The crowd was getting closer and closer, and it was like a thunderous explosion in Xu Mu's dantian, and he was in a cold sweat!

With a body of mana cultivation, it is almost impossible to mobilize a single cent!

He regretted that he didn't perform the disguise technique taught to him by Cai Yu, and some regretted that he was too confident to practice the Heaven Changing Treasure Technique again!

"I'm so stupid, really! Why do you want to die?"

With a pop, the burning branches of the big tree smashed beside Xu Mu, and under the high temperature, they almost cremated him!

"In such weather, there have been several thunderstorms, isn't there a demon here?" A soldier joked.

"Fuck you, where did the wickedness come from? Even if there is, Master Jun, I only want the fox fairy!" The leading officer said.

Even if Xu Mu wanted to urge the sword-shaped Xuan Qi in his body to suppress the *** in the dantian, he couldn't succeed!

In desperation, he gritted his teeth and desperately crawled towards the river.

It's just that the pain in the dantian can make him faint at any time!

More than twenty breaths passed, and before those people reached the big tree, Xu Mu barely climbed into the river.

The hands and feet are no longer dexterous, and there is a feeling that there is nowhere to exert the strength of the body!

After a few sips of river water, he finally grabbed a dead tree that floated in and floated and sank in the icy water!

In the distance, the few people didn't find anything unusual under the burning tree, and cursed away.

"You talk to the above, ask those sword cultivators to go elsewhere to find Xu Dagongzi, Lao Tzu is almost annoyed!"

Xu Mu fought a cold battle in the river and exhaled deeply, feeling a little unsure of how to express his emotions at the moment.

Under Chen Shuixuan's guidance, he was obviously familiar with the Heaven Changing Treasure Technique, but why did he still produce thunderstorms in the dantian?

If it weren't for the rusty sword suppressing him in his body, I'm afraid he would have become a charred corpse by now!

But fortunately, that Gu Xitang, as the master of the Divine Sword Sect, was still a little afraid to make a mistake.

According to Chen Shuixuan, Gu Xitang should go back to recuperate his injuries again.

Otherwise, just one Gu Xitang would be able to take Xu Mu's life again!

There is only one point, Xu Mu has not thought it through.

As the master of the Divine Sword Sect, Gu Xitang's sword cultivation does not seem to be very profound.

Could it be that he is deliberately concealing his cultivation?

What is the purpose of this?

After thinking about it a few times, Xu Mu didn't have a clue.

However, his strength is slowly draining!

After a long day's effort, he climbed to the top of the dead tree and let it drift southeast along the river.

With trembling arms, he took out the black jade intermittent pill prepared in advance from his pocket, put it in his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.

A warm medicinal force slowly swam through his body.

Although the restlessness of those sword-shaped Xuan Qi was no longer too scattered, Xu Mu still couldn't mobilize the slightest.

Looking inside, there is a sea of blood in the dantian, as if the world has been opened.

Around the rusty sword, wisps of lightning are entwined!

Xu Mu didn't dare to move anymore, lying on the dead tree, silently regulating his mind.

The divine thought hooked the rusty sword in the dantian, and broke the residual power of the thunder bit by bit.

I don't know how long it took, Xu Mu fell asleep on the dead tree.

When the harsh sunlight shone on his eyelids, he was no longer on a dead tree, but lying on a painting boat.

Xu Mu felt a thrill in his heart, and was about to struggle to get up, but was wiped off the stains on his face with a wet towel by a maid ring.

"Rong Niang, come and see how this person is so similar to the portrait in your room?!"

A lazy voice yawned:

"Which one? What nonsense are you talking about early in the morning?"

The old man who was holding the boat at the stern of the boat shook the oars vigorously and pushed away the reeds that crashed into the painting boat.

Xu Mu was sleepy and fell asleep on the dead tree.

When the old man was holding the boat, he saw it

Xu Mu, worried that he would be drowned, fished him up from the river.

"Rong Niang, if there is anything inappropriate, when we dock, I will put him on the shore."

The charming woman, swaying with a golden step, pulled her skirt and squatted beside Xu Mu.

Looking at Xu Mu's delicate face, he almost lost his body, "It's you?!"

After a while, Rong Niang glanced left and right a few times, and after explaining a few words to the old man who was holding the boat, she hurriedly said:

"Cui'er, you help him to my room."

After the time of a cup of tea, Xu Mu lay in the embroidery tent in the wing room, not knowing what to say.

It's magical!

Rong Niang held a cup of flower tea, sat at the head of the bed, and carefully fed it to Xu Mu's mouth with a spoon.

Xu Mu wanted to sit up, touching the pain on his body, and snorted in pain.

"Girl, you ......"

Rong Niang put the spoon in the bowl and wiped it on the corner of Xu Mu's mouth with a champana.

"Childe doesn't need to move, but your surname is Xu?"

Xu Mu nodded subconsciously, and quickly shook his head.

"The girl probably recognized the wrong person. Below, a scholar who was going to Beijing to prepare for the exam, was in trouble on the way, and was rescued by the uncle on the painting boat......

Rong Niang grinned, put down the white bowl, and pointed to a painting hanging on the wall.

"Childe takes a closer look?"

Xu Mujiu was messing around in Yihong Building, and the layout of the hook bar painting boat couldn't be clearer.

This Rong Niang, if nothing else, should be the local Goolan Qingqi people.

Only sell your art, not your body.

After glancing at the painting, I muttered in my heart.

"Could it be that the imperial court has already put the wanted notice on the checkbox? Don't say it, it's not bad!"

