Trails. With a sloppy and a cloth coat, Qi Heng limped on foot.

No trace of the Feather Chasing Sword Sect was found, and there was no news of the white-clothed holy envoy. It's outside the vast net of arrest warrants on the streets, and it's not in the sphere of influence where help can be called for at any time. All he knew was roughly west—in the direction of the sunset, with a short sword tied around his waist, studded with beautiful gems. It's the only weapon on the body. Every time he walked, he had to check it. If you want to ask the reason for this trip, it is only because of a resentment in your heart.

"Please come to Da Shao, just for one person: Jiang Shaoyun is the enemy of you and me. This sentence was always circling in his mind, and the speaker's unwavering expression.

It's just that there is a kind of hatred rooted in the heart, which cannot be eliminated: "Using women as a threat, Chu Tao, you are so shameless!"

"Not only do I know shame, but I love blood. The other side stole all the words with a disapproving smile, and a short sword studded with gems lay horizontally on the table. "The battle for the edge is the only solution for the edge. ”

"When I don't dare to kill you, or do I deliberately ridicule me for being stupid? Heh, this is your territory, who doesn't know who you are hiding in the shadows, here to do your job, I Qi Heng is so stupid?"

"Stupid is what you say, I just say that you don't know the goods. Chu Tao poured tea and drank it with great disdain.

"You!" Qi Heng's chest tightened. Looking closely, what was on the table was a feather-chasing short sword, an object that had been lying in Jiang Shaoyun's arsenal for many years. Of course, it is also the sword of the head of the Feather Sword Sect. He took it in the palm of his hand, and it was very handy, and he was very flexible. It's not like there's a fake. "I've heard that seeing this thing is like seeing the master?"

Chu Tao ignored it.

Out of the habit of martial arts people, he pulled out the scabbard and pointed at the edge of the light, but he didn't want a piece of paper to fall. Qi Heng thought he had a plan and said: "If you want to harm me, it's better to take advantage of this time." You asked me to use this object to get close to Jiang Shaoyun? Beacon Ridge is such an easy place to enter and exit? Besides, I took your things, do you still want to get out smoothly?" He threw the short sword back in front of Chu Tao and picked up the handbook, but he was a little dumbfounded.

"Taoyuan Village, Liu Zhuang. That's all there was on the note.

"Her place is at the foot of the Black Rock Cliff. Most of the people in the vicinity are eunuchs who take refuge, and there are few tourists in the rivers and lakes. Chu Tao drank the tea slowly, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

The beautiful woman's voice and smile lingered in front of her, and she couldn't bear to pass away. As if the illusion was shining into reality, she was clearly sitting in this room, playing her strings, composing her music, and talking about the rights and wrongs of the Qi family today. It was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

Chu Tao's words shattered this illusion: "I can tell you where she lives, but I can't guarantee that she wants to see you." As far as I know, she calls you a wreck. ”

As if being splashed with a basin of cold water, Qi Heng only felt that his hands and feet were stiff. He ruthlessly burned out the note on the candle flame: "I don't care about my family affairs." ”

"If I don't care, the white-clothed envoy will have already turned her to ashes. She's hurt, but she's much better. I didn't want to expose her heartache, so I didn't invite her to come with me. Chu Tao's words suddenly changed: "Which one do you think has a better chance of winning, me or Jiang Shaoyun?"

"You can't win. He said angrily.

Chu Tao didn't mind at all: "If I die, Leng Fengyi will not be able to escape the white-clothed holy envoy to settle accounts after the autumn." ”

He's running out of words.

"Fiction is real, reality is virtual, virtual and real are born together, and the enemy wins. Chu Tao calmly hooked the corners of his mouth, "You must know that Jiang Shaoyun's understanding of the Black Stone Cliff is not as good as mine." And the scene in the Beacon Ridge, I know a thing or two. ”

"You let me and Feng Yi be your funeral, how can I agree?"

Chu Tao suddenly became extremely serious: "Qi Dashao, could it be that what happened to Qi Ye still can't let you see clearly? If you don't fight, you will die, and the white-clothed holy envoy will not let anyone go." Sooner or later, it's better to meet with swords, it's better to-" He said as he dipped in water and wrote the words Zizhu Valley, and then turned his back to the night. "Bring me a message to Old Man Jiang and tell him that I, Chu Tao, will accompany me to the end - the Midyear Festival is a good day to exorcise ghosts. You don't have to worry about Leng Fengyi's safety, as for your life, it's up to you. ”

Hearing this, Qi Heng suddenly became scared.

Dealing with Shen Yanfei on the north shore for such a long time is nothing more than Jiang Shaoyun's whereabouts. I am willing to go to this appointment for Leng Fengyi. But the real thing is the first to be colorless. Chu Tao had already seen him through, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that Chu Tao had turned around, and the eyes that were smiling just now were like charcoal fire roasting his heart, roasting him with a splitting headache.

The terrible thing is not that Chu Tao thinks he is stupid, but that Leng Fengyi sees him to death, and what is even more terrifying than this is that he is really useless.

"Do you want me to make up your mind for you?" Chu Tao laughed strangely. "It seems that there is no blood, please don't move, Qi Dashao!"

