Mu Qingyi understood Mu Qingyu's character, and she also sympathized with the woman named Liu Yan'er from the bottom of her heart, so she didn't say anything.

Seven days later, Mu Qingyu officially set off, because he didn't want this matter to be too public, so he secretly sneaked into a caravan to the snow country, disguised as a fur merchant and started a new trip.

The snow was white, and all the surrounding scenery was uniformly dressed in a layer of winter clothes, and there was a line of small black dots that resembled a caravan of ants carrying things to the burrow, walking slowly through the vast snowy road, and on top of one of the carriages was a young man, looking up at the clear sky, drinking the liquor contained in a gourd.

"Hey, Brother Li Ergou, what's the matter, you don't look very happy."

A man with a stubble on his face jumped from his horse to the carriage opposite, snatched the wine gourd from the young man's hand, and took a sip with a smile and a sip of his head.

This young man named Li Ergou is Mu Qingyu, and this is also for the convenience of walking on the road and not attracting the attention of others, so he temporarily remembered this name.

And the clear-faced man named Zhang Daring was the only guide in this caravan, responsible for guiding this caravan not to get lost in this remote area in the far north.

Zhang Daring has a heroic personality and is very good to everyone in the caravan, seeing that Mu Qingyu doesn't like to talk much, he came over many times to take the initiative to talk to him, and the two became good friends along the way.

Becoming friends in this environment is just a one-sided relationship, and treating each other politely is just not wanting to be too boring on this monotonous journey.

"Brother Zhang, I'm so interested, aren't you afraid of what ingredients I put in this wine?" Mu Qingyu quipped.

Zhang Daring was slightly stunned, his face changed, but then he was well disguised, and said with a wry smile:

"Brother, don't joke with me, if something really happened, how could you have drunk it yourself just now."

Mu Qingyu smiled silently, lay on the fur on the carriage and fell asleep.

It gradually darkened every day, and this caravan was only about twenty people, and at this moment, they all gathered together and talked about the strange things that had happened over the years, but Mu Qingyu did not participate in it.

Among these people there is such a girl who is about the same age as Mu Qingyu, wearing a reddish-brown cotton jacket, named Sun Lan, is the only woman in this caravan and the largest shareholder of this caravan, her family is a famous rich man in Meteor City, but because her stepmother raised a little white face outside, and secretly swept away all the money, the family fell and his father also got a serious illness because of this, and urgently needed a sum of money, so he also attached great importance to a rudder, because if this time the caravan could successfully reach the snow country, You can get a good reward for this, and maybe help the family to revitalize.

She snorted at her little hand and said, "Brother Zhang, we're almost in the snow country, right?" ”

Zhang Daring nodded, holding a dagger in his hand and roasting a piece of rabbit meat in the fire, his face was illuminated by the fire, and he said uncertainly:

"Soon, after crossing two mountains, we will reach the place。。。。。。。"

A rare killing intent also flashed from Zhang Daring's eyes, but it was not noticed by the people around him.

At this time, there was a sudden melodious flute sound not far away, Cheng Shi attracted everyone's attention, Sun Lan looked not far away, the young man sitting in the carriage, playing the bamboo flute, and the corners of her mouth also showed a rare smile of praise.

During this period of time, Mu Qingyu will play tunes for everyone at this time every day, these were learned when Mu Qingyu was living with Li Yao, although the blowing is not particularly good, and the flute is also inferior to the street stalls, and the tone of the blowing is also a little weird, but with this icy and snowy environment, the flute sound exudes a faint sadness and intriguing, and it can also fly a little to soothe everyone's already tired body and mind.

Sun Lan came to Mu Qingyu's side in a few steps and said softly: "Brother Li, everyone is eating and cooking together, come together, it's not interesting to play the flute here alone." ”

Mu Qingyu stopped the sound of the flute, took a deep breath, looked at the hazy moon in the sky and said softly, "What time is it。。。。。。 ”

"Huh?" Sun Lan couldn't help but be stunned, obviously she didn't understand what Mu Qingyu was talking about.

"Don't get in the way, Miss Sun Lan told everyone not to take off their coats when they sleep these two days." Mu Qingyu said suddenly.

"Why did Brother Li say that?" Sun Lan wondered.

Mu Qingyu let out a mouthful of white mist: "I think tonight, the night is shaded by clouds and mist, and it will definitely cool down at night, so put on a coat and cover it with sheepskin so that everyone can keep out the cold in advance." ”

Sun Lan nodded and secretly wrote down Mu Qingyu's words.

