It is said that the people I protect are admired by the Six Realms

Bai Moqian's expression changed, he took a step forward, and scrutinized the soldiers with a solemn expression.He knew the man with the scar on his face, no, he should be regarded as half of Bai Moqian's acquaintance——

The hunter who tried to kill him several times.

I don't know what happened, but Liaoren and his companions acted very cautiously and seriously. They searched Xiao Moqian's body carefully, and only then did they look relaxed.

"Take it away!" Liaoren grabbed little Moqian's bundle in his hand, exchanged a glance with his companion, snorted coldly, and dragged little Moqian to the valley behind the hills to the east.

"I really must have come from the mountains. I'm going to Xianning City to exchange some food. You arrest people indiscriminately. Where are you going to arrest me?"

Little Moqian kicked his leg twice, trying to break free, but was "slapped" on the leg by the hunter with a sword, and he gasped in pain.

"Be honest, Xianning City? Huh, my king is going to destroy Xianning City today, where are you going to exchange food?" Liao Man took out the rope, tied little Moqian around, and then dragged him by the end of the rope. Pull forward on the ground.

The road was covered with boulders washed down by the current, and Xiao Moqian bumped into many of them. His snow-white clothes were in tatters, and his face was covered with scratches, with blood oozing out.

It took Bai Moqian a lot of effort to convince himself that this was an illusion. He released his clenched fist, turned his head to look at Li Shao beside him, pursed his thin lips, and followed quickly without saying a word. On the hunter.

After walking for about an hour, there was a stretch of military camps in front of my eyes. Soldiers wearing the same armor as the Liaoren were in groups of three to five, and groups of fifteen were eating together.

A sharp-eyed person saw the Liaoren, took a bite of the bread, and laughed while chewing: "What is that behind you? A deer?"

Liaoren picked up a bowl of wine, raised his head, and finished drinking "gudong gudong", wiped his mouth with pride, and then lifted little Moqian to light up, "I caught a little boy who wanted to go to the city to report the news. If the second siege is successful, I will be first-class, hahaha!"

"Hey, this young man looks really juicy."

A soldier stood up and walked forward, raised his hand to pinch little Mo Qian's cheek, but Mo Qian avoided him, and immediately didn't care much, smiled "haha", waved his hand and sat back down again, hiccupping, Looking at Xiao Moqian, he said, "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you."

They were chatting and laughing, when suddenly someone called out "Your Majesty", and all of a sudden, all the soldiers who had been idle and frolicking quickly stood in a square formation, and it took no more than a cup of tea. .

There was silence in the barracks, only the sound of steady footsteps from the northeast corner. Bai Mo was on tiptoe, and the soldiers were all in the dark. It was the sound of armor rubbing against each other, and the soldiers half knelt down, shouting in unison: "My king, Wannian!"

Suddenly, Bai Moqian saw the owner of the footsteps.

Sword eyebrows are flying slantingly, Ling eyes are tightly locked, the bridge of the nose is sharp, thin lips are lightly pursed, and his face is stern and calm. The light of the light stopped on the man's chiseled face, and a great sense of oppression spread.

Bai Moqian took a deep breath, turned his gaze back, turned to look at Li Shao and said, "Is this what King Wen of Chu looked like when he was competing in the Central Plains? Seeing it with my own eyes today, I understand why later generations gave him the posthumous title of It's 'wen', and the reputation of the eternal king is well-deserved."

Li Shao's expression was very indifferent, he only glanced at King Chu Wen, then turned his eyes away, and looked at Xiao Moqian who was left aside.

The Liaoren came out, saluted with his fists clasped, and waved his finger at Moqian, "I will report to my king that my subordinates caught this man at the valley of Wushan. He said he was going to Xianning City to exchange for food."

Hearing this, King Wen of Chu lowered his eyes, looked at little Moqian for a while, and then stepped forward. He helped little Moqian up, wiped off the blood on his cheek with his thumb, and asked, "Where did you come from?"

"Wushan." Xiao Moqian replied.

