Jing Meng crouched on the ground and touched the rut marks on the road, then looked at the Soul Chaser Luo in his hand, and said with a somewhat gloomy face: "This direction is right. ”

Huahua was also lying on her stomach, and after a while, she sniffed as if she had found something, and suddenly her body flew straight forward at a distance of more than ten meters, and her body was attached to the ground.

Seeing this, Jing Meng hurriedly rushed up and asked, "Did you find anything?"

Huahua carried the flower stem, stared at the ground, her face was faintly pale, and she said in a loud voice: "Blood.... , Dad, this is Uncle Xiaogang's blood. ”

Jing Meng's complexion changed, his body hurriedly fell down, stared at the ground and saw a faint redness, his hand twisted the soil on the ground and sniffed it, his eyes quickly scanned the ground, it turned out that there was more than one place, and there were dots along the way.

Jing Mengshen's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he saw....

Xiao Gang was imprisoned in a cart.

Blood gushed out from the wound on Xiao Gang's shoulder little by little.

It was even more as if he heard the Linggu disciples who escorted Xiao Gang verbally insulting him and beating him with sticks, his fists clenched subconsciously gurgling, and he said coldly: "Xiao Gang, don't panic, brother, I'll come." ”

As he spoke, he scooped Huahua up from the ground, unfolded the moon light footwork, and hurriedly chased after it according to the guidance of Soul Chaser.

Passing through the village and passing through the store, Jing Meng inquired carefully, and already knew from some enthusiastic people that the two people who escorted Xiao Gang were driving a big car covered with black cloth and passed by here about last night.

It was dark in the wilderness.

Jing Meng didn't care about resting.

The east is white to see the sky, and the sun hangs high.

After inquiring, I heard an old man who was farming in the field say that about three or four hours ago, a big car passed by, and Jing Meng thanked him again and again, and hurriedly chased after him into the distance.

The hard work paid off, just when it was dark, he could see a big car covered with black cloth in the distance, and the blood stains on the ground were still congealing, which was more obvious than yesterday, who were they if it wasn't Xiao Gang.

Immediately lifted the Ruyi sword and wanted to do it.

But Jing Mengcheng was able to take a few steps out and stopped, took a deep breath and turned into the jungle beside him, watched the cart leave, and said softly: "Gangzi, don't worry, I'll come tonight." ”

People must have self-knowledge, just when they were lifting their qi just now, they did find that the breath in their muscles and bones was weak, and they chased all the way, without rest for a few days, and their Dao power had already lost quite seriously, if they rushed up to fight with the disciples of Linggu at this moment, I am afraid that they would not be able to get any benefits.

Saying that it was already dark, they must not have been able to go far, so they immediately found a tree and rested among the dense leaves.

Tired.

Sweet dreams.

It's so tired and makes good dreams.

But helplessly, now is not the time to sleep, Jing Meng jumped down from the tree after sleeping for about three hours, and looked inside himself, although his Dao power was still not fully recovered, but he was much better than just now, and he pounced into the distance.

After a while, the exercises faintly saw a corner of the house between the thick shade of the trees, and I was a little happy in my heart, so I hurriedly approached and hid in a tree, which turned out to be an inn.

Turning his eyes, he found that the cart escorting Xiao Gang was lying quietly in the courtyard, and there was no one around to guard it, so he couldn't help but feel a trace of excitement on his face, and whispered: "God help me." ”

But at this time, Huahua's voice did sound, and said, "Dad, be careful, there seem to be a lot of strong people in that house." ”

Jing Meng glanced at Huahua approvingly, and said, "Don't worry, Huahua, we'll wait for them to fall asleep before touching it." Huahua nodded heavily, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

"Hehe..."

Jing Meng smiled and touched her forehead dotingly, and her eyes slowly closed, she didn't dare to fall asleep at this time, she was closing her eyes to recuperate, begging for a successful blow, and it was best to come out of Gangzi silently.

Wait for everything to be quiet.

Wait for the insects to sing and dance.

Waiting for the moon to sink into the sky faintly faintly light, this time is just right, at this time few people will get up, Jing Meng carefully slipped down the tree, the light dragon armor transformed into the same color as the surrounding environment, and slowly approached the inn.

Sure enough, although there were two people guarding the door of the inn, they were all leaning on the door panel and napping, Jing Meng glanced at them and climbed over the wall.

All the way to the wall.

Slowly and slowly under your feet.

The cart was ten steps away, and even drops of blood could be seen seeping out from the board, but Jing Meng really didn't dare to act rashly, and looked around carefully.

There was no sound except for the faint snoring.

