Mo Sang ate two steamed buns in the carriage, drank some water, and finally gained some strength. Mo Sang cheered up and drove the carriage all the way, and now the priority was to get out of here, as far away from the capital as possible. But where exactly is he going, Mo Sang doesn't know in his heart.

At this time, the imperial court has already issued a wanted warrant, and it must not take a week for the whole country to receive a wanted warrant. At that time, they will be hunted down wherever they go, and this time is different. Mo Sanjie scholar, how to fight those guards.

Mo Sang was in a hurry while thinking about where to go, and after thinking for a long time, he finally decided to go back to Bluestone Town first. After all, it is far away from the capital, the imperial court's decrees are relatively loose, and the Mo family is a big family in the local area, so Mo Sang should be able to have a little room for maneuver.

Mo Sang was a little worried, and thought to himself: It's been so long since I came out, and so many things have happened. I don't know what the situation is at home now, my parents know that I even won two yuan, but they don't know that I have now become a wanted criminal by the imperial court. I wonder if they will be devastated by this?

Mo Sang was worried, and the horsewhip in his hand added some strength. The carriage moved forward quickly, and Mo Sang estimated that at this speed, he would probably be able to leave the small city after dark, and it should be safe to reach the outskirts.

Mo Sang hurried forward with a heavy heart, the carriage was bumpy, and Mo Sang couldn't help but be a little tired. When they reached a bamboo forest, they were greeted by a group of cavalry. The leader of the cavalry was dressed in a white robe, about thirty years old, and had an embarrassing beard. Mo Sang was shocked when he saw this person, he was a guard of the city defense! These guys knew Mo San, and Mo Sang had seen them in the capital, and it was the Praetorian Guards who were patrolling the palace.

Mo Sang lowered his head nervously, trying to hide his appearance as much as possible. At this time, it is no longer possible to hide in the carriage, and if you drive face to face like this, if Mo Sansan's action is too big, there will be a feeling that there is no silver three hundred taels here, and it will be even more suspicious by others.

"It's come to this, only fight. May God bless me Moissan, and I will be able to escape this catastrophe today. Moissan's thought in his heart.

The white-robed guard seemed to have attracted the attention of this passer-by who was in a hurry driving a carriage alone, and he stared at Mo Sang for a long time, and Mo Sang's heart was like a flat boat in a storm at this time, churning fiercely. He was very afraid that he would accidentally reveal his flaws and be recognized by the guards, and if he was found in the wilderness at this time, Mo Sang would definitely not be able to escape.

The cavalry roared past Mo Sansan quickly, and the white-robed guards seemed to be preoccupied, not sure to recognize Mo Sang, and passed by Mo Sansan's chariot with doubts in their hearts. Mo Sang saw that the man had passed, and he couldn't help but feel a little more luck in his heart: fortunately, the man didn't care too much about himself, and he escaped another catastrophe, and he should be safe in half an hour, right?

Just when Mo Sang was full of joy and thought that he was fine, suddenly there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves behind the carriage, and the sound of horses' hooves came straight to Mo Sang's carriage.

Because Moissan's carriage is made, the speed is naturally not as fast as that of cavalry. The white-robed man was a skilful rider, and shouted in front of him:

"The carriage in front of you stops, we are the Praetorian Guards of the capital! we need to check your vehicle, stop quickly!"

When Mo Sang heard this, he was so anxious that he couldn't help but raise a whip and whip it on the horse. The horse ran forward even more desperately in pain, and the guard saw that the carriage in front of him not only did not stop, but also had the intention of fleeing, and was even more convinced that there was something wrong with the carriage.

The white-robed man galloped forward quickly, and it didn't take long for him to catch up with Mo Sang's carriage. Mo Sang saw that the man had left him, and he couldn't help but feel a little desperate in his heart.

The white-robed man crossed the carriage and opened the curtain on the carriage with the spear in his hand, just in time to see the panicked Mo San. The white-robed man sneered, jumped up from his horse and jumped onto the carriage. Holding the reins of the carriage in his hand, he pulled hard, and the horse came to a rapid stop with a neigh.

Mo Sang saw that this man was burly and agile, and it was obvious that it was impossible to fight, so it was better to run quickly, while he was paying attention to the gap in the carriage.

Mo San struggled to his feet and jumped out the window. With a "plop", Mo San's whole person fell on a grass with the inertia of the carriage just now. At this time, Mo Sang didn't care about the injuries on his body, got up from the ground and ran desperately into the bamboo forest.

The white-robed man stopped the carriage but saw that Mo Sang had jumped out of the carriage and fled, he sneered and did not rush to chase after him, but only made a gesture to the people who came behind him.

Those who rushed to see the gesture of the white-robed man quickly split into two groups and ran along the bamboo forest, and they pursued back and forth in the direction of Mo Sang's escape.

Mo Sang was already out of breath at this time, and he was already injured in his body, how much strength did he have to escape for his life at this time? He tightly grasped Qi Ling'er's purple and green sword and ran forward desperately, at this time it was completely a belief that supported him: I must not die here, I want to save Ling'er, I want to save my fiancée!

With this thought in his heart, Mo Sang ran forward with more vigorous steps. Along the way, many sharp bamboo joints exposed by the felling cut Mossan's feet, and blood soaked Mossan's shoes again. However, Mo Sang didn't seem to feel any pain at this time, and when he saw the approaching pursuers, he only continued to run forward anxiously, and his body limped.

Sometimes his feet were weak, Mo San's body leaned to the ground, and he simply rolled forward on the spot for some distance, then got up and continued to run. Those who pursued him were like cats and mice, and they were not in a hurry to catch him, but hung far behind him, neither pounced nor left.

I don't know how long I ran like this, but Mo San finally didn't have the strength anymore. The pursuers were always behind him, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape them. Mo Sang knew in his heart that they just wanted to consume their physical strength, so that they would not have to work hard when they were captured. Mo Sang saw that he really couldn't run, so he simply stopped where he was and didn't leave.

The guards who were following closely behind him couldn't help laughing when they saw that Mo Sang suddenly stopped running.

"Run, run, run, see how far you can run!"

When Moisan heard these mocking words, he was not angry. He knew that these people had been through a lot of battles, and even if he wasn't injured, he would never be able to outrun them. He stared fiercely at those who were chasing him, and if his gaze could kill, those pursuers would have died long ago.

Mo San's hand rested on top of the purple and blue sword, and his right hand held the hilt of the sword. A cool breath entered Mo San's body, moisturizing Mo Sanna's tired body, Mo San felt the self-healing effect of the sword, and couldn't help but have a little more strength in his body.