Chapter One Hundred and Four

All the attackers withdrew from the plum blossoms, the fire was still burning, the scorched smoke was everywhere, the house was dilapidated, Mo Sigui touched the stable all the way, and found the corpses of horses all over the ground, so he had no choice but to chase after them on foot.

Arriving at the valley mouth, in the hazy night, Mo Sigui saw a fire burning at the mouth of the valley, and there was a pile of black things blocking the road. He cautiously approached among the dead trees, and only when he got ten feet closer did he realize that it was a pile of corpses.

Directly opposite the pile of corpses, a tall figure stood with a sword, his ink hair scattered, his clothes soaked in blood and unable to see his original color, and the fire was about to engulf his figure.

"Mr. Mo!" Mo Sigui recognized his sword and rushed into the fire regardless of it.

There was no response, Mo Sigui pinched his pulse, and pressed his fingers to the warm skin, but there was no pulse. There is a fire around, the temperature is naturally very high, he may have just died, or he may have been dead for a long time!

Mo Sigui's heart sank to the bottom. He spread his hands and began to rummage frantically through the pile of corpses.

An Jiu is walking with Mr. Mo! To live to see a man and to die to see a corpse.

"May Fourteen! Umehisa! Anjiu! Mo Sigui chattered indiscriminately, and suddenly remembered that he had placed tracking incense on An Jiu when they were separated.

He touched the small gourd hanging from his waist and released a dozen butterflies.

This is a relatively common tracking method in the rivers and lakes, the butterfly used to track is raised with a poisonous spice, can survive in winter, and can fly purposefully, but it is slow after all, and the effective distance that can be tracked is only ten miles.

The butterflies circled around the mouth of the valley, eight or nine of them were burned to ashes by the fire, and the rest began to fly outside.

After taking a few steps, he turned around and bowed to Mr. Mo, "I'm sorry!" ”

Mo Sigui only had a deep relationship with Elder Qi in Meizhuang, so even if he was worried about An Jiu in his heart. He also has to be buried before leaving, but at this time, it is more important for him to find An Jiu, after all, she may still have hope of living.

After he gave the salute, he hurried away after the butterfly.

After walking for about a moment, a man on the road came to meet him, and the butterfly stopped flying.

Mo Sigui recognized that it was Mei Ruyan, and hurriedly stepped forward, and the two of them saw each other's hearts sank.

"What about fourteen?"

"Have you seen Mr. Mo?"

Butterflies flew around Mei Ruyan, and she grabbed Mo Sigui and asked. "Have you ever seen Mr. Mo when you came out of the valley?"

"See." Mo Sigui paused for a moment and said softly, "He's dead." ”

"You, you say it again?" Mei Ruyan asked, but her tears were like bursting the embankment.

"You mourn, his body is still in the valley, you can go quickly and see him again." When Mo Si looked at this, he said that they had a deep relationship between master and apprentice, but now he could only say a few words of comfort without pain.

Mo Sigui was worried about An Jiu's safety. I can't help but ask, "What about Fourteen?" ”

"She was taken away by Chu Dingjiang." Mei Ruyan dropped a sentence and staggered towards the plum blossoms.

The butterfly followed her and flew back and forth.

"Who is Chu Dingjiang? Where did it go? Mo Sigui asked.

Mei Ruyan ignored it, he looked at her back. After hesitating for a moment, he still followed the butterfly and left.

Although he hadn't used to track butterflies a few times, he didn't doubt his strength at all.

In the wilderness, a few butterflies that had been caught by fire were fluttering and falling off when the wind blew. Mo Sigui walked tirelessly, the wounds all over his body were scabbed and cracked, cracked and scabbed at all, and he only stared at the last butterfly worriedly.

The sky is faintly bright. It was as if it was stained with blood, glowing a faint red.

In a house halfway up the mountainside, the wind lamp in the corner of the house is still faintly lit.

There were only three stone huts in the whole house, a courtyard enclosed by a dilapidated fence, and a simple hut was erected in the northeast corner, and below it was a stove made of gravel and earth.

A man in a strong suit was squatting in front of the stove, fiddling with the firewood in the stove for a while, and a white mist came out of the pot, and the fragrance of rice overflowed.

When he felt that the rice was almost steamed, he put out the fire and got up and went to the house.

There was no light, and in the dim light he walked to the bed with no mistake and stood there with his arms crossed, not knowing whether to meditate or look at the woman lying on the bed.

He didn't move until there was an inaudible movement outside.

"Commander, you want medicine." There is humanity outside the door.

"Leave it on." The voice is hoarse.

"Yes!" The man put down his burden and continued, "Commander, you better hurry back, the Cabinet Prison Council, and when your subordinates heard that someone had proposed to punish you, even the Privy Council intervened in the matter. ”

The eyes of the people in the room were hidden in the darkness, obscure, "Zhilu said, I have my own plan, tell the brothers that as long as they follow Chu's heart unchanged, the others should be Mingzhe to protect themselves, and the heart and courage are not in the face." ”

The person who received the order could understand that Chu Dingjiang was reminding them not to be reckless in everything, and to be soft when they should compromise on the surface.

"Yes! The commander takes care. The man stopped under the corridor for a moment, making sure that Chu Dingjiang had nothing else to say before dodging and leaving.

Chu Dingjiang sat down on the edge of the bed, reached into the quilt and touched a slender wrist, and gently put his fingers on it.

The pulse was weak, and I couldn't try the pulse or feel the meridians, as if the body was in chaos.

Chu Dingjiang wondered in his heart, obviously he was just injured and poisoned, why did it cause such a phenomenon?

He remembered that the period of time when he broke through to the Ninth Order Perfection Transformation Realm was like this, and if he could survive it, he would emerge in the chaos and enter another height.

And for the vast majority of ninth-order martial artists, this kind of opportunity is only once in a lifetime, once the first breakthrough is unsuccessful, it will cause greater obstacles for the next breakthrough, the human heart is the most powerful at the moment of restoring its true nature, no foreign object can be shaken, but it is also the most fragile, there is no room for a trace of impurities, if there is a flaw in itself, it is extremely difficult to remove it in the chaos.

At least, so far it has not been heard who managed to break through in this situation.

Chu Dingjiang had infused internal force into An Jiu's body, and it was determined that her internal force was almost negligible, unless...... It's her mental power that is about to break through!

Thinking of this possibility, Chu Dingjiang quietly withdrew from the house, ate some food hastily, and went to the forest next to the house to practice.

Day after day.

An Jiu felt that he had walked in the dark for an unknown amount of time, exhausted, covered in lead, and sweating profusely with every step.

Just as she was about to stop to rest, she heard a low man's voice say, "It's better to throw it in the pond and drown." ”

An Jiu intuitively felt that he was talking about himself, and in anger, a reddish light suddenly appeared in front of him. (To be continued......)