Although Chaotian Temple and the porridge shacks in the city shared some of the pressure, due to the gradual urgency of the situation, the number of people returning to the south was not as large as before. The new governor heard of his deeds and rewarded him with food.

But as time went by, in August, the grain in the thatched hut of Yuanxing inevitably bottomed out.

"In the future, we can only supply hot water to treat some external injuries." Yuan Xing counted the few remaining supplies in his heart, and there were still some medicines and linen, and this shed could still hold on for some more time. If you can't cure your hunger, it's good to do your best.

"Now that reinforcements have arrived, I hope to drive the aliens out as soon as possible." Li Kai sighed and put the chopped firewood next to the stove, it was close to noon today, and there were only a few refugees here, and he was much more prepared.

Yuan Xing's eyebrows have been twisted, looking at the direction of the extension of the official road, these days he has passed by a lot of teams rushing to the battlefield, but he has not found the person he is looking for.

Did you miss it or did you speculate that there was a problem? Huai Zhen is not among the reinforcements, is it a mistake?

How else do you find someone? Do you go to the northern battlefield or go south to Kyoto and go straight to the door?

Although I hesitate in my heart, I am not a person who gives up halfway, so how can I think about other things until this shed is unsustainable.

After another two days, there were no more refugees to be seen.

"Maybe the army is holding the situation, or the civilians are almost fleeing." Li Qi speculated.

"I hope so." Yuan Xing sighed quietly.

He also got a lot of news from the refugees, unlike in previous years, the invasion of foreign races in the north this year was huge, and there were not a few civilians who did not escape in time, and their fate can be imagined.

But now he is just an ordinary monk, and what he can do is really limited. We can only hope that the Dali army will be more angry and rescue the captured people. No matter how bad it is, if the legends about Huaizhen are true, then he will definitely turn the tide and reverse the unfavorable situation.

Looking north? He was a little moved.

Because there was no one, Yuan Xing walked to the table on crutches, made a pot of tea, and drank with Li Qi.

The weather was hot in August, and although it was only morning, the two of them, who had been busy for a while, also had sweat stains on their chests and backs, staining their robes.

On both sides of the quiet official road, only birds chirped and cicadas chirped, and the sun was blazing, and even people's moods were burned and dyed a little irritable.

The tea in the pot is the only little inventory, most of which are not formed, and it is said that the tea foam is almost the same, and the taste can be imagined.

Monks don't pursue too much, and they can enjoy drinking a cup of hot tea on a hot day.

But today seemed destined to make them unclean, and as soon as they had taken two sips, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance.

Following the prestige, I saw a healthy horse running from the north, and I thought it was just passing by, but with a neighing, the horse's front hooves were raised high and stopped not far from the shed, and the knight on the horse staggered, and fell from the horse and could not move.

The two of them hurriedly went to inspect, and Li Qi took the first step in front of the man, straightened the other person's body, and called out: "Donor, donor......"

I don't know if it was his call or the shaking that worked, the knight actually opened his eyes, stared at the bald head of Li Qi, as if he had breathed a sigh, and said weakly: "Help, there is a chasing ...... behind" Before he finished speaking, his eyes were closed, and he completely fainted.

Yuan Xing had already dragged the injured leg over at this time, and first checked the wound, and saw that the man's blue brocade robe had been soaked in a large piece of donated blood, and there were wounds everywhere on his body, especially the thigh, which was still oozing blood, but it didn't seem to have hurt the major artery, so he was a little relieved. But when he swept the other party's face, he couldn't help but be surprised, and blurted out: "It's him." ”

"You know?" Li asked him.

Yuan Xing frowned, suddenly stepped forward, tore off the hem of the wounded man's clothes, and strung around the wound on his thigh several times before sighing: "This is the person I am waiting for." After thinking about it, he quickly said: "There may be pursuers behind, you can take him to hide in the mountains now, and come back at night." ”

"Don't bring it back to the temple?" Li asked strangely.

"The situation is unclear at the moment, so it feels better to be safe. Although the donor's injuries were severe, they were not fatal, and later treatment should be fine. Yuan Xing waved his hand.