Rong Niang leaned over Xu Mu and said:

"Childe, what do you have to say?"

Xu Mu was cheeky and said unashamedly:

"That portrait does have some resemblance to the below, but the appearance below is not as good as the portrait!"

Rong Niang glanced at Xu Mu, stood up, danced her long sleeves in the small room, and sang the lyrics and songs that Xu Mu arranged for Ruan Feihong.

"Night West Cool, Night West Cool, you are a city that never sleeps......

Seeing that Xu Mu's complexion had changed, he chuckled, stopped dancing, and came to Xu Mu's side.

"Childe, have you heard this song?"

Xu Mu simply pretended not to know, and said straightly:

"I've heard it, it seems to say that the night view of Xiliang is wonderful!"

Rong Niang leaned on the door and looked out a few times, and said:

"No need to deny it, I know you're that person! Don't worry, you are Sister Feihong's confidant, I won't rob it!"

In Xu Mu's dantian, the breath is no longer disordered.

"Hmm", submerged mana, and quietly refined the drop of crystal green liquid hanging on the tip of the rusty sword.

Seeing that Xu Mu still didn't admit it, Rong Niang puffed out her mouth and said:

"Since you refuse to admit it, I have to ask the captain to send you to the yamen......

Xu Mu sighed lightly and took out the jade pendant that Ruan Feihong handed him from the storage bag.

"You said you know Sister Feihong, so do you know this?"

Rong Niang saw the jade pendant and held it in her hand in surprise.

Touching the word "Feihong" engraved on the jade pendant, he muttered.

"Sister Feihong really values you, and this Oiran token is willing to give it to you!"

With that, she rushed to Xu Mu's side and kissed him fiercely on the cheek.

"Hee-hee, I said it had to be you! How can there be such a similar person in this world?!"

Xu Mu was stunned for a moment, took the jade pendant handed by Rong Niang, put it in the storage bag, and said with some doubts:

"Rong Niang, I just refuse to admit it, and I also have a hard time. I guess you know about my absconding, right?"

Rong Niang glanced in the direction of Xiliang and said softly:

"I heard. anyway

I don't believe that people who can write such beautiful lyrics and songs will rebel! Is Sister Feihong okay?"

The green liquor in Xu Mu's dantian was constantly refined, and wisps of warm air flowed back and forth in his limbs.

"Yes, yes! She gave me the jade pendant because she was worried that I would have nowhere to go if I was in trouble, so she asked me to go to you......

Rong Niang nodded her head heavily, full of pride.

"Don't worry, you're safe with me. Ordinary people wouldn't find out about the ship!"

As she spoke, she came to Xu Mu's bedside, pretending to care about Xu Mu, and a pair of small hands brushed on his forehead.

Xu Mu was refining the dantian green liquid at the moment, and he couldn't spare the energy to push Rong Niang's arm away, and he was a little helpless about the salty pig hand that was being rubbed one after another.

"Rong Niang, please stop. Didn't you say that you wouldn't rob your sister Feihong?"

Rong Niang's cheeks became flushed, and she said generously: .z.br>

"Don't worry. If you can't run away if you're injured, I won't rob you. However, if you just use it, it shouldn't be too much!"

Xu Mu moved his body to avoid the constant attacks of the soft little hand.

"You, don't be foolish......

What Xu Mu didn't know was that his song "Night West Cool" had already become popular throughout the Great Jin Dynasty at this time.

The woman in the hook bar, everyone is proud of being able to sleep until the confidant of the first Oiran of the Great Jin!

Rong Niang is a person in the party, and her own personality is charming and jumpy.

At this time, seeing Xu Mu in her hands, how could she easily let it go?

laughed, took advantage of Xu Mu's inability to resist, turned over and was about to get on the horse.

"Stop!" There was a shout from outside the boat.

The captain of the painting boat was caught by the small boat of the officers and soldiers, and had to stop.

"This official, what's the matter? Rong Niang is unwell and can't pick up customers today."

The officer pushed the captain of the painting boat and rebuked:

"Lao Tzu doesn't play with women today, it's a routine check! Are there any strangers on board?"

"Nope." The captain had already been carefully admonished, and said according to Rong Niang's instructions.

A tall and handsome sword cultivator jumped on top of the painting boat and said contemptuously:

"Let's search it!"

The officer often listened to music in the painting boat, and smiled at the tall sword cultivator:

"Senior, this is a well-known Qing Qi person in this county, I think it's okay, right?"

"I advise you not to embarrass me......," the tall sword cultivator walked towards a few of the wings in the painting boat.

"Search!" The officer waved his hand to the soldier behind him.

The tall sword cultivator frowned and sneered at the soldiers who swarmed up.

"You search for it yourself, and I'll protect you from behind. If the surname Xu is really here, they will be of no use for this waste!"

"Subordinate, obey." The officer cursed secretly, and had no choice but to personally push open the door of the wing room and look inside to search.

In the innermost room, Rong Niang's face was pale.

Xu Mu reluctantly got up from the bed, and was about to move towards the door, and said softly:

"Thank you for taking care of me, I have to go, I can't bother you."

Rong Niang exhaled softly and brushed the strands of hair hanging from her sideburns behind her ears.

His face was slightly red, and he pressed Xu Mu's shoulder and hid his whole body in the bed.

"Don't move, I'm all in my hands."

Squeak.

The door opened.

The tall sword cultivator looked at Rong Niang, who was sitting at the head of the bed with her clothes ajar, her Adam's apple moved slightly, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

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