Mo Zhi jumped from the outside of the village. At this moment, he felt that his body was as light as a bird. His whole body no longer felt as uncomfortable and agitated as before when the two energies of ice and fire were competing for dominance. He was even more happy in his heart. He saw Sun Yat-sen from a distance.

Qingyan was standing quietly at the entrance of the village, waiting for each other. Within a few moments, he arrived in front of Sun Qingyan.

"Young master, are you feeling better?" Sun Qingyan asked with a smile.

Mo Zhi swung his arms and felt an inexhaustible energy all over his body, and said: "It's better, it's even better than before! Doctor Huang, don't think he's a bit ugly, the medicine is really effective...

...Oh, by the way, Doctor Huang is no longer ugly!"

Sun Qingyan nodded and mentioned Huang Zhenheng, but he didn't smile too much. He just said: "Medicines and stones all have their own toxicity. Even famous doctors like Huang Zhenheng may not be able to communicate with the gods. Although you have been talking about it these days,

It's getting better, but you must remember that your internal breath is very weak now, so remember not to use your internal energy to stimulate the grain, this is a taboo, but you must remember it."

Mo Zhi scratched his head and said with a smile: "Remember, remember, Uncle Qingyan, you have to tell me this every day these days. I won't forget it even if I want to, even if someone attacks me with a knife.

come over......"

Sun Qingyan said first: "If someone wants to hurt you, how can I break up with him?"

When Mo Zhi saw Sun Qingyan in his heart, he felt a burst of joy and relief, but he also thought of Shen Muchuan, whose whereabouts were unknown, and then asked: "I don't know where Uncle Muchuan is now. If there is still a chance, can the three of us still do it?"

How nice it would be to travel around the world like before."

When Sun Qingyan heard this, he also smiled and nodded, and his memory unconsciously went back to the carriage that he had been on for a few months. Everyone drank, talked and laughed, traveled around the mountains and rivers, Shen Muchuan drank every day, and when he was hungry, he roasted lamb and cooked chicken.

If not for the sudden intervention of the Bounty Ranger, the three of them might have been able to get together for a longer time: "Old Shen... I have never seen him again since Jiang Yancheng, and I have only heard a few news about him.

I don’t know whether the rumors are true or not, and now who knows where he has gone to be unrestrained, but you are the successor of his swordsmanship, and he will still appear in front of you and me sooner or later."

Mo Zhi smiled and then recalled that the Thirteen Swords of Drinking taught by Shen Muchuan had only a superficial understanding of the changes in the techniques of the "Eight Awakening Swords". As for the subtleties of the remaining "Four Swords of Drunkenness", it is still unclear to this day.

I can't understand that since these swordsmanship cannot be used in the sect these days, it is quite crude. On the contrary, Yuxuanzong's swordsmanship is getting better and better day by day. Thinking of the time when Shen Muchuan protected him in dangerous places without retreating, he will

He was taught swordsmanship after a lifetime of hard work, and he couldn't help but feel guilty secretly.

Sun Qingyan seemed to know what Mo Zhi was thinking, and said with a smile: "You are in a strict place like Yuxuanzong, so it is understandable that Lao Shen's sword skills are temporarily put on hold, and he will not mind.

I'll pick it up when I have the opportunity in the future, let's go back quickly, Kuiling Village has to move out as a whole in the past few days, but it's very busy."

Mo Zhi nodded, and the two of them walked towards the village together.

It turns out that during these days in Kuiling Village, every family is packing their bags and preparing to leave. This is normal. When Huang Zhenheng practiced the Iron Grid Formation, it was to cut off ties with the Chivalry Alliance. The changes in the Iron Grid Formation were amazing, even if

Ten or eight linen disciples came together and were trapped to death. However, it was not as good as fate. This time, it was the young disciples of the Five Elements Sect who came together. Although this twist was beyond Huang Zhenheng's expectation, fortunately, Sun Qingyan, Mo Zhi and others came together.

People came to help, but they also had the opportunity to move out. Before Mo Zhi woke up, the whole village had been busy, and every household packed boxes and stolen carriages and horses in order to evacuate.

Mo Zhi looked around as he walked and saw smoke and dust everywhere and everyone was busy, so he asked: "The forces here are intertwined. Either the Beihuan tribe or the Chivalrous Alliance are watching. Where can these people retreat?"

