Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

A caravan of camels is slowly moving forward in the desert, led by a beautiful woman.She raised her head and drank her saliva, then turned around and shouted: "Quicken your pace, find a safe place to stay before dark!"

The people behind immediately urged the camels to follow quickly, and the woman put her hands on her forehead to cover the canopy and looked into the distance. There seemed to be another group of people not far away.

The woman raised her hand and said vigilantly, "Everyone is on alert!"

As the distance between the two sides continued to narrow, the two sides finally met in the desert.

The team was led by a bald man with a strangely shaped broadsword on his back.

He stopped the camel, looked at the woman carefully, and suddenly laughed loudly and said: "Just now we captured a Zuo protector, and now Feng Tianjiao is here again, so good!"

Before he could finish speaking, he slashed at him with a big knife.

When Feng Tianjiao heard his words, she was immediately furious. She pulled out the long whip wrapped around her waist, shouted angrily, and went up to him.

The Xuanming Cultists behind her followed and killed them, and the two sides fought together for a while.

There were a few who had already mastered the lightness kung fu, they turned around and ran back according to Feng Tianjiao's order when they came.

Just as they flew into the air, several people suddenly jumped out from the ground, grabbed their ankles and dragged them down.

Feng Tianjiao, who was fighting with the Xuedaomen, threw several darts into the faces of those people.

A few Xuan Mingjiao who hadn't been dragged down stepped on the corpses below them, and ran towards the direction of the sub-rudder with all their strength. The messenger eagle in the air uttered a long cry and circled and disappeared into the endless sky.

Feng Tianjiao and the bald leader in front of her fought more and more frightened, she could barely block a palm and said, "Blood knife gate?"

"That's right!" The bald leader's long knife was thrown away by Feng Tianjiao's whip long ago, and he didn't care, he used his housekeeping skills to protect the body with blood demon, and struck Feng Tianjiao with his palms.

It is said to be the Blood Knife Sect, but their sword skills are really average. What really makes the Blood Knife Sect famous in the martial arts world is their inner strength blood evil body protection.

The Blood Fiend bodyguard is invulnerable to swords and guns, unless there is a very strong attack method to break through the defense with one move, otherwise it will be suppressed by them and consume life and death.

Although Feng Tianjiao used a whip, Song Yanqing used a sword.But they were taught by a master, and they all followed the path of dexterity and lightness.

Fighting for more than a dozen rounds, the hit on Xuedaomen was neither painful nor itchy, but he was seriously injured.

Feng Tianjiao saw that the congregation had already escaped from birth, and she no longer stood up. She threw off the long whip and flew out, panting slightly: "My Xuanming Sect has no grudges with you in the past, is it because of the death of an elder and You are all incompetent disciples, and you want to make enemies with my Xuanming Sect?"

The bald leader sneered and said: "Kill my disciple, insult my teacher, really think that there is no one in my Blood Sword Sect! Grandpa captured your left and right guardians today, killed them together and tied the heads together and sent them to Namo Nan Chen!"

"Arrogance!" Feng Tianjiao swung his long whip and flew away, angrily said: "If you dare to kill my senior brother, I will sacrifice the lives of hundreds of people in your blood knife gate!"

The bald leader had blue veins popping out of his forehead, and his body was arched, his body covered with crimson blood.

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Song Yanqing fell into a coma for a long time, and the system didn't know when it would return his senses.

Just when he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a voice from beside him.

"Brother! Hey! Brother, how are you doing!"

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, Senior Brother, alas, you are making a noise!"

Song Yanqing didn't have the strength to answer, so the voice kept calling, making Song Yanqing upset.

He turned his head back with difficulty, opened his eyes and looked over there.In the darkness, there seemed to be a figure.

Song Yanqing reacted for a while, and realized that it was Feng Tianjiao.

Accompanied by the sound of rattling iron chains, Feng Tianjiao said in a sobbing voice: "Brother, you are awake, I thought, I thought you were dead."

After she finished speaking, she began to cry again, cursing as she cried: "Mo Nanchen, the one who killed a thousand swords, shrank himself in the main rudder and let me come out to rescue him. Not as good as you, you have been arrested, how can I go back alive!"

Feng Tianjiao has always been very kind to Song Yanqing, and now Song Yanqing feels a little distressed when she hears her crying pitifully.

He squeezed out a hoarse and unpleasant voice from his throat and comforted: "Don't be afraid."

His voice was very small, if Feng Tianjiao hadn't practiced martial arts, it would be impossible to hear him.

To be honest, Song Yanqing himself was startled the moment he said those words.Sure enough, Feng Tianjiao, who was already heartbroken, cried even harder when she heard his weak voice that seemed to be dying at any moment.

"The bastards of the Blood Knife Sect, relying on their own evil skills to run rampant everywhere. Mo Nanchen is not a good guy. If the old leader asked me to take good care of the Xuanming Sect, I wouldn't be subjected to that moody child. !"

When Feng Tianjiao thought of Mo Nanchen throwing their senior brothers and sisters aside for Luo Qiuyi, she couldn't help cursing angrily: "There is only one Luo Qiuyi now, maybe there will be another Chunyi and Xiayi in the future. It's not stupid, I think he just doesn't want us to live!"

