Ahh

King Shura sneezed and said to himself, "Who is speaking ill of me behind my back?"

"King Shura, the mountains have been cold and humid lately, are you sick?" one of King Shura's subordinates asked anxiously.

King Shura was sitting in the office hall right now, the door open to the outside, as if welcoming people all the time. However, it was the pollen-carrying wind outside the house that arrived before the people.

He was clad in the thin gray fur of an unknown animal, and at this point his shawl drooped, and he tugged it up with one hand. In front of him was a solid wooden square table about a foot long, and in one corner of the table were some ancient books and classics, as well as sectarian newspapers waiting for him to review. Today is the first day of the new month, and it is the day when the various secret branches of the sect report the situation, so there are a lot of reports, stacked in several layers, but he doesn't care about it at all, and let them accumulate more and more.

Near him was a steaming teacup, and a few tea leaves and flowers floated on the tender green water, and he was not thirsty, so he ignored it. He held a pen in his hand and was reaching into the black inkstone, and after a few dips in the ink, the tip of the pen scraped repeatedly on the edge of the inkstone, and the ink overflowed and flowed along the inkstone to the table.

The man who served him was a young man, neatly dressed, bent over, and in front of him, flicked a piece of papyrus.

Ahh

King Shura sneezed again, covering his mouth and nose, leaving some spit in his palm, and in the midst of fierce shaking, the ink on the tip of the pen splashed onto the straw paper, forming thin branches.

"King Shura, why don't you rest, and I'll help you write a letter to the eldest prince?" said his subordinate.

"Letter, by myself!" King Shura took the handkerchief on the table and wiped his hands, "People who have come down the mountain, is there any news?"

"This was two hours ago. The subordinate said, "According to your orders, we have mobilized the mountain, and almost all of us have searched for the whereabouts of Miss Luoluo, they have only seen her traces in the city of Xiaoliu under the mountain, as for the back... , you know it. ”

"This little girl has a problem for me. King Shura shook his head, "Since she bought a man's clothes, she must be dressed as a man." Tell the people down the mountain to follow the main road all the way to the Central Plains, especially the route to Stone Town, Dongqiu and other places, and pay attention to young and handsome men. King Shura moved his back to the back of his chair and leaned in for a moment with his eyes squinted, as if he was thinking about something.

After the subordinates received the order, they went to do the errands.

The Demon Flame Sect has a set of rules and procedures, especially the orders issued by high-level officials like the Shura King, which need to be passed down from level to level. However, this time, King Shura directly canceled the relevant process, and anything related to Qiu Luoluo could be reported directly, and all the assistants he sent out were right-hand men.

After taking a nap for a while, King Shura opened his eyes, crumpled the waste paper in front of him, bounced a piece of paper again, dipped the pen in ink, and began to write quickly.

Qiu Dingxian's nephew:

Since you came down from the mountain, the monarch has been in retreat, and I don't know when I will leave the customs, and I will handle all the affairs of the church, big and small. Fortunately, everything is business as usual, and you are outside, but you can rest easy. It is a big matter to chase traitors, and it is a very important battle for our sect to enter the Central Plains, and if it fails, it will damage the prestige of our sect. The story is about reputation, not to be underestimated, and I hope to go all out. If necessary, tell me as much as you need, and I am teaching as if I were by your side.

To sum up, Shura is sure that Childe must focus on the overall situation. However, tonight, Miss Luo Luo left Xiaoxian to ascend to the peak, and her whereabouts are unknown, I will not hide it, so I hereby inform you. As far as I can guess, she is likely to go to you, and I have sent my forces to recover her, remembering that Lolo is gifted and intelligent, and defeat is inevitable. I need your help, assign a small number of men, and I will search for it at both ends, and if I find Lolo, I must persuade him to return.

Hopefully, everything will go smoothly and the mountains will be fine.

Shura

King Shura wrote the letter, held it in the palm of his hand and observed it repeatedly, found that there was nothing wrong with the words, and then dried the ink, folded it, put it in an envelope, and finally wrote a few words that Qiu Ding's nephew personally revealed.

He summoned his men who were waiting outside the hall and said, "Send this letter to the eldest prince as soon as possible." ”

"Yes!"

