Snort!

Blood kept spurting from Guo Nu's neck and landed on the campfire, emitting a faint smell of burning, and he collapsed to the ground, kicking his legs desperately, his boots kicking up puffs of dirt, but he still couldn't stop death from coming, and he couldn't stop his crotch from being wet with urine.

There are people on the periphery who stand up from shock, but under the accumulation of power for many years, no one dares to move.

Zimo's face emerged from the darkness, and he used his hand, which was no longer strong but still steady, to withdraw the wire around Guo Nu's neck and wipe away the remaining blood and flesh foam on it.

He looked at the complicated-looking servants outside the bonfire, and said with a blank expression: "Even if it is a waste, it is not something you can disrespect, never underestimate the methods that we people have learned in the Adjudication Division, so if you don't want to die, then it is better to be calmer." ”

The servants slowly sat back in place, their heads down, not knowing what they were thinking, not knowing if they were really calm.

The current crisis has been resolved for the time being, and the faces of the leaders in front of the campfire are still extremely pale and ugly, just as they are feeling at this time. The desperate future is one of the reasons, the most important thing is that they still can't accept the reality to this day, they used to be the highly respected temple cavalry commanders, even if they are the generals of the Southern Jin Dynasty military, they have to be respectful when they see them, but now any state army in the Southern Jin Dynasty dares to encircle and suppress themselves, and they encircle and suppress themselves so badly that even their own subordinates dare to disagree!

"My lord, we ...... What to do?"

A Commander God asked in a trembling voice with despair.

Zimo was the most senior and powerful of these fallen temple cavalry commanders, and was elected as the leader by everyone, so everyone could only hope that he could come up with a solution.

Zimo didn't know what to do, where could these crippled and defeated soldiers go next. In fact, if it weren't for the punishment of the Judgment Temple, with their strategic wisdom and command ability on the battlefield, they could still become the guests of honor in the kingdoms, but the Judgment Temple had already cut off this possibility in advance, and every time he thought of this, his hatred and fear of the maiden throne would grow stronger.

Now the only thing I can rely on is myself, and only by regaining my strength and becoming strong again can I survive in this world.

However, if the cultivation is abolished, how can it become strong again?

The legendary elixir is just a legend after all.

Zimo thought to herself, and then whispered, "Wash and sleep." ”

In the barren mountains and forests, where there is hot water, on the way to escape, I can't take care of enjoyment, only sleep directly. Someone extinguished the bonfire with earth, and the mountains and forests suddenly became pitch black, and the night sky was covered with thick clouds, obscuring all the stars, indicating that there might be a heavy rain tomorrow.

Some people could not bear the exhaustion of fleeing and fell into a deep sleep.

Some people imagine a hopeless future and can't sleep.

Zihei looked at the deep night above his head, thinking about tomorrow's heavy rain, his mood became heavier, and he slowly clenched his hands that had been quietly trembling, in great pain.

He thought desperately and reluctantly, if I could regain my strength and become as strong as before, then I would be willing to sacrifice my life and a qiē to the Hades.

In the silent night forest, there are many people who pray in despair.

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The sky was overcast, but there was no rain, let alone torrential rain, but there were clouds covering the day, and the journey in midsummer became much cooler. Since there was no sun, Sang Sang didn't need to bask in the sun through the sunroof of the carriage, and Ning Que took that position more seriously. He stepped on the soft couch, leaned his upper body out of the skylight, faced the wind blowing on the official road, looked at the surrounding scenery, and gave birth to a sense of pleasure like a rich man.

It has been a few days since he left Chang'an, and the black carriage has been far away from the mission in front of him, although he has walked several county roads and county roads along the way, but there are intelligence notices from the government, especially the secret guards in various places, he has never worried about losing it, even if he leaves the wilderness and enters the southern mountains.

A reckless group of mountains appeared in the middle of the southern field of the Tang Dynasty, cutting the territory into two major areas, probably those mountains had a certain impact on the climate, the same fertile soil in the south and north of the mountain, and the crops produced were very different, but the black carriage was walking in the mountains at this time, and Ning Que and Sangsang did not feel anything.

Compared with the familiar Minshan Mountain, this mountain in the south of the Tang Dynasty is not very high, but because the rock quality is special and easily soluble in water, there are collapse landslides all year round, so that these peaks become strangely shaped, steep and steep, extremely difficult to climb, fortunately there is a green and dense canyon in the mountain, and the bottom of the valley is a natural passage, otherwise if you want to communicate with the north and south, you are afraid that you will have to go around more than a thousand miles.

Hundreds of years ago, Datang used a lot of manpower and material resources to widen this canyon again, and used charmers and formation masters to reinforce the two loose and dangerous cliffs in the canyon, and planted countless trees with developed roots that can solidify the rock, and finally turned the natural road in the canyon into an extremely smooth official road.

The black carriage walked on the smooth official road and walked in the secluded canyon. Ning Que leaned out of the skylight, squinted his eyes and admired the scenery on both sides of the official road, looked at the green and calm cliffs, imagined the great transformation of nature by the Tang people hundreds of years ago, thought of the talisman formation masters who gave birth to white hair because of the exhaustion of mental power, and the soldiers and craftsmen who fell off the cliffs, and couldn't help but give birth to a little heroism - this heroism has nothing to do with the skylight of the black carriage, has nothing to do with the rich people, and it is much more promising.

It took so much difficulty for the Tang Dynasty to open up this mountain range, so that the territory of the central and southern parts of the country could be connected from now on, and it is natural to imagine how strategically important this verdant and beautiful canyon was.