"Are you from Chu? Or from Mo?" King Wen of Chu asked again.

Little Moqian didn't seem to understand. He frowned and thought for a while, "I practiced with my master and brothers in the mountains, and I'm not a Chu or Mo person."

King Wen of Chu's eyes froze when he heard the words, and he asked, "Who is your master?"

"The Dao name is Xuanjizi."

"I see."

King Chu Wen didn't know what happened in the past, he was silent for a while, then smiled self-deprecatingly, looked at Xiao Moqian and said, "Don't go into the city, the two armies are going to fight, and the widow will send someone to bring you food and hot water , when this battle is over, the widow will let you go."

"You want to attack Xianning City?" Xiao Moqian asked while grabbing King Chu Wen's sleeve.

"Yes." King Chu Wen nodded.

"It will kill a lot of people, including your people."

"The widow knows."

"Is it necessary to fight?"

"Well, King Mo has placed Xiangguo, the widow, under house arrest."

Little Moqian opened his mouth, and he wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by King Chu Wen's raised hand. King Chu Wen's expression turned cold, and he glanced at Little Moqian, "Don't say any more, the attack on Xianning City is a top secret. You are temporarily under house arrest in the army, you don't have to worry, the soldiers will not harm you."

After saying this, he turned around and left, the bloody cloak behind him drew a sassy arc, leaving only a roundabout residual wind.

When the army of Chu State attacked the city, a strong wind suddenly blew up, the north wind howled, and the black clouds covered the city. The armor on the soldiers reflected a faint light, and the dull drums echoed between the sky and the earth.

The soldiers of the Chu Army marched neatly, forming a line of geese, and slowly approaching forward. Many soldiers were injured by the barbed caltrops from the city wall, but soon, the soldiers behind would quickly make up for it.

Dust was flying everywhere, and even the ground was shaking faintly. The double-horned array was like a sharp bronze sword, tearing open two holes in the Mo country's army.

King Wen of Chu tightened his grip on the sword, and he calmly gave the order: "The two-horned formation moves in the opposite direction, escape from the Mo army, the cavalry and infantry step forward, and the first to step on the city wall will be rewarded!"

The military flag waved again and again, the sound of war drums sounded again, swords and swords, and the sound of fighting one after another. Bai Moqian stood behind King Chu Wen, staring blankly at the battlefield full of flames. There was a burst of violent impact, and a final struggle was made. Finally, with a "crack", the Chu army filed in, and the screams of the people and soldiers in the city came.

"Why do you want to kill people!"

The questioner was Xiao Moqian, who ran to the King of Chu Wen regardless of the obstruction, his hands were tightly grasping the King Chu Wen's arm, his eyes were red.

King Wen of Chu pursed his thin lips tightly, and his emotions were a little out of control. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "If it wasn't for the country of Mo, how could Lord Lan not see me for ten years? King Mo imprisoned me, Lord Lan, and the widows killed him What's the matter with the people!"

Lord Lan is Lord Zhaowen.

For Zhao Wenjun, he used the power of the whole country to attack Xianning City, the capital of the Mo country.

Bai Moqian was shocked, and after staggering a few steps, he was hugged by Li Shao. He stared blankly at King Chu Wen's almost crazy appearance, and slowly shifted his gaze to the ancient bronze sword in King Chu Wen's hand.

The hilt is made of blood-colored Bian jade, and the scabbard is inlaid with yellow Bian jade, which is the seal of King Wen.

A beam of sunlight broke through the clouds like a sharp sword, shining on the battlefield where the bones were piled up, vultures were circling in the sky, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt torches.

Bai Moqian's eyes flickered, and he buried his head in Li Shao's arms, tightly clutching his skirt with both hands, sobbing softly.

He didn't know why he was crying, maybe it was because the tragic war scene gave him too much visual impact, maybe it was because he didn't understand the tyranny of King Wen of Chu, maybe it was because he sighed that the relationship between King Wen of Chu and King Zhaowen was so heavy , maybe, it's just that he wants to hug Li Shao.

