"Red-sleeved girl, where is Jingmo?" Painting 13 early in the morning quietly came to the Chunmanlou.

The red sleeves leaned on the railing and glanced lazily at the painting thirteen: "One, the old lady is not a girl anymore, and second, there is no one called Jingmo here." ”

In the early morning, the guests in the building were sparse, and a few girls who were red and green rushed up to greet the guests when they saw the painting thirteen, and the painting thirteen avoided left and right, retreated again and again, and said to the red sleeves: "If she really doesn't want to see me, can you please help me with a word?" ”

Red Sleeves glanced at Thirteen, snorted lightly, turned around and staggered upstairs, not intending to ignore him.

"One thousand taels!" Painting 13's neat and cheerful voice came from the woman's pile to the ears of the red sleeves.

Red Sleeves suddenly stopped, slowly turned her head, gently squinted her slightly convex round eyes, and looked at the stack of silver tickets held up in the hand of the painting thirteen, she raised her arms, and the girls dispersed with unhappiness on their faces. She went downstairs and twisted in front of Thirteen.

"This is the money Jingmo owes you." Hua Thirteen put the silver ticket in Red Sleeves' hand, "If she doesn't want to see me, please help me tell her that the capital is not suitable for a long time." If I have a life... I am fortunate enough to get out, and I may go to the land of Sichuan and Shu to see her. ”

Red Sleeves stuffed the silver ticket into his waist bag, the light in his eyes flashed, and he sneered at Hua Thirteen, who was about to turn away: "What? Tickled the spring hearts of our sisters, leaving a few beautiful words that are not boundary? Sure enough, one is more mouthless than the other! ”

"Sister Red Sleeves, don't tease him." A familiar delicate voice floated from upstairs, "Thirteenth Prince, Momo is not here. ”

"Has she already left the capital?" Painting Thirteen's heart sank, and suddenly there were several feelings of loss.

Man Man nodded, made a detour and said, "She went to the suburbs to collect medicine, about thirty or forty miles north of the capital, a place called Leigong Gorge. ”

"Lei Gong Gorge?" Painting Thirteen couldn't help but be very surprised, this place had left a deep imprint on his heart, "Did she go alone?" How long has it been gone? ”

Man Man was slightly startled by the nervous appearance of Painting Thirteen, nodded and said: "It's been two or three hours since I left, and it seems that I have to go, and I didn't let anyone accompany me, you know, she got up stubbornly...... Huh? Why are you going? ”

Before Manman finished speaking, the thirteenth painting ran out in a hurry, untied a horse in front of the door, and galloped towards the north of the capital, he was very flustered, not only because the wall of Lei Gong Gorge is thousands of miles, only birds can cross, but it is a dangerous place through the ages, but also because it is located at the junction of the two countries of Daya and Taya, no matter which side of the border cavalry patrols the Taya Dayin, it is extremely dangerous, and the horse thieves who wander on the edge of the desert are even more rampant.

Thinking like this, the speed of drawing thirteen horses was faster, and he couldn't wait to ride the wind, and appeared in front of Jingmo in a blink of an eye. Worried, he didn't notice that there was a figure as red as a maple leaf behind him, and he didn't expect that the mantis catching cicada and yellow finch were behind, and there was a black shadow with a treacherous figure quietly following closely behind.

Painting thirteen fast horses whipped up and ran out of thirty miles in one breath, and he saw from a distance the cliffs on both sides of the Leigong Gorge that were like sharp axe blades slashing straight between heaven and earth, a deep and gloomy place, like a place for ghosts and ghosts, which was prohibitive.

"Jingmo!"

Painting 13 caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette fluttering on the cliff face, hearing his call from the hollow, and looking up at him with the help of a rope made of vines swinging on the smooth mountain wall.

"Watch your back!" Jingmo saw the dark shadow behind the thirteenth painting, and reminded sharply, startling a group of birds around him.

Painting 13 lowered his waist and turned around, but was slapped to the ground by a man in black, Painting 13 felt a hot current flowing out of his nostrils, he reached out and saw a piece of red stained on his fingers, and suddenly felt a dizziness, and let out an uncontrollable "ah".

In a blur, he saw the man in black in front of him approaching him step by step, he gritted his teeth, barely raised his eyelids and stepped back a little, while the man in black pressed forward step by step, the corners of his mouth hooked up an evil and eerie smile, and kicked hard at the dazed painting thirteen who had fainted on the edge of the cliff.

"Thirteen less!"

Painting 13 faintly heard a familiar voice as the world was spinning, but it was soon crumpled in the fierce wind whirring in his ears, and he fell straight down the smooth cliff wall like an arrow. In a trance, he even saw his senior brother who had been pierced by a sword many years ago beckoning to him on the edge of the cliff, and suddenly, that hand reached out to him and got closer and closer to him......

On the cliff, the cold wind blew the clothes fluttering, the two black shadows were fighting each other tensely, in the blink of an eye, the blades collided with the blades, the two black shadows fought for dozens of rounds like gossip and two poles, and each other saw each other's moves, no one could find anyone's flaws, and no one could kill anyone's vital point, suddenly, the sword light shook, knocking out the opponent's fierce scimitar shaped like a string moon.

"You killed him!" Chang Ling's sharp sword tip went straight to the opponent's throat.

"Is it hard to kill someone?" A cold voice came faintly. The man in black was not wearing an ordinary night clothes, but a black coat with a dark gold collar and a hooked gold waist, his long hair fluttered in the wind, covering half of his face, and the remaining half of his face was faintly long with large and small pockmarks, but because his facial features were thin and thin, he looked a little handsome. His face and figure are similar to Chang Ling, the difference is that he always has a deep and gloomy face, thin lips are closed when he doesn't speak, and his slender eyes are gloomy and resolute, and he can't see a trace of waves.

