Drawing his bow and drawing his sword on the side of the blue waist and Haizi, and hunting all the way into the wasteland, Xu Chen and the disciples of the Yuxuanmen of the Western Jin Dynasty have long been very familiar, and after the bloody battle side by side under the meadow, the two sides are even more intimate and intimate.

For the next few days, Xu Chen stayed in the carriage to recuperate, and at the same time reformed the girl's world view, outlook on life, and battle outlook again.

These fell in the eyes of the disciples of the Jade Xuanmen, they couldn't help but feel a little strange, they knew very well that the temperament of the young master of the Xuanyuan Academy seemed to be indifferent, but in fact he was light and gentle, but he had never been so close to a young man. Zhao Ling'er also felt that this was very inappropriate, but she thought that Xu Chen was seriously injured, and she was embarrassed to let him down.

In fact, Xu Chen's injuries recovered quickly, and he stopped coughing up blood the next night, and Zhihai, who was violently shocked, gradually calmed down, and the occasional episode of vertigo never appeared again.

Zhao Ling'er and other Jade Xuanmen disciples were not too clear about his physical condition, but Duanmu Rong saw all his recovery process in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

That night, when Xu Chen sniped several horse thieves at night, Duanmu Rong felt the fluctuation of spiritual power on the side, and at that time she guessed that Xu Chen should be a cultivator, for this, she was not very surprised, it seems that the wonderful places such as the Mountain Sect selected students to enter the wasteland alone to perform tasks, and the students were naturally extraordinary.

It's just that the leader of the horse thieves is a great spirit control master who has already entered the Five Realms realm, and if she hadn't realized half of the source talisman in the spring, there would be no way to hurt the other party. Such a powerful soul controller concentrated all his strength to attack Xu Chen, according to common sense, even if Xu Chen could survive, Zhihai was seriously damaged, and it was very likely that he would become a stupid person, where could he still talk like he was now, his eyebrows fluttering? Could it be that Xu Chen's spiritual power was even stronger than himself?

is not good at talking to people, especially unwilling to spy on the ** on the side, so Xu Chen's doubts are one after another, but she never asks, just sits quietly by the car window, remembering Xu Chen's guidance with Juanxiu's small letters, and then carefully chooses where he can learn and understand with his heart.

Xu Chen was amazed when he saw her words, because Duanmurong's calligraphy was indeed excellent, the ink pen was round but not flattering, soft and bone, the pen was faint and clear, thick and appropriate, fresh and pleasant.

At this time, he understood that a few days ago in the camp when he praised the girl Fu Master for being obsessed with writing and having his own style, why the female disciples of Yuxuanmen would laugh so happily, the book here is a book of calligraphy and calligraphy in the world, not a book of reading and writing thousands of books, in the eyes of the disciples of Yuxuanmen, he is an ordinary person who actually said that the world's bookworms have their own style, it is indeed a very ridiculous thing.

The disciples of the Jade Xuanmen rode horses in a car, turned around at a certain ice plug, from the northeast to the northwest, and went straight to the royal court.

The carriage kept shaking and shaking, Xu Chen watched her hanging pen by the window and her wrist did not move at all, and the handwriting on the paper was not messy, and she couldn't help but feel a little emotional, her name as a genius was already a little unreal in front of the girl, could it be that even the name of calligraphy was going to be snatched away?

Putting the cotton cushion behind the compartment, he lay down comfortably, his face very close to the white skirt of Duanmu Rong hanging on the floor, he casually reached out and pulled out one of the stacks of papers on the small table, and his eyes couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Duanmu Rong noticed that his expression was different, turned his body with his hands, and couldn't help but ask slightly, "Senior Brother Xu, you also know calligraphy?"

It must be said that this girl is really not good at communicating with people, and if she were asked by someone else, she would probably say Senior brother, you also like calligraphy?

