Han Zhe woke up in a hazy night, and saw the pebbles on the dark river bank emitting a cherry red shimmer, like splashing stars, beautiful and elegant.

Dragged out half of his body that had been soaked in the water for an unknown amount of time, endured the pain and untied the heavy armor on his body, rested breathlessly for a while, and tried to stand up, only to find that one of his thighs was no longer sensational.

"Where is this?" He didn't panic, but looked at the unfamiliar environment and wondered, the collar of his upper body spread out slightly, revealing the string of snow-white Bodhi beads, which seemed to emit wisps of white smoke in the cold moonlight.

"I have to go back as soon as possible" Han Zhe muttered to himself, trying to stand up, but he couldn't exert his strength, and suddenly turned his head and saw a thick wooden bar on the riverbed not far away, moved his butt a few times, hooked the wooden stick into his hand, and stood up on the ground.

It was almost June, the cool breeze was blowing, and the pain of the wound seemed to be soothed a lot, and I stepped on the uneven gravel path and walked up a low hillside, but now the view around me was not clear, so I thought that I would stand on a high place and wait for the dawn to see where Kyoto was.

After walking for nearly a quarter of an hour, his whole body began to chill, and he unconsciously wrapped the thin shirt on his body, and the trouser legs wet from the river seemed to be dried by the scorching body temperature, and the feeling of hunger in his abdomen came, which made Han Zhe more and more dizzy.

"Where to run" A low roar came from overhead, Han Zhe was stunned, looked up, and saw a black blurred shadow, he couldn't see what it was, even the voice seemed to be a person not a person, a ghost but not a ghost.

"Where to run?" A sharp female voice came from behind herself, and Han Zhe turned around slightly to see that it was still a dark shadow, but this time it looked much more delicate and delicate.

"Kill him" Countless voices suddenly sounded around him, high and low, mixed men and women, but they were all saying a word.

"Presumptuous, who are you waiting for" Han Zhe sweated on his forehead, now he has no sword, and his serious injuries have not healed, and he seems to have caused wind and cold diseases, even if he encounters a tiger wolf, there is no hope of survival, let alone such a monster.

"I'm waiting for the ghosts in the mountains, the ghosts at the bottom of the river, I'm here to find your life today, bring it" There was a sudden shout above his head, Han Zhe felt a tingling pain in his shoulder, and a stream of heat erupted instantly, and the night breeze infected the placket on his chest, chilling his heart and spleen.

Han Zhe screamed in pain, sat down on the ground, and swept the wooden strip in his hand upward, obviously hitting the person behind him, but it felt like it had penetrated through the clouds, and there was no physical object at all.

The sharp sound of the wind blew from his ears, and five blood marks appeared on his cheeks, Han Zhe abandoned the things in his hand, lay on the ground, and protected his face with his hands, secretly wondering in his heart: Could it be that I have entered the Jinjiatu Bull Formation? In this way, my life is in danger, what should I do?

Just thinking about it, there was a sudden tearing sound on his back, and when he reacted, the sharp pain hit the tip of his heart, and it was actually a charming thing attached to his body and gnawing on flesh and blood, Han Zhe exhaled in pain, but he was helpless, he had no strength around him, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that a group of black shadows had surrounded him, and occasionally a strange monster showed sharp fangs and pierced into his arm.

After a few pushes, Han Zhe gave up completely, closed his eyes, and was numb and almost couldn't feel the pain, and heard the sound of squeaking, biting and chewing in his ears, as if his body was constantly being dragged.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, wake up quickly" A vague face suddenly appeared in front of him, Han Zhe's consciousness was not chaotic, on the contrary, he was very sober, he did not open his eyes, but saw Zhu Yifei leaning over to look at him, showing concern, and with him there was a bald monk.

