Looking at their backs unwilling to leave, Qiyun was still quite satisfied with himself, learned the kung fu of Lang Ming Tianwu to launch hidden weapons, and used it on people for the first time, and finally could make him as chic and free as Mo Chuan.

Mo Chuan looked at the smug look on her face that couldn't be hidden, and felt a little funny in his heart. He said to her, "Rest here a little longer, and I'll come as soon as I go." ”

Qiyun nodded yes, but was very curious in her heart. When he was far away, he flew after him and followed him into a wood. Qiyun danced in the sky, went up to the treetops, hid behind the dense leaves, and watched the movement below.

I saw Mo Chuan rise and fall, floating down in front of those rough men, only to hear a cold voice shouting: "Do you think that there is still life today, go back alive?" Mo Chuan held a folding fan, turned around, and several strong men fell to the ground without snorting, with a wound on his throat, bubbling out of blood, and his white clothes were dusty, not stained with blood.

Qiyun saw it really on the tree, and was shocked in his heart, those few were just ordinary wild men who had never seen the world, and they were just punished and sent away, why bother with their lives? Afraid that Mo Chuan would find out, one turned around and flew out of the woods.

Mo Chuan heard a slight sound from the treetops, and saw a pretty figure passing by. She came along...... didn't do anything in the tea shed, just didn't want her to see this bloody scene...... I didn't think about it, but I was still seen by her.

When night falls, it is even more sparsely populated, there is no shop in front of the village, there is only an inconspicuous small inn on the side of the road, and a flag is hung on it, and the flag reads "Yuelai Restaurant".

Seeing that the store was simple and deserted, Qiyun said apologetically to Mo Chuan: "I'm sorry, I only wronged you in this small shop tonight, and I will settle it." ”

Mo Chuan replied to her: "If you don't feel wronged, Mo Chuan can also settle." ”

Xiao'er saw that there was finally a guest coming to the door, and he stepped forward to greet him diligently, seeing that they were two fairy-like figures, he was even more attentive, Qiyun did not wait for Mo Chuan to speak, and ordered the best dishes in several stores, as well as the preparation of two of the cleanest and most tidy upper rooms.

At the beginning of the night light, the two chose the cleanest-looking seat by the window and sat down, and Xiao Er brought a pot of wine and put it on the table of the two. Qiyun pulled out the lid, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and whispered to Mo Chuan: "Mo Chuan, this wine tastes really good...... Let's not drink it. When you get to my house, I'll give you a good drink. ”

Mo Chuan nodded in agreement, and the two of them simply ate the meal, had some dinner, and chatted to satisfy their hunger.

Qiyun saw that the night was vast outside, and there was no scenery, so he planned to leave the store and go upstairs to rest early. Just as she was about to ask Xiao Er to refill some tea, Mo Chuan suddenly made a silent gesture to her. Qiyun stopped getting up and listened intently, and sure enough, he heard some light footsteps outside the store. The voice sounded like a gust of wind blowing, and it seemed that the man was coming towards the inn with extraordinary skills.

Mo Chuan glanced at Qiyun, his eyes full of comfort. Qiyun's heart was warm, and he was also calm, and quietly untied the white silk from his waist. Suddenly, a black shadow was printed on the window lattice, a sharp sword penetrated from the window paper, between the lightning and flint, Qiyun waved the white silk, tied the man's arm, Mo Chuan stretched the folding fan, and the sharp blade of the machine cut the man's tiger's mouth, and the two cooperated tacitly, and the action was as smooth and fast as flowing water.

The man's knife fell to the ground and "clanged", and everyone in the store was alarmed, and they all stood up in fear and hid in the corner. When the two of them left the store, they saw four or five people gathered in front of the inn, all dressed in black and masked, holding swords.

Mo Chuan motioned for Qiyun to stand against the wall, only to see him fan down with his hands, his figure was as fast as lightning, and his shots were like the wind, ruthless and neat. Those black-clothed people jumped up to greet each other, waving their knives to block the fan shadows in the sky, but after all, their skills were not as good as others, and those people's swords fell to the ground one after another, some protected their wrists, some held their legs and feet, and the screams rang out. Seeing that their martial arts were useless, Mo Chuan motioned for Qiyun to come forward and ask them where they came from.