"Remember, during the period of the monarch's retreat, the garrison outside the cave of the gods was strengthened, and no one was allowed to disturb it. After the king finished speaking, he yawned, took off his fur shawl, and looked out the window at the rising sun, from here, the red sun seemed to hang like a persimmon hanging on the distant peak, revealing a mouth-watering temptation, and he walked out of the house, along the path, to the east.

To the east of Xiaoxian's summit is a sparsely populated mountain, and to get here, mortals need to walk for three or four hours, while King Shura only needs a stick of incense to fly the eaves and walk the wall.

There is a natural cliff here, steep and straight, and the bottom of the mountain is rushing water, so it can be called a natural danger barrier. The guards are very little invested, so it's quiet compared to other places, and it's a place he likes to come to.

In the meantime, he had an extra pot of non-strong sake in his hand, and sat comfortably on a large cyan stone, tilting his head up and drinking.

The moss grows around the boulder, exuding the smell of the wilderness.

The evening of Xiaoxian's ascent to the peak came quickly, and the Shura King had just taken a few sips, when the sun sank to the bottom of the mountain in a blink of an eye, and the moon dominated the sky, and the moonlight was still pale at first, and it was projected in front of the bluestone, a clearing with few weeds, fireflies were dancing in the dense grass around them, and the crickets were singing, and the wind hit the cliff headlong and let out a slight moan. King Shura put down the flask, jumped off the bluestone, and casually played a set of slow punches in the clearing, but he didn't realize that an hour had passed, and when he was sweating profusely, he suddenly became physically and mentally melancholy.

Looking up at the night sky, the stars seemed to be talking to each other, and he muttered to himself: "King of the Broken Army, my old fellow, today is the first day of the ninth month of the year, if you don't die, you are already forty years old, right?"

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Qiu Luoluo said that the battlefield situation, as she expected, the caravan's counterattack caught the robbers off guard, and the two sides clashed, and the robber group returned home. They probably didn't expect that a group of ordinary people plus a dozen guards would dare to rush so violently, and all of a sudden, the formation was in chaos, losing some personnel, and the scene once gave the caravan the upper hand.

But this is only an immediate victory, and the battle is not over. The commander of the caravan, probably forgot, was a group of robbers who came prepared, and their goal was very clear, not to get the goods, and they would not give up.

Having suffered defeat, the robbers plucked up their courage and rode up, and their men readjusted, first away from the caravan, then at a safe distance, and then mobilized a group of men from the woods to assemble on the spot.

The beating of the drums in the woods stopped for a while, then intensified again, which seemed to be the command signal of the bandits. They quickly assembled on both sides of the dense forest, and the caravan men rushed halfway to the edge of the woods, and retreated like a tide.

"Longxiang, avoid the battle!"

The men of the caravan returned to their original state, and they returned to the defensive circle of wagons and goods, and assembled on standby.

The formation of the robbers had already been formed, and the commanders learned from the painful experience and adjusted the offensive strategy in time.

This time, the people in the woods on the left stood still, and the people in the woods on the right were ready to move, which seemed to be a feint. At the same time, among the robbers, there were more longbow archers, who were armed with crudely homemade curved bows, and were on one knee and half on the ground, and their arrows were on the strings, but they did not fire.

It is not difficult for Qiu Luoluo to find the leader of the bandit group in the crowd and the harsh sun, because this kind of person is often born with a special temperament, which is like a smell, and this one of the robbers is a nasty smell.

The leader of the robbers, a fat man, had no hair on his head, wore a leather armor, wore a bronze mirror with a heartguard, wrapped a circle of arm guards around his arm, held a long knife in his hand, and the handle of the knife was deeply inserted into the grass, standing on a high ground at this time, as he made an offensive gesture, the robbers on the right side, lined up, slowly marched towards the caravan, the number exceeded forty.

"Childe!" Xiao Yanque asked, "Do we have to wait here until they finish fighting before leaving?"

"No, it's over soon. Qiu Luoluo condensed.

"So who's going to win?"

"Caravan. ”

"How can you see that?" Xiao Yanque observed the dynamics on the battlefield and analyzed by himself: "In the first wave of attacks, although the robbers were repulsed, they lost only seven or eight people. The caravan, of course, won, but lost more than a dozen men. And in this second wave of attacks, the robbers have bows and arrows, they have planned, their numbers have increased, and they are not as reckless as the first one, and I see that the caravan is not far from collapsing. ”

"Collapse, non-existent!" Qiu Luoluo smiled: "Because Miss Ben, I don't agree!"