Song Yanqing said in her heart, you misunderstood, Mo Nanchen was just going through the plot honestly, there was no part in the plot where Mo Nanchen came to rescue Zuo Hufa himself.

As he thought about it, his consciousness became blurred again.The sound of iron chains and Feng Tianjiao's call could still be heard from time to time.

A sandstorm broke out at night, and only one old congregation who lived in the desert survived to return to the Western Regions.

He struggled to climb to the boundary of Xuanming Sect's sub-rudder, and was immediately carried back by the fat helm master.

"Oh, oh, oh, what happened to the right protector?" The fat helmsman asked anxiously, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

The congregation took a sip of water, supported their bodies and said, "The blood knife is the blood knife school. After looking at the way of kung fu, it seems that there are people from the Wuchang school."

When the fat rudder master heard the blood knife gate, he understood why the left and right guardians fell into it.

"Then do you know if they have been..." The fat rudder master didn't continue, the congregation licked the corners of their mouths and panted, "It's just captured, I don't think the thieves are fatal, I think they will probably be locked up Yes. I... ha, before I left, I let go of the messenger eagle. The bird has been trained to follow them all the way, and with it leading the way, it will surely, surely find the right and left guardians."

The fat rudder master was not ambiguous after hearing it, and immediately wrote a letter to send the pigeons flying, and sent it back to the main rudder by sending a message across thousands of miles.

Mo Nanchen, who was at the helm of the Xuanming Sect, finally received news from the Western Regions a few days later.

At this time, he was hugging Luo Qiuyi, and together with the hall masters, they were watching the beauties under the stage circle around.

He withdrew his hand from playing with Luo Qiuyi's hair, and opened the letter to read.With just one glance, the evil spirit on his body surged up, making Luo Qiuyi who was in a daze in his arms trembling with fright.

"What a Blood Knife Sect! How dare you imprison the Guardian of the Xuanming Sect!" The figure holding the long sword flashed in Mo Nanchen's mind, and the letter in his hand instantly turned into powder.

He crushed the armrest of the seat, stood up abruptly and waved his hands and shouted: "I want to go to the blood knife gate in the Western Regions in person for a while! Pass down the order, the affairs of the church will be temporarily managed by the head of the punishment hall, and the entire mountain pass will be sealed off by martial law. People are not allowed to enter and leave, and those who violate the order will be killed without mercy! If I come back and find out that there is a slight change in the main rudder...."

He didn't continue talking, but his cold gaze swept across the hall masters.

"Follow the order of the leader!"

Luo Qiuyi didn't see what was written in the letter, but he guessed that Feng Tianjiao, who went to rescue her, was also captured alive.

Mo Nanchen's face was so gloomy and scary at this time, Luo Qiuyi opened his mouth to put the plan aside, and didn't dare to say anything for now.

He originally thought that it would take some time for Mo Nanchen to set off, and he could wait for Mo Nanchen to calm down a little before speaking.

But Mo Nanchen had just finished ordering the affairs of the teaching, so he turned around and touched Luo Qiuyi's acupoints, and threw him to his confidant at the side, saying that he would take good care of him.So he flew out of the hall, found a good horse, brought a water bottle and went straight down the mountain.

From receiving the news to going down the mountain, it was only a cup of tea.

Until being sent to bed by Mo Nanchen's confidant, Luo Qiuyi was in a daze.

That confidant did not leave directly after letting go of Luo Qiuyi, but looked at Luo Qiuyi as if possessed, his eyes were full of admiration.

Luo Qiuyi often saw this kind of look. When he was not out of the mountain gate, the brothers of the Wuji sect looked at him like this.When he left the mountain gate and wandered around, the people in the rivers and lakes he met all looked at him that way.

Luo Qiuyi knew that he had a good skin, and he could tell that the confidant in front of him liked him.

It's just that now that Mo Nanchen has gone to the Western Regions, their plan will no longer be successful.

Luo Qiuyi closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. In all fairness, Mo Nanchen treated him well, but he didn't love Mo Nanchen, and even hated him to the bone.

Luo Qiuyi thought about revenge all the time, but he didn't dare, no one in the world was Mo Nanchen's opponent.

The only thing that made Luo Qiuyi see some hope was that Mo Nanchen had someone in his heart.

Everyone in the world said that Luo Qiuyi was able to escape from the Miemen, thanks to Song Yanqing, the guardian of the left, and Luo Qiuyi thought so too.

Especially after meeting Song Yanqing, he just felt that this person was like those overly loyal people in the scriptures, who plunged into the Xuanming Sect and swore to dedicate his life to Mo Nanchen.

Luo Qiuyi didn't want to hurt him unless it was absolutely necessary.He took a deep breath, looked at that confidant, and said softly: "I have stayed on this mountain for a long time, and I have no friends or close people."

Luo Qiuyi sighed again, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.It made him look even more poignant and moving, and made that confidant feel pity for him.

He remained silent, but stretched out his hand stiffly and gently wiped Luo Qiuyi's tears.

