Qin Keqing followed Xu Han and started on the road again.

Xu Han's way of hurrying seemed very strange to her, in fact, Gu Peng Town was not far from Jingsheng City, but the two of them walked for several hours, and they didn't arrive until nightfall.

And all of this comes down to being because of Xu Han's inexplicable detour, and even sometimes taking Qin Keqing in some opposite directions. Qin Keqing had expressed his doubts about this, but Xu Han ignored it, his expression was extremely focused from beginning to end, as if he was thinking about something every moment.

But in any case, he did take Qin Keqing to Gupeng Town.

Xu Han led Qin Keqing to an inn, and from a distance, Qin Keqing saw the Tsing Yi disciples in front of the inn, although most of them looked a little embarrassed, but they were not much injured, it seemed that as Yuan Xiucheng said in his letter, Senluo Dian's assassination plan failed.

Then what awaited the Senluo Hall was the monstrous anger of the Linglong Pavilion, the first sect of the Great Zhou.

Qin Keqing, who encountered a great disaster for the first time, experienced a whole day of worry, and finally saw his fellow door, his heart was overjoyed, and he couldn't care about Xu Han beside him, so he ran towards his fellow door quickly.

"Senior Brother Hong!" She called out the name of one of these Tsing Yi disciples.

And the disciples who gathered at the door of the inn also heard this, and one of the handsome men had a happy face when he saw Qin Keqing's appearance clearly, and he also walked up quickly, saying, "Senior Sister Qin, you're okay, it's really good!" ”

As he said this, his face flushed slightly, and it was obvious that the happiness in his heart at the moment was not fake.

"Yes! Senior Sister Qin, how did you escape, when we went to the inn, the junior brothers and brothers of Hanging River Peak were..."

But the senior brother Hong in Qin Keqing's mouth was obviously a wonderful person, and he didn't want to see his senior brothers in such a sad atmosphere, so he changed his words and suddenly asked, "By the way, Keqing, how did you escape?" Listening to Elder Long, those who assassinated him and his inn brothers should be the Shura of the Senluo Temple. ”

This question made Qin Keqing think of Xu Han, her face changed and said, "Ah, it was a young man passing by who saved me, and he was there..."

She actually has her own selfish motives when she says this.

Xu Han saved her, but there is no doubt that Xu Han is a member of Senluo Palace, and now because of her relationship, he will inevitably be hunted down and killed by Senluo Palace. And the only one who could keep him was Linglong Pavilion, so she subconsciously hid Xu Han's identity and wanted to bring him back to Linglong Pavilion together. But as soon as she finished saying this, when she turned around, she found that where Xu Han was standing just now, there was no one at the moment...

"Huh? What about people? Her heart tightened, and she was a little puzzled.

"Maybe the young man didn't want to trouble us and had already left. If we are lucky to meet next time, we will definitely be grateful. The man surnamed Hong also saw Qin Keqing's strange appearance, and he hurriedly said something to comfort him.

"Hmm..."Qin Keqing nodded, but for some reason, there was an inexplicable melancholy in his heart.

......

Xu Han did leave, and after confirming that Qin Keqing was out of danger, he turned around and left.

It's not that he didn't think about seeking the protection of the Linglong Pavilion, but Qin Keqing was simple-minded, so would the Linglong Pavilion, the first sect of the Great Zhou, be like this? As long as there is a slight inference, Xu Han's identity is extremely suspicious, and he has entered the Linglong Pavilion, and it is probably not an exaggeration to say that he is a sheep in the mouth of a tiger.

Xu Han naturally couldn't take this risk.

Therefore, there is only one way left for him, and that is to escape!

As far as he knew, the strength of the Sen Luo Palace was spread over the entire Great Zhou, and if he wanted to get rid of the pursuit of the Sen Luo Palace, the best way was to leave the Great Zhou Dynasty and go to the Xia Kingdom or the Chen State adjacent to the Great Zhou Dynasty, or escape into the barbarian land in the southern Xinjiang, or the 100,000 mountains in the west where the demon clan was lined up. But none of this is simple. Whether he can escape from Chongzhou now is unknown to Xu Han, and he can only take one step at a time.

After leaving Gupeng Town, he had only walked more than 20 miles, Xu Han's body was stunned, he seemed to sense something, and the long sword on his back was taken out by him violently.

