Mo Liyu nodded, glanced at the blue-clothed stone in He Xiao's arms, lowered his head and sighed: "Many of the juniors and disciples of Qingyun Mountain have been injured, and thirty-seven of them are gone. ”

After all, too many people have died, He Xiao also sighed, in recent days, too many disciples have died in the outer gate of Qingyun Mountain, and now these people are dead again. When the inner disciples go down the mountain, they will usually bring a dozen or so outer disciples who follow.

He Xiao still got up and said to the outer disciples who were busy and resting around the bonfire: "He Xiao is here, thank you to all the junior disciples for helping me rescue Biyi, and when I return to Qingyun Mountain, I will definitely thank you again." They will also take care of the lost juniors and disciples. ”

Most of the Qingyun Mountain disciples who were sitting looked over, and one of them got up and bowed to him in return: "Don't blame Senior Brother, it's all our own volition, I didn't expect that in the world, there are really so many masters in the rivers and lakes, Senior Brother, don't blame yourself." ”

Another disciple got up, patted the dirty snow on his hands, and said with a big grin: "Senior brother, what I said I was going to do before, it was all agreed by the big guy himself, not that the senior brother forced me to do it. ”

This person was like a green forest, and he didn't think about it at all, and when he left it, he saw a few disciples around him who also wanted to get up and say a few words, and they sat back on the ground one by one.

He Xiao shook his head, still bowed to these disciples, and then looked at Mo Liyu, the two sighed when they met, sat back on the ground, and didn't care about the gaze of Biyi Shiyi, and said: "Senior brother, there are still more than a thousand miles to go to Qingyun Mountain, and the road has to get rid of them, I'm afraid we won't be able to run far." ”

Mo Liyu nodded and agreed: "The forbidden army on the main road can't run far, maybe it's behind us, and sooner or later they will catch up." ”

Only by escaping back to Qingyun Mountain will it be safe, the palace chief Qin and Li Chun have always wanted the divine sword hidden deep in the forbidden palace and guarded by the Imperial City Division under the cave, but Ji Xiang returned to Qingyun Mountain with the divine sword, and all the pursuit and killing ended here, one is to find a way out for himself, so as not to do too much, and second, between Li Chun and the palace chief Qin, it was for the sword to chase and kill them, this time there is no need to think about it, He Xiao also knows that this blue clothes stone is the bait of the palace chief Qin, he is not arrogant and impatient with a fishing rod, the sun sets, the sun rises, and the cycle has been repeated for more than three years。

But this is a clear plan, it is spread out in front of He Xiao's eyes, but He Xiao has to eat the bait on the fish hook, and the blood flowing from his cheek is the name of the thirty-seven outer disciples!

"It's not that there is no way out. ”

The one who came over to say this was Ning Luochuan, who had already been repaired, his internal strength was profound, and his cultivation was extremely fast, but there were still a few hidden places in his body where blood stasis had accumulated a few holes, and he was slowly able to recuperate by himself.

When Mo Liyu and He Xiao saw him coming, they hurriedly got up and humbly saluted the second senior brother, He Xiao also grabbed the sleeve of Biyi Shiqi, this woman is very smart, and she can see that among these people, Ning Luochuan has a very high seniority, so she got up from the ground and bowed down with the rivers and lakes.

"This is the mountain wall not far from Heliuzhuang, I have been here, it is only a hundred miles away from Chaoping, but you can go to Chaoping City Confucius Mansion to avoid it. ”

Ning Luochuan's words came out, Mo Liyu's eyes lit up, and he slammed his fist on his palm and said, "This place is only a hundred miles away from the Confucian Mansion, Senior Brother?"

Ning Luochuan nodded, and an outer disciple who heard them also got up and said, "Three senior brothers, it is indeed only a dozen miles away from Liuqian Village here. ”

What a coincidence, among all the people in Qingyun Mountain, there is one martial artist who grows here, he has long wanted to say, but he was afraid of the soldiers of the Song army, so he didn't dare to say that there was a news of a money village not far ahead.

The three of them glanced at each other, Mo Liyu and He Xiao both felt that it was feasible and nodded, but the woman in green on the side interrupted the words of the three.

"Lord Chaoping City, Confucius Mansion, are you talking about Kong Daofu, the descendant of Confucius?"

Ning Luochuan looked over, there was a cold light between his eyebrows and eyes, it wasn't that he meant anything else, but he had always looked like this, and in a trance, people thought that he saw an invisible sword shadow rushing straight over.

But this time it still made Biyi Shiqi take a step back in horror, but fortunately He Xiao held her waist, otherwise she would have fallen again.

