As soon as Tieliangshan left the gate, a sword energy suddenly struck him. Tieliangshan immediately rolled to avoid it, not forgetting to protect the young master tightly in his arms.

On the thatched roof, an assassin in black is holding a soft sword, neither yin nor yang, with a playful smile on his face.

Tieliangshan is facing a formidable enemy and is the top assassin of the "Oriole", the royal espionage organization.

The assassin in black smiled slightly, his voice was soft and sharp, extremely harsh.

Tieliangshan has a sword across its chest, always on guard.

The assassin in black mocked: "You are just a coachman and you want to run away with the prince's concubine. Oh, by the way, she is also a spy of the Southern Tang Dynasty. You are really tired of living."

Tieliangshan snorted coldly, "Don't talk about things that are neither male nor female. Madam was framed. When the prince comes back, I will give you justice."

The black-clothed assassin laughed and said, "What kind of lady are you? She is nothing more than a traitor. Under the order of His Highness, the two of them will be killed on the spot. Tieliangshan wants to give you a chance to redeem your merits because we have some friendship."

, kill those two bitches, and I will plead with the sect master to spare your life."

Tieliang Mountain remained unmoved.

The woman took a step forward and retorted righteously: "If I am really a spy of the Southern Tang Dynasty, why did you kill me without trial? Could it be that you want to kill someone to silence me? The queen steals the talisman and the prince mobilizes troops, which is tantamount to conspiracy. If you are loyal to

Your Majesty, when you come back and hand me over to your Majesty for interrogation, you will definitely get justice for me."

The black-clothed assassin smiled softly and was extremely cold, "You are a libelous bitch. You are indeed an eloquent bitch who can charm the prince. Since ancient times, monks and bitches have not married. How can you make the prince make an exception for you? It is inevitable."

You have some ability. Leave all your words to the King of Hell."

The black-clothed assassin turned his head and looked sideways at Mount Tieliang, and sneered: "Stupid thing, I gave you a way to live but chose to die. Which of the dead soldiers who defected from the palace can survive?"

Tieliangshan suddenly felt a chill running down his back. He knew that it was himself that caused the whereabouts of his wife and young master to be exposed. There must be some kind of clues on his body that were tracked by the "Oriole". Tieliangshan didn't have time to think deeply, and shouted, "Mrs.

, take the young master to run away, I will support you here."

The black-clothed assassin sneered, "You're not too stupid. I know you're the one who attracted the pursuers, but it's just a dream to think that you can carry thousands of cavalry with me alone."

Before he finished speaking, the soft sword hit Tieliang Mountain's gate of life like a poisonous snake.

Tieliangshan drew his sword and the two of them fought together.

The woman hugged the young man and headed west. Smoke was billowing from the east, and large groups of iron cavalry were approaching. The young man's eyes always fell on Uncle Tie, who was not very tall but was as tall as a mountain. Some people would never see each other again.

The young man's eyes were filled with reluctance, trying his best to remember Uncle Tie's back and remember that this was Lujia Alley.

The young man struggled to land and said obediently: "Mom, I have gained strength after eating half a steamed bun. I will come down and run. Don't hold me."

The woman didn't have time to think, so she put the boy down, held the boy's hand tightly, and ran through the houses and alleys. She didn't dare to think about what to do next. She didn't know if she would be able to see the sun tomorrow.

How does Tieliang Mountain end?

After running desperately for two-quarters of an hour, the young man fell to the ground and fainted due to exhaustion. The woman picked up the young man with white lips and ran away without having time to check the young man's body.

In an instant, Fujia Alley was surrounded by Black Dog Battalion cavalry like iron barrels.

The woman was hiding in an uninhabited hut and kept silent. It was only a matter of time before she was caught.

Suddenly, there was the sound of horse hooves outside the house. The woman did not dare to move rashly, she only dared to widen her beautiful eyes and hold her breath.

Outside the door, a burly old man was leading a thin yellow horse, with a wine gourd on his waist. He seemed to be tired, so he sat under the eaves, took off the old gourd and drank heavily.

The woman thought again and again, struggled to get up, and opened the door. Her eyes were watery and pitiful.

The old man heard the sound and put down the gourd. He turned around and saw that the woman reluctantly put down the boy in her arms. The tears in her beautiful eyes were like broken beads scattered on the ground.

The woman knelt down decisively on the ground, pressed her left hand to her right hand, and kowtowed slowly to the ground. The burly old man slowly stood up and said, "Madam, why do you show such great courtesy to this old man?"

The woman slowly raised her head and said solemnly: "I know I will die today, but I beg the old gentleman to save my son's life."

The burly old man took off the wine gourd, took a sip of wine, and said calmly: "Could it be that the people captured by the soldiers in this city are the madam and the young master."

