"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that if you hadn't communicated with someone in the Black Bamboo Society, why would you suddenly know about the various ambush plans ahead of the Black Bamboo Society? If you said that you knew about it in the first place, then why didn't you say it before? Are those fireworks in Shicai a response from your companions and you? Otherwise, how can anyone set off fireworks in broad daylight!"

Xia Zheng is naturally not easy to fool, these words are not wrong at all-except that the "companion" is not a member of the Black Bamboo Society. Shen Fengming, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, thought that Jun Li asked him not to mention him to others, but if he didn't mention it, how could he justify himself to Xia Zheng?

But Chen Rongrong smiled and said, "Yifeng, don't force Shen Gongzi to ask." He has been in the Black Bamboo Club for many years, so he naturally has good friends who are willing to pass on the news of this plan to him, which is a good thing for us, if you have to force him to tell him who that person is, then how to explain it to his friends in the future?"

"I'm not pursuing this matter. Xia Zheng said. "I just want to know if the news that Shen Gongzi got is indeed accurate and credible. ”

"I'm ......," Shen Fengming paused. "Since the owner said so, I naturally can't hide it. That's right, I'm communicating with people. I can't really tell if the information I've received is true, but I believe it must be true, because...... The man who gave me the news is one of my best friends today, and I am sure he will not lie to me, and he says yes, and there will be, and he says no, and he will not. If you don't even have this trust, what is the message?"

Xia Zheng nodded. "If you have the words of the childe, then you will do it. It's not too early, we get on the road early -- this carriage will have a young man all the way. ”

Shen Fengming breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the owner!"

A group of less than fifteen people gradually walked into Xianxia Ridge in the afternoon. Xia Zheng and Chen Rongrong rode together at the beginning, but after a while, Chen Rongrong still slowed down to the back and walked with Shen Fengming on the side of the carriage for a while.

Shen Fengming heard her mention the conditions for Ge Chuan and Xia Zheng to talk again under the tree before. He knew that Yifeng could not change his mind in the position of the owner of the village, so he changed his conditions and wanted to get rid of you. Chen Rongrong said. Yifeng didn't agree at that time, Ge Chuan took a step back and said that at least he would abandon you and not let you enter the mountains. I think he is jealous of your relationship with the people in the Black Bamboo Society after all, and is worried that if you are here, the assassination of the Black Bamboo Society may be used by you and will be detrimental to him, so he doesn't want you to enter the mountain anyway. Yifeng actually had a hard time deciding in his heart, although he knew that Shen Gongzi would have no other heart, but Ge Chuan really couldn't afford to offend. ”

"So what you were going to say to me at that time was to tell me to stay here and not go forward?"

Chen Rongrong didn't answer, as if he was acquiescing.

Shen Fengming sneered. "Heh, it seems that it is time for me to force the owner of Xia Zhuang this time, otherwise he will abandon me and stay in Ge Chuan - I am afraid that I will be disheartened and will not care about your life or death. ”

"Yifeng is also for Shen Gongzi. In fact, how difficult it is to come, we ...... I already feel that I owe a great favor to my son, so it's better if you don't take risks with us. ”

Shen Fengming felt a little uneasy when he heard her say this, and said: "Why do you need to say those words more, I am also for myself-if I don't follow, I really ...... in my heart Sorry. ”

Chen Rongrong smiled: "Childe is a man of temperament, when that Lou girl was treating her injuries in Xiajiazhuang, I could see it, and Yifeng would not fail to see it, so I said, no matter what, we will not doubt Childe." ”

Shen Fengming coughed and said, "Now that we have entered Xianxia Mountain, madam, we should be careful." It's a pity that I have to see this carriage now, otherwise I would have explored the way for you. ”

"It's okay, I'll let Lu Daxia go and explore. ”

Chen Rongrong said that "Lu Daxia" is an accompanying Zhuang guest, named Lu Xing, thirty-six or seven years old, well-known in the Jiangnan area, and has stayed in Xiajiazhuang for about ten years, which is one of the characters that Xia Zheng has always relied on. Shen Fengming hesitated for a moment and said, "It's hard to say whether Heizhu will sprinkle some doorways in front first, if Lu Daxia is not familiar with the inside story, it may be easy for a person to get into the way." ”

Chen Rongrong seemed to feel reasonable, thought for a while, and said: "In this way, Gongzi and Lu Daxia will go together, and there will be a response." This carriage ...... I'll show you that. ”

Shen Fengming agreed, and only said, "There is Mrs. Lao." ”

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Even if Shen Fengming didn't give that code, Jun Li could see thirty people leave.

Exactly, he clearly saw the beginning and end of that disagreement. If Xia Zheng really chose to compromise with Ge Chuan, he thought that he would have to take action to save Shen Fengming. Now, just count yourself right and watch Xia Zheng.

There were still miles away from the group, but he was only on a high place, and when he saw the thirty people retreating, he froze, intending to wait for them to leave before proceeding. But the thirty people retreated from this mile of land, stagnated a little, and discussed with each other, but they turned back and followed Xia Zheng and his party far away.