He Xiao straightened her and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Biyi Shiyi just shook her head, she said: "Chaoping City is a place for Confucianism, we have to escape, we shouldn't throw ourselves into the net." ”

He Xiao smiled, and just said: "Confucianism has a lot of relationship with my Qingyun Mountain, and it's a long story, in short, you should rest early, and we will go to Chaoping City tomorrow." ”

The three of them continued to discuss, and Ning Luochuan walked in front of Bai Shaoyang, who was resting alone, and arched his hand: "Ning Luochuan, a disciple of Lingtianmen of Qingyun Mountain. ”

Bai Shaoyang turned his head, glanced at him, and his lips moved and said, "Xichuan Sanren Bai Shaoyang." ”

Xichuan Sanren Bai Shaoyang, Xichuan Sanren, at the beginning, it was just a cultivation disciple who came out of Sichuan, there is no sect, and those who are self-taught can be called Sanren. Later, Bai Shaoyang became famous in a war, and he was a rival to the Taoist character who wanted to engrave the name of the third time in the Qixian Building, Wei Zhengjue of the Chengsu View, and finally made the Qixian Building that year, no one picked up the pen and lettered, and later, the Jianghu people no longer casually called the characters from Xichuan and called the Xichuan Sanren, because behind the name of the Xichuan Sanren, there must be three words of Bai Shaoyang.

The two reported each other's names, Bai Shaoyang's faint expression, as if he didn't want to do anything, and when he rescued Biyi Shiyi, they were simply two people.

Ning Luochuan was even more proud, when he was a young man, he was already a kendo master in Ling Tianmen, he was not very old, simple-minded, he had defeated countless masters, and finally even claimed to be the first in the outer gate, and defeated three inner disciples in a row Yu Hua Nian, in the sword competition, he was also defeated by him.

Some of the old disciples of Qingyun Mountain called him "less than the sword", which seemed to be boasting of his ability, but Ning Luochuan had advanced his kendo early, and he was a master of swordsmanship, and many people said that he had reached the pinnacle of half a step.

The discussion between the two didn't take much time, Bai Shaoyang spoke more than Ning Luochuan, and finally everyone got on their horses again and headed towards Chaoping City.

Chaoping City, such a season, if it is in the past, I am afraid that many people will freeze to death, but this year is different, the epidemic is epidemic, and even the petty officials of Chaoping City have changed a round, as the so-called, the new official took office three fires, to treat the dead body pit in the city, and poured tung oil on the old and dead who starved to death, and a fire burned extremely vigorously, even people more than ten miles away, you can see countless wild dogs running from the alley to the street, running in the direction of the corpse pit, the corpse pit is piled up half a zhang high, but the fire is several zhang high.

The wild dogs of the city were so hungry that they ran to the height of the "cliff" and jumped into the sparks, splashing large sparks.

Such a scene happens almost every day, the heavy snow comes, and it will not stop, and there are indeed fewer people who die, but when the epidemic comes, the people who die, those tombs that have grown grass are also called Yamen to push, the corpses inside are not moving, people are also taking the coffins together, and sending them to the corpse pit outside the city to burn up, the foul smell, that is, the people of Qingyun Mountain, who are not three miles away, also covered their noses, some are good at turtle breath gong, until they enter the city, they can still smell a scorched smell, it is very bad, the appearance of the people living in peace in the past is nothing, but there are fewer beggars who are frozen outside, and there are many porridge shops and doctors, the doctors are eating gruel while giving people a pulse.

"An peaceful Confucian sect is now also down like this. Mo Liyu sighed, he still remembered the first time he came to this Chaoping City, at that time in Chaoping City, the people lived in peace, and there were many merchants who drove ox carts, and the people in the market chose some good-looking Shu brocade and Jiangnan Ayaluo, some of which were valuable, and they would not be used to buy and sell, but hidden.

At last I saw a beggar, who walked and staggered, clutching a jar of wine in his hand, but no more than six taels of wine. The beggar was not drunk, but his nose was red, and he did not know where the weather was cold, so he went to find someone to give him a jar of wine.

"Uncle, take these pieces of silver, and when you are hungry, buy yourself a bowl of bread to eat. Mo Liyu kindly took out a few scattered silver taels from his arms, pressed on the old beggar's hand, the old beggar glanced at him, there was still wine on his mouth, he was not drunk but staggered, and Mo Liyu said thank you, and seemed to be in a hurry, and walked to the turning point without a trace.

Everyone didn't take it to heart, the scene of this Chaoping City at the moment, but it was like hell on earth, almost three households had one in front of the door, there were to hang one or two white silk, and there were a lot, someone on the door directly drew a number with cinnabar, Bai Aya couldn't afford it or couldn't afford to use white silk anymore, most of them were painted with cinnabar pens, but the people of Qingyun Mountain looked around, the whole city was almost a piece of white, in the wind and snow weather, some old houses tilted and collapsed, and no one picked up the miscellaneous things between the broken bricks and tiles.

"I never thought that after so long since the epidemic, Chaoping City is still a family hanging white silk, and the conjuring flags can be seen everywhere, where is this still a human city?"

In the eyes of the people in the city, the glory is scattered, even the officials and local forbidden troops who can still be seen are also accustomed to life and death, they just carry the coffins taken out of the dry grave, and then dragged outside the city by others.

The restaurant in Chaoping City was open as usual, and there was the sound of singing and dancing inside, and even the guards were equipped with knives on their waists, alerting the surrounding city people who were like walking corpses.

"What is the poetry of the poet?" Ning Luochuan said.

Everyone felt something, and those who did not answer did not stop and continued to move forward.

Outside the Confucian Mansion, the Kong family also hung a lot of white silk, not to mention that there were seven or eight white silks, which was only the white silk of Kong Daofu, the descendants of the Kong family, and in the past three years, the family and domestic servants were not here.