Thinking of this, he remembered a line that Mrs. Xiao had written on the silk cloth left for him, "If there is a gathering, you should cut off the enemy's head, play the crown and sing in celebration." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

It seems that Mrs. Xiao, a woman, has completely broken with Yelu Shilu after losing her beloved son Abaoji. Even if she was wooing and taking refuge in a foreign race like Tubo, she did not hesitate at all. As for the so-called infamy among the Khitans, she didn't care about it.

Thinking of this, Liu Ju felt very heavy, and he thought that he didn't know what Li Jing was doing at the moment, whether he had encountered any danger, so he hurriedly rushed out of the fire to find her, only to see that the situation in front of him was getting more and more chaotic, those defeated Xiao soldiers fled all the way and set fire all the way, hundreds of tents in the camp were lit by them, and the raging fire rushed to the sky, and there was a tendency to set fire to the plain.

Seeing this, several groups of Yelu soldiers had no choice but to give up the pursuit of the remnants of the defeated Xiao army, and rushed to the river one by one on horseback with wooden barrels, to bring water back to extinguish the fire. Among them, one of the Yelu soldiers saw Liu Yu, dressed as a servant, rushing out of the fire, so he shouted to him in Khitan language: "Don't go, go and carry water to put out the fire!"

Liu Yu didn't want to pay attention to them, turned his head and hurried straight to the direction of the tent where the bronze horse was. When the soldier saw this, he was furious, and rushed at him on horseback, and was about to slash him with his sword, but he slapped him so that he could not get up from the ground.

At this moment, he was as anxious as fire, thinking that if Li Jing was a little bad in this chaos, then he would really have to feel guilty for the rest of his life.

As soon as he thought of this, his heart became more and more anxious, and he walked faster and faster, until he felt that the outfit of a Tibetan servant was really a burden, so he simply lifted his robe high, tied it around his waist with a cloth belt, and tore off the false whiskers between his lips. In this way, he seemed to have changed his appearance, and it was estimated that few people in the camp of tens of thousands of people could recognize him at once.

Along the way, he saw the rising fires and smoking ashes everywhere, and when he arrived at the tent where the bronze horse was originally located, he saw that the tent was intact, and he thought that Li Jing should be fine, and his heart was greatly relieved. He opened the curtain and rushed in, only to find that the house was empty, and there were still the shadows of the bronze horse and Li Jing.

Feeling uneasy, he hurried out of his tent and ran to the bank of the river, where all those who had escaped from the camp should have taken refuge in the fire. When he rushed to the bank of the river, he saw that the bank of the river was densely packed with martial arts heroes from all over the world. These people are all murderers and arsonists, but when they see the situation in front of them, they are all so shocked that they can't believe that such a grassland chaos is happening under their noses.

They were not afraid, one by one they held the attitude that it was not too big to watch the excitement, and looked far away in the direction of the camp, waiting for the show to begin. Some of them have already occupied a good piece of land by the river surrounded by their disciples, so that they can enjoy the shade and watch the fire.

On the north side of the riverbank, bustling with disciples of famous sects such as Kongtong and Emei, Yuhe Zhenren and Jinding Daoist stood among the disciples talking and laughing, as for the Qingcheng faction who likes to be alone, Xiao Canglan didn't know where he was at the moment, but no one cared where he went.

Liu Yu was bent on finding Li Jing, he was not interested in these people, and at the same time, he left all his grievances and grievances with these people behind, and passed in front of them in a rush. "The head of the Seven Swords of Kongtong" Long Yi was the first to recognize Liu Yu, he relied on his master Yuhe Zhenren and all the junior disciples by his side, drew his sword and rushed out of the crowd, wanting to stop Liu Yu, "Boy, don't go!"

Liu Yu was stunned at first when he saw him rushing over, thinking that he was in a hurry, so he didn't want to entangle with him, and shouted: "Get out!"

Long Yi didn't expect him to be so ruthless, his heart trembled, and he subconsciously retreated, and his steps were sluggish. Just when he hesitated, Liu Yu had already passed by him, leaving a back in the distance. He stomped his foot in hatred, put his sword in his sheath, and felt ashamed of his unconscious weakness, and thought in his heart that he would take revenge on him one day, and he must earn back face in front of his master and all his disciples.

Liu Yu searched all the way along the bustling crowd on the bank of the river, only to see that there were fewer and fewer Han people in front of him, but more and more Hu people. From a distance, he saw a group of Tibetan Gelug monks in yellow robes and a group of Darur monks in red robes standing against each other in a wetland beneath the river beach.

The Gelug sect's grandmaster, Gendun Sanjay, didn't know where he had gone at the moment, leaving his disciples helplessly together, vigilantly looking at the people of the Darul sect not far away. And those Darur monks, led by Jimod and Happur, gathered around Master Nakhapa's stretcher, their faces solemn and tears in their eyes.

The Darul Sect Guru Nakhaba was lying unconscious on a stretcher, with only breath coming out of his nose and no breath coming in. At this moment, it is a good thing that the people of the Gelug faction do not come up to trouble them, where can they still take the initiative to attack.

Jimod was dipping a cotton cloth in the river water to wipe the blood from his face for his master, when he looked up and suddenly saw Liu Yu walking by. Although he was unfamiliar with the young man's face, he still recognized it from the clothes on his body, which was the servant of Li Bisheng's hero who had a fake beard before.

He was shocked for a moment, picked up the master from the stretcher, and turned around to escape. At this moment, Liu Yu's body flashed, and he was already in front of him. His face turned pale, and he slowly put the master Nakaba on his back back back on the stretcher, and said to Liu Yu: "If Your Excellency has any grievances, even if you come to me, the beginning of the matter is also because of me, please spare my master and his old man!"

He looked at Haple who was both hands on the side, this junior brother was so frightened by Liu Yu in front of him that his face was pale, and he didn't even dare to make a sound, where was there still a little bit of a master in the past. He sighed softly and stretched out his hands towards Liu Yu, "If Your Excellency is not at ease, you can deal with me like Li Bisheng treated my junior brother, and waste my hands." ”

When Liu Yu first saw Jimod, he only felt that this person was very arrogant and domineering, and he had great hostility towards the people of the Central Plains, but he did not expect that this person was such a loyal person to his master, so he had a good impression of him, and the hostility in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace like the water of the ebb tide.

He lowered his head and thought for a moment, waved his hand and said, "No need, you can take good care of your master." When Nakhapa wakes up, tell him that my grudge with him will be settled. ”

He thought in his heart that he wanted to find Li Jing as soon as possible so that he could be sure of her safety, so he walked away, and after walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something, took out two bottles of medicine powder from his arms, thought about it, and put one of the bottles of medicine back into his arms. (To be continued.) )