Duan Meimei had never ridden a horse so fast.

But she didn't have to be afraid to go faster.

Because the horse she rode was Xu Yongzhi's little white horse, Xu Xiaoyu.

Chen Xiaohuan was really too considerate, and took Duan Meimei to meet the masters, and returned Xu Yongzhi's white horse.

This girl should still be on the mountain, waiting to have a drink with me and talk about my daughter's heart.

Xu Xiaoyu obviously remembered Duan Meimei, she also liked her, and seemed very intimate with her.

"It turns out that this horse is in Chen Xiaofan's hands, and I think this is a gift from Li Lianqiao to her." Duan Meimei thought.

"Now that they have broken up, Chen Xiaohuan gave me the horse, let me return it to Xu Yongzhi?"

"Don't give it back to him, this horse is a pair with Xiaogui's little black, and I gave it back to him, which makes me feel like an outsider." Duan Meimei secretly rejoiced in her heart.

"Although I know that it was originally Xu Gongzi's horse, it is still very good for Xiao Yu."

"The horse is mine," Duan Meimei thought happily, "Xu Gongzi, it's also mine." ”

Xu Xiaoyu is a very divine horse, and when it is ridden by people it is familiar with and likes, it hardly needs to be operated with much effort, so when the sun is not long after noon, it has already come to the foot of Song Mountain.

The master Chen Xiaohuan said seems to be called Shenyin Shitai.

Her place of residence should be on this hill behind Songshan Mountain.

"There should be a grass shed next to the stream in front," Duan Meimei looked at the sketch drawn by Chen Xiaohuan, decided that it was here, breathed a sigh of relief, tied the horse, and walked up the hill lightly.

Most of the seniors have eccentric personalities, and if you easily annoy them, it's not good.

In the Songshan Mountain in October of the old calendar, the red leaves are just right, and the mountain is like a fire.

The wind is cool, the mountains are cool, but it is not the time to open your mouth to let out white air and can't make a move.

Duan Meimei thought to herself, just with a mountain of red leaves, it is not in vain.

"The leaves of this Acer truncatum are big and round, take two pieces back and put them in Xu Gongzi's book, when he flips through the medical book and sees these two red leaves, he will definitely widen his eyes and love it very much."

"Ginkgo biloba, look at this big ginkgo, I'm afraid it will be more than five hundred years. This golden leaf. ”

"Pick two pieces of ginkgo and take them back to make an appearance, and cut two flowers out."

"No, Childe is already a commander, and what does he look like in clothes with ginkgo patterns?"

"I'm not wearing it right, even Ashou is past that age."

"Ah, give the baby ......"

"Hey, why do you think of the baby, it's still early, it's still early, at least four years later......"

Pleasant thoughts, this journey is like climbing the mountain to enjoy the scenery.

Duan Meimei walked through a forest of red oak and maple trees and entered a rare green area, where a field of cedar trees was planted, still lush green.

A small spring that forms a pool of water here.

There are reeds planted by someone who has planted them by the pool, and they are tall and yellow, and they can cover many things.

"Seniors, seniors......"

Duan Meimei began to look for the master.

"Is anyone there, please?"

Duan Meimei pushed aside the reeds, and there was a small grass shed behind the reeds.

There was indeed a figure in the shed.

It was impossible to see whether it was a man or a woman, and from a distance, Duan Meimei heard a crying voice coming from the man's throat.

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In the courtyard of Xu Yongzhi's residence in Bianliang City, Tokyo, Xu Yongzhi was a little restless.

It had been half an hour since Xu Taiyue was killed, but Huo Yizun had just returned to the courtyard and began to investigate the whereabouts of the assassin.

"How long will it take?"

Xu Yongzhi asked Huo Yizun.

"In an hour, I'm going to dye the fabric with medicine to extract this man's unique use of witchcraft."

"I'll take a look, too."

"No, most clues require a wizard's eye to see."

“……”

Xu Yongzhi remembered the sentence "no talent at all".

"Isn't it like a fingerprint on a contract?"

"That's right, everyone uses it differently."

"Uncle Taishi, go and handle Uncle Taiyue's posthumous affairs, and let people inform him that his son from Ezhou is coming over, his hometown is in the south, why should he go over to be buried, we have to provide all kinds of help." Xu Yongzhi arranged for Xu Taishi to do things.

