The trees are luxuriant, the sun is speckled, and the Lingqiu City in the distance is gradually blocked by the trees, and it is slowly invisible, which makes Lu Rong's sense of security doubled, but when he looks up at the deep woods and dense forests, he can't see the edge at a glance. Thinking of his uncertain future again, Lu Rong's heart was really full of holes, and he overturned all kinds of feelings.

Now that it is autumn, the weather is slightly cool, Lu Rong walked crookedly for a long time, and slowly sorted out his thoughts.

The top priority is to deal with your own blood first, this is the remaining veins of Heng Mountain, there have been many beasts in Heng Mountain since ancient times, although it is close to Lingqiu now, it should be fine. But the further you go inside, the more dangerous the smell of blood becomes.

The bones on his arm were visible, but he didn't think about the risk of sores and ulcers at all, but his left leg was sprained, and he couldn't exert his strength, which delayed his movement even more.

There is only water to worry about for the time being, there is still a lot of water in the kettle, and there should be a stream in this forest, but to deal with the blood stains on the body, you must find a water source as soon as possible.

Lu Rong pondered for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, and he always felt that he would not live for a few days.

Fortunately, Lu Rong was stubborn by nature, never admitting defeat, shook his head, drank a saliva, and calmed down his frustration.

But life still has to pass, and difficulties still have to be faced.

I don't know how long I walked, but seeing the sunset, Lu Rong found a crooked tree, climbed the branches with great difficulty, found a place, tore off two robes, and tied himself to the trunk of the tree, and then settled down. He turned out the military flag again, wrapped it around his body, cut a small piece of horse meat with a knife, held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, and finally put it in his mouth with a ruthless heart.

It's not that Lu Rong doesn't want to roast and eat, it's just that now he is tired, and it has just rained, the trees are damp, and there is no flint, so it is really a bit difficult for him to drill wood to make fire now

The horse's flesh was fishy and dry, and it was not easy to bite, so Lu Rong chewed it a few times, clutching his neck, but he couldn't swallow it.

Lu Rong spit out the horse meat that he had chewed for a long time into his hand, and he was reluctant to throw it away, so he carried it in his arms.

Lu Rong closed his eyes and forced himself to rest for a while. But as soon as he closed his eyes, outside the forest, the tragic picture on the Shura field involuntarily came into view, and he couldn't drive it away, which made him afraid. He was already extremely sleepy, but he couldn't sleep, and the slightest wind and grass in the forest in the dark made him tense his nerves. Tiredness and fear filled his brain, and it was like torture in the world.

I don't know if it's cold or fear, Lu Rong shivered, his eyes were half open, and he survived most of the night.

Early the next morning, Lu Rong was shaken by the sun and opened his eyes sleepily.

I didn't sleep all night last night, and Lu Rong didn't take a nap until the sun rose in the east and the sky was getting brighter.

The weather is okay, it's not too cold, the sun is shining in the morning, and I feel warmer, but I'm tired, and the pain is pinched on him from time to time, pinched, and he seems to be falling apart.

He really wanted to get some sleep. But the strong desire to survive in his heart told him that he had to get up and get on the road early, and he couldn't delay at all.

Lu Rong was sore all over, and carefully came down from the tree, he knew that if his hand slipped and fell, he would probably see Lao Huang.

Thinking of Lao Huang and pears, Han Shun and they didn't know what was going on. Lu Rong's heart was sour again, his internal organs seemed to be being pinched, and he had nowhere to vent and no power to vent his annoyance.

Lu Rong forced himself to put aside these chaotic thoughts, and it took a long time to calm down and play a set of boxing.

This set of boxing methods is taught by Uncle De, the boxing is divided into eighty-one styles, with the method of breathing and breathing, which can make people refreshed and prolong their lives.

Lu Rong has been in poor health since he was a child, and Uncle De will urge him to play one set every morning. When he was a child, Lu Rong often fantasized that Uncle De was a hidden master in the world, and seeing that he was talented, he accepted him as an apprentice and passed on the mantle.

Year after year, Lu Rong gradually grew up, and Uncle De was still the taciturn Uncle De who could only strike iron.

It's just getting old.

After a night's rest, Lu Rong's left leg was a little better, not as painful as before. Lu Rong's spirits lifted a lot.

Identifying the direction, Lu Rong continued to embark on the journey.

When you are thirsty, take a sip of water to moisten your throat.

When you are hungry, you will roast a piece of horse meat to satisfy your hunger.

When you are tired, you can rest for a while under the ancient tree.

At night, it is accompanied by loneliness and terrible tossing and sleeping.

In this way, Lu Rong struggled and walked for another three days. The grief and fear in my heart gradually faded, and the hope of survival filled Lu Rong's body more and more.

At noon that day, Lu Rong bit off half of the wild fruit in one bite, and before he could chew it, he suddenly stopped.

It turned out that I heard the faint sound of bubbling water not far away. Lu Rong was overjoyed in his heart, and he stopped chewing the fruit, holding his breath and concentrating, looking around.

But not far ahead, it seemed that the woods had fallen to the end, and the sound of running water came from that side.

Lu Rong hurriedly walked over there, and it didn't take long, sure enough, there was a big clearing between the trees, and a small stream flowed here, Lu Rong didn't rush over, he opened his head in the woods and looked at it for a long time, only to see a deer drinking water by the stream, and there was no danger, so he walked out of the woods and muttered in his mouth.

"There is a saying in the ancient book, seeing the white deer is a good omen, although you are just an ordinary sika deer, Lao Tzu will take you as my auspicious omen, don't run away, I am really tired of eating this horse meat, you can dedicate and dedicate."

The deer heard the sound, looked around with his ears crossed, and ran away with his hoof.