Xu Chen had long been accustomed to her words, so he didn't care at all, shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I understand a little." ”

Duanmu Rong once asked him if he also knew Fu Dao, at that time his answer was a little understood, at this time when it came to the way of calligraphy, his answer was still a little understood, in front of others he would probably have the confidence to say that he was a genius of Fu Dao and a calligraphy master, but in front of the world's book idiots, he felt that it was not easy to lose face if he was more low-key.

Xu Chen felt slightly relaxed, and responded with a smile: "I haven't seen it either, so I can't comment." ”

Duanmu Rong's eyes drooped slightly, and he turned around and continued to draw his hairpin flowers.

In the battle under the meadow that day, she saw the picture on the other side of the wall of fire, but she couldn't see the fleeting fire ball in front of the horse thief leader, if she knew that Xu Chen next to her was also a person in the Fu Dao, maybe her thoughts would be completely different, and her performance at this time would naturally be different.

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Going deep into the wasteland, from the northeast to the northwest, you can see the faint mountain shadow in the distance of the sky dome after a short walk.

Youyun Mountain is the most majestic and longest mountain range in the world, extending from the depths of the wasteland to the south, until the south of Chaoyang Hebei County near the location of the capital, stretching for many kilometers, as if it is a sword left by God in the north of the world.

There is a section of interruption in the middle of the wasteland, forming a natural canyon, and there is a city in the west direction of the canyon, which is guarded by the elite army of Chaoyang North Road, and the Youyun Mountain is also divided into two feet in the north and south due to this interruption.

The vast Youyun Mountain where Xu Chen lived back then was the southern foothills, and the northern foothills of Youyun Mountain were deep in the wasteland, indicating that if he walked out of this mountain range, he would be abandoned by God.

There is a fertile grassland on the east side of Tianqi Mountain, and the tribes of Beiqiang have lived on this grassland for generations, and the royal court is there.

Looking at the mountains and running dead horses, not to mention such a majestic and dangerous continuous mountain range, the royal court is close, but it will take some time to arrive, as the distance closes, Xu Chen becomes more and more silent, and he hides in the carriage for more time and refuses to come down, even Yaxiu called him to see the white crane in the wetland, but he couldn't call him.

Because he needed time to think, to think about two very important questions.

The horse thieves who attacked them in the meadow followed them for many days, and later determined that the target of this group of horse thieves was themselves, so it was equivalent to saying that they left the Bishui camp and mixed into the grain team, and the forces behind the horse thieves already knew.

Who are those horse thieves or those group of horse thieves? Who wants to kill themselves? Who is the leader of the horse thieves? The Great Spirit Master of the Five Realms must not be a simple horse thief leader, and the military aura that Xu Chen felt during the battle made his heart even heavier.

The right arm of the leader of the horse thieves was cut off by him, and if he did not die in the wasteland after being rescued by his subordinates, he would definitely need local healing. Such a heavy injury can not be cured by the soil nest of an ordinary horse thief, that person needs a doctor's medicine, and needs to hurry, and the place closest to that meadow and can cure the injury of the broken arm happens to be the Beiqiang Royal Court.

The grain and grass were destroyed, Duanmu Rong insisted on bringing the disciples of the Jade Xuanmen to the royal court, Xu Chen did not object, in addition to the friendship formed in the battle, there was another reason for this.

Regardless of whether the person behind the group of horse thieves was the Khan of the royal court or someone else, he firmly believed that as long as the leader of the horse thieves was alive, there was at least a ninety percent chance that he would be hiding in the royal court at this time.

He's going to find the other person, ask some questions, and kill the other person.

In addition to this, he is still reflecting on what he has done since he came to the wasteland.

After thinking in silence for a long time, he confirmed that there were many actions or choices that were not the most appropriate, because he had fallen into some kind of misthinking.

Acting in secret, it means that his back, Jing Guershan, which has made countless people in the world envious and awe-inspiring, all become meaningless, and the commander of the divine cavalry knows that Duanmu Rong is a bookworm, so he doesn't dare to act in vain anymore, if he reveals his true identity, where will those horse thieves dare to gather and attack him?

