Twilight Cloud Returns

"My lord, be careful!" Wuqing exclaimed.

With his back on his back, Yun Chuxiu turned around to escape the danger, but the sharp arrow was only an inch away from the strand of hair hanging on his forehead.

Wuqing's heart raised his throat for him.

An arrow was sent out, but it didn't succeed.The opponent hiding in the dark chose to stop the action.

Everything around is silent, except for the whistling of the wind.

Yun Chuxiu put Wuqing down, let him lean against the trees behind him, and told him: "I'll go and lure those assassins away first. Huishan Temple is not far from here, just go straight along this path. Although there are still My foot is injured, but I can only endure it now..."

When Wuqing heard that the young prince wanted to use him as a bait to let him escape, he suddenly held his hand, a trace of stubbornness engraved on his delicate face, "Don't you want to leave the little monk behind, the little monk will never live by idling."

The warmth in Yun Chuxiu's heart is like the clear waves on the lake surface, rippling layer upon layer.

He leaned into Wuqing's ear, "Whoever said that you were allowed to live alone, I can't bear it..."

This person is also used to playing tricks at the moment of life and death, so he withdrew his hand angrily.

The delicate and silky touch like uncut jade suddenly disappeared, and the Yunchuxiu monster was a little nostalgic.

He put away his playful attitude, pulled out the feather fan on his waist, and observed the surrounding situation vigilantly.

Wuqing held his breath, clutching the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands.Why are there still people committing murder in this inaccessible back mountain?

But he has no time to distract, Wuqing is more concerned about the safety of the little prince than his own safety.

In an instant, a rain of arrows rushed out from behind the dense forest.

Yun Chuxiu raised the feather fan in the opposite direction, blocked Wuqing with her whole body, and shot down the arrows one by one.

Seeing that the two were unharmed, the other party continued to shoot arrows under the cover of the trees, and was about to kill them.

Yun Chuxiu was gradually exhausted, but the opponent's arrows seemed endless, and the grass was already full of missed arrows.

Wuqing hated herself for not being able to do everything in one move, dragging down the little prince for life.

He blushed anxiously, and just when he was about to tell the little prince to leave and ignore him, Yunying came late.

"Young master, the subordinates are late." Yun Ying said while shielding the arrow.

Yun Chuxiu shot down an arrow that was heading towards Wuqing, the murderous look in his eyes grew stronger, and he ordered Yunying unquestionably: "Protect him."

Leaving this sentence behind, Yun Chuxiu passed through the rain of arrows and hit the thief head directly.

"Young master!" Yun Ying shouted anxiously, worried about her master's safety.But Yunying didn't dare to disobey his orders, so she could only guard the master beside her.

Seeing that a strong general was added beside the two of them, and Yun Chuxiu was approaching menacingly again, they were bound to be caught, so the thieves immediately decided to retreat.

The other party's qinggong was first-class, and soon disappeared before his eyes.

Don't chase after the poor, Yun Chuxiu returned to the original place, picked up the arrow on the ground, inspected it carefully, and frowned.

"Young master, it is a crudely made ordinary iron arrow."

The use of Dazhou arrows has a strict division system.The army mostly uses golden arrows, the arrows are sharp and lethal, and have a long range, suitable for battlefield combat; the government usually equips iron arrows, although they are not as good as golden arrows, but they are also carefully crafted, and they will definitely not be as inferior as their hands; the next step is to guard The feathered arrows used by the imperial guards have obvious bright yellow tails, as a symbol of the heavenly family.

And the arrows in their hands don't belong to any kind.

Yun Chuxiu understands in his heart - someone is making weapons privately, and the intention of treason is clearly revealed.

Seeing the little prince coming back, Wuqing limped to his side, anxiously checking if there was any injury on the young prince, "Is the prince injured?"

Seeing his anxious appearance, Yun Chuxiu comforted softly: "If I get hurt, can I still stand in front of you safe and sound?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a slight abnormal sound in the grass, and then a feathered arrow shot straight at Wuqing and shot away at high speed.

Yun Chuxiu subconsciously caught it with his bare hands, and the arrow flew across his palm, blood seeping out, and he was forced to stop three inches away from Wuqing's eyebrows.

Wuqing was so horrified that his pupils trembled, and the bright yellow arrow tails were fixed in his eyes.

Yunying recognized at a glance that this was the feather arrow used by the imperial guards belonging to Chu Tiankuo. He looked at the young master and said in shock: "This is..."

Yun Chuxiu signaled him not to talk too much, the dark look of prey accumulated between his brows was very frightening.

He threw the feathered arrow backhanded, and the feathered arrow pierced through his throat, and the person ambushing in the grass died suddenly on the spot.

Yunying was about to step forward to check immediately, but was stopped by Yun Chuxiu, "Since he wants to take someone's life, he won't leave anything behind."

Except for the obvious warning feathered arrow.

Wuqing saw that the little prince's hand was bleeding all the time, and with all his strength, he tore off a piece of white cloth from his inner garment, and carefully bandaged the wound on his hand.

Seeing that the young monk was very worried about him, Yun Chuxiu was very happy.

He put away the feather fan, squatted down, and carried it straight on his back.

But the slightly raised corners of his lips still revealed the joy in his heart, "Send you back."

Wuqing was caught off guard again on his back, clutching his neck tightly in fright, but when he lowered his head and saw the hands wrapped in white cloth, his heart couldn't help but tugged, "Actually...actually, the monk can go back on foot...My lord You're still injured..."

Yun Chuxiu's strides stopped abruptly, and she raised her eyebrows and replied confidently: "Don't worry, I've always been in good health..."

