Peerless Junior Uncle

The speed is not fast, but at this moment, even if riding a horse, there is still a huge distance from Cuigu.

Several people drove towards them at a very fast speed. When they passed He Tingge, there was a gust of wind, but it was mixed with a strong smell of blood.He Tingge frowned, and couldn't help but look back, those people were dressed in black, couldn't see their faces, but at that moment, one of them turned around and met He Tingge's eyes, under the moonlight, those eyes seemed to be With killing intent.

He Tingge was startled, and heard the sound of the people behind him reining in their horses, and a hoarse voice came from one of them: "Boy, where are you going?"

The horse under his crotch was reined in by He Tingge, not because he wanted to stay here to answer these people's questions, but because the people driving the horses in front of him were also dressed in the same way, obviously they were the same group as the people behind them.

"Who are you?" He Tingge asked in a deep voice.

Those people obviously didn't expect the young man in front of him to be able to calmly ask such a question in such a situation, and after a slight pause, they heard one of the few people who just arrived in front say: "Are you a disciple of Cuigu?" The man seemed to be asking him, but his tone was affirmative.

He Tingge didn't answer, but the increasing smell of blood in the air made him feel more anxious.

Obviously, something happened to Cuigu, and the murderers were these people.

"Send him a ride." One of the people said to the others, with a cold and indifferent voice, as if human life was no different from ants to him.

Several people around the man nodded, and then drew the scimitar at his waist, and rushed towards He Tingge. He Tingge turned over and jumped off the horse, narrowly avoiding it. If it is not sent out, it will be decapitated.

He Tingge rolled down to the side grass on the spot, and the leader of the man in black frowned slightly outside the veil. He didn't expect there to be such a person among the disciples of Cuigu.Thinking of Mo Qianqiu who had fought before, there was a faint pain in his chest, and it really was hidden dragon and crouching tiger.

"Quick battle and quick decision." The man said coldly, and then several people behind him pulled out their weapons and attacked He Tingge. Two fists were no match for four hands. He Tingge knew how to attack with bare hands, but he was also cornered. Back, the terrain here is a hillside, the slope is not very steep, but it is all open-air stones.

Lost for a while, his left shoulder was cut by a sword, but fortunately he dodged quickly, otherwise his whole arm would be useless.But even so, the blood left on the shoulder instantly stained the entire sleeve.

Seeing that he was injured, those few people didn't like to fight, and they didn't care about how to win more than the few. They joined forces to attack. After He Tingge barely avoided a few moves, he was hit on the chest with a palm, and his throat was sweet, and his mouth was full of blood. , I guess by myself, it should be a broken rib.

Anyway, He Tingge is just a young boy at this time, he just felt that his eyes were a little dark, and the moonlight could not be seen clearly, so he fell to the ground, and his feet lost strength, and he fell to the ground with a slight shake, but it happened to be on the slope. face, rolling all the way down with the terrain.

Naturally, the men in black would not let him go, they chased after him a few steps.

I don't know how many times I was hit by open-air stones along the way. When the originally injured chest was hit by the exposed stone, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the person's throat in an instant.He Tingge's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the pain in his chest made it difficult for him to breathe.Suddenly, I felt nothing under my body, and then I didn't know what hit my waist and abdomen. A tearing sensation hit my whole body, and I took a deep breath.

The few people who were chasing down suddenly found that He Tingge had disappeared from sight, so they stepped up a few steps and searched over.

He Tingge maintained the last bit of consciousness, gritted his teeth and did not make a sound. The blood in his left arm was still flowing, as if he had hurt an artery.

The smell of blood in the air was getting stronger, and those people seemed to smell it too, and they gradually chased after the blood. The gradually clear footsteps in their ears made He Tingge feel so close to death for the first time in his life.

Just when He Tingge saw a little hem of clothes protruding from the edge of the pit, suddenly, there was a roar, and the birds in the forest were in a mess for a while, and the wind trembled a little.

Those people were also startled by the howling. Hearing the hissing sound, it seemed to be some kind of beast. Could it be a beast attracted by the smell of blood?

Several people looked at each other, looking for the source of the sound in private, and saw the grass not far away swaying a few times, and slowly walked out a snow-white lion. Judging from the figure, it seemed to be much larger than the average tiger. .

The white lion had a white mane all over its head and a pair of eyes that glowed dim green in the dark night. It just stared at these people coldly, as if looking at them.Under the moonlight, the snow-white lion looked a little strange.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay: "What should I do?"

"It's just a beast, kill it." One of them said in a deep voice.

"No, there's no need. Tonight, Tu Gu has lost his vitality. Although it's a beast, with the current state of us, there's no need to waste time. Anyway, that kid won't survive, and the beast also comes from the smell of blood. Leave it to fight the tooth sacrifice, and we will withdraw."