"I didn't expect it to come so soon." He muttered to himself, but the corners of his mouth outlined a sneer, his toes were on the ground at that time, and he slammed into the dense forest not far away, he knew very well that the enemy was outnumbered, and it was never wise to fight hard, only by relying on the advantages of this dense forest, one by one, could there be such a glimmer of life.

And just as Xu Han expected, when he jumped into the dense forest, several black shadows came out from a distance and followed him into the dense forest.

......

Seven days later.

The junction of Chongzhou and Xuzhou.

A black-clothed young man covered in blood was running on the forest path in embarrassment, his clothes were ragged, his body was covered with scars, and the expression on his face was even pale, but his eyes revealed a fierceness like a beast.

He's still running.

Even if his steps are faltering.

Even if his speed was far less than that of the pursuers behind him.

But he was still running, and wherever he passed, a long, shocking trail of blood was pulled out of the ground, which seemed to have drained his blood.

But he still didn't choose to give up.

Yes, he didn't want to die.

He still wants to live on. So he persistently dragged his body forward.

Behind him, dozens of black-clothed people were following, and they seemed to be still afraid of the black-clothed young man who was already at the end of the crossbow at this moment, so they just chose to follow from a distance, but they did not force the attack.

They had already lost more than thirty Shura on this young man's body.

This young man, who walked out of the Shura field like them, had a ruthless energy that was enough to make them outlaws fearful.

The young man in black walked awkwardly on the path in the woods for another quarter of an hour.

He could probably guess the idea of the Shura behind him, but he really didn't have any way to resolve the current crisis.

The chase continued for about a quarter of an hour.

The wolf-like Shura behind him suddenly moved, and they flew forward one after another.

They could see that the boy had reached his limits.

It was already the end of the strong crossbow, and the young man gritted his teeth and tried his last bit of strength to turn around and raise his sword to resist, but he was still too weak after all, and the sword that turned back was even weaker. But those Shura have been waiting for him for a long time, so they naturally won't be afraid of him.

"Look for death!" The Shura who rushed to the front let out a loud shout, and the sharp sword in his hand attacked with the momentum of a tiger and wolf, cutting off the sword in the young man's hand along with his right arm holding the sword.

Blood splattered from the boy's right arm, hot and scarlet, and time seemed to stop at that moment, and he turned his head to look at his flying right arm in a daze, and there was a roar in his mind.

At that time, out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw that there seemed to be an old man holding a black cat on the side of the path not far away.

He didn't know if it was all his delusion, but then there was an overwhelming feeling of dizziness, and he knew that he had reached his limit.

"Let's go." He said to the old man who was walking slowly, he knew that if the old man saw such a situation, he would inevitably be destroyed by the Senluo Palace, he was already in the realm of death, and he couldn't bear to affect the old man after all.

As soon as he had finished saying this, he could no longer support it, and his body tilted and fell to the ground.

The Shura gathered around, and one of the middle-aged men who looked like a leader reached out to check the condition of the young man, and after making sure that he was really unconscious, the expression on the middle-aged man's face eased slightly.

"Take it back, it's going to be alive up there." He said this to his companion, and two of the men in black around him stepped forward, apparently about to lift the fallen boy to the ground.

"Is it inappropriate for you to act like this in broad daylight?" And at this moment, a gentle voice suddenly sounded.

Those Shura were startled, and they drew their knives and looked in the direction where the sound came from, but they saw that at some point, an old man with a black cat was standing behind them.

The old man looked ordinary, his face was wrinkled, and he was carrying a long thing wrapped in a strip of white cloth on his back, and he was squinting at them at the moment, smiling.

His sudden appearance concealed the ears and eyes of all the Shura present, and those Shura were naturally not stupid people, and faintly realized that this old man was unusual.

"Senluo Hall is doing things, please don't meddle in your affairs." The leader Shura stepped forward and looked at the old man and said in a deep voice.

In his opinion, no matter what the origin of this old man is, anyone who hears the name of his Senluo Hall will have to be afraid after all.

"Oh?" And as he expected, after hearing the three words of Senluo Palace, the old man's face changed, and he looked clear.

But not yet, they can breathe a sigh of relief.

A cold light flashed, and the bodies of everyone present shook, and after a few breaths, a blood mark suddenly appeared on the neck, and then the blood flashed, and before they could make a half-minute sound, their bodies fell to the ground one after another.

"It's the Senluo Hall that deducted the old man's basin for thirty years?"

And the old man was still squinting, standing in a pool of blood, his big hand kept stroking the black cat in his arms, and said slowly.