It was urgent, and Li Compassion could only carry the man as he said, and gave him a worried look before running towards the woods.

Yuan Xing stayed where he was, he looked at the big black horse standing in front of him, thought about it, raised his cane, and slammed it on the horse's buttocks.

The black horse was in pain, neighed and galloped away.

After doing this, he was still not at ease, and straightened the weeds that Li Compassion had stepped on when he left, probably eliminating the traces. He took the ring knife he carried with him, gritted his teeth and cut it on the palm of his hand, and suddenly there was red blood flowing out.

He walked on crutches towards the opposite place where Li Kai had left, and only after crossing the road did he clench his left hand so that the blood dripped to the place, and then stopped every two steps.

His movements were very fast, naturally affecting the broken leg, but he didn't care much, and when he waited until the small river next to the official road, the traces of his forgery were completed, and the wounds on his hands stopped bleeding, and he relaxed a little.

And as soon as he had done this, the sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer.

Yuan Xing slowly began to walk back, and when he reached the side of the road again, a large group of knights had already heard the place where the young man in Tsing Yi had fallen from his horse before, and it seemed that there was a good tracker, and he was squatting there to investigate the traces. Someone had already remounted his horse and followed along the official road.

The appearance of Yuanxing obviously attracted the attention of the rest of the people.

"Monk Wuna, have you ever seen someone passing by here?" Someone asked in a deep voice, Yuan Xing looked up, and saw that these people were all dressed in black and masked, and the one who made such a hot day still felt cold should be its leader, with white temples, although his mouth and nose were covered, but the conspicuous scar on his forehead was still extremely hideous.

"No, no." Yuan Xing grabbed his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his head.

"What is it without you stammering?" The middle-aged leader snorted coldly and walked towards this side. With his movements, the rest of the people gradually surrounded the monk.

"It's hot......" Yuan Xing smiled dryly and lowered his head, but his body on crutches moved to the side.

This action did not escape the eyes of others.

Someone looked at his feet and exclaimed, "Boss, there is blood here." ”

"What a bald donkey, and you dare to deceive people?" A big hand reached out next to him and pushed Yuanxing away. Then several people began to follow the bloodstains, and after a while, they came back with a curse.

"I let that kid jump into the river and run away."

"Dead bald donkey, even dare to mess with this kind of thing, are you really afraid that the master will kill you?" There was a strong man with a big waist and a round waist, who seemed to be angry, grabbed the collar of the monk's coat and scolded viciously.

"Ah, Amitabha, if the donor hurts the monks, he will go to hell after death." Yuan Xing made a panicked gesture and waved his hand again and again.

As soon as such a hard backstage came out, the strong man really hesitated.

At this time, the person who had left the team earlier had already brought back the black horse that had run away, and whispered a few words in the ear of the leader of the man in black, and the middle-aged leader scolded "bad luck" and took the lead to sit back on the horse.

"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time, someone in Fucheng has noticed it, let's go." With that, he rode away.

The strong man who was holding the edge of the line pushed him to the ground with a forceful force, and he may still be angry, and kicked the monk's injured leg hard.

With a muffled snort, Yuan Xing covered his legs with both hands and shrunk into a ball of pain.

The strong man laughed, then picked up the crutches that had fallen aside, broke them with a "snap", and threw them into the distance.

"Let your lame man be nosy." He spat before trotting back to the group.

When the black-clothed people were far away, Yuan Xing was still curled up, and in just a moment, the clothes on his body were completely soaked with sweat.

Not only did it take a long time for the surroundings to be completely quiet, and Yuan Xing was able to sit up and take back the ring knife hidden in his sleeve into his arms. Looking at the crutches broken in the distance, he stayed for a long time before retracting his gaze, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant, and his whole body fell to the sky in the grass.

"Waste ......" stared at the white clouds floating in the sky, and Yuan Xing suddenly spit out two words in his mouth, and he didn't know if it was the group of black-clothed people who were easily fooled, or himself......