There is also an extremely important point: before leaving the capital, the master specially reminded himself that he can only bully people when he goes out, not be bullied, how arrogant he is, and he has no identity at the moment, even if he is arrogant, who knows who is arrogant?

Xu Chen supported his jaw with his hand, leaned against the carriage window, looked at the mountains and faintly visible tents in the distance, and thought helplessly, the poor boy in the countryside went to the city to earn a lot of silver, and he would only secretly buy some houses and eat a few bowls of hot and sour noodle soup.

It was the middle of winter, the weather was cold and the ground was freezing, and the grassland under the mountain was abandoned without knowing whether it was because of the geothermal relationship between the mountains, but there was still some green grass growing in the east and west, and the tent was blooming in the grassland like white clouds.

Two carriages and a few tired horses carried the disciples of the Yuxuanmen of the Western Jin Dynasty to the outside of the grassland, and there was no food team behind them, let alone any cavalry guards, which looked a little desolate.

The peace between the Qiang people of the steppe and the coalition army has officially begun, and all forces and cavalry have gathered here, listening to the noisy and lively sounds from afar, and I don't know how many people are drinking and narrating.

A cavalry of the royal court welcomed the disciples of the Jade Xuanmen into the camp, and it was obvious that the attack on the meadow and the matter of the half-Dao source talisman had spread, and some people knew that the bookworm was in the carriage, so the cavalry showed respect.

On the contrary, the envoy guards from the Central Plains in the camp looked at the disciples of the Jade Xuanmen with a somewhat cold look. They don't understand that the grain and grass are all destroyed, why don't these people return to Yanbei, but rush to the royal court, don't these Jade Xuanmen disciples know that some big people in the Western Jin Dynasty and the coalition army are extremely dissatisfied with their performance?

There are more than ten tired horses and dust carts, naturally it is impossible to affect the situation in the wasteland, the negotiation between the Qiang royal court and the Central Plains coalition army has nothing to do with them, after the horse thieves plundered the grain and grass, but they still insisted on coming here, the disciples of the Jade Xuanmen themselves knew that they were looking for justice, but in the eyes of others, they were forced to come and wait for the results of the Western Jin Dynasty, the prospects were bleak and there was no light, naturally no one would want to come close, even if it was rumored that the bookworm was in that carriage.

The grasslands on the banks of Xiongshan are endless, and although tens of thousands of people gather here in the middle of winter, tents are in full bloom, there are still enough places to house people.

In order to show sincerity, the royal court agreed that the Central Plains coalition army would choose a place to camp and deploy men and horses, and the person in charge of this matter was a chief of the Xiling and Western Jin Dynasty.

The distance between the two tents and the tent of the coalition army is not far, just behind the tent, but it seems a little remote, the terrain is slightly high, the disciples of the Jade Xuanmen walked into the tent, looked at the utensils prepared in advance, and found that it was not bad, and they knew in their hearts that it was probably because of the relationship between the young master of the Xuanyuan Academy, after all, they still gave some face.

It's just that since he was picked up here by the royal court's cavalry, until this moment, except for the Western Jin Dynasty national teacher, there was no big man in the coalition army, and with the indifferent eyes of those people from the Central Plains who had been seen along the way, the disciples of the Jade Xuanmen knew that they were deliberately excluded and forgotten, and their mood couldn't help but be a little depressed.

Yaxiu was too young, so naturally she couldn't think of so much, she looked at the thick woolen mattress in the tent, thinking that she could finally sleep well tonight, and she didn't have to squeeze together with the young master of the Xuanyuan in the narrow carriage, but she looked a little happy.

The experience of being excluded and deliberately forgotten, Xu Chen experienced it in the Bai family last year, at home, and in the Dushan Sect, so he was very used to it and didn't care much, but he just felt that the location of this camp seemed to be a little inappropriate.