On the fourth day, although Shang Lu's light skills were still not learned, he fell a lot, and his clothes were torn here and scraped there, and he was tossed alive by Bai Qian like a little begging for food. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Since he recognized Bai Qian's master wholeheartedly, he couldn't complain about anything. I want to learn some skills from him, and I can't lose my life in this dangerous world.

Fortunately, after throwing stones for a few days, his darts were getting more and more accurate.

But at noon that day, he even shot down a passing pigeon. This pigeon has a white body, smooth coat, and is smart and cute, and you can tell at a glance that it is domesticated.

Shang Lu picked up the pigeon he had hunted, and was so happy that he even jumped up to walk. He jumped up and down in front of Bai Qian to offer treasures, and showed his own pigeons.

Bai Qian's face was full of embarrassment that he wanted to say and stopped, and he paused for a while before saying: "This is a pigeon sent by someone else's family, so I wonder what kind of life-saving letter is it carrying." ”

As he spoke, he took the pigeon from Shang Lu's hand and took out the letter tied to the pigeon's leg.

This pigeon has a letter of help on its lap.

Bai Qian unfolded the note and handed it to Shang Lu to see, he had also learned a few words with Hui Jing in the past few years, and he still knew the word "come quickly" on the letter.

When I thought about it, I would delay the move of reinforcements because I killed a pigeon, and it was serious that I might lose several lives because of it. This responsibility was a bit too big, far beyond his bearing, so Shang Lu suddenly became anxious.

Anxiously pacing in place, frowning and thinking for a long time without coming up with any remedy. In the end, I had to ask Bai Qian for help.

Bai Qian saw him looking at himself pitifully, his watery eyes looked very pitiful, and he suddenly said compassionately: "It seems that the only way to save them is to save them." ”

Shang Lu was like a drowning man who had grabbed the last straw to save his life, and as soon as he was excited, he grabbed Bai Qian's arm and shook it vigorously, boasting in his heart that Bai Qian was finally a bit of a hero this time.

In Shang Lu's mind, Bai Qian's image has always been very tall, probably since the first time he met and he rescued himself, he has always set Bai Qian as the kind of chivalrous man who draws his sword to help him when he sees injustice on the road.

But in the past few days, in addition to growing taller, the whole person's behavior has nothing to do with the word "tall".

Even if Bai Qian repeatedly emphasized that he was just an idle person who walked the rivers and lakes, the least favorite thing in his life was to fight and kill people. It's not all the way to the kind of hero in the mouth of the storyteller, and it has never been able to change Shang Lu's preconceptions.

Seeing that Bai Qian was about to engage in a life-saving move that matched his identity as a hero, Shang Lu was even happier than when he was saved.

But although he said that he would save people, Bai Qian's body leaning against the trunk of the tree did not move at all.

Bai Qian had no intention of taking over the work of the pigeon, he had seen too much life and death in his life, and a heart had long become as cold and hard as the old ice, and it would not easily make waves again.

Shang Lu's expression when he looked at him in front of him was full of uneasy anticipation, and suddenly reminded him that three years ago, those people looked at him with expressions that seemed to be the same.

Bai Qian has not held a sword for many years. Three years ago, at the end of the war, he buried his sword on the side of the Shura battlefield along with a piece of his past.

The memory went back to the bloody year, only to find that there were very few things to remember.

He suddenly remembered the nameless lonely grave at the foot of the mountain, a simple wooden tablet without words, and not even a name or surname was left. There was a little girl from Xiliang buried in the grave, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old at that time, about the same age as Xiao Lu today.

He didn't have any real image of her, and even her face was vague in his memory, mainly because Xiao Ye warned everyone not to get too close to her.

Xiling Ye said that little girl, like a little princess of Xiliang, has a terrible witchcraft.

The memories were soon interrupted by Xiao Lu, who seemed to be a little angry, and asked Bai Qian: "Brother Bai, what do you mean by this?"

Bai Qian: "Well, it's not impossible to save people, the question is where do we go to save them?"

Shang Lu then remembered that the address was not written on the letter, so Bai Qian had been teasing him from the beginning, and he had never planned to save people in the past.

Bai Qian saw Xiao Lu standing aside angrily and ignored him. Guess he probably understood that he was just joking. I wasn't angry or in a hurry, I lifted my leg and continued to walk forward.

In the next moment, Shang Lu, who was sulking and refused to continue to follow Bai Qian, was vigorously pulled aside by Bai Qian. A stray arrow glowing with cold light flew swiftly past Xiao Lu and nailed straight to a large tree in front of him.

No matter how sluggish Shang Lu was, he still heard the crisp sound of arrows nailing into the trees and the sound of two groups of men and horses fighting closer and closer.

He suddenly had a feeling that the world under the mountain was really too dangerous, and that someone wanted to murder him.

Shang Lu himself is the kung fu of a three-legged cat, and it is estimated that he can barely defend himself if he fights in vain, and if he puts on a weapon, he will basically only be hacked to death by a random knife.

Although he himself has always felt that Bai Qian should be very powerful, he has only seen his first-class light skills so far, and he has never seen him fight with real knives and guns, so he really can't figure out his details.

Judging from the voices of people, it is estimated that there are at least dozens of people. After briefly judging the situation, Shang Lu hurriedly hid behind Bai Qian.

Bai Qian pulled him out again, looked at the young man with a look of disgust, and said, "What are you hiding, people are not interested in you." ”

"They're just passing through. Bai Qian continued to add.

"But, wasn't that arrow coming for us just now?" Shang Lu asked, pointing to the arrow on the tree.

Hakuzen: "That's where you stand in the way of the arrows." ”

Bai Qian stepped forward as he spoke, raised his hand and pulled out the feather arrow and looked at it. The arrowheads made of pig iron reflected a little harshly in the noon sun, and there seemed to be no poison in the cold white color.

These random arrows that deviated too far from the target did not have the slightest lethality to him, so the expression on his face was always calm.

The shouts of killing were not on their way either, and he still didn't intend to meddle with it.

So he greeted Xiao Lu: "Let's go, why don't you hurry up and leave this place?"

Shang Lu himself was still a little hesitant, but as soon as he saw that Bai Qian had already left, he immediately followed.