"By the way, Brother Li should chat with me and everyone, Uncle Wang is now telling you about the strange things that happened when he walked darts in the past."

Mu Qingyu shook his head and said, "I'm tired and want to rest in advance, let's talk about it another day." With that, he fell asleep on the fur of the carriage.

Sun Lan sighed, shook her head, and returned to the fire to sit with everyone.

As the night wore on, everyone went back to sleep in their own deerskins, and in these harsh conditions it was impossible to build simple tents, so they had to sleep on the spot covered with deerskins.

But even so, because the warmth of the deerskin is enough to help everyone resist the cold snap at night.

The moonlight grew darker and darker, and suddenly a dark figure carefully crawled out of his deerskin and secretly walked towards a hillside not far away.

"Crunch, crunch." A faint sound of boots stomping on the snow.

The moonlight hit this person, and it was Zhang Daring who was talking to Mu Qingyu during the day.

Zhang Daring turned back in two steps, looked at his back carefully, as if he was afraid that someone would follow, and finally came to a snow slope, coughed lightly twice, and said:

"It's so hot tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, two men dressed in white fur and carrying a nine-ring machete in their hands appeared from the snow and said in a low voice:

"Second master, we can't take this battlement, my brother is impatient to wait."

Zhang boldly waved his hand and said: "There is a person here, I think he is a little weird, he secretly drugged him on weekdays, and he doesn't drink it, things are a bit 。。。。。 ”

"No matter what it's so much, why are you there, anyway, he's only one person, but we have two or three hundred brothers, and one person can drown him with a mouthful of foam."

The other person chimed in: "Yes, it's just one person, what are you afraid of." ”

Zhang Daring was a little hesitant and couldn't pay attention, but with the encouragement of these two people, he also said ruthlessly:

"Okay, tell the big boss to work tomorrow night."

"Good!" The two of them said in unison, and once again dived into the snow and disappeared.

This bold is the second leader of the bandits in a cottage in the far north, the city is very deep, and the general means of robbery are these two masters pretending to be guides to infiltrate the caravan, and then secretly go up and down the food in the caravan to make people incapacitated**, and then they should join forces to kill people and seize goods.

It has not been missed over the years, but this time there is something different, because there is a strange man in this caravan who refuses to eat what he has given.

couldn't help but make the second master really a little concerned, but now he couldn't think about it so much, because the goods of this caravan were more valley than the caravans he had received before, and if he didn't act, he would have to go to Snow Country.

The two masters didn't want to just give up this fat to their mouths, so he, who had always been cautious, also took risks for a while, but he didn't say that he had thought of it, it was just his negligence, but it made him pay a painful price.

Mu Qingyu hid in the dark and watched the two thief brothers leave, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The next morning, Zhang boldly got up very early, and secretly put some things in everyone's breakfast as usual, but this time he put more than usual, and packed up the paper bag containing the medicine, making sure that there were no traces left.

Zhang Daring was about to turn around and leave, but when he saw Mu Qingyu behind him, his face immediately showed an expression like a ghost.

"Brother Zhang, what were you doing just now?" Mu Qingyu looked at him with a smile and said.

"I just 。。。。。 This one...... Zhang Daring couldn't answer, and said secretly:

"Oh no, he must have seen what he did just now? If everyone knows his identity, then he will not be beaten to death by this group of people. ”

As soon as I thought about this boldness, I began to be afraid, trying to find an explanation that could justify myself.

Looking at the funny expression of Zhang Dada's face, Mu Qingyu grinned and hurriedly helped to relieve the siege: "Oh, I know, Brother Zhang is stealing food, right?" ”

"Stealing?" Zhang Daring slapped his face and said:

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm stealing food, you know, these guys are too good to eat, if you are with them for a while, it is estimated that there will be nothing left, so you 。。。。。。 Hey, isn't Brother Li too。。。。。 ”

Mu Qingyu nodded, glanced at the pot and said, "Hehe, I didn't expect that we were fellow believers, and I also came here to steal food." ”

As he was talking, Mu Qingyu picked up a big bowl and made a bowl of vegetable soup for himself from the drugged pot, and drank it with relish.

Now everyone in the caravan has been drugged by themselves, and there is nothing to be afraid of in the aftermath.