Chapter 12: The Unexpected

Chunzhu looked at the direction in which Mo Baisheng disappeared, and made strange requests and strange actions to Mo Baisheng. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHe's a mushy head, and he can't figure it out, and he can't guess why.

"Master, the situation is not good, the person who is tracking us is here, and we have to think of something to hide. Chunzhu's sea of knowledge came from Qingtong's voice.

Hide, hide there? This is an open field, and there is not even a big stone. Chunzhu raised his eyes to find a place to hide, and there was a pond a dozen steps away, and next to the pond was a rice field. In the harvested paddy field, dozens of piles of straw are piled up.

The people who were tracking him and Mo Baisheng were getting closer and closer. Chunzhu didn't have much time to think about it, he had to make a decision right away, where to hide?

"Hall Master, there are blood stains here. The disciples of the Qingzhou Gang who had searched for them shouted loudly.

The Qiu Hall Master squatted down, touched the blood stains on the ground with his hand, and looked around: "The blood stains haven't dried yet, it seems that the old thing is not lightly injured, he can't run too far, maybe he is hiding in these straw stacks." ”

"Hall Master Qiu, there are dozens of haystacks here, do you want to search them one by one?" asked the disciple of the Qingzhou Gang who found the bloodstains.

"Don't bother so much, burn, burn with fire. The master of the Qiu Hall said expressionlessly: "What the guests asked us for was the Flame Slash, and they didn't say that they wanted to bring the surnamed Mo back alive." ”

Chunzhu hid his figure, he couldn't see it, the five people he was following were now forty or fifty people. These forty or fifty people, under the instruction of the Qiu Hall Master, only six people were selected to set fire to the rice field, and the rest were scattered and surrounded around the rice field to prevent Mo Baisheng from escaping again.

"Hall Master Qiu, who is the one who saved Old Man Mo tonight?I see that this kid's light work is not bad, I don't know what kind of work he has in hand?" The Qingzhou Gang disciple who found the blood stains on the ground asked with some concern.

He didn't know that what Chunzhu was doing was to practice the immortal realm's anti-qi chasing technique. I just feel that the spring bamboo flying and jumping is beyond the reach of ordinary Jianghu masters, so I think of the Qi Chasing Wind Technique as a peerless light skill that is unique in the world.

"Who is this person? However, judging from his light skills, this person is by no means an ordinary master of the rivers and lakes. He suddenly said nervously, "Tell me to go down, and if this person appears alone, let him go, and don't stop him." If he and the surnamed Mo appear together, let everyone rush up, intercept and kill the surnamed Mo, and don't bump into that person. ”

But dozens of stacks of straw were burned out in a blink of an eye, and the two situations that the hall master said did not appear.

"The one surnamed Mo is not hiding here?" The Qiu Hall Master looked at the burned straw stack suspiciously, and looked around: "Then where will he hide?" he kept thinking. He crouched down again, observing the blood on the ground.

"Hall Master Qiu, could the person surnamed Mo hide in the pond?" asked a disciple of the Qingzhou Gang.

"Isn't that old thing wounded and hiding in the water?"

He paused and said, "Why don't you let the brothers put some poisonous dragons in the pond and test it?" After speaking, he looked around the bloodstains for clues left by Mo Baisheng.

Just when the people of the Light Boat Gang were about to put a basket of poisonous snakes into the pond. A pair of footprints in the rice field that were deeply imprinted in the soil attracted the attention of the Qiu Hall Master, and he followed the direction of the footprints' toes and hurried away. More than a dozen feet away from the footprints, he saw the same pair of footprints.

"Wait. He shouted to stop the disciple of the Light Boat Gang who was about to release the poisonous snake into the pond, and looked up in the direction where the footprints extended.

"Damn, fooled. "The master of the hall did not say that the burning of the straw pile was a mistake in his own judgment, but said that all this was an illusion arranged for them by Mo Baisheng.

"Chase, damn, follow the direction of the footprints on the ground. The master of the Qiu Hall was annoyed and angry: "I don't believe that your surname Mo can go to heaven and earth, and you can escape from the palm of my Qingzhou Gang." ”

Chunzhu waited until the people of the Qingzhou Gang left, crawled out of the pond wet, looked at the direction of the Qingzhou Gang's departure with palpitations, and said softly: "It's so dangerous, I almost became a turtle in the urn." ”

"You are not a turtle in an urn, you are a turtle in a pond. A red light flashed, and the ghost child Qingtong jumped out of the hidden space, joking with Chunzhu while looking at Mo Baisheng's footprints left in the rice field.

"Master, it was your stepfather's deliberate footprints that saved us. Qingtong said gratefully.

Chunzhu carefully looked at the footprints left by Mo Baisheng, and said movingly: "Yes, these footprints must have been left by my father-in-law to save me." Judging from the qi chasing wind exerted by his father-in-law, even a fluttering leaf can send him twenty feet away. It would never leave such deep footprints in the rice fields, and the distance between them was only a dozen zhang. ”

"Uncle Mo has put a lot of effort into saving you. Qingtong looked at the east that was about to dawn, and said with emotion: "Such a caring person did not escape the conspiracy of others, and the family was poisoned." ”

Qingtong's words reminded Chunzhu, and he ran towards the broken temple and shouted to Qingtong: "Quick, return to your space, quickly." ”

Qingtong couldn't understand what nerves Chunzhu was experiencing, but he still followed Chunzhu's meaning, conjured into a red light, sneaked into the space on Chunzhu's shoulder, and hid his figure.

Chunzhu rushed to the broken temple, and the Qingzhou Gang had already collected the poisonous snake array arranged outside the broken temple, leaving not a single poisonous snake.

The strong man with the long sword, lying lonely on the ground, had been dead for a long time. The naked, exposed complexion, with a black and purple color, can be seen without asking, which is a symptom of snake venom.

Wan Yantong has disappeared, whether he escaped alone or was taken captive by the Qingzhou Gang, it is difficult to say.

Chunzhu didn't have time to think about this, and rushed into the broken temple, and Qi'er was gone. The girl who was pierced through the chest, lying in a pool of blood, seemed to be more than lucky.

Chunzhu sat on the ground and muttered to himself: "I'm late, Qi'er is gone, I haven't been able to save Qi'er, what will I say when I see my father-in-law in the future?"

"Master, you can't be blamed for this. Qingtong comforted Chunzhu with his divine sense: "The people of the Qingzhou Gang are all like tigers and wolves, and it is already a great miracle that you can save Uncle Mo from their hands." It's going to dawn and we have to get out of here. If we meet people in the government, we will be in great trouble. ”

Chunzhu stood up, took a few steps, and thought, "The man with the sword is highly poisonous, and throwing him outside will harm the villagers." The girl is the granddaughter of her father-in-law, and she can't be allowed to be in the wilderness. ”

Thinking of this, Chunzhu turned back his head, picked up the steel knife left on the ground, and dug two big pits in the courtyard of the ruined temple.

He first dragged the strong man with a sword outside the temple into the pit, and then threw the strong man with a knife into it, and then took the soil and buried it. Go to the ruined temple and pick up a broken mat left by the beggar from the ground, and he will use this broken mat to serve as a coffin for the maiden.

When he reached out to pick up the girl and put her on the broken mat, suddenly, there was a scream.