In the early summer of the second year of orthodoxy, the wind and sun are beautiful in Zhuolu Mountain.

"This kid has been practicing this lame introductory boxing method every day, and his brain is broken!" Scarface sat on a clump of shallow grass, glanced at Zhu Qiming, who was practicing martial arts under the scorching sun, and said with disdain, the sun pierced his eyes slightly.

"He was able to survive and sleep with us for more than a year, thanks to practicing boxing day after day." Wang Kui sat on another piece of turf with his buttocks, wiping the scabbard with a rag, "A person only practices one set of boxing techniques throughout his life, no matter how crude it is, its power should not be underestimated." ”

Scarface looked at the small figure with a focused expression again, and saw that he was extremely stable and his fist power was quite sufficient, and it was obvious that his basic skills had become solid.

"You, come here!" Scarface has a bad gaze and a deafening voice. The clay pot on the stone stove is said to be Nunu's mouth.

Zhu Qiming hurriedly withdrew his hand, trotted over, picked up the big clay pot, filled it with water at the mountain stream, held it back to the stone stove and put it on the ground, and then collected firewood to light the fire. The smoke choked and coughed until the dry grass in the stone stove burned out and the wood burned brightly.

Looking at the flames in the stove, his expression seemed very serene, and there was no longer any struggle or panic in his soft eyes, but only the comfort of fate.

A prince who used to be served by others, but now he has to take care of everything, and the tests he faces in surviving in the wilderness are naturally much more severe than ordinary children. Fortunately, despite all the difficulties, I finally survived.

At first glance, he looked like a servant next to the Warat warriors, but, unlike the filthy Warat warriors, his darkened face was very clean, and the coarse cloth clothes on his body were cleanly washed, and he still retained the habits of civilized people, at the cost of two small hands with new wounds and old wounds.

The boiling sound of the water sounded, and in a trance, a Warat warrior with a wooden bowl to scoop water kicked him aside.

Got up, dusted off, walked to Wang Kui's side, sat down next to him, took out a book from his bosom, and soon fell into the land of books.

This book is "Zuo Biography" that Wang Kui carried with him, and it was given to him half a year ago.

Seeing it intently, his head unconsciously rested on Wang Kui's shoulder, who for some reason had a subtle smile on his face.

After skimming the last page, I closed the book and looked up at the mountains. Zhuolu Mountain in early summer, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

This is the place where the Yellow Emperor fought against Chiyou, hiding the wisdom of the ancestors.

I once overheard Wang Kui say that he wanted to exchange himself for an enemy, but now when he looks up at Wang Kui, he only feels that he is also a poor person. "Uncle Wang, the Warat warriors must have entered with the mission at the beginning, but now they are staying here, it's strange!"

"Well, that's a little weird." When Wang Kui first heard that the little prince called him "uncle", a trace of warmth floated in his heart, and the faint smile on his face was finally revealed.

Suddenly, the smile on Wang Kui's face froze, he got up, pulled his sword out of its sheath with a loud bang, and approached Scarface with heavy steps.

Scarface got up blankly, and the other four drew knives and gathered around.

"You lied to me!" Wang Kui's low roar shook Zhu Qiming's ears numb.

"Brother Wang, where did you start with this?" Scarface glanced at Zhu Qiming coldly, and looked at Wang Kui's compelling gaze, without the slightest intention of retreating.

"You entered the country with the mission, and there are customs clearance documents, and Datong Mansion must be recorded. But when the mission is gone, but you stay, how can the court not know? Hmph, you knew that your identity would be exposed, so you agreed not to leave the country from Datong Mansion, originally because you were worried about being intercepted by the Ming army! Wang Kui's hair almost stood upside down.

Scarface snorted coldly, looking like he didn't care. "So what?"