Monk! By the way, Han Zhe suddenly remembered the string of Bodhi beads on his chest, hurriedly opened his eyes, reluctantly retracted a fleshy hand into his arms, dragged it down with all his strength, and said in his mouth: "My Buddha is compassionate"

As soon as the words fell, the silver filaments broke instantly, and 100,000 snow-white Bodhi beads were scattered on the ground, and the golden light was flourishing, dispersing the ghosts and ghosts gathered in one place, and even some of the slower ones screamed and turned into a puddle of water stains.

100,000 Bodhi beads turned into 100,000 ghost soldiers in an instant, snatching and throwing halberds to protect Han Zhe in it.

The ghosts in the mountains, the ghosts in the water retreated, and the first one spat strange words, and then heard a roar underground, and the mountain collapsed, and countless black shadows came out, fighting with the ghost soldiers.

Han Zhe was lying on his back on the ground, and was suddenly carried by a ghost soldier, and rushed towards the high mountain in the distance.

Enduring the pain of breaking bones and rubbing flesh, the whirring wind blew in his ears, and the sound of fighting and hissing in the distance gradually faded away, and I don't know how long it took, the sky suddenly brightened, and the ghost soldier carrying himself under him instantly turned into a white eye and disappeared, Han Zhe's whole person fell from mid-air, fell heavily into the soil, let out a long exhale, and suddenly woke up.

"It turned out to be a nightmare" Han Zhe looked at the craggy and convex stone wall above his head, moved his still powerful limbs, slowly sat up, and let out a long breath of turbidity.

"You're awake" A cold voice came from behind him, Han Zhe turned his head, and saw a white-robed Taoist sitting on the stone bed, with fairy light flashing all over his body, on his neck, three unbloomed lotus flowers on his shoulders, hanging pearls, and Qingxia shining, extremely extraordinary.

Looking at its appearance, the sword eyebrows are obliquely long into the temples, the phoenix eyes are watery and frosty, the mountain roots are towering into the sky, the thin lips are slightly pursed like a little dew, the beautiful hair and beard, and the body is heroic and righteous; If he is loose and straight, he has the power of the emperor, but he is even inferior to himself.

"This Dao Master, but an Immortal?" Han Zhe stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead and chin, and saluted respectfully.

"You're welcome, Poor Dao is Yifei's master" Ziyang also stood up and smiled indifferently.

"It turned out to be the master of the military division, in Xia Han Zhe"

"King Han doesn't have to be so formal, the poor road is not a person with many rules, you and I are friends" Ziyang paused and said: "This is already five miles outside Qingzhou City, you get out of this cave, go north, and soon meet the officers and soldiers looking for you."

"Won't the Taoist go back with Lone? I wish the girl is very seriously injured, especially missing you," Han Zhe said sincerely.

Ziyang's eyes flashed with affection, and he was silent for a long time before he shook his head and said: "I'm rushing to the entrance now, and now what you see is just my state of a primordial god, and I won't stay long in this mortal world."

"Then I wish the girl ......"

"Don't worry, she'll be fine, I have given her the personal magic weapon for safekeeping before the retreat, if she is really worried about her life, the magic weapon will appear as soon as possible."

"I see, I wish the girl to mention you to Gu from time to time, I miss you very much, if the Taoist is out of the customs, and I look to come to Gu's mansion as a guest, Han will definitely greet you for ten miles"

"Well, thank you" Ziyang smiled slightly, and the figure slowly faded away and disappeared without a trace.

Han Zhe sighed, unconsciously touched his chest, and found that not only was he not wearing armor, but even the string of Bodhi beads had disappeared without a trace.

Looking down again, he didn't see the slightest scar, only some abrasions on his knees and wrists, all of which were unobstructed skin injuries, but the sweaty and haggard appearance didn't really look like a fake.

"This matter is weird, but don't think about it for the time being" Han Zhe walked out of the cave and went down the sheep intestine path, but an hour or so, Cao Ke in front of him instigated, and a huge white tiger burst out of it, with a bloody howl, and he was about to kill him.

Han Zhe is a clever man, he is now powerless, and he has no weapons to accompany him, but he happened to meet the overlord of the mountain, and the whole person sat on the ground in fright, his fingers sliding, and he held a palm-sized mountain stone in his hand and threw it towards the tiger.

