Tonight's paved road is very slippery.

Slippery roads, not suitable for horse-drawn carriages.

But the brown carriage that drove into Pingshui County was still moving in a hurry.

Four fast horses galloped around him, and the riders on them were all covered with robes, as if they were wanted by a thief from the ocean. But since this carriage can pass through the city pass and enter Pingshui County, it should be a righteous gentleman who has passed the paperwork.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted slightly, and a soft, slightly immature female voice floated out of it.

"Uncle Hu, where have we been?"

The coachman of the carriage turned his face sideways, so that people could see his slightly pale mustache, "Miss, I have only arrived in Pingshui, and there are still hundreds of miles away from Lanting." ”

"Ah, did you just get to Pingshui?"

"Didn't we just set off from Yongyang half an hour ago? ”

“...... Well. ”

The carriage turned around the corner and came to the wide square avenue in Pingshui City.

"What's wrong, miss?"

“...... Uncle Hu, I have some bad premonitions. The voice in the carriage paused, and said softly, "Qi is ...... The breath was trembling. ”

The coachman was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned around and shouted at the four horsemen beside the carriage, "True, you, he, and Wei!

The four rode close to the carriage and looked around.

It was pitch black and silent.

The rider in front of the left sighed, "Uncle Hu, even if you let us be careful!

Before the words fell, only a 'poof-' sound, the rider suddenly fell off the horse, rolled several times in a row, and was speechless.

"Yoo!"

The rider in the left rear shouted loudly, and was about to step forward, when he saw a cold light shoot through the air and pierce into the head of the horse on which he was sitting.

The horse that had been shot by the crossbow arrow screamed and threw him out.

Seeing this, the coachman was suddenly stunned, and immediately whipped his horse angrily, and shouted at the two riders beside him who wanted to come forward to rescue his companions, "He! Wei! Leave the two of them alone! Get out of the way! We must rush to the city pass! There is a patrol there!"

The two riders hesitated, nodded immediately, side by side, left and right, and accelerated ahead of the carriage.

Suddenly, a tripping rope was pulled up from the dark road, and the two horses were caught off guard, and their heads fell to the ground, and they did not move.

Seeing that the two horses fell, the coachman hurriedly pulled the reins and stopped urgently—but the carriage still tilted due to inertia and fell forward.

In the carriage, there was a cry of pain.

Before the dust settled, the bleeding old coachman immediately got up, jumped onto the overturned carriage, opened the door, and reached in, "Miss!

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

She clutched her dizzy head weakly, stretched out her slender arm, and grabbed the old coachman.

The old coachman took a light breath and pulled him out of the carriage.

Under the moonlight, she stood there with her eyebrows and apricot eyes, her skin as white as snow, her hair like clouds, and a pale pink light veil wrapped around her body, blowing lightly in the wind.

Like a celestial man.

She rubbed her head lightly, bit her thin red lips, and looked up at the old coachman in front of her: "Uncle Hu......"

"Don't be afraid, miss, there's an old man here. ”

The old coachman breathed deeply, his eyes glowed, and the cloth on his body swayed, and then his body seemed to be wrapped in a faint white mist.

He turned around, looked at the man with a gun who was standing in the middle of the road at some point, and said in a shocking voice: "Yin family child, quickly retreat!"

The man was stunned at first, and then couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh a few times, "Shangshan, you listen." This old man told Young Master Ben to get out of the way!"

I saw a delicate girl holding a yellow-shouldered crossbow in both hands slowly walked out of the shadows and stood beside the man, "Young Master, why don't we let us?"

"Oh?"

"What's the point of hitting a dumb target standing still?" said the handsome girl named Shangshan with a smile, "Let them run, and I can shoot." ”

The man with the spear first raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then shook his head, "Alas, I really don't know why Grandpa wants to give you the name 'Shangshan'." ”

The girl smirked, took out a crossbow arrow from the bag on her waist, and easily pulled the bow and loaded the arrow, "Young master, do you really want to know?"

“...... No. ”

The man shrugged and smiled, flicked the red tasseled ash gun, and raised his chin at the old coachman and girl not far away, "Old man!

The old coachman was slightly stunned, only to find that there were five black-clad masked men with cold blades standing around him - several of them, the short knives in their hands had been dyed red, and they should have completely finished off the four riders who had just fallen to the ground.

"Heh, are you even dispatched by the dead......

The old coachman frowned tightly, and a drop of cold sweat dripped down his pale sideburns. He turned slightly to look at her, who was clutching his right arm tightly and biting her lip. His face was pale because of fear, but the appearance of hard work was even more moving.

Seeing this, the man with the gun blinked slightly and muttered in a low voice, "Although I heard what Grandpa said, that woman is really good-looking." I don't think it's better than those four beauties—"

The beautiful girl kicked him hard.

The man staggered a few steps, turned back and laughed awkwardly.

