Fresh clothes and angry horses.

When he saw Meng Qingyi, Meng Qingyi was sitting on a horse with a deep gaze, and behind him, there were three horses waiting.

In front of the horse, there was a child wearing a cold suit in Moyutang holding the reins of the rope, not riding the dust, but leisurely.

Meng Qingyi said.

"Get on the horse. ”

He stepped on the stirrup and rolled over.

Meng Qingyi continued.

"Close your eyes and rest. ”

Of course he can understand Meng Qingyi's intentions.

Although Sang Molin is in the city, although he is only a few hundred steps, he still has to save his physical strength, so he moves forward on a horse;

He emptied his whole body, there was no more thought in his heart, and the wound in his chest seemed to be indifferent at this moment.

Then, it bumped shallowly with the horse's hooves.

Unconsciously, the horse fell dozens of steps before stopping.

Suddenly, there was a refreshing scent of tea between his noses.

In the desolate world, such a light taste was originally extremely imperceptible, which showed that his five senses had improved a lot at this time.

This is Lu Muqing's mansion, and Jian Ming lives in the mansion.

Lu Muqing entered the Ink Rain Hall early in the morning, leaving only the sword that was as straight as a steel spear to stand outside the mansion.

Obviously, Lu Muqing had also explained in advance, so the horse stopped, and Jian Ming was already quietly sitting on his back, and in an instant, his eyes were already down.

It's just that Jian Ming's body is still too tight, his fists are twisted, and the sword is in his fists.

The children who led the horses exchanged a few words with the attendants in Lu Muqing's mansion before they began to travel west again.

Wei Fengru lives in the west of the city.

Wei Fengru was originally a close confidant of Elder Wu, so he was not affiliated with any room, but his temperament was very temperamental to Du Bazhi, and after Elder Wu died, Du Bazhi immediately asked him to go. The two of them have a horizontal knife and a fierce axe, and they have been attacking the city and conquering the city over the years, and they are really like a storm.

When Wei Fengru is mentioned in the rivers and lakes, the tip of his heart will inevitably be tightened.

Wei Fengru wrinkled a pair of eagle eyes, snatched the reins of the horse from the hands of a disciple, wrapped the two long axes around the leather on the side of the horse, and then straddled the horse heavily, and the toes of his feet scratched on the horse's belly, and the little hooves waved forward, walking in front of people with great force, as if he was the leading general.

Meng Qingyi still had her eyes closed, but she couldn't help frowning.

At this time, he could even feel the soothing of other people's eyebrows.

He couldn't help but ask.

"Do you need to stop it?"

Meng Qingyi said.

"No, I don't. ”

Jian Ming also spoke, but he was still a little timid, obviously different from the awe-inspiring in front of the hall that day.

"What about the owner of the house?

Meng Qingyi smiled bitterly and said.

"This guy surnamed Du is different from us. ”

In the sky and on the ground, there was a sudden neighing of a stallion.

Now, the three of them were walking down a narrow stone street on the edge of the embankment, but behind them were fierce horses galloping.

He and Jian Ming couldn't bear it anymore, and they opened their eyes one after another, looking behind them.

Then I saw a white swift horse and Du Bazhi, dressed in a fiery red robe, like a torrent of rain and wind, jumped up from behind, and passed between the three of them, not stopping, but roaring.

"Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, too slow!"

Meng Qingyi shrugged her shoulders helplessly, and only Meng Qingyi was moved, and she could still stare her eyes.

Meng Qingyi continued.

"If the quiet rest makes us concentrate, then the stimulation makes the surname Du boil. ”

Under the Sang Mo forest, everyone who should have arrived has arrived.

Waiting for work with ease and conserving energy and physical strength, of course, is not only Meng Qingyi can think of it.

If there are five horses here, then the other party is sitting in a soft sedan chair with five good tops and walking in.

The cold light is like a hook, and the cold wind is like a knife.

Du Bazhi spread the reins of the horse, and then stood up steadily on the horse, a tiger blade stood horizontally in the air, facing the five people who were opening the sedan curtain, and said.

"It's not too early, which of you is on!. ”