At this time, a middle-aged monk came out of nowhere, dressed in clean monk's robes, with nine ring scars on his head, and kind eyebrows, stepped forward and gave a salute to Mochuan: "Amitabha, good, good." The benefactor is merciful and kind. He stretched out the bowl to Mochuan Huayuan, and praised in his mouth: "The donor is auspicious, if he is not rich, he is expensive, if he is rich, he is an enemy country, and if he is expensive, he is boundless." ”

Qiyun felt that this person was really a little weird, so he wanted to remind Mo Chuan, but the monk bowed down again and said, "Amitabha." In the blink of an eye, unexpectedly, the monk's eyes showed a fierce light, and a dagger stretched out from under the bowl and pierced Mo Chuan's waist. Qiyun waved the white silk, a Langhua flew out, hit the monk's tiger's mouth, Mo Chuan did not hesitate, made Langming Feixue, and slapped the man's heavenly spirit cover, and the monk was killed.

Looking at Mo Chuan's hand on his waist again, blood flowed and his face was pale, Qiyun hurriedly took his silk silk and pressed it on his waist. Seeing that the blood he shed was bright red, he knew that he was not poisoned, and his heart was a little relieved. Qiyun looked at the other black-clothed people, but saw that their bodies were already convulsed and curled up on the ground. Qiyun pulled down their masks, and when they visited, they had already committed suicide by poisoning, and they couldn't help but be shocked.

Mo Chuan took out something from his sleeve and asked Qiyun to pull out the lid, only to see a green light rise into the sky, and a colorful chrysanthemum bloomed in the sky.

Qiyun knew that this was their signal to the Shadow Palace, and the subordinates not far away would definitely come to protect him, and his heart was much calmer. helped Mo Chuan find a clean stool and sat down, and when he saw that his waist was bleeding, he turned around, pulled a white silk of his underwear, and bandaged him briefly.

Qiyun looked at the black-clothed man on the ground, walked over to see if there was any life, and looked at the past carefully, only to see that all his faces were black, and there was no one alive.

Qiyun saw the monk who had died, looked at the nine ring scars on his head in a daze, and was puzzled, and raised his eyes to ask Mo Chuan: "When did Chaoying Palace have a feud with the monks?" Mo Chuan shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't know anything.

The two of them sat quietly in the night, outside the inn, and only heard Mo Chuan's rough breathing. Qiyun waited anxiously, and she didn't know how many murderers were still lying in ambush.

At this time, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming this way, and Qiyun held the white silk in his hand and stood up. Mo Chuan smiled at her with relief, and said in a weak voice: "Don't be nervous, it's my people who are here." ”

After a while, I saw a group of people hurrying over from the night, led by Han Bi, followed by Mo Qi, and a middle-aged man I didn't know. The man was dressed in a brown suit, wearing a brown robe, his face was calm, expressionless, and he was a master of martial arts cultivation all the way.

Seeing that Mo Chuan was injured, Han Bi's cold gaze went straight towards Qiyun, and Qiyun only felt that countless ice blades and frost swords were shooting. Han Bi walked to Mo Chuan's side and reached out to inspect his injuries, but Mo Chuan slightly removed her hand and only said, "Mo Qi, you come here." ”

Mo Qi powdered the wound on Mo Chuan's waist and bandaged it again. Mo Qi reported to him that there was a carriage waiting at the intersection, and he was about to leave the inn after helping Mo Chuan. Han Bi stopped Qiyun and said in a cold voice: "Miss Feng, after a few dozen miles, it will be the Yellow Dragon Kingdom." I don't think you need to follow us, so we'll leave it at that. ”

Mo Chuan turned his head, his eyes were full of ice, and he said sharply: "Hanbi, when will the Chaoying Palace become your final say?" Moqi, take her and go together. ”

Qiyun left the inn with the others. At the junction, a few horses and a carriage stopped. Mo Chuan took Mo Qi's hand and got into the carriage. Qiyun and the others jumped on their horses and slowly headed northeast.