"No problem." Xu Taishi nodded in agreement.

"Call Ashou to accompany you, you must be careful." Xu Yongzhi said to Taishi.

Xu Yongzhi looked at Xu Taishi and Huo Yizun:

"I can't afford to lose either of you anymore."

"Young master, don't worry." The two of them saluted together.

Xu Taishi went to work on Xu Taiyue's funeral.

Huo Yizun continued to decipher the assassin's trace.

Xu Taishi prepared his crossbow, chain mail, and sword, and sat on the chair and closed his eyes for a while.

He'll have to gather his energy for the tough battle ahead.

Be sure to kill this scoundrel with your own hands!

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Duan Meimei picked up the reeds and called softly a few times, but no one answered.

She looked at the crossbow in her hand, thought about it, and then got bold and came to the door of the hut.

In case Xiao Phantom is injured, I have to help her quickly.

Say yes is the door.

It's nothing more than a cotton curtain.

Lifting the curtain, Duan Meimei was startled by the smell inside.

The strong smell of blood lingered in the shed.

There are no gods, no teachers;

There are no fairy wind bones, only people are dying and struggling.

A yellow, thin man was lying on a haystack that was used as a bed, moaning in pain.

is also like gold, Duan Meimei has been working in Shanzitang for a long time, and her experience in dealing with wounds is enriched.

The most serious injuries should be the two chopsticks behind the shoulders, in addition, the person also grabbed a piece of cloth from his vest, I don't know if there are internal injuries.

The man's clothes were bloodied and filthy.

There was no quilt, no quilt, not a single clean cloth.

Duan Meimei hurriedly picked up a small clay pot in the shack, went to the mouth of the spring to fetch clean water, saw that the pool was clear, and tried it with a silver needle, the water should not have been polluted.

Little by little, she cleaned the man's wounds.

Regardless of friend or foe, when you see a dying person, the first thing you think about is rescue, not killing, this is the duty of the people of Shanzitang.

Duan Meimei did this, firstly, because of her original kind and simple character; The second is because she has been influenced by Xu Yongzhi since she was a teenager, and she never turns her back on suffering.

The two chopsticks penetrated deep into the muscles of the back and pinned to the shoulder blades, which may also have cracked bones.

The person who plays chopsticks is obviously a master of martial arts, not to mention that his martial arts are similar to Xu Gongzi, at least to the level of Uncle Taishi.

Why did this yellow and thin man provoke such a powerful person?

The blood is black.

If you squeeze it again, it's still black.

After squeezing for a long time, the blood is still purple and black.

Duan Meimei didn't dare to squeeze anymore, Xu Taishi taught her that blood is basically ten catties for men and eight catties for women, and one-tenth of it flows, and her life is worried.

She took out a medical kit, broke open and crushed the knife wound medicine from Shanzitang, sprinkled it on the wound, and then sprinkled it with the cooked incense ash in the dressing bag, and then fixed it with gauze.

Bandaging the shoulder, this gauze is far from enough, there is no large cloth in the medicine bag.

As soon as it is loosened slightly, the blood will flow out again.

Duan Meimei thought about it, but she couldn't care about it, she reached into her arms and tore off the placket of her shirt, so that she could tie the man's wound.

The man's pain gradually subsided, and so did the groaning.

It was only at this time that Meimei saw the man's face.

A thin face, not ugly, but the face is pale and seems to have been eroded by some drugs for a long time.

The man finally opened his eyes.

"Thank goodness this guy is alive."

Duan Meimei breathed a long sigh of relief.

Soon she was nervous again.

This man is too scary to look at.

Although he is not ugly, there is a sense of gloomy compassion in his eyes, as if there is an extremely deep hatred that is about to burst out from the bottom of his eyes.

His body, yellow and thin, resembled sun-dried wood, and like a river beach that had been waterless for many years.

He definitely didn't die.

But he doesn't look like a living person either.

"I'll leave you the medicine bag, that little pill is oral, it can nourish qi and replenish blood, it's fine...... I'll go first. Duan Meimei smiled wryly, and carried the small burden on her back, which was her coil.

When she came in to save people, she put her crossbow outside the shed.

"You ......"

The man spoke.

A gloomy and hoarse voice, very unpleasant.

"Is it a reward?"

"What?" Duan Meimei's heart sank.