He heard clearly. "Let's keep up, and when the black bamboo will be in trouble, wait for the opportunity to give Xia Zheng a fatal blow. ”

Hearing this, Jun Li frowned. Unexpectedly, Ge Chuan's group of subordinates are not so easy to retreat. He held the fireworks in his arms and wanted to report a message to Shen Fengming, but hesitated for a moment and let go. Not to mention that the news is going to attract the attention of these people now, now that Xia Zheng and his party have entered the mountain, it is time to concentrate on the movements of the Black Bamboo Society, such a villain, there is no need to alarm them anymore.

――Didn't I follow to solve this situation?

He wasn't quite sure about the skill of the thirty people, so he quietly tiptoed for a while. Even though the pride he had brought out from the Suzaku Mansion last night had not yet subsided, he still knew very well that it was not easy to defeat thirty with one enemy - not to mention that he was still wounded.

After another two miles down, he measured the height of several people with his body, breathing, and footsteps, and probably had a bottom in his heart, flashed into the bushes, picked up a stone, and threw it at the back of the people. The one who was behind had already turned around and shouted, "Who!" "Be careful!" But behind me, I saw the shadow of the tree, where is the fu?

Everyone wondered what animal was passing by, muttered a few words, and turned around. But this time, a group of people were shocked. Behind what I thought was someone, there was no one behind him, but in the way ahead, I couldn't hear the sound, but there was already a young man standing.

He was dressed in green clothes and with a sword, and stood tall. In the afternoon, the sun came right behind him, striking the shadow especially lonely. The same lonely sword, the sword was still in the sheath, but the posture was very clear.

- He came to stop them.

"Who are you?" the leader looked at him. Perhaps it was the familiarity of this face that made him hesitate. But the backlit dim shadow and the abruptness of the Taoist dress made it impossible for him to recognize him so quickly. Even if they had met once or twice, no one had ever thought of associating a sword-carrying young man who was blocking the way with Jun Li, the "good man" beside the Suzaku in the forbidden city.

Jun Li did not answer his question. "I just want you to stop here and don't go any further, or ......" his hand holding the sword was raised, and he didn't have to speak again, its meaning was clear.

One of the people on the side said: "We still have to hurry, we don't have time to waste time with this kid!"

The blade lit up, as if waiting for this order. More than a dozen swords reflecting the dazzling sunlight in front of him attacked, although the speed was different, but they could reach the front of him, but they couldn't use the blink of an eye.

Jun Li's horizontal sword has been drawn, and the color of the sword is a bloody red. Unsheathed so fast, he didn't dodge for half a minute, only one person and one sword, and his hands were on the ground to set up more than a dozen sharp blades.

Ten against one, if you work hard, it is also a huge disparity, but those ten people don't seem to feel half relaxed. It's not that Jun Li is powerful, but the moment the sword is unsheathed, the killing intent around him seems to be out of the sheath. The reflection on the dazzling blade seems to be pressed to dim for three points, and the blood-chasing sword is only slightly pressed down, and the strength is immediately returned, and everyone has felt a half-lukewarm strength from the blade in their hands, indescribably soft, but unspeakably uncomfortable, "boring and boring" twice, two blades have been taken off first, and even themselves, they don't know how they can get rid of it.

The intersection of the blades immediately divided, Jun Li's figure took advantage of the gap, rose from the ground, and avoided the attacks on both sides, obviously he blocked more than a dozen blades with one move, and the others couldn't understand it, and they understood it, so naturally no one dared to be idle, so he wanted to rush up, relying on the large number of people, there was always a knife that hit him.

Jun Li people in the air, can already see the sword mountain sword forest below, he a little regrets avoiding the air like this, in fact, he is passive, to twist his body in the air, it is a hundred times more difficult than on the flat ground, but now there is no way, he only seeks a foothold, and he does not dare to be affectionate, the body shape is reversed, the tip of the sword comes first, and he points in to a slightly less person, only to hear the two soft shouts of "ah" and "ah", the two of them have already closed their swords, but Jun Li still does not dare to land, and uses the power of that point to move out again, and Fang fell outside the sword mountain and sword forest.

The one who had been borrowed by him was naturally seriously injured and had fallen down. Jun Li just exchanged two moves, but he almost lost the upper hand, all because of his lack of experience in facing the enemy, he was secretly afraid in his heart, and he didn't dare to take a big risk.

He still remembered in his heart that when he first saw Lingli, he used Aya as a sword in Hongfu Building to retreat alone from the black bamboo. At that time, it was difficult to think that the tongue was a celestial man, but now it can also be seen one or two, so I recalled the sharp body shape and footwork, one by one, the long sword in the hand seems to be invisible, but that move and style, piercing and reciprocating, but it is real. This sword technique is already more offensive than defensive, once it is unfolded and enters its own rhythm, the sword of the assassin who used to be described as "taking the enemy's head in the midst of thousands of troops" in the past, how can people dodge and resist, even if it is surrounded by the core, the battle is more and more full, as if the whole battle situation cannot escape from the palm of his hand, so that the sword momentum is fast enough to override the threat imposed on his body.

Jun Li seemed to have experienced for the first time - not just looking at it - the astonishing and unspeakable smoothness of one enemy, but the difference was not the soft blade in his hand, but the ominous "chasing blood".