Ning Que could faintly see that there were extremely dangerous and steep mountain roads in the distance of the canyon and mountain passes, and next to those mountain roads, a few miles apart, there would be extremely simple guards, looking at the scale of the buildings, the Tang army stationed there would probably not exceed ten people, thinking that those Tang troops had been stationed in boring guards all year round, even if they were indifferent, he couldn't help but feel a little admired.

No matter how verdant the canyon is, it will be a little tired of seeing too much, no matter how heroic the emotions will be calm for a long time, and no matter how much the vicissitudes of history will be indifferent, Ning Que sat back in the carriage, picked up the herbal tea on the low table and drank it all in one gulp, and after his mind calmed down, he picked up the pen and began to write.

The purpose of going to the Rotten Ke Temple is to cure the disease and save people, and at the same time ask the Buddha, there should be no danger, but Ning Que still maintains the habits of his youth, always ready to face the battle of life and death, so of course what he wrote at this time is not a calligraphy, but a talisman - the talisman he wrote in the past two years was used on Xiahou's body in the battle of the Winter Lake, and he must prepare more now.

I don't know how long it took, Ning Que raised his head, put down his pen for a while, he rubbed his eyes, looked out the car window, and found that he was still in the canyon, and couldn't help but be a little surprised by the length of this canyon.

When he was writing the talisman, Sang Sang was tidying up his luggage beside him, touched something, looked at it for a long time before guessing what it was, frowned and asked, "How did you become like this?"

She held a small iron kettle in her hand, looking at the deep lines on the outside of the kettle, it should be the same kind of thing as the small iron kettle that once exploded in the snow lake lotus field, but the volume is much smaller, and the shape is also very different, the most obvious difference is that there is an extra bayonet at the bottom of this small iron kettle.

"This is the whimsical idea of the fourth senior brother, who would have thought that the sixth senior brother would really do it, before leaving the academy, we tried it once, that day you and Xiaotang went to the back mountain to pick wisteria fruit and cook meat, so I didn't see it. ”

Ning Que took the small iron kettle, which looked a little delicate—it seemed more accurate to call it a small iron barrel now—and took out a talisman arrow from the iron box and inserted it into the bayonet at the bottom of the small iron cylinder.

I only heard a click, and the arrow cluster and the small iron and copper bayonet were locked, so tight that there was no gap in sight, and it seemed extremely stable.

Sang Sang stretched out his hand to try it and said, "It won't fall." ”

Since she grew up a little, Ning Que's sidearms were all handled by her own hands, whether it was sharpening knives or trimming strings, she was very experienced, and she said that if she wouldn't drop it, she wouldn't drop it.

Ning Que took out the iron bow and finished assembling it, put the talisman arrow with the small iron barrel on the string, and calmly aimed at the Qingxia cliff tree that kept moving backwards outside the window, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

The Yuan Thirteen Arrow was originally an extremely terrifying weapon, but now that it was forcibly added by the people in the mountains behind the academy again, it is conceivable that once it is shot, it will definitely cause great movement. This place is not the mountain behind the academy, and it is impossible for Ning Que to really shoot out, otherwise if the cliff that the previous generation of Fu Master Formation Master had worked so hard to weave and reinforce collapsed, not to mention the emperor's majesty, even the master would definitely not spare him.

After a while, he put down the iron bow in his hand and said a few words, Sang Sang shook his head, took the iron arrow in his hand, and said, "Although there is no big problem, the tail of the arrow has to be adjusted...... The original rune arrows can ignore wind resistance, and can even use the wind as a boost, but now the rune arrows are aggravated, and the most troublesome thing is that the windward area of the arrow cluster is too large, and if you still want to ensure accuracy, the shooting distance will definitely be greatly shortened. ”

Ning Que stuffed the bow and arrow into her arms, stretched out and took a radish and chewed it, half-lying down comfortably, and said irresponsibly: "You look at it." ”

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The black carriage finally drove out of the verdant canyon and came to the southernmost plain of the Tang Dynasty, the scenery on both sides of the official road suddenly opened up, but the wind became a little gentle, because there was more water.

Ning Que's attention was still in the reckless mountains behind him. At the moment of leaving the gorge, he suddenly thought that there were countless formation carvings set up by the predecessors in the canyon, if there was a strong enemy from the south in the future, then only a great god rune master like Master Yan Se needed to dissolve these formation carvings, and the canyon could be blocked, even if more than 10,000 iron horsemen came to attack and wanted to attack the heart of the Tang Dynasty at high speed, they would not be able to do it.

He soon rejected his idea.

There are so many formation inscriptions in the canyon, it is impossible for them to be destroyed by one person, even if the master is reborn, unless the empire has already done something in these formations when the empire opened up this canyon.

And even if the cliff collapses and the road is closed, the mountains block the enemy and also block the reinforcements of Datang to the south, and in the war, only simple roads are needed, and the strong enemy who has the courage and strength to attack Datang must have enough formation divisions and runes, and they can forcibly open a road for the cavalry to drive, so the initiative on the battlefield may fall into the hands of these enemies.

Therefore, his war deduction also needs a peerless powerhouse to guard the exit of Qingxia.

That strong man must be strong enough, strong enough that the Buddha will kill the Buddha, the demon will kill the demon, the Taoist priest will kill one by one, and he will not be able to rest, let alone sleep, he will not have time to eat and drink, and he may even have to fight with the enemy's strong man for three days and three nights in a row.

Thinking of this, Ning Que couldn't help laughing, thinking to himself how could there be such a awesome character in the world, even if there were, how could such a awesome character be so stupid that he fell into a mortal situation?

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(I'm starting to look forward to it in advance, Aoyama, Qingxia, see you next volume.) ）