In the early morning, the mountains are still shrouded in perennial clouds and mist to the outside world. The occasional sound of insects and birds flapping their wings in the woods adds a touch of seclusion to the mountain.

A fresh breeze blew in the mountains, with the smell of flowers and leaves, blowing into the small courtyard eroded by the years, blowing into Menghan's sleep, suddenly feeling a cold, Menghan opened his big eyes with difficulty, and there was still a trace of flushing on his delicate face. With his immature hands, he rubbed his goosebumpy arms and exhaled. Thinking that today was a monthly market, and the book house was off for two days, Menghan felt very excited, so he quickly washed up, and hurriedly ran to the old gentleman.

When the dream came, the old gentleman was still leaning back on the chaise longue as usual, holding a book in his hand. Looking at the impatient look on the delicate little face that was full of excitement, the old gentleman shook his head with a smile, looked at the small bamboo slip hanging on Menghan's waist, stroked his beard, and showed a loving look. "Hehe, I can't wait, boy!" said the gentleman with a laugh. Meng Han didn't answer, but his little face turned even redder, "Hehe, let's go down the mountain, if you don't leave, you have to find the old man desperately" After Mr. finished speaking, he got up and walked outside, Meng Han hurriedly followed, and walked down the mountain with a bamboo basket on his back as usual.

Every time he goes down the mountain, Menghan marvels at the magic of the mountain, which is like spring all year round, which is incompatible with the outside world at this time. Ever since he had learned the technique, Meng Han knew that this was a great formation, arranged for a great power of the Legalist family. As for the purpose, he doesn't know. The road leading to the town ahead had snowed heavily overnight, and the snow had not yet completely melted in the early sun. Meng Han excitedly stepped forward and grabbed a handful of snow, pinched it into a ball and threw it into the distance, startling a few birds foraging on the snow. Qingxiu's little face suddenly turned red from the cold, but Meng Han didn't care about it, and continued to play while walking, and the old gentleman followed with a smile.

The town at the foot of the mountain is located in the south of the dynasty, and it is inconspicuous on the territory of the dynasty. But because of its proximity to the location of Thousand Machine City. Qianji City is the location of the "Qianji Gate", a major sect in the former dynasty, so it is called Qianji City. Unlike other places, this city is said to have a big secret about the decay of the "Thousand Machines Gate", so there is an endless stream of explorers who come here every day to try their luck and bring a burst of popularity to the city. Therefore, by the way, the floating population of Linshan Town, which is not far from Qianji City, is more than that of other towns.

Closer to the town, the road gradually became more and more crowded, mostly villagers and hawkers from nearby villages, but there were also some merchants and adventurers, most of whom were passing through. Meng Han would stare at them with big curious eyes every time, and he was very yearning for the outside world. Since the book house on the mountain is the only one in the vicinity, children from nearby villages will send it to Mr. for testing when they are of appropriate age, and if they are suitable, they will have the opportunity to enter the book house to study. Moreover, the threshold of Mr. is not so high, and the tuition fee is very low, so he is loved by the villagers. At this time, the villagers saw that Mr. stepped forward to greet him, and Mr. also responded with a smile one by one.

There were sudden exclamations in the rear, and the crowd gradually dispersed to both sides, Mr. took Menghan's little hand and followed the crowd to stand on the side of the road, only to see two horses open the way, followed by a carriage, the carriage had a word "Su" on it, and there were more than ten riders next to it. Suddenly, there were bursts of blood in the face, and suddenly there were some timid people in the crowd, their faces turned pale with fright, and they hurriedly lowered their heads respectfully. Someone next to him said, "This is the escort of the city lord of Thousand Machines City, it seems that the one who came to the town this time must be some important big man." ”

Feeling such a strong blood qi for the first time, Meng Han's lips turned white, and his small hand held Mr.'s hand tightly, and Mr. didn't make any moves when he saw this, just frowned, and said in a low voice, "This is the blood qi of a martial artist, if your cultivation is too weak, you will be shocked by the evil qi." Now you come and try to use the technique resistance, and I'll take a look at the results of your cultivation. "I saw Meng Han's hands quickly hit the hand prints, and his heart had the thought of 'purity', only to feel that paragraph of information appeared in his mind, only to see that all the words shone brightly, and then a fist-sized qi was produced, and the qi slowly floated up, and a word 'net' appeared on the sea of knowledge. Then I felt the pressure on myself relax, but the sweat on my back soaked through the vest. Seeing this, Mr. smiled and said, "Beginner, at the beginning, the mind is too weak, the qi hangs a little, and the skills played are very weak, this is normal", Meng Han came back to his senses, heard Mr.'s words, a trace of doubt flashed in his mind, Mr. said that the beginner qi is only a trace, and I feel that there is a punch, which does not match it, but it is not a bad thing, it seems that I am not an ordinary beginner, hehe, Meng Han is complacent.