Lu Rong wanted to eat venison, this roast horse meat for several days, he was strangely angry when he ate it, and his urine was yellow.

But just thinking about it can't be done, you have to be able to hold it, he just has a saber in his hand that can be used against a fart, and a crossbow is almost the same.

The stream was wide and clear, and the speed was so fast that there were fish swimming through. Lu Rong stretched out his hand to wash his face first, then untied his left arm to bandage and wash the wound, and saw that the wound was not yet inflamed, but he felt happy.

The wounds on his waist and back had long been stuck to his clothes, and Lu Rong, who was in pain when he tore them off, grinned. He washed his clothes in the stream and wiped the blood from his body. Lu Rong's spirit was shocked.

"Damn, I'm finally not a ghost."

Tie a net pocket with a robe and clothes, Lu Rong was busy by the stream for a long time, and finally caught a fish.

Holding his wet clothes in his arms, Lu Rong ran back to the forest tremblingly, picked up some twigs, chopped some firewood, found a place to build a fire, grilled fish and roasted clothes.

It may be that the stream is damp, Lu Rong can't drill out of Mars, his hands are rubbed red, and he has to work hard to get it.

The sky gradually darkened, Lu Rong nibbled on fresh grilled fish, wore dry clothes, leaned on the warm fire, the pain and fatigue of the past few days were greatly eased, as if life was happy all of a sudden.

It's just that I might as well think of the battle of that day again, and I still have palpitations, every knife, every arrow, and every face vividly.

In fact, every night, Lu Rong would think of the bloody battle that day.

Lu Rong didn't know the specific process of the entire war, but after thinking about it for the past few days, he felt that the entire strategic deployment of the Yan army this time was like falling into the trap of a barbarian. Otherwise, the Yan army will take the initiative to attack this time, no matter what, the Tiger Kui army, which has extraordinary combat power and high mobility, will not be besieged by the enemy and will destroy half of the formation.

Lu Rong used to read and watch history, and always thought that the Northern Barbarians were stragglers and brave, without much strategy, and only relied on the natural skill of the nomads and the frequent civil strife in the Central Plains Dynasty to endanger the border passes. Who knew that this battle would wipe out Lu Rong's previous contempt for the Northern Barbarians.

There are also generals in the Northern Barbarians, and there are also people who know Tao strategy well.

"The Art of War: Don't dare to advance an inch and retreat. There is no greater misfortune than underestimating the enemy, and underestimating the enemy will lose my treasure! ”

Lu Rong shook his head like everyone in the art of war.

A nightingale cried and interrupted Lu Rong's Yaxing.

Lu Rong looked at the sky that was gradually darkening, and thought:

"Tomorrow along the stream, there should be a small village."

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The village was not found, but a thatched hut was found.

The thatched hut stands outside the forest by the stream and is not large. The underside of the hut is padded with wood about calf height to protect it from moisture. The door was closed, and I didn't know if there was anyone.

Lu Rong observed in the forest for a long time, but he didn't dare to go up.

This wooden house looks like a hunter built here for rest and storage of prey, but I don't know if the person who built it is a barbarian or a Han, Lu Rong has a problem, if it is an old hunter in the Northern Barbarians, he really doesn't know how to die.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, and no one came back, Lu Rong calmed down, held the saber, and leaned over step by step.

Although the thatched hut is old, it is not broken, it should still be in use, and someone has repaired it.

The door was unlocked, Lu Rong slowly pushed it open, but his body leaned against the door, and he looked inside.

There was really no one in the house, and the furnishings were simple, only a bed, a set of tables and chairs, and a stove. There were no quilts or pillows on the bed, but there were candles and flints on the table, and there was some chopped firewood in one corner of the room.

Lu Rong saw it clearly, his heart was slightly determined, he stepped into the house, threw the package behind him on the table, and closed the door with his backhand, but saw a sword hanging on the wall behind the door.

To be exact, it's just a scabbard, not a sword.

The scabbard is very ordinary, even a little broken, wrapped in some circle of unknown skin, jet black, and the lines are not clear.

Seeing this scabbard, two speculations instantly popped up in Lu Rong's heart.

One, this house was built by Han Chinese. Because the barbarians do not use the sword, they either do not use the sword, they do not use the spear, and I have not heard of any barbarian who uses the sword.

As for the second one, Lu Rong smirked.

The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and Liao is uninhabited, which is the place of seclusion and seclusion that is often said in the book.

Could it be that there are contemporary heroes living in seclusion here. Seeing me so far, I thought it was a chance to teach me peerless swordsmanship. After completing his studies, there was no enemy in the world, and since then he has established a sect and passed down through the ages.

Lu Rong's snot bubbles were almost beautiful.

Seriously, since the last time Lu Rong saw those people in Maguan. After being cleaned up by Yingzi's little ladies again, he is now a little cynical, always fantasizing about learning a world-famous martial arts and sword Quartet, so that all the chivalrous women in the world will bow to their feet and be disposed of.

Blind thinking, Lu Rong is not a fool who doesn't know the severity, not to mention that there are so many peerless masters in the world for you to meet, just an ordinary hunter in this inaccessible place to see Lu Rong in such a clothed and wounded person, thank God for being able to stab without drawing a sword.

Lu Rong gathered his mind, lit the candle, and raised the stove again. I looked around for anything else that worked.

Then he went out and took a pot of water from the stream, boiled it, and threw the few remaining pieces of horse meat into the pot with a knife.

Lu Rong snorted greedily on the side, this was the first hot meal Lu Rong had eaten since he fled.

Meimei drank a pot of broth, Lu Rong couldn't stay sleepy anymore, he couldn't care so much, he carefully latched the door, threw himself on the bed, and fell asleep.