Chi Linglong didn't know whether the young master, who got up early in the morning and went up the mountain with Uncle Yu, was just to accompany Uncle Yu to get prey, or if he went out again to make some marks and contact his subordinates.

In short, when it was getting late, when Chi Linglong heard Ah Ren's familiar voice again, there was really a feeling in his heart, the dust had settled, and I was still alive, so good sense of steadfastness and satisfaction.

found Uncle Yu's house, in addition to Ah Ren, Mo Yi, and Mo Ding, there were five other young men wearing black suits, with a heroic face, but full of vigilance and vigilance, these should be the young master's subordinates.

As for Mo Wu, who fled with them a few days ago, and talked the most, I heard Ah Ren say that when he escaped from Rongcheng the night before yesterday, he was shot with two arrows in the thigh, and he didn't have to worry about his life, but it was a little inconvenient to walk, and he had been secretly sent back to the capital by them yesterday to recuperate.

Uncle Yu's family was obviously jealous of the Ah Ren people who suddenly appeared in front of them, so their eyes were a little shrunken and frightened when they looked at them.

Chi Linglong also knew that since Ah Ren had found them, they would not stay here for a long time, and they would definitely have to go down the mountain overnight. This is a place of right and wrong, not to mention, since Ah Ren and the others can find them in such a short time, those black-clothed assassins who are bent on killing them will definitely be able to find them later.

Chi Linglong was right, because they did go down the mountain overnight.

After bidding farewell to Uncle Yu's family, and giving them a few large silver tickets as compensation, and vaguely reminding them not to reveal the things they had seen, so as not to cause death, they hurried into Mojia Town outside the Tiger Cliff Valley when the city gate was about to close.

The dark night was quiet, and the people who had settled in a farmhouse on the outskirts of Mojia Town all felt a little noisy.

When the candle was about to go out, they gathered together again, sat in a circle around the table, and secretly discussed the next trip to Beijing.

Mo Wu is not there, and the one who gives orders has become the most elegant and gentle person who gives the impression of Mo Yi, who usually doesn't talk much, and has good medical skills, but secretly takes charge of the affairs of the prison.

He twisted the wick of the oil lamp on the table smaller, and his eyes scanned all the people in the thatched hut with a sharp eye. In the end, he wrinkled his eyebrows again, looked at the young master who had already regained his black suit, and his face was still as cold and indifferent as usual, and said: "Master, my subordinates received a message from the flying pigeon yesterday, and there are at least five waves of assassins in ambush on the road to the capital. ”

After a slight pause at this point, Mo Yi looked at Chi Linglong again, and finally hesitated for a moment before dipping his right finger in the water again, and silently wrote a strong willow bone "big" on the square table that had already lost paint and peeled, and there was a "Ming" next to the fierce skein.

Chi Linglong's beautiful black and bright eyes quietly looked at the words on the table that were slowly dried, and her long eyelashes suddenly flickered irrepressibly twice, and then quickly returned to calm.

The expression on her face was indifferent, but she really wanted to frown in her heart.

Although she didn't know who this "big" and a skein referred to, whether it was one person or two people, she also knew in her heart that the half-word written by Mo Yi must be related to the real assassin who sent the assassin to assassinate them.

The word "big" should be the order of that person among the children of the family, and as for the skein, maybe it should be a radical in the name of the mastermind behind the scenes?! However, it is not known whether this refers to one person or two people.

Chi Linglong folded her hands and sat on the side in a regular manner, not speaking or attracting attention. However, at this moment, her heart had already been pondered, and her right finger was unconsciously rhythmically tapping her left finger, and there was a deep depth in her lowered eyebrows.

Mo Yi was still talking, and little by little he ruled out the time and place where the assassins might appear, and carefully analyzed the possibility and probability that if they went to Beijing like this, they would be able to reach the capital safely, as well as the number of people under his command who would be roughly killed by then.

I have to say that the enemy is dark and I am clear, and the current situation is very unoptimistic for them.

After Mo Yi had finished what he was about to say, there was a fierce silence in the dimly lit thatched hut. In the distance, there was a "Wangwang" dog barking, echoing all around, and the sound waves spread out in circles, clear and loud.

No one spoke for a long time, and everyone had a thoughtful look on their faces. Ah Ren couldn't stand such a depressing atmosphere the most, so after frowning for a while, he said in a solemn voice: "Master, we are divided into two ways. ”

Mo Yi actually thought the same thing in his heart.

It's just that the soldiers are divided into two ways?