Sun Qingyan shook his head and said: "We have asked, but Huang Zhenheng did not disclose it. Since we accept their help, we only need to be responsible for escorting them to their designated location."

Mo Zhi said: "But I always feel that this Doctor Huang is weird, don't..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a wisp of wind, sand and smoke rising from the northwest. Looking from a distance, although it was only a thin line, it came very suddenly. In a trance, he saw a group of black people rushing out of the smoke. , but they were still far apart, so they couldn’t see the actual clothes. However, when Sun Mo and Sun exchanged glances, they both shouted that something bad was going on, because Kuiling Village was already deep in the desert in the northwest. If another army and horses rushed out from the northwest, , I am afraid that 80% of them are from the Beihuan tribe.

Sure enough, as the army and horses marched fiercely, bursts of foreign pastoral songs came to my ears. I saw that this group of army horses was not very large in number, only about a dozen people, but each of them was tough and rugged, and his body was strong. Wearing long furs of animal skins, horses with scimitars on their sides, iron bows across their backs, and fierce horses neighing joyfully under their crotches, they came galloping with a desert whirlwind, almost as if they were wrapped in the wind and sand, standing together in this remote village Suddenly, dozens of war horses neighed together, which was very coercive.

When Mo Zhi saw the strength of this team, he couldn't help but secretly sighed: "Everyone has said that the Beihuan tribe is good at riding and shooting, and everyone is good at fighting. That night they fought no more than stragglers, and it was extremely difficult to fight. Now this team The troops are even more terrifying than what we saw that night. Fortunately, Beihuan has been scattered in the desert for many years and has never been unified. If they were unified together, with this kind of fighting strength, there would be wars at the border again."

I saw this troop arriving in front of the village, but they were not in a hurry to dismount. Instead, the geese lined up. The leader, holding a green yak knot, rode forward on the horse. Although this man could speak the dialect of the Central Plains, he also spoke very well. It was stiff and suffocating. Mo Zhi and others guessed as they listened, and then they came up with a general idea: "I am following the order of the Beihuan Tian Clan, the Alu Tai Tribe's great king. Your village, please pack your bags and follow me into the desert. Let’s set off in three days.”

At this moment, everyone in Kuiling Village had heard the noise and had gathered. Huang Zhenheng was the head of the village, so he naturally stood at the front, clasped his hands and said: "The village is remote and has few minds. The population is sparse and the body is weak. I am afraid that I will be neglected and sweat profusely." I hope the Great Khan will take pity on this beautiful horse, and I hope these hundred and ten women and children can be left here to fend for themselves."

The leader of the Beihuan people snorted and said: "We, the great king of Alutai tribe, just thought that you would turn into bones sooner or later waiting in this wild wasteland, so we sent God's grace to invite you to go into the desert to drink horses and hunt together. , why don’t you thank God and come with us?”

Seeing this man's arrogance and arrogance, Mo Zhi couldn't help but secretly said in his heart: "What kind of God's grace? Isn't it just kidnapping the people and serving them as slaves to herd sheep and horses in your tribe with herds of cattle and sheep? What kind of God's grace is that?" , it’s all nonsense.”

Huang Zhenheng cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, we feel pity for you, and we are deeply honored. It's just that our fate is low, and the village is mostly old, weak, women and children. If we travel a long distance, I'm afraid there won't be many left in the desert. Your Majesty, We are not blessed to receive the vast blessings from Heaven. I hope your envoy will report back to your Majesty, saying that we have a deep love for our hometown and cannot bear to be apart."

When the Beihuan people saw Huang Zhenheng's repeated excuses, anger appeared on their faces. The Beihuan tribe was not good at speaking and would attack with weapons at every turn. This time it was because the king of the Alutai tribe specifically told them not to force people from the Central Plains.

After being kidnapped, he had the patience to come to persuade him, but now he had no success. He gradually became angry in his heart. He turned around and murmured a string of Beihuan dialects. Upon hearing this, the remaining dozen Beihuan soldiers roared angrily.

, seemed very angry.