The tiger's head was slightly sideways, one swinging its tail, dodging the attack, as if provoked, raised its head and let out a long roar, jumped up, flew over, and pressed Han Zhe to the ground.

Han Zhe put his hands upwards and pressed against the pressed tiger head, his lower body was held down by the tiger's claws, and he could only struggle slightly, seeing the tiger teeth falling, and the distance between the tip of his nose and cheeks, he seemed to be able to feel the stickiness of the blood filling the collar when the skin and flesh were instantly pierced, and the arm that was struggling to support gradually became numb and weak.

"Woo........." A strange roar suddenly sounded in the jungle, and then Han Zhe saw a slightly yellowish strand of messy hair falling from the tiger's head, and before he could react, the tiger pressing on his body was instantly lifted and thrown away, crashing into a big tree not far away.

Frightened, he breathed a sigh of relief, and barely sat up, Han Zhe saw that in front of him was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, naked, with only a ball of banana leaves around his waist, thin as skin and bones, and was hunched over his back to confront the tiger.

The tiger snorted and gasped, and got up from the ground, its bronze eyes widened, as if it was extremely angry, and its long tail flicked horizontally, and the whole tiger body flew up and opened its mouth at the young man.

"Be careful" Han Zhe shouted, but saw that the young man grabbed the tiger's ear with one hand, pulled it violently to the left, and punched his right hand in the middle of his forehead.

Han Zhe was stunned and watched as the rare man withdrew his fist, and blood and brains instantly flowed out of his forehead, staining the spotted tiger hair.

The young man turned his head to look at him, his face was as pale as water, his hair was unkempt and covered most of his face, Han Zhe stood up, stepped forward, and said softly: "Where is the warrior from, what is his name?" ”

The boy still looked at him, but did not speak, and his face was covered with mud, as if he had not been washed since birth.

"In Xia Han Zhe, can the warrior report his name?" Han Zhe leaned down and looked at him as level as he could.

The young man tilted his head, and then opened his mouth and said a word, but it was like the language of a beast, which was unbelievable.

Han Zhe carefully measured it, and only then did he realize that this young man must have grown up in the mountains and forests since he was a child, and he was the same as the beast, and he had never been taught by wisdom, and he lived alone by brute force.

Just as he was thinking, a loud call suddenly came from outside the forest, and when the young man saw this, he turned around and ran, jumped into the depths, and disappeared.

"Hey, warrior" Han Zhe turned around and shouted, the voice alarmed the soldiers who were found, and a group of people hurriedly stepped forward, led by the good deeds, Zhou He and Wei Bawang.

"Your Highness, I have finally found you," Zenji lifted his hem and knelt on the ground, followed by the rest of the people.

"It's okay, it's okay, you all get up first" Han Zhe's eyes flushed and helped them up one by one.

"Your Highness, hurry up and wait with me to go back to Qingzhou City," Zhou He said with an anxious face.

"But what happened?" Han Zhe's heart was shocked, as if he was confused.

"That Zhu Rong's subordinates have a good strategist, who previously placed a golden armor in front of Kyoto City, and has trapped Marshal Zhang, General Lu and others in the formation Life and death are unknown, and now that Zhu Rong led the troops out of the city, chasing and killing us and other Korean soldiers all the way, and now, trapped in Qingzhou City, we also risked our lives to escape from the secret passage to find His Highness, and now the army does not know that His Highness is not there, if he does not return, it will really be a big incident" Zhou He said sadly.

"Hurry back." Under Han Zhe's order, he was walking a few steps, suddenly stopped, and said to Zhou He: "Lone just encountered a tiger attack, it was a young man who rescued him, just now he ran away, you ordered a few soldiers to look for him and bring him back to the army."

Zhou Heqiu commanded the order, and after ordering the rest of the soldiers, he and the good deeds escorted Han Zhe down the mountain.