The priest is a loser

The two continued to set off for Youzhou. After a few days, Liu Qiuan stayed in the carriage so much that it almost grew mushrooms.Mu Changxian had no choice but to drive the horses to a nearby post station, and replaced them with two fast horses.

After riding for about three or five days, Liu Qiu'an wanted to go back to the carriage again, but remembering what he had said, he felt that he would lose face by telling Mu Changxian, so he secretly did something bad while Mu Changxian was asleep, and let him go on purpose horse.

In the early morning, with arms crossed, he plausibly and brazenly climbed onto Mu Changxian's horse. Mu Changxian raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. He kissed his hair, yelled, and continued on his way.

Liu Qiuan leaned back against Mu Changxian's chest, and filled his pockets with red, white, and blue wild flowers picked on the road. He grabbed Mu Changxian's hair and put it on his shoulders, black and white. His hair was tangled together, and he affixed wild flowers to Mu Changxian's hair, showing it to Mu Changxian as if offering a treasure. He took out a crimson flower and gently inserted it between his hair.

After another half a month, the white dew is white and the autumn equinox is full of rice.

They rested in the teahouse and learned about the important events currently happening in Jianghu from various sources. Swords, chariots and horses were also ignited.

At that time, the burning fireworks on the cliff could be clearly seen in the distance.

The other thing is that Qin Mi, the son of the Qin family in Yundian, disappeared, even if the Fengfeng Tower was dispatched, he could not be found.Patriarch Qin was furious and sent his retainers and disciples to conduct a comprehensive search, but there was no whereabouts. This matter even alarmed the Wulin League.

The owner of Fengyulou, who was seriously injured, held on to his consciousness and personally took care of the disappearance of his son Qin Mi, but finally passed out on the road and temporarily retreated to Fengyulou in Youzhou to recuperate.

When Mu Changxian heard about it, his face was expressionless, only the tip of his eyebrows moved slightly.

Seeing his appearance, Liu Qiu'an couldn't help saying, "Your good brother is injured."

Mu Changxian looked at him sideways, "Do you care about him?"

Liu Qiu'an's gums were made weak by his sour tone, and he quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Now, they were only a few days away from Youzhou, and the two of them rested for another day. Mu Changxian bought a lot of delicious snacks for Liu Qiuan, picked Liu Qiuan who was still sleeping soundly on the horse, and started on his way.

Afterwards, Liu Qiuan was awakened by a jolt and the harsh sound of swords.Between swords, lights and swords, he subconsciously hugged the horse's neck, glanced behind him, a plum blossom dart flew past him, leaving a fleeting cold light, he was completely awake, and wailed: "Wow~ Mu Changxian! Did you steal someone's wife!!"

Mu Changxian was holding the rein with one hand, while the other hand was holding the blood-stained long sword at his side. Amidst the rumbling wind and cranes, he keenly caught the sound of breaking through the air from behind. He put his arms around Liu Qiuan's waist and let go. The reins, abandoning the horse and leaping onto the branches, narrowly avoided a swinging sword.

He made Liu Qiu'an sit on a thick branch, shook off the blood on the sword, and turned to face him.In a blink of an eye, he still remembers answering Liu Qiuan's nonsense at that time: "No."

Liu Qiuan made do with aggrieved hugging the tree trunk, followed Mu Changxian's white figure with his eyes, and the two people who followed closely attacked together with the man who just wanted to cut off their waists. There is a tacit understanding between each other, as if teachers come from the same school.Mu Changxian dodged a few plum blossom darts and held up the two swords that attacked in the chaos. Instead of retreating, he advanced and counterattacked with different moves. Youlong.

Under the pressure of his sword moves one after another, the three of them lost the rhythm of coordination and gradually lost the wind. Liu Qiuan saw Mu Changxian's swordsmanship for the first time, and couldn't help but opened his eyes and watched carefully. Can't help but praise, fluttering like the wind returning to the snow, could this be the Qingfeng School's sword technique?

Just as he was staring at Mu Changxian intently, among the three, the woman with the plum blossom dart suddenly looked up at him.An indescribable chill rose from Liu Qiuan's back.When he reacted, a plum blossom dart was already in front of him, and he could still clearly see the sunken lines on it.