The man in black glanced at the misty and bottomless Lei Gongxia, and looked at Chang Ling, whose eyes were closed, with a solemn smile, and was not at all shocked by the cold blade on his neck: "Brother, your last move, 'White Feather Turning the Tide', is really getting more and more beneficial." ”

"Changji, do you know who the person you pushed off the cliff just now!" Chang Ling shouted in pain, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"I haven't seen you for many years, how can you talk to my brother like this?" Chang Ji didn't care, he retreated half a step back, raised his hand and gently flicked away the white feather sword that Chang Ling pointed at his throat, and smiled evilly, "This painting thirteen is the person I was ordered to kill, how could I not recognize him?" ”

"Drawing Thirteen is the one I chose!" Two lines of tears flew out of Chang Ling's tightly closed eyes, and the strength of his green hand gripping the hilt of the sword was ten times heavier, but he couldn't cut it down, "Before you and I go out of the mountain, the master has a word first, and each chooses the main assistant to assist, even if you don't form an alliance and make friends, you can't become an enemy!" ”

When Changji heard this, he couldn't help but laugh: "My stupid brother, why haven't you been enlightened at all after so many years!" Farewell to Yuanne Mountain, you stuffy your head to the north, drive straight to the desert, I came to the capital to show my strength, do you think that the empty people are really Daluo immortals, and they can count the world to do nothing? How can he control me? You don't want to go back to that deserted mountain, do you? ”

Chang Ling seemed to be stunned for a moment, all along, it was always difficult for him to understand many of Changji's thoughts, Chang Ling said a little incredulously: "Master said that after seven years of training out of the mountain, he will return to the mountain." I've been with you for more than six years, long machine! How can you kill him! ”

Chang Ji took a step ahead of Chang Ling's move, lifted the raging scimitar, and hooked the white feather sword in Chang Ling's hand with a twist in the air, staring at the double-layer sword box on Chang Ling's back with ill intentions: "Want to kill me?" Come on! If you have the ability to take out your Youquan Sword, let me see what the power of the sword that the damn Kongdao people have forged with half their lives! ”

"Bang", a fist as fast as the wind but as heavy as Mount Tai's top slammed into Changji's face, Changji was coldly beaten by this punch and was dizzy, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

At this moment, Chang Ling suddenly heard a rustling sound from the edge of the cliff, and he swooped down on the edge of the cliff and touched a sturdy vine. Behind him, there was a gust of wind, and suddenly there was silence, and he could no longer hear any sound of the long plane, as if it had passed away with the wind. Before Chang Ling could think about it for a while, the vines trembled slightly and rubbed against the boulder on the edge of the cliff, Chang Ling stretched out his hand and pulled it, and found that there seemed to be something hanging heavily below.

"Wake up, wake up!" Fortunately, the vines were firmly wrapped around Jingmo's waist, so she could free her hands and grab the painting thirteen who fell from the edge of the cliff. At this moment, if someone looks from the top of the cliff opposite Leigong Gorge, they will definitely be surprised that there are two people wandering around on the wall of Wanren Mountain, which can be described as hanging by a thread. This was not the most terrifying thing, but what was even more terrifying was that there were indeed people on the opposite cliff, but those people were not surprised, but drew their big bows with great vigilance, and carefully watched the two figures hanging under the cliff like dead leaves.

Hua Thirteen heard a familiar voice, and only then did he come back to his senses slightly from his trance, and saw clearly that the hands that grabbed him were not from the senior brother who died under the cliff back then, but the Jingmo he was looking for on this trip, and he forcibly resisted the dizziness that surged up in his skull, and woke up.

Jingmo saw the blood stains under the nose of the painting thirteen, and understood that he was suffering from fainting again, so he had to keep calling his name. Suddenly, a cold arrow fell from the sky, and it only missed a few inches to hit the heart of Thirteen, and Thirteen was awake for the most part: "Taya's border cavalry!" ”

Jingmo was suddenly startled, and shook the vines vigorously, trying to block the painting thirteen behind him. And at this time, Jing Mo suddenly felt that the vines around his waist seemed to have a burst of force, and a familiar voice came from the top of the cliff:

"Thirteen less! Is that you? ”

Painting Thirteen barely shook his spirits at this time, and replied in a loud voice: "Changling, pull us up!" ”

Immediately afterwards, the vines began to move up inch by inch, and the cavalry on the opposite side saw that they seemed to be making a move, so they drew their bows and arrows at the same time as the thirteen and Jingmo, and for a moment the arrows were like weaving to catch the two who followed the way.

Painting Thirteen's nose was still bleeding, but he couldn't care about fainting or not. At this time, although the two ends of Leigong Gorge are far apart, and the arrows occasionally deviate, it is very likely that they will be shot and injured before climbing the cliff, even if they are lucky not to be shot by an arrow, but if they are shot by vines, both of them will be buried at the bottom of the gorge and will never recover.

Painting Thirteen was completely sober, and when Jingmo was exhausted, he grabbed the vine with all his might, firmly hugged Jingmo, looked at the misty abyss under him, and looked at the worry and fear in her eyes that could not be concealed, and the wind in her ears was whistling. He asked in a low voice, "Jingmo, are you afraid?" ”

Jing Mo gently bit her lips, which had turned white, and her cold hands tightly wrapped around Hua Thirteen's back, and her eyebrows seemed to tremble slightly when she spoke: "I'm not afraid." Draw thirteen, in fact, I-ah! ”