His ending sound was deliberately drawn out to add some playfulness.

Even if it is an ordinary sentence, it always feels a bit more teasing when said from the mouth of the bohemian little prince.

Wuqing suddenly blushed, pressed against his broad and solid back, and let out a soft "hmm".

Yun Ying followed behind, and kept looking around from the corner of her eye, for fear that another arrow would shoot out from nowhere and kill the young master.

It's just that in a place that everyone ignores, the blood-stained arrowhead piercing the throat and the white cloth wrapped in Yun Chuxiu's hands gradually deepened and turned black...

The three of them finally arrived at Huishan Temple, and Yunying quietly hid among the trees and never showed up again.

At noon, all the pilgrims who came to pray for blessings had gone to eat vegetarian food, but there were still a group of monks gathered in front of the temple gate.

Wu Lu was sweating profusely from running, with a look of anxiety on his face, "Senior Brother Wuchen, I haven't found Junior Brother Wuqing yet."

"Senior brother Wuchen, the younger brother has not been found either..."

"Senior brother Wuchen, the younger brother is also..."

Wuqing saw that the senior brothers had spent so much effort to find him, and felt guilty for his reckless decision for a while.

Yun Chuxiu put him down, and wiped off the dirt on his face from falling into the trap with his uninjured big hands, "I can only send you here. If I carry you into the temple, I'm afraid it will be a shame if the pilgrims see you." damage your reputation."

For the first time, Wuqing was tired of this word.

It is clear and innocent, but it is always confirmed that there is nothing wrong by evading.

Wuqing lowered his eyes, only to hear the little prince continue to say: "Tomorrow I will send someone to send some more Yulu glue, and the injured feet must be taken care of carefully."

Wuqing knew that Yulu glue was rare, not to mention that the young prince was also injured, he immediately shook his head firmly, "there is also medicine in the temple, the prince keeps it for himself."

Yun Chuxiu smiled helplessly: "I am the prince, there are many such things."

He wanted to reach out and touch the little monk's cheek, but found that his arm was numb and weak.

The sharp-eyed Wulu saw the two of them, and cheered and said, "Isn't that Junior Brother Wuqing?"

He waved at Wuqing, "Junior Brother Wuqing!"

Yun Chuxiu's thoughts were interrupted by this sound, and Wuqing's senior brothers ran towards the two of them.

After approaching, Wuchen saw clearly that the other person was the little prince, his joy was beyond words, and then he said unexpectedly: "My lord...you are not..."

Before he could say "Still grounded", he was stuffed back into his stomach by Wu Qing's "Senior Brother Wulu".

Only then did Wulu realize that the little prince had sneaked out, and scratched his bald head embarrassingly, "Amitabha, Amitabha, be careful with your words..."

Seeing that Junior Brother Wuqing, who had been missing for a whole morning, was hanging out with the little prince again, Wuchen couldn't help pinching the Buddha beads harder, and dismissed the other monks behind him, leaving only Wulu here.

Wuqing could only lean against the wall behind him, Wulu sensed his strangeness, and asked with concern: "Junior Brother, are you feeling ill?"

Yun Chuxiu answered for him: "The little monk went out to collect firewood from the temple and fell into the trap set by the Orion. It happened that the king passed by and picked him up."

Hearing that the young prince had hidden so many things, although he didn't know the intention, he chose to follow the young prince's heart and nodded to show that it was true.

Then he sighed secretly in his heart——since he got to know the little prince, he really made Ling Wuqing break the precepts repeatedly, just this lie, I don't know how many times he hit him.

Wulu believed it, and without further ado, he wanted to carry the sprained Wuqing back to the temple.

Wuchen looked Yun Chuxiu up and down, and inadvertently saw his obviously injured hand hidden behind him wrapped in a white cloth.

But Wu Chen pretended not to see it, he put his hands together and bowed to express his gratitude: "Amitabha, thank you for your help. The little monk will definitely chant scriptures and pray for the prince, and express my gratitude."

Yun Chuxiu said freely: "This king is familiar with all the masters, so there is no need to be so polite."

Wulu had already entered the meditation room with Wuqing on his back, and Wuchen also wanted to turn around and leave.

Yun Chuxiu raised the corners of her lips, and a voice of unknown meaning sounded behind Wuchen: "Has the injury on Master Wuchen's hand healed?"

Wuchen's footsteps suddenly stopped.

That day, Wulu fainted from blood, and only Wuqing saw everything by his side.Wuchen understands the ignorance of a pure heart, and will never tell the little prince these things.

How the little prince found out, that is his ability.

Wu Chen held the Buddha beads tightly and replied respectfully: "Your Highness said that the little monk was cut on the palm of his hand by a thief a month ago? Thanks to the good fortune of the Highness, the little monk has already recovered, so I don't worry about you."

Wuchen continued to walk forward, but his face became more and more gloomy.

Yun Chuxiu's voice continued to follow his steps, "I don't have any malicious intentions. Now that I have acquired a whole body of skills, I hope that master can protect Huishan Temple and Wuqing well."

Wuchen let go of the hand holding the Buddhist beads suddenly, and he let out a long sigh of relief, "Huishan Temple is the home of the little monk, and the little monk will definitely protect it, so there is no need for the prince to work too hard."

He didn't know where the courage came from, and turned his head to meet Shangyun Chuxiu's eyes, "The prince is a man in the world of mortals, if he is far away from Huishan Temple, those killings must not be able to find the pure place of Buddhism."

Wuchen bowed and left.

A bloody smell suddenly rushed into the throat, and then the blood spit out from Yun Chuxiu's mouth, his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground...