Hangzhou.

The gate of Pingxiang County.

It was evening, close to dusk. The sun is still not scorching, and the people who load and unload goods at the gate of the county are sweating, squinting their eyes and shirtless, and carrying bags of grain on their shoulders and carrying them to the carts, showing signs of being in full swing.

Chu Mo and Zhang Shiyao came here and stopped. Chu Mo turned back to him and said, "Brother Zhang, you don't have to send it anymore, I have something important to go out of the city, you can go back first." ”

Zhang Shiyao nodded and said, "Thank you for your help, I don't know your name yet." ”

Chu Mo smiled, the thin man in front of him looked a little scared, even after walking with him for such a long time, he still didn't say anything, but his expression was a little sad and angry, and he seemed to be still worried about falling off the list. But fortunately, after coming from the notice board, Lin Xi didn't catch up, and it saved a lot of trouble. But as far as he knew, Lin Xi was a wealthy young master and had some power in the family, so maybe he and the two of them had formed a relationship. A flying young master, who has been pampered since childhood, was kicked to the ground in the street, and he must not be able to swallow this breath, and Zhang Shiyao may be retaliated against in the future. But at that time, Chu Mo heard that he was unfairly ostracized because his parents were linked to the Chu State, and he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart. When did the people of Chu also become rats crossing the street, it was time for everyone to shout and beat.

Chu Mo looked at him and couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy. Although he also wants to complain about Zhang Shiyao at the moment, he still has a lot of important things to do with him at the moment. If he goes here, the Tianshu Pavilion will definitely search for him, he can only take one step at a time, follow the instructions of the National Teacher, and prepare for the worst exposure.

Thinking of this, he reached out and patted Zhang Shiyao's shoulder, and said, "You don't need to know my name, I'm just an ordinary scholar, I'll meet again." ”

"No way. Zhang Shiyao hurriedly said, "You just knocked those people down at once, how can you be an ordinary person with such good skills." ”

Chu Mo smiled when he heard this, and said, "It's just a few small fists and feet, nothing." ”

Zhang Shiyao looked at him, his eyes were a little lonely, and said, "I also want to learn some kung fu, so that they won't bully me casually......"

Chu Mo smiled and nodded at him, which was regarded as encouragement, and turned around and walked towards the city gate.

Since so many things have happened in Pingxiang County recently, in order to maintain law and order, the city gate should be closed before the mountain sets, Chu Mo was afraid of delaying the trip, so he didn't say anything more to him, like these people who were somewhat connected to the Chu State in the past, there are still thousands of people, just the refugees of the Chu State, there are countless scattered all over the place, and he can only ask for more blessings.

Chu Mo negotiated a carriage at the gate of the city and sent him north to the Korean border, which was less than a day's journey.

He got into the carriage, and before he had time to set off, Zhang Shiyao hurriedly caught up, threw a book into the carriage, and said to Chu Mo: "Brother, this is a poem manuscript that I have spent more than a year writing recently, but unfortunately I can't throw it out, and it's useless to keep it, so I should treat it as a thank you gift." ”

Chu Mo was a little surprised, he picked up the manuscript of the poem and thanked the emaciated scholar in front of him.

As evening approached, the entire city gate was shrouded in a flood of gold.

After a while, with the shouting of the coachman, the carriage set off slowly and headed out of the city gates.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

Wu.

Xijing.

Late at night.

A long pillar of pale blue light pierced the night sky and headed straight for the sea of stars.

The powerful sword spirit was like a god descending from the heavens, cutting an arc of light in the vast starry sky, like a meteor.

Ye Buliu was as light as a swallow, stepped into the air, and flew towards the high Xihe Tower.

The top of Xihe Tower is a night pearl that emits miserable white fluorescence in the dark, and it is quietly placed on the top of the tower.

The sword in Ye Buliu's hand had become transparent, overflowing with star-like points of light. It was the sword spirit that had overflowed, wrapping the blade and gushing out with the flow of internal force.

Those who follow the way of heaven are mortal.

Ye Buliu kicked on the top of the first floor of Xihe Tower, bounced high, landed on the top of the higher floor, and then flicked again, and flew up a few zhang high. The body is as light as a swallow, as if walking on the ground.

Han Luyao's figure appeared out of thin air all around, like a ghost. She came with the chill of a dagger, and her skirt fluttered faster than the wind.

Ye Buliu turned around and held his sword to block it, and the sword spirit rushed towards Han Luyao like a dragon going out to sea, with a majestic momentum, making people feel a sense of oppression unconsciously. The dagger and the sword spirit clashed, and a huge air flow spread outward from between the two, overturning the bricks and tiles of the Xihe Pagoda, shattering into small pieces in the air, and splashing in all directions.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of collision in the air was incessant, and the air around the two was sliced open, making a screeching sound.

The sword spirit that surged out was scattered by the dagger in Han Luyao's hand, and the internal force converged in one place, and the strength was amazing. Her dagger slashed at Ye Buliu's blade, sending out a circle of light in all directions.

Ye Buliu pushed his palm towards the hilt of the sword, and stabbed at Han Luyao with his backhand, and the sword spirit in mid-air was led into a whirlpool by the internal force, as if he wanted to devour Han Luyao in it.