The woman nodded and bowed again: "I know that entrusting my son to you has put the old man's life in danger, but my son is still young, and I really can't bear to let him die now. Please forgive me for your recklessness, as long as he

If I can live, I will die without regrets."

The burly old man stood up slowly and helped the woman up, "Madam, I am just a person who has half of his body buried in the loess. If you believe in me, I will risk my life to save my child. I am alive, you are here."

My son is fine."

Just as the woman was about to bow again, she was stopped by the burly old man. The burly old man sighed and said, "Take another look at your child."

The woman cried suddenly, her eyes were dry and gushing down like a river bursting its banks, but her expression was as resolute as ever. She handed the young man in green shirt into the hands of the burly old man, and immediately turned around and ran away.

The old man vaguely saw a tear of blood falling from the woman's beautiful eyes, which was as dazzling as bright rouge.

Suddenly, the young man in green shirt woke up from his dream and shouted loudly: "Mother, don't go."

Inside the ruined temple, there were only a burly old man, a young man with a green shirt stained with mud, and a blazing fire.

The young man's cheeks were stained with tears. He woke up and was silent again. He just stared into the distance with his bright eyes, seeming to see his mother whom he had missed for a long time.

In fact, the boy's last memory of his mother was before he fainted. Everything that followed was told by the old man. Just a few words created a clear picture in the boy's dream.

The burly old man just drank heavily. The young man had not spoken for three days since he woke up, not even asking if his mother was alive. The burly old man did not speak much. He knew that the young man was protecting himself. If he didn't know the answer, he could still

Keep a tiny bit of hope, if

Knowing the answer will be even more painful.

The next day, it snowed heavily.

Snowflakes dance like dandelions all over the sky, and like light smoke, they tremble, rise and fall in the vast forest.

The burly old man led a skinny old horse and walked slowly on the misty snowy road. The young man in green followed slowly, biting his lips that were purple from the cold. The cloth shoes under his feet were already worn out, and the exposed toes were like a muddy path.

It was dark, and you could still vaguely see a trace of blood seeping from broken frostbite.

The two of them did not exchange any words during the whole journey. When it was time to eat, the old man threw back a steamed bun as hard as a rock and let it fall to the ground. The young man gently picked up the dirty steamed bun and stuffed it directly.

In the mouth, if you bite it hard, it will be crunchy. People who don't know the taste may think that this is some kind of delicacy. However, it is not a bad thing to say that it is delicacies from mountains and seas. The most delicious taste in the world is that of a hungry stomach.

The gloomy dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the boy saw the sun for the first time in twenty years of traveling. The sun was shining brightly and the snow was getting whiter.

The young man couldn't help but slow down. The sun shone on his body and he felt less cold. His body that was unconscious from the cold gradually gained a touch of warmth, and his lifeless heart began to burst out with a breath of life. The Walking Dead 2

The boy who had been living for more than ten days slowly woke up. Once he regained consciousness, the pain hit the boy's heart like an avalanche. Finally, he staggered and the boy in green clothes fainted on the road covered with thick white snow. A ray of sunshine shone on the eight-year-old boy.

The body is colorful.

The burly old man gently picked up the young man, took out a clean towel from the package, gently wiped the young man's cheek, and changed the young man into clean but huge clothes. The old man took out a belt and wrapped the large clothes around a swaddling baby quilt.

He usually wrapped the boy tightly and said to himself: "It's better to take a nap."

I don't know how long it took, but the young man felt a warm liquid flow into his lips. He slowly opened his eyes and found that the old man was feeding him fish soup. The young man pushed away the old wooden bowl with mottled vermilion paint in the old man's hand.

, most of the fish soup was spilled, and the old man looked distressed and did not blame the young man.

The boy was biting his lips tightly, which were no longer purple but still looked sickly white under the heat of the fire. Blood was oozing out. He didn't look scary, nor did he look like a child. His eyes were staring straight at him.

Old man: "Why do you want to save me?"

The old man took off the gourd from his waist, took a sip of wine, and said, "Entrusted by others."

The young man got up with difficulty, his extremely uncoordinated clothes scattered on the ground: "Is my mother still alive?"

The old man was silent and took a sip of wine.

The young man was also silent, his narrow eyes showed a ferocious look that should not be seen at this age, and a pure murderous aura filled the air. Before the young man knew it, the atmosphere of the mountain and forest changed accordingly, and birds and beasts scattered, all because of this.

There is murderous intent.

The young man in green shirt looked into the distance. The vast land was vast, just like his current state of mind, pale and powerless. Although the old man was silent, he had already told him the answer. In fact, in his heart, he had always known the answer, but he was just unwilling to face it.

My mother is dead.

Uncle Tie is dead.
Chapter completed!