If they are separated, he and Ah Ren, as the right-hand men under the master, are such obvious and representative figures, they must choose another way to separate from the master in order to cover up the master's whereabouts.

It's just that Ah Ren doesn't know that his master is blind, but he does.

Before the master was not injured or poisoned, Mo Yi and several people did not dare to leave the master lightly, for fear that those "evil people" who would not be at ease if they did not remove this bit of blood left by their old master, were really ruthless for the so-called power and wealth, and did such a big thing that was not tolerated by heaven, so that they would not dare to go to hell after death, and they would not have the face to see the old master, and the old lady without face.

What's more, now the master is not only highly poisonous, but also has almost fatal knife and arrow wounds on his body, and his eyes are even more blind. In such a situation, without a few of their brothers waiting by their side and escorting them all the way, Mo Yi would not feel at ease even if he left.

However, if they were determined to go with their masters, their goals would be much greater, and it would be easier for them to lure the pervasive Assassins to their side. Although most of their brothers have come over now, there is no shortage of protective manpower around the master, and they are not afraid of those assassins and killers, but this is a real human life, it is the brothers they grew up with, and they are happier than anyone else to die one less.

Mo Yi's mind flickered, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

Everyone didn't speak, and after Chi Linglong glanced at Ah Ren, she obediently pretended to be invisible.

"Walk separately. Second brother and Xiao Jiuyi, you are responsible for luring the assassins away. I walked with my master. In the silence, I kept my face cold all the time, holding a clean veil, as if I was caressing the body of my beloved woman. The body was the same, thin, full of pity, wiping the sword in his hand with a cold and sharp light, and Mo Ding, who was more young and old than the young master, opened his mouth to speak.

His voice was as deep as that of a middle-aged man of thirty, and because he rarely spoke, his voice was hoarse, with some indescribable dryness and obscurity. It doesn't sound unpleasant, but it has a kind of powerful taste, which makes people feel inexplicably steady.

Modding's skills are the best among the "Ten Generals of the Heavenly Stems", and he rarely participates in even when the ten brothers are fighting. If it weren't for this person's obsession with martial arts to the point of almost inhumanity, whether it was Ah Ren or Mo Yi, they would almost suspect that this person was a completely emotionless marionette who could be placed as he pleased.

However, although Mo Ding does not speak often and has always acted as an invisible person, his mind is more delicate than that of Mo Wu, and his methods are more ruthless than Mo Yi. To tell the truth, he was the first person who found out that his master had a problem with his eyes.

If it weren't for Mo Ding's inform, although Mo Yi and Mo Wu would not have been unable to find out, their young master's eyes would have been blind, but it would still be some time.

Mo Yi trusted Mo Ding from the bottom of his heart, and because Mo Ding was a low-key person and rarely appeared in front of people, he also felt that if he and Ah Ren stepped forward to lure those assassins away, and Mo Ding protected his master and Chi Linglong to go to Beijing, this idea would be very good.

Mo Yi nodded, a smile on his face. Ah Ren even thinks that this method is simply wonderful. Therefore, at that moment, both of them asked the young master in a relaxed tone, "What does the master think?" ”

The room was full of people, and more than a dozen eyes were staring at the young man, and Chi Linglong naturally followed the crowd and looked at the young man.

But I saw the young man in black clothes, his white face was dim and blurred under the light of the yellow light.

However, his eyebrows are handsome and picturesque, his facial features are soft and elegant, and his sharp outlines seem to be softened by the candlelight.

There is a little less usual anger and natural evil, and now he is sitting on the other side, with a cold and indifferent face, and only the arrogant Tsinghua nobility remains, which makes people feel unconsciously moved. It seems that inadvertently, my heart beats a lot faster.

Chi Linglong's long eyelashes, like a fan, flickered twice, and finally she frowned irrepressibly slightly, pursed her lips, and lowered her eyelids to hide all the thoughts in her eyes.

It seems that inadvertently, she thinks too much......

"Yes." A monotonous word came out of the boy's mouth.

The cold tone, the deep voice, the unhurried tone, however, just this slightly thin word of approval, it seems to have a kind of weight that covers the coffin, and the stone in people's hearts falls to the ground in an instant. It seems that there is a backer behind them, and it seems that there is enough motivation on the way forward, and the belief in their hearts is becoming more and more firm, so that they can go all out to fight.

The night wind is cold and biting, and in late autumn, you should add clothes sooner or later. Chi Linglong gathered the placket of her clothes and slowly walked into a thatched hut with an oil lamp next door.

There was no emotion fluctuation on his face, but he was a little panicked in his heart because he didn't know the way back. R1152