Then he turned to look at the old coachman who was guarding the woman, and continued, "Old man, I advise you not to think about waiting for someone from the government to come and help!

The old coachman snorted coldly, "Who said that the old man wants someone to help?

"Heh! What a breath! You don't always brush your teeth, do you?"

"Son!

"Okay, I wanted you to have a happier walk. The man with the gun sighed softly, straightened his back, and blinked, "Otherwise, old man." If you can take three shots from me, I will really let you and her leave, and never let go of cold arrows, what do you think?"

Hearing this, the old coachman stretched his brows slightly, but then frowned, "Is this true?"

The man laughed, stepped forward with his left foot, put a gun behind him with his right arm, and put on a posture, "Meng Yue Yin's family has always been a man of his word!"

"Good. Then let the old man come to meet you in this future life. ”

The old coachman bowed slightly, and was about to get up, but suddenly the girl next to him pulled his sleeve.

The girl bit her red lip, tears rolled in her eyes, and shook her head desperately, "Don't go." ”

The old coachman reached out and patted her on the head, brushing the raindrops off her black hair for her, and smiled wordlessly.

Then, the figure burst out.

The man narrowed his eyes at the white thunder that was hurtling towards him.

'Huh, don't you take my three shots, but take the initiative to give me three punches?hehehe, this old man...... Think beautiful!'

He glared angrily, and a bright light lit up in his pupils, and his right foot immediately stepped forward, and the spear swung out, drawing a half-arc in front of him. The next moment, the ground under the half-arc seemed to be under the weight of a thousand catties, and suddenly shattered, forming a chasm.

Seeing this, the old coachman's figure suddenly stopped, and instead of passing straight over the chasm, he suddenly changed direction, circled half a circle along the chasm, and rushed to the man's right hand, threatening to sneak up on his defenseless right waist.

The man smiled lightly, did not panic and turned to meet the enemy, but turned slightly sideways, and swung the spear under the left rib with his right hand, and when the spear pointed at the head of the coachman, it was a rapid stab.

The old coachman frowned tightly, and quickly turned his head to dodge, so that the spear only passed his face, and scratched a blood mark that was not deep. Immediately after, he shouted angrily, clenched his right hand into a fist, and slammed into the man's left waist.

When the white fist was only a millimeter away from the man's left waist, a majestic force suddenly pressed on his shoulder, causing him to kneel on the ground with a thud.

The old coachman coughed up a mouthful of blood, slowly turned his head with difficulty, glanced at the red tasseled ash gun that pressed on his left shoulder, looked at the man with the gun in front of him, and muttered to himself: "Just flipping your wrist, you already have such terrifying courage......?

"Heh, old man, are you not good at learning?" the man sighed lightly, turned around, patted him lightly on the shoulder with the ash gun, and said with a smile, "The so-called sevenfold qi control method, you have lived so old, why do you only have the second 'pure white as paper'?"

Every time he tapped the old coachman on the shoulder with his spear, the cloth on the old coachman's chest turned red by three points, and the paved stone road under the old coachman's knee became three more cracks.

When the man slapped his spear on the old coachman's shoulder for the seventh time, the old coachman spat out a mouthful of blood, and the paved road under his knees cracked.

"Uncle Hu!"

The girl in the distance cried out desolate and ran quickly.

"Uncle Hu, don't go, don't leave me, don't go!"

With a gesture from the beautiful girl, two black-clothed dead men rushed forward, one by one, and pressed the slender and weak girl to the ground.

"Hey, hey......" The man with the gun turned his face sideways and frowned, "You don't have to be so cruel to a weak woman who can't do anything, do you......?

"Young master, what are you talking nonsense?" The beautiful girl stepped forward and threw him a meaningful look: "They are dead soldiers, how can they have the same feelings?"

The man with the gun shrugged his shoulders and smiled helplessly, "That's right." ”

He looked down at the old coachman in front of him who was already dying, but still insisted on kneeling and not falling, sighed lightly, lifted the ash gun, and put it on his shoulder, "Shangshan, let's go." ”

The beautiful girl blinked and glanced at the old coachman covered in rain and blood, "Do you want to stay alive?"

"He doesn't have long to live...... And I'm not a dead man. The young man shook his head, shook off the raindrops from his hair, and straightened his back, "Grandpa's order is to bring the girl back, then we can take it back and go." ”

Shangshan pouted, as if he was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't talk to Childe. After all, although Childe is very talkative, she is just a maid beside Childe, and she must make her position clear after all.

She kept up with him, from one behind the other, to walking side by side.

That might be enough.

She raised the corners of her mouth contentedly, not noticing that his feet stopped.

When she came back to her senses, Childe was already standing behind him.

"Superior, Superior ......"

His voice was full of surprise and nervousness.

She was slightly stunned and turned away.

It's about twenty meters away.

In the rain curtain, he was dressed in a white shirt and held a white oil-paper umbrella.