"Don't!" his mind exploded into a buzz as the sword shook blood. He couldn't do anything but pick up the blood-stained dagger and run. It is conceivable that the sword shadows of the entire south bank are chasing him alone, wanting to die. He knew that it would be no good to come to the south bank, but he never thought that Chu Tao would really be open-minded - use the people of the entire south bank to force him to break into the Beacon Fire Ridge, see Jiang Shaoyun, and know what kind of blood debt Jiang Shaoyun committed against the Qi family just now, this is crazy!

Chu Tao ...... You kid...... When I'm done with this, see if I don't ......."

He clenched his dagger and continued on with a sigh of resentment.

Suddenly, there was a stumbling foot, and something hard was hanging on the leg. With a chuckle in his heart, his entire body was thrown into the air. No, it was hung upside down on a branch! The ankle was carrying the weight of the whole body, and it hurt so much that it was painful, and secretly cursed this bastard who sowed the secret weapon. What's worse is that this damn noose still has barbs hanging from it, digging deep into the flesh, and the more you struggle, the tighter it becomes. The small bell on the tree rang chaotically, and it was guessed that it was a report.

The buzzing noise came as soon as it was spoken, pressed from all directions, with caustic ridicule.

"Ha, this lasso that catches pheasants nets a pig!"

"How's it going?"

"Pure gold!"

"Bah!

Qi Heng was in a hurry, and suddenly the cold light drew a rounded arc, and the lasso broke in response to the sound of the blade, and the sharp blade and the bright piece under him were intertwined into a sharp net. Chu Tao's last words flashed in his mind: "Qi Dashao, meet again in hell!"

"Fuck you pigs!" he roared as he shook his edge and fought for a foothold for himself. Eyes swept around, there was no white clothes, they were all coarse cloth short characters, and what they were holding in their hands was not a sword at all, the long knives and spears were messy, and even an iron rod rushed in front.

"Who are these people?" Qi Heng sneered, estimating that this group should not have many catties and taels, if the axe was in hand, he could sweep over with his eyes closed, and he was too lazy to entangle with them. But the inconspicuous iron rod was sticking to him, and the tip of the rod was always dangling up and down under his nose.

"How much wine money can I exchange for handing it over to Master Chu?"

"Wine money? Ha! Drink enough for you for a few lifetimes!"

"I'm here, Chu Tao's people are capable of this?" As soon as he mentioned that name, his anger suddenly burned into an ocean. Casually folded two branches and competed with this rabble. He guessed that these were the rangers who listened to the orders of the white pigeon, performing strange martial arts tricks that could not be seen on the stage, circling and shuttling like moths, unable to shake off, unable to hide, and unable to hit. Fortunately, his strength is acceptable, but he has lost his accustomed weapon, which is really like a broken arm.

There was a long knife wielding beside him, and in the excitement, he snatched the white blade with his empty hand, beating the opponent to a stumbling one, and he barely had a weapon to rely on in his hand. The long knife is picked up, and there is a bit of momentum in the end.

There were so many people that he pressed down wave after wave, and the new injury on his ankle was like a knife, which made his movement very inconvenient. In the blink of an eye, there was only an inch left under the tree. Standing against the tree, he could take care of the front of him and couldn't take care of the back, and he couldn't help but be surprised by someone on the treetops, Taishan pressed a slap on the top, only to feel that the whole sky was dark, and he couldn't hear or see anything.

He subconsciously reached out to grab it, but was lifted away by a huge force, and as if it had been pressed by a boulder on his chest, his body was hopelessly sunk into the quagmire, and fell into the oppression of suffocation.

He was awakened by the cold water rushing to his face, and the continuous heavy coughing and retching pulled him back into the world, and the coldness that seeped into his bones barely brought his consciousness back. The limbs were heavy and sore, as if they were being pulled by a huge force. It was still pitch black, and there was a burst of bitter laughter, and he touched the back of his aching head, his hand wet, and the blood was as black as muddy water. The foul stench swirled around him, and he couldn't hide from it.

"Just these few bones and fat still dare to mix with the rivers and lakes, what does Leng Fengyi like about him?"

"People are stupid and so foolish!"

"Wha. ”

He staggered to his footing in the water, looked up and followed the prestige, and the white-robed men on the shore laughed and despised him as a joke. Suddenly remembering something, he touched his waist, but it was empty. Not good!

"Are you looking for this?" said one of the white-robed ones, raising the object in his hand. Through the campfire in the distance, he could dimly see the long object in the man's hand glowing with multicolored light. He pushed forward, helpless to wrap his legs in the mud, and the new foot injury made him even more uncomfortable. He had just staggered to the dry place when he was kicked by three or five strong men, and he fell back into the depths of the pond. A mouthful of sludge stinked, and he fluttered for a long time before he found a foothold, coughing out of breath.

"You ...... You deceive people too much!"

"Oh, it's not good to scold people!" the crowd on the shore laughed even more.

The man who moved his feet reprimanded: "Be honest, if the boss hadn't fished you out of the bandits' den, your kid would have been chopped into human meat buns by the Chu family!"

Speaking of the short-clothed gang in the daytime, Qi Heng said angrily: "You are still a good person with this face? You are the mountain bandits!

"Chief, he doesn't know each other yet!" another man shouted to the high shore.

Someone interjected: "I thought what kind of person was the one who dared to abolish Chu Tao's hands, but it turned out to be such a coward, if you want me to say, it is still buried." ”

Someone else proposed: "How troublesome is that? Hang up the tree and wait for the mountain people to come, take him to stew personal meat soup, and give a cup to Chu Tao." Everybody on the South Shore would love to do that. ”