However, she quickly relieved herself, "Who is Jiang Li?" Maybe it's his sweetheart. ”

"I'm not Jiang Li, my name is Duan Meimei."

The man held out a hand to her.

This hand is so dirty, it's all dry and bloody scabs.

Duan Meimei still shook that hand gently.

Just like when Xu Yongzhi felt obligated to smile at that window.

Comforting the sick and wounded is the only thing a practitioner can do most of the time.

Because we know too little about the word life and death.

But the hand immediately took her hand.

"If it's okay, I'll go first."

Duan Meimei withdrew her hand, smirked and stepped back, she was really scared.

The hand beckoned to him, which meant to come closer.

"What, do you want to give martial arts cheats?"

Duan Meimei thought, but her intuition told her that something was wrong with this man.

There is a kind of daydream that saves a fairy, and the fairy asks you to choose one of the gold, silver, and iron axes.

In reality, there is a high probability that we will help some white-eyed wolves.

Let's choose one of the gold, silver, and iron axes:

"Which axe do I use to hack you to death, and you will feel more comfortable?"

"The ghost has just passed!" Duan Meimei shouted, turned around and opened the curtain and ran.

It's late!

The man's hands were like eagle's talons, too fast.

This one just grabbed Duan Meimei's belt, Duan Meimei broke free forward, was pulled like this, turned twice like a spinning top, and fell to the ground at once.

The clothes and straps are still in the other party's hands.

The coat must be thrown off as soon as possible.

Duan Meimei struggled desperately.

The man got up and slowly followed her behind.

She crawled through the reeds and looked up to see a figure in front of her.

"Help!"

All she had in mind was Xu Yongzhi, but she immediately understood that it was impossible, and she didn't tell Xu Yongzhi where she went.

"Chen Xiaofan, you dead girl, come and save me!"

It's not Chen Xiaofan.

Duan Meimei saw the two dry, brownish-yellow legs.

The man had already appeared in front of her.

She retreats, she retreats.

She touches, she touches stones, she touches branches.

Suddenly, she touched her crossbow.

She took it, aimed it at the man and pulled the trigger.

If you don't dare to look at it, you will definitely aim off.

The bolt struck the man on the left shoulder.

The man whimpered, feeling very aggrieved.

"Ah, don't come here, come here again, I'll still hurt you......"

Duan Meimei hurriedly loaded her crossbow arrows.

But the man wasn't going to give him another chance.

He grabbed the crossbow and threw it far into the pool.

The last bit of hope is gone with the waves.

The man raised his arm and slapped Duan Meimei hard.

There was a salty taste in her mouth, Duan Meimei was hit by this blow, her teeth bit her lips, and blood flowed down the corners of her mouth.

At this time, Duan Meimei was only wearing a shirt and pants.

In those days, if a woman did not wear a skirt, she would have no clothes.

The placket of the shirt had been torn off and bandaged, and now it could not cover the girl's body well.

The corpse-like man smirked.

His hands were like pincers, and he grasped the girl who had rescued and healed him, and carried her into the reeds.

The delicate cattails and reeds should not hide such a monstrous sin.

The red leaves on the mountain are paper, and I am afraid that I can't write this shameful grace.

After being slapped several times and choked by the throat a few times, the girl was finally at the mercy of the wicked man.

She looked up at the sky, her hands clutching everything she could.

A handful of dirt, a reed.

"To survive, to take revenge."

That's when she saw the bird.

The bird that kept sending her letters from her best friends.

The black bird let out the laugh of a proud, crisp human woman.

This laughter exposed her master.

This is not Chen Xiaofan's bird at all.

It is the red-billed wren brother of Forsythia Lee.

"I've fallen into this woman's trap."

The pain in the body and the humiliation of being violated did not knock the girl down.

When I saw the bird, I suddenly felt very aggrieved and desolate.

Her tears were threaded and ticked down her cheeks.

"Xu Yongzhi, come and save me."

"Woooooooooo......oo I broke myself......"

"Come on, you ***, if you don't come again, I'm going to die!"

When you're at your worst, it seems that only by cursing yourself will get better.

When night fell, when Chang Gengxing appeared, the man who looked like a dry corpse finally stopped and sat on the ground.

A flash of light flashed, and a moon gate appeared out of thin air.

Portals.

Someone's coming!