Gu Shengchao was riding on a slippery thousand-mile horse, and the wild horse named Chasing Wind couldn't bear the fact that someone was riding on his back, and kept trying to knock him to the ground.

How could Gu Shengchao hold on to his mane and refuse to let go, and Chasing the Wind had to use various tricks to get rid of the restraints.

First rushed and then stopped suddenly, this move Gu Shengchao already knew, his legs were tightly clamped on the horse's belly, and he was not afraid that it would change speed at will.

Then the body jumped one by one, without a saddle to ride on it, like a small boat in the stormy seas, and it was difficult to control the body under the violent shaking.

Fortunately, the ancient saint has strong internal strength, no matter how much he jumps after chasing the wind, he is as stable as Mount Tai.

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of Gu Shengchao, Chasing Feng simply rolled on the grass repeatedly, trying to force him to leave by playing tricks.

By chance, he was lucky enough to ride on horseback, and Gu Shengchao was unwilling to give up.

The horse galloped quickly and had a wide range of activities, and no one knew when they would meet again.

Determined to tame it, Gu Shengchao used his iron arm magic to protect himself, grabbed the mane with both hands, and clamped the horse's belly with his legs.

After tossing all night, Chasing Wind was never able to break free from Gu Shengchao's control.

At this moment, the morning glow reflects half of the sky, and a round of red sun rises from the distant sky, against the background of the vast grassland, it looks huge.

Chasing the wind seemed to have inexhaustible strength, jumping high against the rising sun, hissing, and rushing towards the east.

The non-stop journey passed through many pastures, and the herdsmen's tents were scattered on the meadows, attracting the admiration of many herdsmen.

Dressed in the costumes of the Dawu Dynasty, he was an outsider in the eyes of the shepherds, and he actually rode a horse without any saddle and ran wildly, which was difficult for even people who grew up on the grassland.

It wasn't until the sun set and the night covered the entire grassland again, that the chasing wind slowly stopped, pacing back and forth on the grass, and then it was estimated that he was hungry and lowered his head to nibble on the green grass.

Gu Shengchao has not entered the water since he got on the horse, and he does not dare to sleep, for fear of falling off the horse.

Now that the horse was walking slowly, he looked around at the endless pastures, and could not find a water source for a drink.

Since this is the case, I simply take a nap on the horseback and fall asleep, and wait for dawn to make plans.

Chasing Wind also seemed to understand that the person on its back was not easy to deal with, so he just slowly ate grass and no longer resisted.

They were about to be fed, and the horses were tired, and stood motionless on the grassland.

Gu Shengchao looked sideways, Chasing the Wind closed his eyes, and lowered his head slightly, he should have fallen asleep.

While the horse was resting, Gu Shengchao also lay on the horse's back and hurried to sleep.

The horse slept for a short time, Gu Shengchao felt that he just took a nap, chased the wind and started walking again, he quickly woke up and didn't dare to sleep to death.

Walking slowly on the grassland, chasing the wind is like patrolling your territory.

After a long time, Chasing the Wind fell asleep again.

One man and one horse spent the whole night, and the east turned white again.

The ancient saint looked into the distance, and there seemed to be a river in the distance, like a gray streamer hidden in the grass.

He tentatively rode forward, and with a snort in the wind, he followed the command and jogged in that direction.

There was a burst of joy in my heart, and it seemed that Chasing the Wind was beginning to recognize the Lord.

After walking a short distance, there was a clear river ahead.

Dismounted carefully, chasing the wind sideways and seeing that he did not run away, Gu Shengchao was relieved to go to the river to drink water.

Returning to the horse's side, Chasing Wind stretched out his big black head and rubbed it on him, familiar with the smell of his master.

Affectionately and gently stroking the wind, Gu Shengchao was excited to get such a BMW.

Hungry, he looked up and saw that the low hills were undulating, and the endless green grass seemed to spread a green blanket to the earth.

Gu Shengchao turned over and rode to the highest place in the vicinity to look around, and found that there seemed to be rolling mountains in the northeast.

Probably because of the low mountain, because the distance was so far away, only a faint dark green could be seen horizontally.

There must be wild beasts in the mountains, and he can find a way to satisfy his hunger, and he gently patted the horse with the palm of his hand and ran there.

Look at the mountains and tired horses.

It doesn't feel far away from a distance, but when you really set off, you find that it's out of reach.

It was past noon, and the appearance of the mountains was gradually becoming clearer, and the dense woods above could be seen.

Even so, it was almost dusk, and I arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Looking down, the rolling hills are not too short, and the lush forests cover all the mountains.

Enduring the discomfort caused by hunger in his abdomen, Gu Shengchao looked around.

Not far away, on the grass, lay a man lying on his side, dressed not like a shepherd, as if he was tired, and lay there sleeping.

The horse slowly passed, only to find that the man had a small three-inch-long scimitar stuck in his chest, and the blood stained the grass under him, and he had already died.

The scimitar looked familiar, it should have been seen somewhere.

Suddenly, the black-faced woman she met when she was desperate with the old eunuch Wen Zhe on the top of the building on the Immortal Lake in the Dawu Dynasty, the blade in her hand was a pair of scimitars, but it was longer and bigger than the one in front of her.

