Yaoyao watched Fan Xian and the others' carriage go all the way, Zhou Luo was not in a hurry, he did not show his face in front of anyone, but followed the convoy unhurriedly, the convoy passed all the way to the pavilion without stopping, and slowly went north under the eyes of the willows on the avenue.

The officers and men of the city patrol department escorted the mission out of Beijing for eighteen miles, then turned back, and handed over the task of guarding the road to the Kyoto garrison.

The carriages of more than ten carriages in a row are naturally not fast, and so many carriage people naturally cannot use so much, and more space in the carriage is reserved for the etiquette required for this northward trip.

These carriages are usually not checked by anyone, and after a day or two of departure, Zhou Luo, who has a habit of cleanliness and likes to enjoy life, really can't stand such a windy and sunny day.

He quietly hid in one of the carriages used for etiquette, although the carriage was bumpy, but for Zhou Luo, it didn't have much effect, he could easily spend a whole day of boring life in the carriage as long as he meditated and practiced qi, and the days before he had to follow the carriage slowly made him a little unbearable.

In terms of foot travel alone, with Zhou Luo's light speed at this time, it has already far exceeded that of ordinary galloping horses, and under his full speed release, even if he needs to rest along the way, he can run thousands of miles in a day, which is no less than the world's famous horses.

As the carriage of the mission, the journey was very slow, and it was difficult to travel a hundred miles a day, which made Zhou Luo have to interrupt his cultivation every few hours to catch up with him in order to follow behind the carriage, so as to avoid deviations in the direction between the two sides.

It was precisely because of this that after enduring it for a day or two, Zhou Luo could no longer endure such an intermittent spiritual life, so he directly moved himself into the carriage, and threw away some less important ceremonial things to make room for himself.

Everyone walked all the way, Zhou Luo turned a deaf ear to the conversation between Fan and Sean, and even more reprimanded him for the ambiguous affairs between him and the manager, he didn't understand why a mortal woman could make Fan Xian so fascinated.

Is it because of boredom? Zhou Luo happened to wake up from his cultivation at this time, and glanced at the ambiguous fight between Fan Xian and Si Lili in the carriage not far away.

In fact, Zhou Luo didn't want to pay any attention to the ambiguous affair between Fan Xian and the two, but because his cultivation was too profound, even if he and Fan Xian's carriage were several feet away, the seemingly whispered ambiguous words between Fan Xian and the manager were still clearly audible in his ears.

"It's really full of spring estrus, such a person is not worthy of climbing to the top of the martial arts."

Zhou Luo gently furrowed his heroic eyebrows, smiled disdainfully, and continued to devote himself to cultivation as always.

At night, the convoy of the mission lined up in a semicircle along the shore of the lake; Everything was quiet, and there were black horsemen and escorts patrolling around the convoy of the four regiments, so well guarded that it seemed that even mosquitoes could not fly in.

The silver-white moonlight in the sky shone down, and under this beautiful moonlight, the extremely airtight carriage where Sean, the former head of the Northern Wei Intelligence Department, was imprisoned, also seemed to reflect a strange light under the moonlight.

At this time, the night was dark, and the whole camp seemed to fall into a peaceful sleep, and at this moment, a sturdy black-clothed figure spread out from a distance, fluttering all the way through the wilderness meadow.

Silently, he took out a shiny brass key from his bosom and gently opened the carriage that held Sean, an extraordinary man in the whole world.

The door of the carriage was pushed open in the thick of the night, and without making a slight sound, an elderly man with white hair and a shawl and eagle eyes quietly stepped out of the carriage door, it was Sean.

The seemingly emaciated old man raised his head slowly, glanced at the night walker at the door and did not say a word, but quietly stepped out of the carriage, and his body flickered and disappeared directly into the night.

Sean didn't ask whose subordinate the man who came to save him was? Because he knows that there is no answer to the question, and the answer is not important, the important thing is that he knows his value to some people, which is good.

People are meant to be valuable, and people without value tend to die quietly, this truth Sean knew a long time ago, and at this time he wanted to use this truth to make a game, so that the little Fan who was as beautiful as a girl jumped in obediently......

Not to mention Sean's calculations, although he thought he was very smart, one thing he never expected was that there would be a grandmaster-level martial artist involved in this matter.

Therefore, he would not know that while he was running away all the way in the reed field, on the tip of a big locust tree not far from him, there was a young grandmaster staring at his figure running away in the reeds with a long look, thinking about whether to watch the play for a while or directly give him an ending.

When Zhou Luo was thinking about whether to watch the play for a while because he was bored, Fan Xian, who had already prepared for Sean's escape on the carriage side, had already fastened his sleeves and trouser legs, and took his seven tiger guards with amazing sword skills, and silently pursued Sean all the way under the guidance of three tracking dogs.

At this time, the horizon is not as bright as before, the original holy moonlight is also quietly dimmed under the cover of a sky cloud, and the environment in the wilderness suddenly becomes extremely quiet, except for a few insects and birds, you can only hear the sound of the reeds shaking because the night wind blows the surface of the big lake, it is really a good month of dark wind and high murderous night.

In the dark night, Fan Xian easily followed Sean's figure all the way under the guidance of the tracking dog, and in the place where they had never discovered, a pair of distant eyes also looked at them with interest, and the next big show in the night was about to begin.

Fan Xian walked all the way, after passing through the dense reeds, with a few strange noises, Fan Xian helplessly found that the three vicious black dogs he used to track Sean's traces were quietly killed by Sean in a photo, he raised his eyebrows, knowing that Sean was still strong at this time, and he did not completely lose the power to resist because of the cruel torture methods of himself and the Supervision Yuan.

"It's interesting, it's all getting more interesting."

On the slightly wet reed ground, Fan Xian raised his eyebrows quietly, smiled and squinted ahead, calculating the distance between him and Sean.

After a few seconds of thought, he suddenly smiled with some meaningless expression, then waved his hand into the air, and then rushed into the depths of the reeds that rippled with the breeze with the seven tiger guards that followed him.

Not far away, on a slender branch less than the thickness of an adult's thumb, Zhou Luo indifferently looked at the backs of Sean and Fan Xian, who had sunk into the depths of the reeds, like watching ants playing.