There was a puddle of water in those nimble eyes, and the long eyelashes flicked gently, attracting the soul of the young confidant.

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Thinking that their senior brothers and sisters worked tirelessly for Mo Nanchen, but in the end they were no better than a good-looking little vixen, Feng Tianjiao felt aggrieved and wanted to cry a few more times.

Feng Tianjiao looked at the iron railings of the prison, thinking that the words sold on the street were really unbelievable, but she really felt that the relationship between the leader and the senior brother was ambiguous.

The long-term lack of water made Feng Tianjiao's consciousness begin to blur. She looked at Song Yanqing who was still in a coma, and knew in her heart that if she didn't feed him some water, he might never wake up again.

I don't know if those people can count the time, a few young people came in that night and gave them some water in a hurry.

Song Yanqing managed to wake up for a while, and after those people left, he looked at Feng Tianjiao and said, "Shut up."

Feng Tianjiao grinned, showing a mouthful of small white teeth on her dirt-covered face, looking inexplicably cute.

Song Yanqing smiled lightly and didn't say any more.The next time those people deliver water will be three days later.Make sure they don't literally die of dehydration, and let them fall into a coma for a long time, with no possibility of escape.

Feng Tianjiao pursed her lips and stopped talking, but looked at Song Yanqing with bright eyes.

The fat rudder master didn't expect the leader to come over in person. While wiping his cold sweat, he led Mo Nanchen, who had a gloomy face, to the chief seat.

Mo Nanchen stood at the door and didn't go in. He asked for the map drawn by the sub-rudder, looked at it a few times and frowned, "It's so blurry, how can people find it."

The fat rudder master shook the fat on his face and said tremblingly: "Oh, yes, there is a messenger eagle, and that eagle is still following."

After he finished speaking, he quickly took out a whistle and started blowing it until his face flushed, but he didn't see anything flying this way.

"Maybe it's too far away, it can't hear it." The fat rudder master said in a low voice: "Don't worry, the leader, the bird is probably on the way back now, and after a while, I will whistle a few more times, and it will hear it." gone."

Before he finished speaking, a black spot in the air flew towards the sub-rudder.

After a while, it landed on the shelf that had been prepared, and Mo Nanchen looked at the messenger eagle who was eating and drinking with his hands behind his back.

He waited patiently for a while, until the messenger eagle had rested and regained its strength.He released the bird directly and rode a camel to catch up.

The dungeon was dark and cold, and Feng Tianjiao's body gradually became unbearable, let alone Song Yanqing, who had been imprisoned here long ago.

The system has been paying close attention to the host's body, giving him some inconspicuous treatment from time to time, so that he won't be able to catch his breath and die directly.

[Mr. Song, you...] Just as the system was about to say something, a loud voice suddenly came from outside.

Feng Tianjiao listened attentively, and shouted with surprise on her face, "Master Jiao Bishop! We are here!"

The sound outside stopped for a moment, and then a person was thrown in from the iron gate, directly smashing the iron railing of the cell.

The person who was thrown in had lost his head long ago, Song Yanqing knew who killed him just by looking at his death.

"Song Yanqing?" Mo Nanchen's voice came from not far away, and he didn't know if it was Song Yanqing's illusion, but he always felt that he heard a trace of panic in that sentence without ups and downs.

Just as Song Yanqing was about to raise his head, the iron chains on his body were suddenly broken by a sharp palm wind.

He suddenly lost his support and fell down, falling into a strong embrace.

Mo Nanchen held Song Yanqing with one arm, took out the water bottle at his waist with one hand, raised his head and bit off the stopper, and carefully handed the water bottle to Song Yanqing's chapped lips.

It was only now that Song Yanqing regained his composure. He allowed Mo Nanchen to feed himself water, and his head had already exploded.

Mo Nanchen looked down at the weak and embarrassed person in his arms, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.He opened his mouth to call Yanqing, but when he spoke, he turned into Protector Song.

Hearing his voice, Song Yanqing looked up at him, Mo Nanchen seemed to think of something the moment his eyes met, but Luo Qiuyi's figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

Song Yanqing saw that the worry in Mo Nanchen's eyes was gradually replaced by blankness, he sighed softly, grabbed Mo Nanchen's clothes, and said in his heart: "You look so angry to me." '

The real-time data in my mind that should have become extremely active because of Mo Nanchen's appearance also stopped beating, and fell back to 90 from the last 0 in an instant.

Song Yanqing didn't say anything, just buried his face in Mo Nanchen's arms, the water in his body was too little for him to shed even a single tear.

He grabbed the clothes on Mo Nanchen's chest, and felt Mo Nanchen's arms holding him slightly tightened.

"This seat is number one in martial arts in the world, and the right and left protectors should occupy the second and third positions. Those on the weapon list are nothing more than that. Song protectors will definitely surpass them in the future, but this Xuedaomen's skills are incompatible. No small trouble."

Mo Nanchen hugged the person in his arms tightly, talking to himself, and found a total excuse for himself.

He looked at the several members of the Xuedao Sect who entered the cell, with murderous intent in his eyes, he laughed and said, "In that case, I have to trouble the Xuedao Sect to be removed from the Jianghu."

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