In the night, Xiao Yu was still sitting cross-legged on the wool blanket, his black eyes shining faintly in the darkness.

The wandering mind had been looking through the top of the tent and seeing the vast starry sky overhead.

Traces of seeing Lin Han began to appear in his mind.

From a hurried glimpse of the autumn platform, to the conversation in the blacksmith shop, to the present walking all the way.

Along the way, Lin Han's carriage was obviously of an unusual status, luxurious and located in the middle of the convoy.

But except for the maid who occasionally got out of the car, Lin Han basically didn't come out much, and only the uncle issued instructions.

It was this that made him feel a little strange, he had always thought that since he had sneaked out, he would not be so quiet.

However, these are not the things he cares about the most, he is more concerned about the attitude of his future father-in-law who is far away in the grassland, Lin Yuan, the king of the grassland.

A few years ago, Xiao Yu was determined to step into that world that was different from the world, and wanted to be angry with a sword and learn to fight. However, during this time, he came into contact with more practitioners, and his confidence in the so-called wrath of the puppet gradually decreased.

He was willing to go to the grassland with the grassland envoy precisely because there was enough power on the grassland to fight against Da Zheng.

It's a pity that this power is not easy to use, now he is still an outsider to the grassland, and there is also a cultivator power behind the grassland, but during the meal, Xiao Yu inadvertently met the gaze of the head of the mission, Uncle Mu, and at that moment he seemed to be able to feel the huge power contained in it.

To no avail, he withdrew his thoughts and noticed two bright lights in front of him.

It was Qin Mumian's eyes sitting not far from him.

Xiao Yu looked at Qin Mumian and said softly, "Haven't slept yet?"

The light grew a little smaller, and then returned to its original size.

It should be Qin Mumian's eyes narrowed.

She also whispered, "Thinking about things." ”

Xiao Yu said: "The matter of returning to the Demon Sect?"

Qin Mumian was silent for a while, and then said, "I haven't gone back for three years, and I'm a little unsure about the situation in the sect...... I didn't expect to meet Yi, so now I'm wondering if I should let Yi stay with you on the grassland for a while, and I'll feel the situation in Islam first. ”

Xiao Yu was silent for a moment and said, "That's okay, is it easy to agree?"

Qin Mumian said: "I will talk to him." ”

Xiao Yu nodded and said no more.

Silence returned between the two.

Nothing was said all night.

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The next morning, after a light breakfast, the convoy was back on the road.

Xiao Yu never put down the long sword in his hand, he kept his vigilance.

The farther north they went, the colder it became, and because the team had already left the eastern capital, there were fewer trees around the convoy, and the terrain became more undulating.

As the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted, Xiao Yu's vigilance also became heavier. He knew very well that there were people in the Eastern Capital who did not want him to reach the grassland safely, so the vast and sparsely populated plains and hills between the Central Capital and the Eastern Capital were an excellent opportunity.

In Xiao Yu's nervousness and vigilance, the convoy passed calmly for several days.

And just when Xiao Yu was a little puzzled, an ambush came.

It came so suddenly, and one had to admire the wisdom of the ambush planner, skillfully avoiding Xiao Yu's most vigilant start time, and opening the fatal blow when he was puzzled and relaxed.

......

The official road passes through a mountain crossing called Xilingkou, which looks like a common road, and the official road is flanked by two slopes with a small slope.

Out of the West Ridge Pass is the endless West River Plain. And at the end of the West River Plain is the northwest gateway of Dazheng.

Without a hint, like a flock of birds flying through the sky, the sky was obscured by the crushing death-killing arrows, and the terrible sound of "enemy attack" poured down the slope towards the convoy.

......

Almost instantly, Xiao Yu's carriage turned into a hedgehog.

The fierce steppe warriors in the mission angrily took out their bows and arrows from the carriage, quickly hid behind the carriage and began to return fire.

Xiao Yu took the feather arrow that fell on his body, his face gloomy.

Now his skin showed a faint dark gold, if it weren't for the wonderful magical power that he had absorbed from the monks of Baozhu Kingdom, I am afraid that he would have died under this round of arrow rain.

The convoy sounded Uncle Mu's calm and calm arming order, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air.

Feathered arrows slammed into the wooden carriage with a dull crashing sound, and every now and then an arrow shot into the body of the steppe warrior, causing several muffled sounds.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air, the neighing of horses, the deep howls of people, and the cursing of steppe warriors were mixed together.

It was only a skirmish, but the brutality of the battlefield was already shown.

Whoosh!

Several feather arrows shot fiercely at Xiao Yu, making a terrible sound of breaking through the air.

The expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and he waved his hand to shoot down these feather arrows. Look at the high slope above.

In the past few days, the convoy walked through the dense forest and walked through places where it was easier to set up ambushes, and the other party did not choose to launch an ambush, nor did they attack at night, but chose the last stop of the convoy to step into Xiheyuan to launch an attack, even though Xiao Yu had always been vigilant, but he still did not expect this.

The last step before success is when people are most slackened and their defenses are weakest, and the convoy will inevitably be a little lax when it looks like it is about to step into the endless West River Plain, and the ambushers take advantage of this.

Vaguely, I saw a lot of shadowy figures on the slopes on both sides, and this time the number of enemies was very large, probably more than two hundred.

After all, it is in Dazheng, and it is not a big deal to mobilize so many people. Moreover, these more than 200 people are definitely not ordinary soldiers, they are likely to be elite dead soldiers of the dark guard who are not afraid of death.

To arrange such an assassination, in addition to using the secret guard, Xiao Yu is most concerned about whether the cultivators will be dispatched, and he really wants to see what kind of strength the real masters in the dark guard have.

Perhaps, you can also meet the cultivators of the legendary Heavenly Machine Pavilion.

Xiao Yu inexplicably felt some excitement in his heart, maybe he could use this opportunity to break through the Void Realm?

His eyes gleamed with a strange glint as he glanced at the battlefield.

The enemies on the slope had already poured down, and those dressed in black rushed silently towards the mission with standard knives in their hands.

Xiao Yu's face changed slightly, he originally thought that this time he was coming to himself, but he didn't expect the other party to launch an attack on the entire mission.

It is obvious that today is a life-and-death situation, and one party will inevitably stay in Xilingkou forever.

The guards in the convoy were all samurai warriors from the grassland, and the previous blood had already aroused ferocity.

They also lowered their short bows, drew their scimitars and headed for the men in black.

The two sides met at the foot of the slope, and the sound of a knife entering the body sounded in an instant, and the blood stained the snow that had not yet melted.

One side was silent, the other side roared and roared, and the battle instantly entered a tragic strangulation state. There was no escape, only to the ground.

Xiao Yu pulled out the long sword at his waist and ran towards the battle group.

Today's battle made him smell a little unusual, and the other party's attitude towards the mission was also exhaustive, which made him even more vigilant.

If all the envoys died here, it would definitely arouse Lin Yuan's anger, could it be that someone wanted to trigger a war between the grassland and Dazheng.

Or is there someone on the steppe who hopes that someone from this mission will not return to the steppe?