"Whew..."

Taking a deep breath, the luck under his feet was about to rush out of the shadows, but suddenly there was a squeak at the door, and the frightened Jing Meng hurriedly retracted his steps, and his heart was pounding.

I saw the two people in the house walk out, seeing that they were indeed Linggu disciples, they came to the cart, lifted the curtain and glanced at Xiao Gang inside, sneered, and actually climbed into the cart and left.

Jing Meng's face was cold, but he had no choice but to carefully climb over the wall and hang all the way behind the cart.

Vaguely, the two of Linggu yawned constantly, only to hear one of them complain: "Brother, what are you talking about, our dignified disciples are indeed going to do masked things." ”

"Hey, who said no," the other person said angrily: "You said that our senior brother is really, the prince of Xi and Guo, will you be worried about having no money? ”

"Haha..."

The two of them laughed lewdly.

Every word you say and what I say is some obscene nonsense.

Jing Meng relied on the miracle of the light dragon armor, hiding between the leaves and trees, shuttling all the way to the point that he was not discovered, and walked for about half an hour, the sky was not completely bright, not far ahead, a dozen biao-shaped men were lined up with bright steel knives in their hands, and a carriage was also parked behind them, and the disciples of Linggu lifted the Taidao and drove the cart over.

A big man with a fierce face walked out, laughed, and clenched his fists: "But a friend from afar?"

The Linggu disciple glanced at him with disdain, and casually clasped his fists and saluted: "Wrong, we are from the water....."

Jing Meng looked stunned, thinking that they were going to tear their faces, but it turned out that the big man laughed and stuck the knife in his hand into the ground, and the originally tense faces of the big men behind him slowly relaxed, it turned out that they were talking to the code.

The big man bowed down and said to the Linggu disciples, "Please wait here, two, I'll go and invite Elder Liu." ”

There was no need for the big man to ask, an old man with a goatee and a goat's beard had already come down from the carriage, shaking his steps as if he was about to fall, and the big man hurriedly caught up and supported him carefully.

But when the Linggu disciples saw that it was such a figure, they looked at each other with amusement, and they didn't salute, and stood aside to let Liu Lao walk over.

The big man carefully lifted the corner of the carriage curtain, Liu Lao looked in, and immediately his originally sluggish eyes shone brightly, and a little smile appeared on his face, nodding vigorously, and kept saying: "Not bad, not bad, it's a good thing," he turned around and said to the two Linggu disciples, "How much does the honorable guest offer?"

"Hehe..."

The Linggu disciples glanced at each other, the corners of their mouths rose, and they said coldly: "One hundred thousand taels of gold cannot be missing." ”

Hearing this, the corners of the big man's mouth twitched, and he was about to speak, but Liu Lao had already taken the lead in speaking, and said, "If you want it, if you want it, you should give it." ”

This time it was the turn of the Linggu disciple to be stunned, he couldn't imagine that an old guy would agree so happily.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Your master has believed me, and I will give the money." The Linggu disciple snorted, his face gloomy and he was about to turn around and leave, but Liu Lao suddenly said, "The two of you are slow. ”

The Linggu disciple was startled, his right hand hurriedly grabbed the hilt of the knife, and said with a wary expression, "What do you want to do?"

"Hehe..."

Liu Lao smiled kindly, and said: "The two of you come from so far away, how can you let you return empty-handed, Ah Fu will appreciate it." ”

"Yes," the fierce-faced man took out two cloth bags, bowed down and held them with both hands in front of the Linggu disciples.

"Hey, hey.... Suddenly, the two buddies laughed, grabbed the cloth bag with one hand, and their eyes poked in, and suddenly their faces turned yellow, and their excitement was burning, and they hurriedly put away the cloth bag, and their expressions turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and they bowed and saluted: "What are you doing here, Liu Lao, we are just running errands." ”

Liu Lao said with a smile: "It should be, it should be." ”

The Linggu disciple's face was full of excitement, and he bowed again, and said, "Elder Liu doesn't need to send it, our brothers are gone," he said with a roar in his mouth, only to see a huge goshawk rushing down from the sky, and the two of them turned over and disappeared into the sky immediately.

'Heh,' I didn't think they still had such a hand, and I didn't act rashly.

"Dad, these two people won't live for ten days," Huahua said as she looked at the direction in which the disciples of the Spirit Valley in the air had disappeared.

Jing Meng's voice was happy, and when he glanced at Liu Lao, he was full of vigilance, this old guy had to be careful, and asked in a low voice: "What about Liu Lao's cultivation?"

"Ahh , he didn't cultivate. ”