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On the dew-soaked slope thirty paces away from the pavilion, Song Qi stood straight under the sky, motionless, if it weren't for the slight breeze that caused his sleeves and clothes to swing slightly, people passing by would have thought he was a sculpture. His broad forehead and straight nose were covered with crystal dew, and his handsome eyes were slightly squinted, and it was not known whether he was asleep or awake.

When he woke up, the first thing he did was to sweep his gaze to the outside of the pavilion. As she was worried, Song Qi was still standing outside, standing in the same place as last night, and even the posture was the same as last night.

Last night, Qiao Mei had been paying attention to Song Qi in the pavilion, but then he was too sleepy and fell asleep. Unexpectedly, Song Qi didn't sleep all night, and he stood under the dew on a cold day all night. It's the beginning of April, and it's cold in the middle of the night.

Raised eyebrows were taken aback, and hurriedly got up quietly, walked out of the pavilion lightly, came to Song Qi's side, and said with great distress: "Brother Song, you just stood here all night?" Isn't this frozen? Holding Song Qi's hand with both hands again, he felt a chill and a biting cold, and hurriedly pulled Song Qi's hand into his arms to warm it.

Song Qi's eyes and nose didn't know whether it was tears or dew, rolling down one by one. When I saw it, I felt more and more distressed, my eyes were red, and I almost wanted to cry. She couldn't take care of it, reached out to wipe his eyes and nose, and wrapped her hands around Song Qi's waist, wanting to warm him.

"I'm fine!" Song Qi gently pushed away the raised eyebrows.

Only then did he realize that he was too close to Song Qi, and his face turned red with shame, and he hurriedly took a step back, and said coquettishly: "Brother Song, you go to the pavilion to get warm." As he spoke, he pulled Song Qi's stiff body back to the pavilion, and Song Qi did not object, and followed the eyebrows into the pavilion.

The fire in the pavilion was extinguished, but the ashes were still steaming. Song Qi sat in front of the fire without saying a word.

At this time, everyone woke up.

Everyone knew that Song Qi stood outside all night and was taken aback. Surprised and surprised, but no one asked him, just said hello slightly, and then silently went to a stream a hundred paces away to wash their faces and clean up.

Concubine Yan also stood up, but her legs and feet were sore and numb from the upturned eyebrows, and she walked with a limp, staggering, and almost fell. Raised eyebrows hurriedly put down Song Qi, ran to Concubine Yan in three steps and two steps, stretched out his hand to support the crumbling delicate body, and whispered, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault!" Then he took her by the hand and went out of the pavilion, and the two of them went to the brook together to wash their faces.

"Brother Song didn't sleep all night, so he stood outside all night." Raised eyebrows and whispered to Concubine Yan.

Concubine Yan actually knew about Song Qi standing outside all night, and after listening to her words, she stuck out her tongue in surprise, and then was stunned. When he saw this, he raised his hand and patted her on the back and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"It's a pity I can't help him." Concubine Yan turned her head, squinted her beautiful eyes slightly, looked at Song Qi's back in the pavilion from afar, and sighed.

"Don't rush, take your time, everything will be fine." Raised eyebrows smiled slightly, comforting her.

When Concubine Yan heard this, she was silent and sad.

By the time everyone had cleaned up, the sky was completely bright.

"Be careful, everybody!" Mao Yong reminded everyone, "There were suspicious people near the pavilion last night. ”

"Suspicious person?" Wu Biao looked around in disbelief, "Why didn't I see it?" ”

"How can you see that you sleep so dead?" Mao Yong quipped.

"We're all like this, is there anyone still asking for us??" Rondo clenched Fang Tian's halberd tightly and said angrily.

"Be careful to walk the ship of ten thousand years!" Zhan Nian nodded and said.

Once again, everyone was on the road. This time, however, they had to go around the city, and no one with a walled gate would enter. The journey was suddenly much longer, but it also saved a lot of trouble.

Everyone zigzagged and walked dozens of miles of paths, and entered the rolling mountainous area in front.

At this time, it is already the scene of early spring, everything is recovering, the dead branches on the tree have begun to sprout, a light yellow and tender green, fragrant overflowing, and it is also pleasing to the eye, refreshing and pleasant.

On both sides of the road are rolling hills, all the way to the eye, but see dangerous peaks standing, strange rocks: or like a macaque offering peaches, or like a tiger roaring in the sky, or like a rhinoceros looking at the moon, or like an elephant curling its nose. Or stand side by side like five fingers apart, or gather like a fist clenched, or protrude like a majestic male root, or towering like a virgin's breast peak, or jade like an unrestrained beauty, or hook like a contemplative old man.

The road changes with the people, and the scenery changes with the road. Everyone looked at the dizzying beauty in front of them and was amazed.

Suddenly, a large black bird fluttered up from the woods in front of it, spread its huge wings, and quickly flew high and far. The branches trembled sharply, and the leaves fluttered down.

"Beware of an ambush ahead!" The war year who was walking in front suddenly screamed, and at the same time grabbed the reins of the horse.

Before the words fell, a feather arrow flew through the air from the forest with a whizz, and flew straight towards Song Qi's throat. Song Qi believed in Ma Youjiang, I don't know when he was in second place, and when he reined in the horse, Song Qi had not yet reacted, and the horse took a few steps forward, and unconsciously walked in the first place, which happened to be the target of the feather arrow.

"Not good!" By the time Song Qi felt the cold arrow wind, the arrow was already less than three feet away from him.

Although Song Qi was riding on horseback in a daze, the screams of the war year and the swishing sound of feather arrows flying through the air suddenly woke him up.

More than a year of military career has increased Song Qi's reaction speed by several levels. He had no weapon in his hand, so he could not strike the feather arrow, so he had to violently deflect to the right, and the arrow was evaded, and the feather arrow shot at a tree not far behind, and the leaves fell one after another, fluttering in the wind in mid-air.

Song Qi couldn't retract his body because he was too strong, there was just a slope on the right side, and the horse was also unstable, and the force of inertia made him fall down to the right side with the horse and plop down. As soon as the horse fell, he rolled over and got up, but Song Qi rolled down the slope several times until he touched a big rock before stopping.

Song Qi was stunned, frightened, and struggled to get up from the ground. He was only halfway up when three arrows flew through the air and shot at Song Qi, who was lying next to the stone.

At this time, Mao Yong and Feng Dan jumped up from their horses one after another, and flew towards Song Qi, and the person waved the long sword in his hand in mid-air, clanged a few times, and knocked down the flying arrows in the air.

Ao Leopard didn't know when there was an extra dart in his hand, and when he raised his hand, the dart flew silently in the direction where the feather arrow came. Suddenly, I heard a painful cry in the woods, followed by a dull sound of falling to the ground. It seems that the person who attacked the archery had already been hit and fell to the ground.

At the same time, more than twenty black shadows came out of the woods, and when they looked closely, it turned out to be more than two dozen black-clothed masked people, and the cold light of the sword in their hands flashed towards this side angrily.

While showing the meteor hammer, Zhan Nian shouted in a deep voice: "Where did the bandits come from!" ”

All the men in black didn't speak, they slashed when they raised their knives, fierce and murderous.

"His grandmother's, it's really here!" Rondo roared, brandished Fang Tian's painting halberd, and moved forward. (To be continued.) )