Meng Han was complacent, and the team had already driven in front of him. Driving the carriage was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, squinting and leaning on the carriage. If you pay attention, his eyes glow from time to time and look around. Meng Han looked at him with a dangerous intuition.

The old gentleman whispered to Meng Han, "That man who is driving, he seems to be ordinary, his blood is already restrained, this kind of person is even more dangerous, because if he doesn't release his blood, you will mistake it for an ordinary person, without the slightest vigilance." When his blood was released, it became more intense and widespread. The generals guarding the border passes, when the blood qi is released, most of the three thousand miles radius is yin and evil qi, and the young people dare not invade at will. Meng Han suddenly sweated with fright when he thought of this scene, and he had no sense of self-satisfaction.

The convoy slowly drove by, and suddenly the curtain was lifted, and Meng Han saw a small head sticking out, with two pigtails, pink cheeks, a cherry-like mouth, and two big eyes looking around dimly. When the eyes of the two met, the little girl's eyes instantly bent into crescents, the corners of her mouth turned up, and she smiled at Meng Han, as if she had encountered something funny. Meng Han didn't know how to do it, he only felt that his heart was beating hard, his delicate face was slightly hot, and at this time a passage came to his mind: what he laughed at was her eyes and lips, and the round whirlpool on the lips, gorgeous as dewdrops, and the flowers laughed and hid in the flash of the teeth. It is the smile of the laughing god, the reflection of the water, and the light song of the wind. Laughing at her wistful curls, scattered next to her ears, soft as a flower shadow, tickling sweetness, pouring into your heart. It is the laughter of the poem, the laughter of the painting, the traces of the clouds, and the waves of the waves.

At this moment, I only saw a big black shadow appear above the convoy, slowly getting bigger, stretching out, and when I looked closely, it was a black bowl, releasing a golden light to cover the carriage in the middle of the convoy, and the convoy was instantaneous.

"Be careful!!It's a low-grade spiritual weapon!!Protect Miss!!" The convoy suddenly rallied around the carriage.

Suddenly, several evil spirits on the side of the road rushed to the sky, and rushed straight to the convoy from the side of the road, and when several knights on the side of the convoy did not react, they felt that their heads were separated from their bodies, and their eyes were still dazed. The sounds of horror, roars, and screams rose and fell with each other. The crowd suddenly became confused and ran in both directions. Mr. held Meng Han's little hand and did not move, Meng Han looked at this scene with his eyes open, blood, stumps, all over the ground, the first time he saw this situation, Meng Han's little face turned pale with fright, whenever he was about to vomit, Mr. would pass a trace of breath through the palm of his hand, let him endure watching this bloody scene.

After a while, the crowd gradually ran away, watching from afar. In the middle of the road, only the two groups of people who were fighting were left, and Mr. and Menghan were lonely and abrupt. I saw the middle-aged man driving the car exuding a bad aura, a radius of half a mile, almost reached the peak of the late stage of the martial arts realm, I saw him holding a white long stick in his hand, the white stick in his hand like a flexible dragon, leaving only a trail of afterimages and a white-robed man entangled, the white-robed man was a sword in his hand, only to see the sword shadow and the stick shadow overlapped, making a dull sound, the two fought on par. The carriage of the carriage was unguarded at this time, the curtain had been broken, and Meng Han saw the little girl looking out with frightened eyes, her face was full of tears, and she shrank in the carriage and shivered. At this time, a warrior carried a bloody sword to finish off the knights who were fighting with him, and walked towards the carriage with a hideous face. The knights and middle-aged men around were stunned when they saw this, "Miss!", and wanted to run to the rescue, but the people next to them were always entangled with them, and due to distraction, it didn't take long for them to have a few more wounds on their bodies. Since this place is still some distance from the town, the army stationed in the town cannot react quickly, and the sword eye in the warrior's hand is getting closer and closer to the little girl's cheek, and the situation is getting more and more urgent.

At this moment, the warrior only felt a tingling pain in his arm, the sword was a little unstable, the tip of the sword was out of the girl's cheek, and a stammering voice came from the side of the road, "Stop, let go of that girl, I'll come."