It's not necessary for a few people, but it's not necessary, and looked around unwillingly, then pulled up and used lightness kung fu to leave.

At this time, He Tingge's consciousness had already reached its limit, and he saw a vague outline above his head, which seemed to be some kind of beast, and sighed silently in his heart: "I just got out of the pack of wolves, and entered the tiger's mouth again." Immediately, his eyes darkened, Lost consciousness.

Under the moonlight, the snow-white mane on the white lion seemed to glow like a night pearl. It looked down at He Tingge in the pit, then looked back at the young man walking behind him, and jumped down into the pit lightly.

When the first ray of light at dawn sprinkled the Green Valley, the billowing smoke had already been blown away by the evening wind, leaving only wreckage on the ground. No one expected that the green and beautiful Green Valley would become what it is today. Devastated.

The bamboo huts that once stood in the mountains and forests are now covered with a pile of burnt black ashes; the once lush bamboo forests can no longer see the greenness of yesterday.Throughout the valley, there was only the occasional crackling sound from an unextinguished fire somewhere.

Looking at the pear orchard in the northwest, there are only remnants of branches left after the fire. The pear blossoms of the past are no longer like snow. Most of the bamboo buildings have been burnt down. .

On the grass scorched by the fire, there were faintly mottled bloodstains.A pair of white boots, spotless, brought a gust of breeze when they walked by, blowing the scorched black leaves on the ground.

A sigh, gradually dissipated in the no longer green valley with the morning wind blowing.

Mu Lan

In a daze, as if in a desert, his throat was terribly dry, as if his entire chest was filled with heat.

"Water...water..." The person on the bed frowned, calling intermittently for the most needed substance at the moment.

After a while, the mouth became moist, drop by drop of liquid flowed down the corner of the mouth into the throat, unknowingly wanting more, opened the mouth with effort, to absorb the life-saving rain.

"Are you awake?" An indifferent voice without a trace of warmth rang in his ears.

He Tingge opened his eyes with great effort, and let the light squeeze into his eyes. It was blurry and he couldn't see clearly. He only felt that there was a person standing beside him.

"Who are you?" A weak voice came out of his throat, hoarse.

When the man saw him open his eyes, he didn't answer, turned around, put the cup away, and went out.

After He Tingge gradually accepted the discomfort in his eyes, he looked at the house in front of him, a very simple wooden house, with a teapot on the table in the middle. After thinking about it, he supported himself to sit up slowly from the bed, and felt a dull pain in his waist and abdomen. Looking down, there is a wooden board tied around the waist, which seems to be used to fix it.

It didn't affect his movement, he sat up on the bed, walked slowly to the table and poured a glass of water, drank a few sips, and felt that the whole person was liberated from the predicament.

There were footsteps behind him, and He Tingge turned his head to see a young man walking into the house with pounded herbs in his hand.Against the light, I couldn't see the eyebrows clearly, but I just felt that the man had no warmth.

"Come here." The boy walked to the bed and said coldly.

He Tingge walked over as he said, and judging from the young man's intentions, it seemed that he wanted to change his medicine.The question that came to his lips was swallowed by He Tingge again. The young man had a cold face, as if He Tingge owed him money.

After changing the belt around his waist and re-tying the board, the boy flicked his gray robe and looked at He Tingge.The boy's face was sharper than that of ordinary people of the same age, and with that gloomy complexion, he looked a bit stern.

"What's the relationship between you and Fu Qingcheng?"

"You are?" He Tingge was taken aback when he heard that.

"Mulan."

He Tingge read silently, after confirming that he did not recognize this person, he said, "How do you know him?"

The young man glanced at He Tingge, seemed not to want to talk anymore, turned around and went out the door.

"Do you know what happened to Green Valley?"

"I know." The boy walked to the door and turned around, "Someone is slaughtering the valley."

"Then, where are the people from Cuigu?" He Tingge's heart tightened when he heard this.

"Who are you asking?" Mu Lanfeng squinted her eyes, and asked in a cold voice, "Fu Qingcheng? Don't worry, he won't die." After finishing speaking, she didn't want to say another word, turned around and walked out.

Hearing this, He Tingge was inexplicably relieved. He wanted to ask more questions, but he didn't know where to start. He probably knew that he was fine, so that's fine.

He frowned and moved his shoulders. Apart from the slight pain, he was basically healed. He raised his eyes and looked out of the window, and saw the boy standing beside a snow-white lion, brushing the lion's fur with a brush in his hand. .

Suddenly I remembered that I saw a beast that looked like a lion last night, could it be it?

Dragging his still somewhat inconvenient body, He Tingge walked outside the door and looked at the lion carefully.