Now that Jian Ying has finally gotten rid of all tracking, as long as he can find a gap in Yeliang City, he will definitely be able to escape.

It's just that Jian Ming must not show that he is in a hurry, otherwise his hurried behavior will of course attract the attention of others.

What's more, it is now covered in the imprint of black water, and there is mud everywhere.

Jian Ming was calm.

For a young man who can be twenty, Jian Ming really has the qualifications to cultivate, no wonder He Jiefeng has always attached great importance to him, and Lu Muqing has always taken him with him.

In order not to attract attention, Jian Ying tried to stick to the wall as much as possible.

Of course, it is also because of the stabbing attacks he has done these days, and there are not many pedestrians who dare to walk on the street.

After walking for less than half an hour, Jian Ming had to hide in the stable.

Because there are people running in the streets.

In such a bitter cold wind, who will run except those who capture themselves!

Under the wind, the horses standing and sleeping were not at all wary of the intrusion of the sword.

Jian Ming looked around, there was a bright light and fire in the attic, and there was even a lot of hustle and bustle after drinking, but Jian Ming was only accompanied by the winter wind.

He found a bucket of water.

The water inside was supposed to be for the rest of the horses, but now it has become a clean water source for the sword.

Jian Ming carefully wiped his face, not only carefully, but also lightly, even a horse, Jian Ming was unwilling to wake up.

Jian Ming also unbuttoned his clothes slightly, and then smeared his body with the water over and over again. Probably a psychological shadow, Jian Ming always thought that he had never been cleaned.

After washing, I saw that he was not half naked, and quickly got into the pile of straw.

I thought I could bring some warmth to myself, but I found that every grass revealed ice.

The penniless Jian Ming could only grit his teeth and get through this dark night.

So, in order not to let his thoughts be too anxious from the cold, Jian Ming couldn't help but think of Lu Muqing's words again.

“...... You are different, you have to flee to the place where Fan Ru has stayed, leave a clue that you are the murderer, and then sneak away......"

Isn't this a betrayal of Confucianism?

Wouldn't this put Fan Ru in a situation from which he could never recover?

If Jian Ming knew that Fan Ru was dreaming sweetly on the hotbed of the small pavilion, he would know how unnecessary his worries were.

In fact, it was because of Jian Ming's youth, everything was based on his own concepts, and he didn't have time to scrutinize other people's thoughts and reactions.

Of course, Jian Ming didn't expect that it was because of the nocturnal black clothes he left behind, Chu Fei was shocked to break his mind, and he couldn't judge.

Jian Ming remembered that his body suddenly skyrocketed, and between breathing and breathing, he had already rushed to the front of a person who was holding the Quartet of the small pavilion, and the fast knife swept through his throat like the wind, and then blood was sprayed like music. Jian Ming even stretched out his hand to plug the man's mouth, so that the man's death was only quiet.

Thinking about it, Jian Ming couldn't sleep.

After all, there is a lot of blood, and in such a bitter cold, once you fall asleep, I am afraid that the spirit will also die.

There had been scattered snow in the morning, and I didn't expect it to fall again at this time.

First it was few, and then it was like goose feathers.

Jian Ming gasped, and white air curled.

If you continue like this, you will freeze to death.

But the sword can't move yet, and if it moves, it will cause a commotion.

It's night, of course, but it's still too early.

Only when the night has completely sunk can the sword be able to move again.

Will the sword be able to survive it?