In a trance, I suddenly heard the voice of a soldier in my ear——

"My lord, Zhao Wenjun has been found. In Liyang Palace, Mo Wang Li Mo has committed suicide."

Bai Moqian paused when he heard the words, he blinked, raised his head from Li Shao's arms, and wiped his tears with his sleeves.

Just now that soldier said that the king of Mo country is called... Li Mo?His surname is Li?Which Li?Is it the same as Li Shao's last name?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard King Wen of Chu say in a deep voice, "Look who is here?"

Bai Moqian was taken aback, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at King Chu Wen, only to see that King Chu Wen smiled strangely at little Moqian, and raised his finger to the south.

Little Moqian turned his head, and in the vast expanse of the world, Li Shao, dressed in white, was walking slowly towards this side.He was overjoyed, jumped off the chariot, and ran towards Li Shao, "Brother—"

Like a tired bird in Guilin, Xiao Moqian hugged Li Shao and cried "Wow", he turned his head and looked at King Chu Wen who was walking towards him, sniffed, "Brother, he killed a lot of people. "

Li Shao rubbed Moqian's head, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his face, "Don't be afraid, senior brother is here."

Xiao Moqian nodded with his mouth pursed, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, suddenly, Li Shao's hands grabbed his neck fiercely!

"Master...brother?" Xiao Moqian's eyes widened, he looked at Li Shao in disbelief, watching the tenderness between Li Shao's brows fade away bit by bit.

"Don't be afraid, little brother. Senior brother will take you home." Li Shao's hand pinching little Moqian's neck gradually tightened, his voice was still gentle, but it changed into a different tone when he heard it.

Bai Moqian froze in place with fright, his mind went blank, his eyes were also white and black, and he couldn't even see Li Shao's figure clearly.

Little Moqian's face turned from red to purple gradually, he trembling lips wanted to speak, but he could only make a "clack" sound, he struggled subconsciously, trying to break away Li Shao's hand, Li Shao impatiently "tsk" With a sound, he raised his eyes to look at King Chu Wen, and freed one hand, "Here, I will lend you your sword to use."

King Wen of Chu sneered, he raised his hand, and threw the ancient bronze sword over. Li Shao pulled out the ancient sword, a cold light flashed, blood splashed down, Xiao Moqian's body crashed down, and the corners of his lips kept bleeding, he trembled his lips, "Brother..."

Li Shao glanced at him with downcast eyes, turned his hands back, and stabbed down again. Xiao Moqian screamed, and a golden light flashed. Moqian's inner alchemy was gouged out alive.

Bai Moqian covered his lips violently, he took a few steps back, bowed and retched.

Li Shao pushed the inner alchemy into his body, a gust of wind blew away his black hair, piled on his shoulders like a waterfall, a string of blood-red charms gradually appeared on his wrist, he waved his sleeves, the world Suddenly the situation changed, black clouds spun and gathered above his head, thunder billowed, the ground split open, magma surged up from the ground, and swallowed piles of corpses in an instant, resentment rolled under his feet, Li Shao snorted coldly, waved Sleeves, all the souls of the dead soldiers were shot into the ground, a bolt of lightning tore through the black clouds, and heavy rain poured down.

Little Moqian looked at Li Shao, and as the last tear fell from the corner of his eye, his soul dissipated in the torrential rain.

Born in the chaos, grew up in Wushan, the Hunyuan Pearl conceived with flesh and blood in 19 years was taken out by dissection, and finally lost his soul.

This is the end of his previous life.

That's what he couldn't think of.

Bai Moqian couldn't vomit anything until the end, his mouth was full of bitter bile, he coughed several times, and slowly straightened up, he turned his head to look at Li Shao who was standing beside him, and smiled, " Brother, did I die like this in my last life?"

The author has something to say:

Bai Moqian: I'm going to be blackened, I'm going to be blackened, I can be an attacker!Excited~

Li Shao: (holds forehead) My rabbit is too embarrassing...