"Then, I'm sending you here, if you go any further, you will reach the sphere of influence of your Nanli, if the identity of the poor road is recognized, then there will always be some trouble."

The old Taoist priest Mude smiled and took Zhou Budo's little hand, and looked at Zhou Budo's eyes full of a loving look from his grandparents to his grandchildren.

Although the children of Zhou Wangfu have not been together for a long time, the old Taoist priest Mude has felt a lot of feelings from Zhou Budo's body that he has been missing for a long time.

"Grandpa Mude, you, will you make a move?"

When Zhou Budo said this, there was a slight tremor in his tone, and his gaze at the old Taoist priest Mude was also a little struggling and tangled.

And the old Taoist priest Mude was stunned at first after hearing Zhou Budo's words, and then regained that smile, touched Zhou Budo's head, and said

"No doubt, you also know that grandpa's identity in Dongxun, there are some things that grandpa can't decide."

"But grandpa, you're so strong."

Zhou Budo's eyes were a little moist at this time.

This little kid really doesn't want to see the figure of the old Taoist Mude on the battlefield.

What's more, the commander of this battle is still his father.

"No doubt, you must know that no matter how far grandpa's cultivation has reached, grandpa is still a Dongxun person, and he will not allow grandpa to refuse if he contributes to the country."

The old Taoist priest Mude also began to have some difficulties, after all, he began to sobble when he looked at Zhou Budo in front of him, but he really couldn't give Zhou Budo this guarantee.

So, the old Taoist priest Mude could only glance at the bitter wood standing not far away with a cold face.

Kumu naturally noticed the look in the eyes of the old Taoist Mude looking at him, if according to the past, Kumu didn't want to say anything about this kind of thing at all, because Zhou Budo's request was too harsh, the old Taoist Mude was one of the cornerstones of Dongxun, how could he listen to the words of a child of an enemy country in this kind of major matter related to the fortunes of Dongxun?

But if it weren't for the words of the old Taoist Mude, he wouldn't have known about the compass toxin that day, and after hesitating again and again, Kumu stepped forward and pulled Zhou Budo, bowed to the old Taoist Mude a little apologetically, and said in a deep voice

"Senior Mude, thank you for your great kindness, you go slowly, the son of the world, just let me watch."

Old Daoist Mude sighed and shook his head helplessly, now it can only be like this.

His eyes looked at Qi Wuxi, who was taking care of the two people who had woken up, Hu Di Xiao and Hei Thirteen, and then glanced at Kumu and Zhou Budo, who was pulled into Kumu's arms.

The old Taoist priest Mude pursed his lips, with a smile on his face, turned into the carriage, and drove the carriage into the distance.

"Mude, grandpa."

Zhou Budo gradually couldn't control his demeanor, and his eyes slid down his sockets, dripping on the dirt on the ground.

On one side, it is his father.

On the one hand, it is Grandpa Mude who treats himself like a descendant.

Kumu's expression was also at this time, for the first time, there was a slight fluctuation, and he looked down at Zhou Budo, who was crying with his head buried in his arms, and he had nothing to do.

Suddenly, a faint voice of laughter came.

"No doubt, no doubt."

"No, don't cry, suddenly laughing at you."

Kumu lowered his body and wiped the tears on Zhou Budo's face with his palm, and his expression faded away from the previous coldness, replaced by an ugly smile that was squeezed out.

"No doubt, Mu De's predecessor, after all, is Dongxun, cough, after all, he is Dongxun, cough cough."

Suddenly, he smiled and tried his best to say something, but now, when he spoke with his breath, no matter how faint, would move his wounded lungs, followed by an unstoppable cough and pain that only he could feel.

"You guy, why are you so worry-free, hold back, rest well, I'll wait to go to the battlefield with you to kill the enemy after a while."

Seeing this, Qi Wuxian took out a pill that the old Taoist priest Mude had given them before leaving, opened the water bladder, and carefully fed it with a smile.

Then Qi Wuxian took out his handkerchief again and helped Su Jixiao wipe some residue from the corners of his mouth.

"Don't thank you, I just don't want to see you hanging up here, I'm still waiting for you to fight again after you recover in the future."

Qi Wuxian said this viciously to the sudden laughter that wanted to stop talking, and it could be regarded as blocking the mouth of the sudden laughter.

"Your Royal Highness, you can relax, no matter what the outcome of this battle is, it is impossible for anything to happen to Senior Mude and Prince Zhou."

After taking care of the sudden smile, Qi Wuxian looked at Zhou Budo again.

In his opinion, the reason why Zhou Budo looks like this now is that he is worried that the old Taoist Mude and Zhou Dunyi will meet on the battlefield, and then there will inevitably be some friction, and whether it will cause any unpredictable consequences.

