Le Yun carried her luggage into the forest, and walked far away, even if she walked a few hundred meters away, she clearly heard Yan Shuai's words calling her "bear child", silently put Yan Shuai's name on her teeth and chewed it a few times, ignored him, confirmed that there was no one around, reorganized her backpack, threw a lot of things into the space, only carried a small amount of food and tents, took out a firewood knife, put on gloves, and picked medicinal herbs while walking.

Yan Shao, who was returning, went back to the city center, ran to Sanwei Xuan in the food alley for lunch, and the face brushing machine Ah Fu ran to report to the young master, Xuan Shao Youzai shook to the lobby leisurely, sat down next to Yan Shao, and looked swaying: "Yan Shao, is there something for the little beauty to convey to you?" ”

"None. Little Lori went to Hengshan Yumai Mountain to pick tea, and I only came to eat. Yan Xing didn't even move his eyebrows, and his face didn't wave.

"Oh, the little beauty went to pick tea? Is the purpose of picking new tea to entertain guests at the stone tea party? Well, I'm going to have a mouthful. Yan Shao, you didn't come to pass the word, you are casual. Xuan Shao's eyebrows were raised, and the clouds were light and ran back to the kitchen.

For Xuan Shao, it is commonplace to come and leave when he says he goes, and Colonel Yan calmly drank boiled water and waited for the dishes.

Xuan Shao turned to the back hall and beckoned Xuan Yi at the kitchen door: "Go and check, is it a family or sect that has been making small moves in private recently." ”

"Young Master?" Xuanyi was a little puzzled, why did the young master inexplicably want to check the details of the people today?

"There is a problem with the sentence that Yan someone just revealed the whereabouts of the little beauty, presumably someone made a move on the immortal doctor in private, Yan Shao suspected that it was done by the ancient martial arts family or which sect, and specially came to show some words, you pay attention to whether there are any new moves in the special family or sect, if there is any abnormal movement, if necessary, the gentlemen in the hidden valley will know."

"Understood." Xuanyi understood, it turned out that Yan Shao secretly sent the news, and he responded and immediately asked the secret guard to pass on the young master's order to the secret agents of the Xuanyuan family.

There is a message from Xuan, Xuan Shao entered the kitchen, and tossed his favorite cooking skills.

As a personal guard, Xuan Yi should not be away from the young master for too long, go out for a spin and then turn back to the kitchen to accompany the young master to tinker with dark dishes in the kitchen.

Yan Shao had lunch at Sanweixuan, left lightly, drove his car, tossed on the road for three hours, and then returned to Qingdao University, continuing to be a good student.

That night, Liu Shao went back to the dormitory and saw someone Yan who was bombed back, he was in a good mood, it was better to be happy alone than to be happy, he was alone in school, and he was a lot of small companions.

Le Yun walked around the mountains alone, walked around the west, and walked slowly in the general direction of Xiaowutai, and the specific route was crooked, avoiding all the crop areas under the mountain, and also avoiding the scenic area, and drilling in the middle of nowhere.

Walking around until it was dark and finding a place to camp, she sighed depressedly, she didn't find tracking for half a day, no one tracked, and there was no drone tracking.

Although no one followed her on the first day, it doesn't necessarily mean that there will be no one in the future, she doesn't bother for the time being, she sneaks back to the space to take care of the crops, harvest medicinal herbs, fruits and vegetables, and is still early to go to bed, peel hundreds of lily and garlic cloves, wash a few buckets and take them to the shelves on the lawn to drain the water, and then go out of the space to meditate and sleep in the tent.

All night, she remained in a light sleep, and even a disturbance could not escape her hearing detection.

The next day, Friday, March 31.

On the last day of March of the new calendar, students and office workers are busy with a day, students do not have a holiday after school, and office workers do not have a holiday after work, because the day of the Qingming Festival is Tuesday, and that day is a holiday, so the April 3 of next Monday and the April 1 of that Saturday are reversed, and the Qingming Festival is connected with the weekend two days off, a total of three days off, which is convenient for people to worship their ancestors and sweep the tombs.

Le Xiaoxiao passed the last day of March of the new calendar smoothly, and when the first day of April ushered in, it was closer to Qingming and accelerated the trip.

In the middle of the morning, the music of wandering in the jungle, smelled the smell of the air, silently accelerated the pace, and stopped, stopped and walked, smelled the air everywhere, and at noon, climbed over a mountain, and also entered the territory of H North Province, and officially entered the boundary circle of Xiaowutai.

In the evening, find a suitable place, set up a tent calmly, collect firewood to make a fire, boil a pot of porridge, eat enough, drill the tent on time, meditate and rest.

On April 1, office workers finished a day's work, students finished a day's class, temporarily liberated, and students from colleges and universities in the capital who were close to home also went home.

The beautiful boy and his friends also went home together, and Yan Shaoliu Shao went together, and they dispersed one after another halfway together, each returning to their own home, each looking for their mother.

Le Fu's workshop also had a three-day holiday, and Boss Wu went back to his home in the capital city to worship the deceased elders, and the people in the workshop also went home for the Qingming holiday.

On April 2nd, Sunday, many people in the city and countryside went to the grave to pay tribute to the deceased elders, after all, some people returned to their hometowns from more fortunate places to worship their ancestors, if they had to wait for the Qingming Day to go to the grave time was too late, or in case it rained on the day of the Qingming Festival, maybe they could not go to the mountain, and generally took advantage of the sunny weather to go to the tomb.

