Zhang Baoding carried a wooden sword on his back, led an old ox in his hand, and walked on the grass that had just sprouted.

The sun rises and sets, the breeze blows, and then the soft moonlight falls.

After going down the mountain, he has already experienced this process three times, the days are light and boring, and he has walked so slowly, Uncle Zhang Zhang has not yet followed.

It's not that he's worried, there are only a handful of people in this world who can hurt Uncle Xiao, he's just too boring.

If he could, he really wanted to fly directly to Zhongzhou.

It's a pity that the wooden sword is too narrow, and he himself is already stretched thin when he stands on it, not to mention an old scalper?

Thinking of this, Zhang Baoding sighed, stretched out his hand to caress the bull's head, and said with a wry smile: "Zhang Tieniu, Zhang Tieniu, you said, your seniority on the mountain is not too small, why can't you be a sword all day long?"

The old scalper mooed and rubbed Zhang Baoding's robe with his horn, as if responding to his question.

Zhang Tieniu is the name of this old scalper, and he is also Zhang Baoding's personal disciple.

Zhang Baoding is Zhang Yuanzhi's disciple, if you count the seniority, the latest generation of disciples on the mountain is three generations younger than him, so the seniority of Zhang Tieniu's animal has also increased.

The first time Zhang Baoding met Zhang Tieniu was seventeen years ago.

When he was five years old, he was favored by Zhang Yuanzhi, who had traveled in the world, and was accepted as a disciple.

When he went up the mountain, he used the money given to him by his family to buy an incomparably strong ox in the market, that is, Zhang Tieniu.

Coincidentally, Zhang Tieniu was also five years old that year, one person and one cow, eating together on the mountain all day long, watching the stars together, listening to the master's lectures together, stealing the elixir refined by the master, and then having diarrhea together, so they spent seventeen years together.

Compared with Zhang Baoding, who is in his youth, Zhang Tieniu is already very old, and in addition to shopping around with Zhang Baoding all day long, the rest is eating grass and sleeping.

A cow can live for about twenty or thirty years, although I don't know what is the difference between a cow that has listened to countless Taoist scriptures and eaten countless good and bad pills is different from ordinary cattle, but Zhang Baoding always hopes that Zhang Tieniu can live longer.

The sun was about to set again, Zhang Baoding sighed again, according to their speed, it would be at least half a month before they arrived in Zhongzhou.

The sunset is always solemn and solemn.

There may be differences in people's status, but under this sun, they are always equal.

Under the same sun, Li Wenshuo stopped and stood, opened his eyes to look at the dirt slope in the distance, and the corners of his mouth hooked a slight arc.

After searching for so long along the thin line of silver, he finally found the place he was looking for.

There were two or three hundred men and two or three hundred horses behind the slope, and it was a group of horse thieves, and when the army came to come, they galloped across this wasteland, wantonly and arrogantly living a life of robbing and being robbed.

However, now that the war has begun, they have disappeared, and they know very well that no one will have a good impression of them, whether it is the army of the Central Plains or the barbarians of the steppe.

However, even when the horse thieves were at their most rampant, a team of two or three hundred people could be regarded as a top-level horse thief group.

Li Wenshuo sneered, held the scabbard in his left hand, and walked over facing the sun.

He really didn't expect that a character like Chu He would hide in a dirty and chaotic den of horse thieves, so why did he let himself come here, it was a trap?

Li Wenshuo was almost sure of this, but he still continued to walk forward, still not feeling the position of Chu He, the other party was well hidden, so what is there here?

The restless curiosity was almost irrepressible.

It was getting dark.

Li Wenshuo climbed the dirt slope, only to find that behind the unsightly dirt slope was a blue lake, surrounded by green meadows.

Slightly stunned, he stretched out his hand, only to find that the wind blowing from the back of the dirt slope was warm, and the body on the other side of the dirt slope was still very cold, which was very magical.

There were more than a dozen fires of all sizes below, and the horse thieves shouted at each other, carrying the spirits of the big altar in their hands, and roasting whole pigs and sheep on the fire.

Li Wenshuo sat down on the spot, his eyes swept over the crowd, one by one, and he didn't see a single monk, nor did he see any character who looked very similar to Chu He.

And by this time, the thread on the silver had disappeared.

But he was not in a hurry, he sat quietly on the dirt slope, hiding his breath, his breathing slowed, his heart beat slower, and he let the breeze blow through his body, like a stone, and no one noticed him.

He believed that even a master of the Army Breaking Realm would not have been able to notice him at all if he hadn't sat across from him and stared at him.

He felt like he could take a gamble.

If it is discovered, then the situation is at most the same as before, if it is not discovered, then maybe the roles of the prey and the hunter can be reversed, not to mention, they have never intended to be treated as prey.

What kind of person is this Chu River, what kind of person is this martial arts alliance, what purpose does it have, and all of this is almost coming to the surface when Chu River intervenes in this big war.

The moon came out late, just like a fairy waiting for the audience to calm down, the earth was covered with a silver veil, and the horse thieves below were still laughing and laughing, I really don't know where they got so much energy.

After observing for a full hour, Li Wenshuo still didn't find the figure of Chu He, but he also saw some doorways.

These horse thieves, led by a bald man with a scorpion tattoo on his face, made a big knife to cut bones, sat shirtless in front of the fire, and hung a ** girl on his body, drinking wine with one hand, and reaching into the woman's clothes with the other hand, laughing insolently.

After confirming that this guy was indeed not Chu He, Li Wenshuo never looked at him again, just a horse thief, not in his eyes at all.

When you come to the wasteland, you have to abide by the rules here, the strong live, the weak die, cruel and distinct, full of a sacred beauty.

Then his suspicions were reduced to three.

One looks quite conspicuous, and in this group of five big and three thick horse thieves, he is also dressed as a Confucian student, born white and pure, with a sword on his back, and a beautiful woman in his arms.

And looking at the horse thieves around him, he was very respectful, and when he was drinking, someone took the initiative to send him over, and then immediately retreated, not daring to disturb him in the slightest.

But since Chu He wants to hide his identity, standing out from the crowd is too stupid, but it may not be the enemy's strategy.

There was also a lean man, who looked obscene, but he was not very gregarious, and he did not drink, but hid in a gloomy corner with a piece of meat, and ate quietly, and the rest of the horse thieves often snorted with disdain when they saw him, or directly cast a disdainful look.

These two people are two different extremes.

The third person was sitting opposite the bald leader, with two nine-ring broadswords resting beside him, dressed in a strong suit, with a thin body, and his hair tied up with straw ropes, compared with the horse thieves around him, he looked like a chivalrous man in the Central Plains.

And it can be seen that this man must have just joined this gang of horse thieves.

The three of them are suspicious, and Li Wenshuo does not dare to take it lightly, since Chu He can be a young man or a monk, then he can be anyone, and he may even be a woman.

In Li Wenshuo's eyes, Chu He seems to have become a master of changing hidden aura and top-level disguise.