Mo Zhi and others didn't speak the Beihuan language, so they didn't know what was going on for a while, but seeing the Beihuan soldiers holding swords in their hands, no matter how stupid they were, they would have known that they had evil thoughts, and Sun Qingyan had long secretly

Holding three iron caltrops in his hand, Mo Zhi also guarded himself, but he had been told for many days not to use his true energy rashly, and now he did not dare to do anything without permission.

The soldiers in Beihuan were agitated, and a man came from the left riding a horse. This man was the tallest among all the people. The top of his head was shaved smoothly, leaving only a thick braid hanging on his shoulders. He rode forward.

, roaring and thundering at Huang Zhenheng, as if he was extremely angry. The war horse under his crotch followed the master's temper, and it was also a fiery temper. At this moment, it snorted repeatedly, spraying droplets, and kept stamping its hooves, pressing forward step by step.

We are no longer just a stone's throw away from Huang Zhenheng.

But in the early years, Huang Zhenheng was also the most famous doctor in the Central Plains who was sought after by everyone. At that time, everyone in the world knew that he had a strange temper. After the passage of time, his temper was no longer as weird and unruly as it used to be. But now, although he is much calmer, he still has a golden heart.

, seeing the Beihuan people bully me at this moment, I thought about how much I had suffered from being useless in these deserted villages over the years, and now I felt a reluctance to retreat. At this moment, I actually stood with my head high and stood motionless.

Like a mountain, he possesses martial arts skills. At this moment, he stands still and condenses, with a majestic posture. His eyes widen, which is strange and fascinating. The war horse is originally arrogant. At this moment, his knife-like gaze pierces the soul, and he can't help but raise his head and fall back.

A few steps.

The people of Beihuan have always dismounted their horses and galloped freely with the swords in their hands. They were extremely confident in the art of horse control. The man in front of the horse was a warrior in the tribe, and the horse he was riding was also a good horse. Where was he at this moment?

Anticipating that Huang Zhenheng would look up at him, he felt extremely timid, and suddenly the horse retreated. The man was unsteady, swaying from side to side, and almost fell off the horse. Fortunately, he had lived on horseback for many years, and he had long been able to control the horse as usual.

, at this moment, he forcibly stabilized his body to prevent him from falling off the horse, but his body was swaying like this, which was a great loss of face, and his face was very tarnished. Even everyone behind him screamed in surprise.

The man just steadied himself, his big face flushed slightly, and then he became angry with embarrassment. He roared and grabbed the reins, and lifted it up hard. His arms were as thick as iron chains, extremely rough and strong, and extremely powerful. The fierce horse

Although he was born fat and strong, he couldn't resist his brute force. He immediately neighed and raised his hooves. His two huge front hooves stepped on the horse under the gravity of the air. At this moment, Huang Zhenheng was in front of the horse, under the giant hooves.

, there is no way to survive.

Huang Zhenheng's eyes trembled, and he quickly stepped away. Mo Zhi had only known that he had martial arts skills before, but as soon as he saw him take a few steps back and his movements were extremely slippery, he could already see that this man's Qinggong attainments were not weak. Huang Zhenheng stepped forward.

Turning and dodging to the side, the giant hooves of the war horse stampeded hard, causing the ground to tremble slightly. The Beihuan soldiers originally thought that Huang Zhenheng was so thin that there would be no way to survive under this trampling, but they didn't expect that in the smoke and dust, the thin old man was still there.

Stand in front of you and smile at each other.

This made the soldier even more angry. He had been charging for many years and took the lead in conquering countless tribes in the desert. Many desert warriors died under his iron hoof. Among these people were those who slaughtered tigers with their strength and killed sand with their fists.

There are also wolves, but the old man in front of him has a standard Central Plains person's thin appearance, but he retreated completely under this angry stampede. Not to mention that he was shocked, and together with the soldiers behind him, they all

They were very surprised and shouted loudly.

The leading man heard the shouts from the people behind him. Some of them shouted strangely, some said that the people from the Central Plains were good at sorcery, and some of them wanted to watch the excitement. They became even more angry in their hearts. He raised his hand and saw that

He held a long horse whip in his hand. This long whip was made of woven cowhide. It was very tough and strong. It whirred in the air and rolled into a circle like a soft stick. The soldier shouted loudly and the long whip was raised in the air.
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