Le Xiao ran in the mountains for another day, camped at sunset and dusk, wrapped the rabbits caught during the day into mud eggs, made mud roasted rabbits to treat himself, and climbed into the tent to rest after dark.

The night temperature in the mountains is low, even in April of the new calendar, there is still snow on the top of the snow peak of the highest peak of Xiaowutai, as if winter has not passed, and the temperature at night is only a few degrees, which is very cold.

On a cold night in spring, the mountains are silent, empty and secluded.

The blue tents in the meadows on the edge of the jungle in the valleys between the high mountains blend in with the night, and it is almost impossible to tell whether it is a clump of grass or a tent.

After midnight, even the rats are full and go back to the cave nest to sleep, the mist gushes between the mountains, the sky and the earth are hazy, and the grass and trees are slowly moistened by the fog.

At the moment of tranquility, a faint fragrance wafts above the tent limelight, elegant and fragrant.

The charming fragrance flutters and escapes, so that the tent square garden is shrouded in fragrant fragrance for one or two miles, just like a hundred flowers blooming in spring, and the fragrance of flowers hits people.

The fragrance was intoxicating, the insects dormant in the grass were silent, and the silence became more and more silent.

The aroma lingers for a long time.

About an hour after the first appearance of the fragrance, a person walked out of the meadow on the other side of the limelight, the night was so thick that he could not see the appearance of the person, only that the person was like a weak willow blowing in the wind, light and silent.

The man, walking on the grass with light work, stopped about 100 meters away from the tent, and then stopped, about 50 meters away, and then stopped slightly, to about 10 meters, in the hazy mist, someone raised his hand, and dozens of points of cold light "sighed" through the air, turning into a shower of stars to cover the tent.

The starry light in the sky was like a bamboo, breaking into the tent, nailing into the object, and some collided in the air, rubbing faint sparks.

The sparks were a little blue star, faint, but they were extremely dazzling in the night.

The cold light of the rain penetrated the tent, pierced into the objects, or flew into the opposite tent, some of which were tied to the tent, and some of which were pierced through the cloth and fell into the grass.

When the cold light penetrated the tent, there seemed to be a slight snort, and finally there was a deathly silence.

The person who scattered a dark star looked at the cold light from afar, and then scattered a dozen dark stars, and more than a dozen cold lights shot out of the tent, and the people also flew away, and when the cold star pierced into the tent, the people approached, and the sound of "poof" in the dark night exploded a cold metallic light.

The cold metallic light swept down and fell from the top of the tent, and the tent "swooped" open, and the metallic light fell, slashing at something.

The person holding the knife instantly flashed back and retreated seven or eight meters away, and the sparks flashed and disappeared in the dark, and then a small flashlight with a strong light lit up.

In the light of the flashlight, the appearance of the person was faintly visible, it was a man in a modern black mountaineering suit, about fifty years old, his hair was combed back of his head, revealing a wide face with high cheekbones, strong three-dimensional facial features, and the overall appearance of the face was not surprising.

He carried an ordinary backpack, wore hiking shoes, and held a long knife in his hand, the cold light flickered, and when he stepped into the grass after the flashback, he held a flashlight to shine in the direction of the tent, and the tent was broken and still did not fall, but only half collapsed, there was a wind blowing, and the rags swayed with the sound of "popping, popping, popping".

The man who was holding the mountain knife swept up again on his toes, and the light of the flashlight shook like a shadow light on the dance floor, and the person swept to the tent half a meter away, and the mountain knife swept past again.

Bang, snap, the big knife swung over, first slashing the pole of the tent, and then the steel pole was broken violently, and then the tent was vigorously brought up, turned to the side, and something shook at the bottom of the tent.

The man with the knife swept twice in a row, slashing the tent to pieces, and found that there was only one straw man wearing clothes in the tent, or a target made of fresh grass and trees, the straw man was wearing a gray sweatshirt, and dozens of three-edged dart knives were tied to his body.

There was nothing but a straw man in the tent.

The man with the knife saw that the tent was empty, and swung the knife again, picking up the tent and throwing it away, under the tent was a piece of grass, and he could not hide people, he swept back and retreated a few feet, and at the same time put away the flashlight, clenched the long knife, and made a defensive posture in the face of a strong enemy.

He was on full alert, listening to all directions, and guarding against sneak attacks.

There is no night mouse activity in the dark, no night bird chirping, not even the sound of insects, the silence makes people panic, the cold air is blowing on the face, cold as ice.

The man holding the knife maintained a posture as if he was facing a great enemy, and the more time passed, the more solemn his expression became.

After about a quarter of an hour, there was a little wind in the darkness, and the man with the knife saw his eyes, and when his eyes moved, his body moved, and the long knife was like a rainbow, slashing in the direction of the slight movement of the wind.

As soon as he swung his long knife, he splashed a stream of cold water on his face, and the water appeared so inexplicably, the man holding the knife was splashed squarely, his eyes were drenched, as if soaked in a lime pool, and the hot pain burned his eyes so much that he couldn't open them, and even his mouth burned hot.

In the cold night, there was a voice as crisp as a yellow oriole: "You little deflated Sanshen doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, and you are spreading incense and throwing dark stars, and you are also holding a knife and cutting and killing, what do you mean?" ”

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!