But this idea, that's just, isn't it?

Let's not talk about how many people in the Nanli army who can pose a threat to the old Taoist priest Mude have this ability, let's just say Zhou Dunyi, if Zhou Dunyi had an accident so easily, then something happened in the larger battle that swept most of the mainland more than ten years ago, where would it be the turn of this year's battle.

"By the way, Kumu, what should we do next? Where to go? ”

"Go back to Jinling."

Kumu frowned, now they are in this group, and there are only two people who still have combat effectiveness, although the place where they are now is already considered to be in the south of the country, but taking the two wounded to Shangzhou to find Zhou Dunyi, whether they can help is one thing, whether it will bring some unnecessary trouble to Zhou Dunyi is the most important thing.

Therefore, from Kumu's point of view, they still rushed back to Jinling first to return to Emperor Li, but after this matter, they thought about the next arrangement.

What's more, after returning to Jinling, the injuries of Xiao Xiao and Hei Thirteen will heal faster, and Jinling's medical level is a big deal to tie up Ji Wuying.

When Su Dixiao and Hei Thirteen were almost recovered, they and their group could set off for the battlefield in full gear.

In terms of time, it should be in time.

At least now, Kumu has not seen the news of the war between the two countries, and there is no trace of war along the way, not even the refugees fleeing the famine.

"I guess that's the same."

Qi Wuxian nodded and agreed to Kumu's arrangement.

"But, Thirteen, this big man, what should I do? I can't carry thirteen. ”

Kuki's eyebrows that had just softened furrowed again, indeed, Black Thirteen, it was indeed a difficult point.

One of the major characteristics of physical cultivation is that their figures are the most outstanding among their peers, and their weight is the same, of course, there may be some exceptions.

But look at this black thirteen who is the same as the iron tower.

Obviously, Black Thirteen is not that exception.

"You mean, let me carry it?"

Qi Wuxian rolled his eyes and spread his hands, this driving seems to be saying, is there anyone else besides you?

"Could it be that you want the prince to carry thirteen on his back?"

Qi Wuxian pursed his lips.

Kuki's face twitched.

glanced back at the black thirteen who was smirking at him.

Kumu's face still has that cold look, and now the fluctuations in his heart have long been turbulent.

The next scene is very dramatic.

Qi Wuxian put a sudden smile on his back, his two hands padding the bags of their group, walking like flying, and he didn't see anything unusual at all.

As for the bitter wood.

Kumu's body has been half-bent, and from a distance, it looks more like you can see that it is the figure of Black Thirteen, and you can't see any of Kumu's limbs at all, it can also be said that Black Thirteen's iron tower figure, after being on Kumu's back, unless you look closely, otherwise, you can't notice that there is another person under Black Thirteen.

With the black thirteen on his back, holding Zhou Budo with one hand, Kumu walked every step with difficulty.

There is no hatred in this.

Really, underwhelmed.

Kumu gritted his teeth, in order to carry Black Thirteen, Kumu even mobilized internal force to attach to his back, Black Thirteen was seriously injured, yes, but physical cultivation was originally the body, especially for Black Thirteen, a physical cultivation monk who could be on the hidden dragon list as a physical cultivator, his body had long been tempered and indestructible.

Again, the weight is quite heavy.

If it weren't for Kumu's mobilization of internal strength, maybe even if he barely carried the Black Thirteen now, it is estimated that it would be a lot more difficult to take a step.

"Kumu, don't be bitter about it, you guy, do you think Senior Mude casually left us in one place? Hey, the place he left us in is only ten kilometers away from the nearest county seat, and when we get to that county seat, we will rent a carriage, and then you will be relaxed, don't hurry up now. ”

Qi Wuxian rarely saw Kumu's appearance, so he naturally wanted to make fun of Kumu.

Fighting alone, the three of them are not Kumu's opponents, but now, hey, hey, Kumu can't help himself.

Kuki didn't want to speak, but just snorted.

Qi Wuxian subconsciously shrugged his shoulders, but he forgot that he was still smiling on his back at this time.

And the sudden smile, who had just closed his eyes and was about to sleep for a while, was poked in the chin by Qi Wuxian's shrug.

"You guy, what are you doing here?"

Suddenly, he laughed and coughed twice, obviously, after taking the medicine, his face was also a little ruddy, and he scolded Qi Wuxian

"Don't forget that you still have a sick number on your back now, be careful and wait until you return to Jinling, I will sue your majesty and accuse you of abusing your compatriots."

"Okay, this master, the little one knows that he is wrong, the little one knows that he is wrong, you rest in peace, and the little one doesn't move."

"It's pretty much the same, it's a little longer, hum."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem"