gradually became the main theme of this feast.

Ren Wei was startled by the sound of the piano, and then there was a pain in his chest, it was Zheng Mo's spear that arrived, he was just startled by the sound of the piano, and he lost his mind for a while, so that he lost the opportunity to dodge, and in a hurry, he only had time to twist his body slightly, and let the spear hit the heart guard, Rao is so, he still felt a pain in his chest, and a bloody breath surged up in his throat.

"General!"

When the soldiers saw that Ren Wei was injured, they immediately panicked, and the deputy general hurriedly stepped forward to check, after all, Ren Wei has been engaged in more of the work of planning for many years, and this time the king of Henan was able to send Ren Wei to come, more because of his overall planning ability. But I don't know why, they just arrived here, and the general was excited by Lu Zhan's flute sound, and actually walked to the front by himself.

"Nothing. Ren Wei breathed a sigh of relief, held back the pain in his chest like an explosion, and wanted to say something more, but there was a clearer sound in his ears, obviously the army that had been supported by the sound of the piano before was closer.

The sound of the piano is loud, soothing but slowly approaching with a clear sense of oppression. At this time, as the sun gradually set, in the gloomy woods, there were already shadows of human figures, who did not come too close, but only stopped half a mile away from them, and were enclosing the fork in the road.

In the blink of an eye, the originally tense people on both sides became nervous, and those figures stopped all movements after forming a net-like encirclement, leaving only the sound of the piano like flowing water, which kept entering everyone's ears, bringing a sense of urgency round after round.

"It's a ghost!!"