Darkmoon Hall!

After listening to Wan Ruo's introduction, Gu Shengchao had an impression of this sect.

He immediately looked around, vigilant.

Although the iron arm magic skill is good, it seriously affects perception, and he can't detect the hidden danger in time, so he won't use it until he has to.

Gu Shengchao calmed down and sensed all the breathing creatures around him.

There were stray footprints on the grass, and along the remaining footprints, he rode slowly forward.

After walking about five or six miles, three breaths appeared in the front right position.

Riding a horse slowly, I saw a thin shepherd standing in the local area from a distance, and two strong men dressed in the Central Plains, one on the left and one on the right, slowly approached, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Two strong men, one holding a sword and the other holding a knife, and the shepherd held a small scimitar in each hand, and retreated cautiously.

The shepherd's loose animal skin robe was not clean, it must have been worn for a long time, and the obviously dirty hair was draped down to cover his face.

The two scimitars were protected on his chest, and he didn't deliberately look around, but the enemy was present, but he lowered his head, as if he was thinking about a problem.

Gu Shengchao could see at a glance that the person was using his perception to detect the surrounding situation.

Are there accomplices?

Gu Shengchao's perception spread out, and he didn't find anyone else.

Suddenly, ripples appeared at the edge of his perception, and in his misty perceptual world, he found a trace of tentacle-like thin lines, intruding into his perceptual range to explore.

Surprised, Gu Shengchao noticed that the man's ears turned towards him, listening to the movement.

Only then did he realize that the anomaly that had just appeared must have been a conflict between the perceptions of the two, intertwined and entangled.

Gu Sheng was super frightened, in the vast grassland, an ordinary shepherd actually had the same super perception ability as him.

Not daring to disturb the other party, Gu Shengchao put away his perception and watched the changes from afar.

Under the interference of Gu Shengchao, the shepherd hesitated for a short time, and the two people beside him who chose the opportunity to move seized the opportunity and attacked at the same time.

In the shadow of the sword and sword, the shepherd is enveloped in it.

The shepherd's scimitar is short and small, and the already weak body has no choice and the opponent is hard steel.

In an instant, both scimitars were thrown at the man who wielded the sword, taking advantage of his sword swing to defend, temporarily blocking the fierce attack.

Seeing the big knife slashing above his head, the shepherd ducked his head and dodged under the man's armpit, and dodged behind the other party.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was stunned, an extra scimitar appeared in his hand and stabbed the back of the man's heart from behind.

The shepherd struck a blow and retreated backwards without drawing his sword.

At this time, the man who made the knife had already lifted the knife backwards with his backhand, and with a slight delay, the shepherd was cut in two.

The man with the knife fell short, closed his eyes in agony, fell straight upright, and died of despair.

Seeing his companion die, the man with the sword dropped the two scimitars flying in the air, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

He held the sword in both hands, cautiously approached the shepherd, and shouted, "Who are you, why do you know the kung fu of our Central Plains Dark Moon Hall?" ”

The shepherd did not answer, but put two more scimitars in his hands and slowly retreated.

Bow your head and feel the other person's every move.

The two of them were getting closer and closer, so that the sword man was afraid of the shepherd's flying knife, and it seemed that he wanted to fight in close quarters.

The shepherd sensed his intentions, and before he could get closer, the two scimitars swung out again.

This time, without interference, the shepherd can concentrate on controlling the scimitar, and even if he is knocked away by the opponent's sword, he can still slash at the opponent again after adjusting in the air.

The two scimitars rotate at high speed, threatening each other from different directions, front, back, left, right, and right.

Tired of dealing with the dangers posed by the scimitar, the man of the sword gradually neglected the shepherd who actually controlled the scimitar.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the shepherd waved his hands, and two scimitars spun and hovered above each other's heads.

The man with the sword dealt with the two scimitars beside him, and he had to be wary of the two scimitars above his head.

All his energy was on the scimitar, and by the time he sensed something was wrong, a blast of wind had reached his chest.

It was too late for him to dodge.

"Poof!"

A scimitar was plunged into his chest, and the man stared at the scimitar and fell unwillingly.

The scimitar thrown by the shepherd did not rotate with bells and whistles, and it was only a moment from the time it was shot to the time it hit the target.

With a stretch of his hand, all four scimitars hovering in the air returned to the shepherd's hand.

The shepherd raised his head and looked at Gu Shengchao and asked.

Looking at the shepherd's dress, he should be a weather-beaten elder, but his voice is crisp, like an innocent little girl.

Gu Shengchao didn't understand Beihu's words, so he had to remain silent.

"You're in a group?"

When the shepherd speaks, he also speaks the official dialect of the Central Plains.

Finally able to understand, Gu Shengchao shook his head and said, "I don't know them, I'm just passing by." ”

"You lie, this place is remote, and if you go further, where are you going, and where is your home?"

The shepherd's voice was good, but the question he asked made Gu Shengchao not know where to start.

When he first arrived, he couldn't open his mouth even if he made up nonsense.