Mu Cangping meditated on the stone steps in front of the door.

The sky is getting twilight, and the sunset in the west has been eroded by the blue and blue mountains in the distance, and the sinking time is more prosperous, rendering the stratus clouds from far and near to a piece of red, from orange to red, like a pot of blood soup hanging upside down in the sky, hanging but not falling.

The blood splashed on Mu Cangping's body, blurring on his Qingyuan eyebrows, showing an awe-inspiring sharp taste that was completely inconsistent with the blandness of his temperament.

Han Jujun had been following Mu Cangping for a long time, but he had never seen him practice swords.

At Mu Cangping's level, it was unnecessary for him to study hard and practice the necessary homework of these martial arts practitioners. Because whether it is the subtle grasp of the moves, or the control of speed and power, he has reached a supreme point, and it is impossible to make any breakthroughs.

Only the sword intent and the sword realm, the opportunity is mysterious, and it must be obtained from comprehension.

Han Jujun stood silently on one side, and after many years of service, he had trained enough calmness. Although Lei Yin's face told him that things were very bad, he didn't plan to speak in front of Mu Cangping.

Almost half of the incense had passed, and Mu Cangping slowly opened his eyes.

"Coming?"

Mu Cangping is not a person who likes to talk nonsense, but he is extremely patient with Tan Zhou and Han Jujun, who are right-hand men.

Tan Zhou died, and Han Jujun's status became more and more prominent.

"There's a letter in the house, go look at it."

"Yes."

Han Jujun is a down-to-earth person who is irreplaceable because of his excellent work ability. He will not be as cautious as Tan Zhou, trying to figure out what to cater to Mu Cangping's mind everywhere. Secret letters are not what he should read, but since Mu Cangping said it, there is no need for him to pretend to excuse himself in order to avoid suspicion.

The letter was written by Xin Baige, informing him of the arrest of Mu Zijian's brother and sister in Ruzhou a day ago.

He finally knew why Lei Yin's face was so bad.

It was only a few days after Mu Men released the news that Qu Yuer was captured, Jin Yanchen received the news and sent someone to find out the whereabouts of Mu Zijian's brothers and sisters, and then sent someone to Ruyin to capture Mu Zijian and Mu Yueting before they returned to Luoyang, and it was too late in time.

The biggest possibility is that the news was revealed in advance. And Qu Yuer was personally escorted to Yuzhou, and he never faked the hands of others.

Mu Cangping should have doubted him, but he didn't speak, waiting for him to justify himself.

Han Jujun quickly took stock in his mind, and there was no omission in any link along the way from Mobei to Yuzhou. If the only place where change is possible is that he couldn't resist Qu Yuer's request, he took her on a detour into Chang'an.

But how did Qu Yuer pass on the news?

"I took Qu Yuer to Chang'an." At this point, it was no longer possible to hide it. If he doesn't say it, Mu Cangping will also find out.

"Oh-" Mu Cangping got up quietly. He is young and old, and he has become more and more stable over the years, and it is difficult to see the joy and anger from his words, "Go to Chang'an...... Do what? ”

"She wants to go to Jin Yanchen's hometown to have a look."

Mu Cangping was about to enter the house, when he heard this, his figure froze, turned his head to look at Han Jujun, and repeated his words again, "Go to Jin Yanchen's hometown to have a look?" ”

"Yes."

A thin and shallow smile gradually rose from the corner of Mu Cangping's mouth, like spring water floating on thin ice, and Han Jujun's heart rose and sank, and there was a huge uneasiness.

He wasn't worried about himself.

Because of his own negligence, he was so tired that the head of the family and his children were both captured, and he admitted to the heavy punishment. But Qu Yu'er ...... I was soft-hearted for a while, thinking that I had fulfilled her last wish, but now it seems that it hurt her.

Mu Cangping really turned around and paced towards the courtyard where Qu Yu'er was.

He stood under the garden tree and watched quietly.

