Chapter Seventy-Two: Xiangyang Meets the Dead
The coughing sound in his ears woke up Ming Xiaoyang, and he quickly sat back in place like an electric shock.
Li Mochou, who originally looked confused, had a more crimson face, his head lowered, buried in the two towers, and he seemed to have no face to see people.
"I'm still here, I'm not dead!" Lin Chaoying Shi Ran put down the jade hand on his lips, glared at Ming Xiaoyang fiercely, and said unceremoniously.
Although the people here are all their own people, their own masters have not been spared, and the two disciples are destined to not be able to escape.
But I know in my heart that if I want to accept it quickly, it is still too difficult for a strong person.
"Ugh." Ming Xiaoyang smiled awkwardly, looking apologetic.
"Chaoying, you have to believe in my heart for you."
"I believe it." Lin Chaoying nodded with a smile, and shook her head quickly, "It's a pity that your heart is too fraternal, and there are too many people pretending." ”
When Ming Xiaoyang heard this, his face was like having a face painting meeting, helpless, guilty, and even a trace of self-satisfaction.
"It's been almost half a month since we set off." Ouyang Qing sent a piece of fruit to Ming Xiaoyang's mouth and looked at the outside world, "Calculate the time, it should be almost Xiangyang, right?" ”
"It shouldn't be a few days." Ming Xiaoyang estimated it and replied.
With the skills of these people, even with two pets, Pippi and the Condor, it is enough to travel thousands of miles a day.
However, it was not easy to come once, how could I not take a look at the twilight of the Great Song Dynasty.
If you leave again this time, there will be no chance to come back in the future, Ming Xiaoyang did not say this explicitly, but the other women all knew it.
Therefore, Lin Chaoying and other women especially cherish the last time they get along in this world.
In order to live more comfortably, Ming Xiaoyang spent a lot of money and spent a lot of effort to build such a luxurious carriage.
As he has done so many times, he never treats himself badly!
"First go to the Sword Demon Valley to meet Dugu's predecessors, and then go south to the Immortal Changchun Valley to settle the last grievance." Ming Xiaoyang sighed, "Then, you can leave here." ”
"Hmm." Wang Yuyan nodded slightly, her face was tender, and her heart was even more moved: it turned out that he had always remembered it, never forgotten it.
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Squeak!
Wherever such extravagant carriages go, they are bound to stir up quite a stir. Helplessly, Ming Xiaoyang took the lead and killed many homeless people who wanted to fish in troubled waters, shocking the rest of the people.
In addition, the carriage deliberately went very slowly, allowing the news to spread. After ten days and half a month, the people who originally had the idea of fighting this carriage got the news.
This carriage is recognized as the world's number one master, the car of Wuwuzi and his wife Lin Chaoying, as well as the disciples of the sect.
In this way, even if some high-ranking people can mobilize a large army and think that they are enough to deal with them, they have to think about whether it is worth it.
Ming Xiaoyang and his entourage can be regarded as clean.
On this day, the dawn.
The thin mist has not completely dissipated, and there is still a little bit of water vapor left in the void, outside Xiangyang City, a carriage the size of a small house, pulled by eight good horses, finally entered the scope of Xiangyang City.
Xiangyang, in ancient times, was the seat of Jingzhou, and the location was dangerous.
During the Three Kingdoms period, Jingzhou Mu Liu Biao sat on the side of Jingzhou, dominated the south of Tiannan, resisted Eastern Wu in the south, and rejected Cao Cao in the north.
Although Cao Cao, who was known for his traitorous male in troubled times, was ridiculed as a dog guarding the household, this dog of guarding the household was able to suppress Liu Bei, who was known for being the master of devouring, and he did nothing in the past few years.
When the Song dynasty crossed to the south, Xiangyang City became the first important place for the Song army to resist the threat from the north.
The city has a perennial collection of countless ordnance, grain and grass, in addition to tens of thousands of elite soldiers.
Inside the carriage, in the bedroom, which was at the rear, covered with sheepskin cushions.
The beauties had already fallen asleep, and in their sleep they let out a dream, and the huge pet panda Pippi lay on one side, snuggling up to each other with her good friend, the Condor.
In a corner of the bedroom, Ming Xiaoyang hugged Lin Chaoying with one hand and Wang Yuyan with the other.
On the smooth cheeks of this similar master and apprentice, there is still a little bit of wind and rain that has not yet dissipated, which makes people know at a glance what happened last night.
Swish!
After some exhaustion, Ming Xiaoyang fell asleep, extremely transparent, you can perceive the heart of heaven on the top, and you can see the operation of the heart of heaven on the bottom, and the mind returns instantly.
A pair of tightly closed eyes opened suddenly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: Is it finally here? I thought you wouldn't come!
Unexpectedly, it's still here!
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Get! Get! Get!
In the thin mist, dozens of horsemen passed through the clouds and mist, scattered into a fan, and surrounded from all sides.
All of them had firm faces and cold expressions.
At the head of the group were two men, one was majestic, with a bit of a dull and dull look, and the other was thin and handsome.
At their side, each followed a young girl.
The woman next to the majestic man is pretty and moving, but it looks a little spicy, and the woman beside the handsome man is bright and charming, like the embodiment of spring water.
The rest of the people are sturdy, and some of them are even thicker with hands and feet, so that people can see at a glance that they are people who have practiced very strong fist and foot kung fu.
"Kangdi." kept pressing towards the carriage, with a dull face, which inevitably made people look at it with two words: the foolish Guo Jing turned his head and looked at the former sworn brother beside him, and now the younger brother of the worshipper.
"You're right, Sanssouci is really in this carriage?"
"Hmm." Yang Kang nodded heavily, his face gloomy.
Some time ago, under the auspices of Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji, Yang Kang had married Mu Nianci, and Guo Jing married the eldest lady of the Iron Palm Gang, Iron Palm Lotus Qiu Qianqi.
Originally, this was nothing, but they could intersect with the brothers, and they accidentally learned that Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping, two brothers, were injured, and the person who shot was the couple who lived in seclusion in the tomb of the living dead.
Since they were born, their fate has been played with by each other between applause, and then, there is a sense of manipulation, and new hatred and old hatred have occurred together, and today's scene has appeared.
Dozens of martial arts masters, under the leadership of Guo Jing and Yang Kang, took advantage of the mist that had not yet dissipated in the morning, and quietly touched it.
The horse's hooves were wrapped in a white cloth to prevent too much movement and wake up the masters in the carriage.
Thirty steps!
Twenty steps!
Fifteen steps!
It was getting closer and closer to the carriage, but the people in the carriage had not moved for a long time, and they didn't seem to have woken up yet.
For a while, from Guo Jing and Yang Kang to Qiu Qianqi and Mu Nianci, their eyes flashed with excitement, and they couldn't wait to do it now.
Yang Kang, as the leader, barely suppressed his unbearable mood, urged the horse under his crotch, and continued to move forward.
Twelve steps!
Ten steps!
It has already been forced to ten steps away, just wait for an order, and everyone who has been prepared for it can strike together.
Yang Kang's hand was raised high, and it could fall at any time, sending out a signal to attack!