Han Luyao held the dagger in one hand, broke through the barrier formed by the sword spirit in front of Ye Buliu, and sent the blade of the dagger forward, heading straight for his throat. At the same time, Ye Buliu stabbed his sword towards Han Luyao, and the swirling sword spirit followed closely behind, and the majestic force rolled up the air around them into a twist.

Those who go against the heavens are immortals.

The two blades met again, and a huge force erupted in the middle, and they both fell backwards.

Han Luyao flipped in the air and landed lightly on the east side of Xihe Pagoda.

Ye Buliu supported the ground with his sword, and only staggered to stop after breaking several feet of bricks and tiles one after another.

He looked up, and a bloody streak appeared on his neck, and a few traces of red blood slowly flowed down.

The long skirt on Han Luyao's body had also been shattered into tattered strips of cloth, and his clothes were not covered, and his thighs and back were shocked by the sword spirit's shocking scars.

And she didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, she still looked at Ye Buliu, who was a little embarrassed, indifferently, and the veil on her face had already been torn apart, revealing a cold face.

The two of them glanced at each other, and they were secretly recovering the internal strength of their bodies.

Ye Buliu sneered and said, "Han Luyao, are you going to come to take my life today?" What, is it Lu Chuan's instructions to you?"

Han Luyao was expressionless and didn't say a word.

"Heh, the remnants of your Chu State are no longer as strong as they were back then, and you are the same. Ye Buliu stood up with his sword and said, "In the future, even if it weren't me, someone else would come to take the lives of you and those who shed the blood of the Chu State." ”

Han Luyao's dagger spun rapidly at his fingertips, as if waiting for the next shot.

Ye Buliu said, glanced at Xihe under the tower, and said to Han Luyao: "If you don't believe it, your little maid, I'm afraid it won't be guaranteed." ”

Han Luyao frowned, and looked down, and the dense streets under Xihe Pagoda had been lit with torches like long snakes at some point, and they were swimming in the streets and alleys.

A look of unease appeared on her cold face.

Suddenly, Ye Buliu's figure disappeared out of thin air, Han Luyao was stunned, and before he could react, Ye Buliu's figure holding a sword came to her, and the sword spirit on the blade made a terrifying buzzing sound.

A large crater was blown out of the roof, and the tiles flew into the night sky, and Han Luyao was pushed a few feet away, her chest pierced deeply by the sword spirit.

Swish. At a faster speed, Han Luyao flashed from in front of Ye Buliu to behind him, slashing with a dagger. Ye Buliu turned around to block, and the piercing sound of the bell kept coming.

Han Luyao spun and jumped in mid-air, and the dazzling dagger hit the blade of the sword from various angles, like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

At this time, Ye Buliu couldn't gather internal force to release the sword spirit at all, and he couldn't help but start to be surprised by Han Luyao's dense and powerful attack.

He used all his internal strength to burst out all the sword spirits on the blade, but Han Luyao's ghostly body disappeared in front of him, and after easily dodging, she appeared in mid-air again, the internal force in her hand exploded, and the dagger flashed with a cold glow.

All this seemed to be in slow motion, Ye Buliu couldn't help but snort and blocked with his sword. But it was too late.

Suddenly!

The sword spirit was scattered, Ye Buliu was shot down from the high Xihe Tower, and his body was like a fluttering piece of paper, falling downward, falling into the vast dark night.

And Han Luyao's trace also disappeared into the night sky, and there were a few more damaged wounds on Xihe Tower, after a moment. It's as if nothing had happened.

Inside the inn.

Shen Mengxi couldn't help but panic when he listened to the chaotic sound of horses' hooves and shouts outside the inn. She and Han Luyao's softness had already been packed up, and there was also the valuable box, which contained the herbs that the national teacher wanted. She packed all this, and it was almost early in the morning, but Han Luyao didn't come back for a long time.

She was completely sleepy at this time, so she simply calmed down and listened to the movement outside the house. The oppressive atmosphere swept over this eerie inn, and the room was filled with a faint smell of spices from the Western Regions.

Shen Mengxi was lying on the bed, the towering Xihe Pagoda outside the window could not be seen clearly in the dark night, only the night pearl at the top of the tower still faintly glowed. Just now, she was awakened by the sound from the Xihe Tower, and saw a light blue arc flashing at the height of the tower, and saw a little white light lingering, and before she could take a good look, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the inn.

As soon as she wanted to go out to take a look, she saw through the crack in the hidden door that several shirtless people from the Western Regions with fierce faces were gathering outside the door, shouting something in a low voice in the Western Regions dialect she couldn't understand, holding all kinds of knives, guns and clubs in their hands. She couldn't help but be startled, and hurriedly locked the door of the room, and after a while, there was a dense sound of footsteps in the hallway.

Shen Mengxi was a little uneasy, she paced in the room for a while, but Han Luyao still showed no signs of coming back. She stood in front of the window, carefully sticking her head out and looking down, and at the bottom of the hillside outside the inn, countless people and horses were walking through the streets with torches, and the firelight illuminated the whole street.

She looked closely for a while, and found that the centaurs were wearing the uniforms of the Qi army, and they were fully armed, and through the light on the torches, she could even see the grim expressions on their faces.