The woman who leaned against the window and sang lightly had a natural good voice, slightly hoarse. With a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, she is a beauty. doll

Beauty alone is not enough, for a military man like Han Jujun, who has hardened his heart, to have pity, there must be something else special.

He only looked at it for a moment before he understood.

The girl was only in her twenties, but she had the splendor and compassion of an older man, as if she was born with a powerful power of compassion that could tolerate all the pain and unhappiness in this world.

From the heart, not pretentious, not fake.

Qu Yu'er finished singing, looked out the window and sat quietly for a while, probably feeling something, turned her head, and just met Mu Cangping's deep eyes.

That's not the look a young girl should have - not panicked or sad, like a warrior who calmly goes to the death.

Mu Cangping's gaze slid down and landed on the cloth tiger in Qu Yu'er's hand.

***

A flying ride in the wilderness.

Yaojia and Yaobing Yaoxin clenched the hilt of the sword in their hands, but they didn't move, but every inch of muscle in their body was already tense, and they entered a tense state of preparation.

Qian Yu stood up directly.

At the last moment of capturing Mu Zijian, he stepped on the long river and crossed it, and his legs and feet were severely injured by Sen Han's sword qi.

Mei Longxue was the latest of the killers in the Heavenly Palace to notice the abnormality. By that time the horse had galloped within two miles. In the ears of Qian Yu and the others, the sound of the horse's hooves was like a heavy mallet beating a drum, and it was very heavy.

One man and one horse are like lightning suddenly.

To the astonishment, the seemingly unstoppable wild horse suddenly knelt on all fours at a distance of three feet from the convoy, and fell to the ground without moving.

Qian Yu reacted very quickly, pushed the sword back into the sheath with a push of the palm root, and bowed respectfully to the visitor.

"I've seen Elder Qu."

Qu Ya had already abandoned his horse and jumped up before the wild horse that had exhausted his physical strength fell to the ground, landed firmly in front of Qian Yu, took a step forward, and held Qian Yu's arm, "What about people? ”

With a brief touch, he keenly sensed that the power on his palm was wrong, lowered his eyes to look at Qianyu's legs, and then got the answer from Qianyu's eyes.

A few years ago, some people in the rivers and lakes privately talked about the fact that there was no successor to Mumen, and the glory of the family ended in Mu Cangping's generation. There is no basis for this.

After all, Mu Zijian is young, and the reason why he doesn't shine is because he has a father who is too dazzling.

His own strength is definitely not weak, the top five famous swords, in any sect, it is a rare strongest of the strong. With the presence of Xin Baige, the eldest niece cultivated by Xin Wei, and Mu Lan, the "Dream Pipa", it is not easy to capture Mu Zijian alive.

"I'm tired." Qu Ya said in a deep voice.

"What is within the subordinates, why do the elders need to say thanks." Qian Yu was a little flattered, Qu Ya was the martial arts master he had always respected, and he had been the chief elder of the Ming Palace and Changle Palace for many years, only they, the old men of the Changle Palace, knew how heavy this thank you was, "Elder, please come with me." ”

The night was broken by a sudden torch.

Mu Yueting instinctively shrank back, not forgetting to hug Mu Zijian beside him.

Mu Zijian was as hot as coals, and he had already fainted.

He had multiple sword wounds on his body, the heaviest sword pierced into his hip bone, and if he was not treated in time, I am afraid he would not be able to walk normally for the rest of his life.

Mu Yueting trembled, and her cheeks, which were covered with heavy powder, were washed out of the ravines by tears, revealing her original skin.

This was probably the ugliest appearance of her life, but she didn't have time to care about it, and stared at the old man who was walking towards her in the blinding firelight.

It was a fresh face, not tall, but it gave people the feeling of majesty, like a mountain, like a rock, which could protect everything and destroy everything.

She let out a sharp cry in extreme fear, "I beg you, I will help you save Qu Yu'er!" You can do whatever you want me to do...... Please help my eldest brother find a doctor. ”