When Shen Moyi walked out, a group of widows showed disappointed looks.

One of them and the leader bit their ears in a low voice, and said in Japanese: "This woman is too ugly, it doesn't seem to be the one who just popped up. 】

The leader nodded slightly, indicating that he knew, and then said in an unskilled Chinese: "The one just now, also, come out." ”

Shen Moyi said: "I'm the only one in the carriage, if you don't believe it, you can go in and search." She said this without fear, because the carriage of the Tibetan Sword Villa was extremely finely built, and unless she knew the way in advance, it would never be possible to see that there was a mechanism inside, and it could be hidden.

The leader clearly didn't believe it. He also saw someone poke his head out, although he glanced at it in a hurry, but he could also see that the face was much better looking than this one, and the voice was not the same. So he motioned to one of the people beside him to go to the carriage and see what was going on.

Shen Moyi's eyes did not squint, and he was not moved at all.

Of course, the widow found nothing, and when he came out, he shook his head at the leader.

Shen Moyi said: "I didn't lie to you, you must have been dazzled." ”

The leader was still a little angry. How beautiful Fang Cai's face is, why did it change to such an ugly face? Could it be that I have seen too few women recently and have hallucinations?

Glancing at Shen Moyi again, the leader felt that his eyes were hurt.

How did that beautiful face just become like this? The leader would not have thought of it if he was killed, and he would not even believe that what he had just seen was a boy.

But since it is such an ordinary face, there is no need for me to rob people, just rob money, and kill people. Otherwise, these people ran back to the government to complain, and maybe they would be in trouble.

So the leader lowered his voice and said: [Listen to my order for a while, and kill both of them!] Leave no mouth alive! 】

The people next to him responded in unison: "Hey! ”

In the thirtieth century, the language has basically been unified into the world's lingua franca, and at most, people from various countries learn their own languages, and for foreign local languages, except for some language lovers, few people have learned them, and Shen Moyi is naturally very unfamiliar with this language, and he doesn't understand what it means at all. But looking at the ill-intentioned look on the man's face, it won't be a good word.

Shen Moyi didn't have a good heart, took two steps back, stood with Uncle Ye, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Ye, I think they want to do it." ”

Uncle Ye nodded slightly silently to show that he knew. It's just that his martial arts are also very mediocre, otherwise he wouldn't be driving a carriage, and when he sees so many people, he has no bottom in his heart. He thought for a moment and touched his hand to his waist.

There is a firework hidden there that a Tibetan Sword disciple asked for help when he went out in distress, but I don't know if these people will give him a chance to release it, and there are no disciples who happen to pass by around to come to the rescue.

The leader also seemed to want to take them down at the least cost, so he didn't do it directly, but stepped forward and said, "You leave the carriage and belongings, people, you can leave." ”

All right...... Shen Moyi, who originally hoped that these people would really have a good heart and let them go, completely extinguished the last trace of luck, and now even if they really want to let them go, they can't go.

Pei Yuan is still in the carriage!

Shen Moyi shook his head: "Gold and silver treasures can be offered with both hands, but this carriage is a relic of the ancestors, and it really can't be lost." ”

The leader found an excuse and smiled fiercely: "You Central Plains people have a saying, it is a toast and don't eat and drink, I kindly let you live, if you don't go yourself, it's no wonder that I will kill!" ”

As soon as his voice fell, a group of widows raised their □□ one after another and rushed up at Shen Moyi and Uncle Ye.

Uncle Ye's scalp tightened, and he couldn't care so much, so he took out a signal flare from his waist and put it into the sky.

At this time, it is still early before the Spring Festival, except for the occasional firecrackers thrown by children, there are no fireworks, and this signal is particularly conspicuous.

Seeing this, the group of people became even more angry, and the leader waved □□, Uncle Ye couldn't dodge, and was almost cut off his arm.

Shen Moyi was startled, hurriedly took out a pen, read a Taiyin finger, and with the effect of the move, pushed the man away and saved Uncle Ye.

"Are you alright?" Shen Moyi asked.

Uncle Ye shook his head and said that he was fine.

Shen Moyi breathed a sigh of relief and began to concentrate on dealing with the enemy in front of him.

Wanhua Valley was already well-known in the rivers and lakes at this time, and its move characteristics were also well known, and this group of widows could also be called well-informed, and the leader quickly recognized Shen Moyi's origin.

The cautious leader shouted to stop and called his men back.

No matter what the reason, Shen Moyi still breathed a sigh of relief. She leaned on the carriage and asked Uncle Ye, "Uncle Ye, is the signal you sent out to summon the disciples of the Tibetan Sword?" ”

Uncle Ye nodded, and rarely spoke: "This is what the owner gave me before leaving, I'm afraid that there will be some accidents on the road." Seeing this, the nearby Tibetan Sword disciples must come as quickly as possible, otherwise they will be expelled from the sect. ”

Shen Moyi closed his eyes tiredly: "That's good, I hope we can survive until that time." ”

Uncle Ye was silent for a moment and said, "Master Shen, don't worry too much, this place has not yet left the territory of Yangzhou, and there should be a lot of Tibetan Sword disciples walking around, and someone will definitely come to save us." ”

Shen Moyi smiled at him with difficulty and didn't say anything.

Both of them knew that the psychological comfort of these words was far greater than the substance. Although this place is still in Yangzhou, it is actually the border of Yangzhou Luodao, and it has always been sparsely populated.

I just don't know if I hang up here, will I just go back? I don't know how long it has been now, whether my body is a little better, Ah Zhou doesn't know what is going on, whether the work is smooth or not, and those children......

Unconsciously, Shen Moyi's train of thought had completely begun to gallop wildly.

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The confrontation between the two sides did not last long, and the Japanese side moved quickly, but this time it was not a simple brainless charge, but it was divided into several rows, and slowly moved up layer by layer, Shen Moyi's Taiyin finger could repel one person, but it couldn't repel two, three, or even four or five.

"I don't think I can hold it up for much longer." Perhaps knowing that there was no hope, Shen Moyi calmed down instead.

Uncle Ye gritted his teeth: "Master Shen, don't worry, if you want to die, the old slave will die first!" After speaking, he actually ignored Shen Moyi's reaction, and directly drove Yunqi Song into the crowd, turning the wind to Wushan, and instantly disrupting the camp of the Japanese people.

Shen Moyi couldn't call people back at this time, so he could only support Uncle Ye when the snow was fast.

But fortunately, there is no endless road, and just when the two of them were really about to die of exhaustion, the rescue came.