"That is to say, the pretending to be a Tatar warrior and secretly exchanging enemies for me is a complete lie! Knowing that his identity is about to be exposed, how can he fake! Wang Kui pointed at Zhu Qiming and continued: "It is clear that he wants to take him captive to Warat, and in the future, he will pretend to save him from the Tatars, and it is not up to you to take and ask for the Ming Dynasty!" Although Da Ming has a number, he has no real evidence, and it is not easy to blame Wara, so he has a wishful thinking! ”

Scar's face froze for a moment, laughed, and said slowly: "Brother Wang, it's not too late to return to Warat as you wish." ”

"Don't want to scold me again!" Wang Kui's eyes were about to burst into flames, "The covenant of the oath is still uncountable, and when it comes to Wara, a promise can be worth a few pennies!" ”

Scarface rolled his eyes, snorted, gritted his teeth, and said, "Don't be ignorant!" You know, we saved you in the first place, otherwise, would you still be standing here screaming! ”

Next, the two sides confronted each other nervously and did not say a word. The scorching midday sun made everyone's heads rise with oil.

Wang Kui finally put away his sword and turned around and sat back beside Zhu Qiming. And the people of Varat were scattered.

Suspicion and estrangement have sown seeds in the hearts of both sides, and over time, they are bound to grow wildly!

Zhu Qiming glanced at Wang Kui, and when he saw that he was sulking, he put a hand on his arm.

At present, the only person who can be regarded as relying on Wang Kui is to divide him from the Warat people, and he will have a glimmer of life.

Wang Kui turned his head and barely squeezed out a smile, with a faint sense of guilt in his eyes. Zhu Qiming smiled back, and immediately raised his eyes to look into the distance. At this moment, there is only one belief in his heart: to live!

If a person has to save himself, he can save him!

Zhu Qiming knew that there was more than one master following the Warat people everywhere, and they must be people who were ready to rescue him at any time. As long as you work hard and get help from foreign aid, you will definitely be able to get out of danger and return to the capital!

No longer has the protection of the imperial grandmother, no longer the care of the father and mother, and is far away from the strict protection of the palace guards, a delicate flower like him growing in a greenhouse, alone in the face of the vicious Warats, the chance of survival is almost zero. But once you survive, you will ascend to heaven and become the embodiment of wisdom and bravery, a challenging vision that goes far beyond the meaning of survival itself.

Sooner or later, you will have to face the world alone, and now is the beginning of the difficulty, grit your teeth and hold on!

I have endured all the hardships, and all the humiliations have been swallowed into my stomach, all of which have been paid for the amazing leap I expected!

As if he heard something, Scarface's face suddenly turned shocked, and he immediately pricked up his ears, listened quietly for a moment, and said hatefully: "At least two masters, this person today, the other person tomorrow, alternately tracking, maybe there are countless people behind him, damn it!" If it weren't for them, we would have been able to leave, why should we be trapped in this hellish place and suffer living crimes! Then he swept his cold eyes towards Zhu Qiming, his face full of murderous aura.

"This kid is a big trouble, it's better to kill and feed the wolf, presumably there will be no handle left, and then let's slip away and let the Ming people go crazy!" Yan let out a sneer.

"Kill him, how will you go back? I'm afraid it won't end well! Wang Kui pouted.

Scarface didn't have time to answer, but he heard a soft sound in the dense forest in front of him, and immediately pointed out the mouth of the two subordinates, and the two immediately pulled out their knives and put them on Zhu Qiming's neck.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the three figures quickly pounced on the dense forest.

A moment later, there were only three figures scurrying around in the dense forest, but no one else was seen.

On the grass here, feeling the chill of the two scimitars, Zhu Qiming looked sideways at Wang Kui.

Wang Kui couldn't bear it in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Guarding a child, can you commit a knife!" When he finished speaking, he stood up and drew his sword.

Although the two Warat warriors were not convinced, they still moved their swords aside, but the direction in which one of them moved the sword was obviously intended to guard against Wang Kui, which made the latter increasingly angry.

The two sides were at a stalemate until the three people who had gone to investigate returned to the rear. The three people who returned were not good-looking, and the guy who had been wounded by the arrow had a pale face, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, showing that he had just run too hard, causing the old wound to recur.

"Let this boy die!"

The howl of a beast resounded through the mountains. In the howl, the blinding sunlight reflected three hideous faces.