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Chapter 151 Five Stone Bows, Red Thread Knife, Two Pairs of Master and Disciple

Two thousand cavalrymen charged forward, their horses' footsteps sounded like thunder, the earth trembled slightly, like a sharp knife breaking through the snow curtain, brazenly stabbing towards Zhao Wumian who was standing alone in front of Hequ City. Anyone who saw it would feel despair.

The Rong people are good at riding and shooting, which means they can charge on horseback and shoot arrows through the air from a hundred steps away.

What's more, Wuerji knew that it would be very risky to go straight into Jin, so the soldiers he brought with him were the elites among the elites, and the horses he rode were the best horses picked from thousands of miles away on the grassland. Although they were not as good as Zhao Wumian's thousand-mile horse, the difference was not that big. It can be said that every cavalryman present was a brave man who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The only armies in the world that could fight the Rong cavalry head-on were the Beiyun cavalry under the command of the King of Yan and the vanguard cavalry at the border of Jin.

Therefore, it would be an exaggeration to say that it is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot for a warrior who is not even at the Wu Kui level to face these two thousand cavalrymen. After all, no matter how good a fighter he is, his internal energy and physical strength will be exhausted.

Even if he had connected to the bridge of heaven and earth and his internal energy was endless, and he was chopping off two thousand people's heads with a steel knife, with high concentration, sooner or later his mind would relax and he would be hit by hidden arrows and hidden guns... However, there is currently no record of a martial arts champion who could fight against ten thousand alone, and no martial arts champion would be stupid enough to be surrounded and attacked by a large army. After all, if he can't win, he can't run away, right?
That's why Luo Shuzhi wanted to use tens of thousands of Jin troops to test the strength of the grassland national teacher Wudamu. As for Zhao Wumian, even if two thousand wild boars rushed towards him, they would have to be chopped to pieces, not to mention that these were two thousand elite cavalry... They could even wear him out, but he was not completely prepared.

Zhao Wumian was less than a mile away from the Rong people. Under the full-force charge of the cavalry, in less than a few breaths, Zhao Wumian could even see the dirty yellow teeth of Urji in the front as he grinned.

At the same time, arrows like stars in the sky were whizzing towards him.

Facing the Central Plains people, the Rong people would not talk about morality. It would be right to bend the bow and shoot a wave of arrows before they get close. In the night, the arrows were even more hidden and hard to find. He could only see them clearly when Zhao Wumian was within ten steps. However, he was not injured by the arrows. He raised his sword and blocked the arrow with a "ding ding ding". You could vaguely see a piece of dark purple silk wrapped around the handle of the sword.

Zhao Wumian was holding the sword as if he were holding silk. He only needed to transfer his inner breath into the silk and he would feel something in his heart. A mysterious feeling passed through his palms and spread throughout his body. Then the blood flow in his body immediately accelerated and his heartbeat was beating many times faster than usual.

Logically speaking, with such a fast heart rate, Zhao Wumian should have bled from all seven orifices and exploded to death on the spot, or at least his whole body should have turned red and veins bulged, as if he had taken a large dose of stimulants. However, he did not feel any discomfort, just like usual. The only thing that made him feel wrong was that the two thousand cavalrymen in front of him were moving so slowly.

Zhao Wumian understood that this was the effect of the 'Red Silk of Naraku'. It was like the long river of time rushing forward, but Zhao Wumian was the only one who could sail downstream because he held the Red Silk of Naraku. Apart from him, the rest of the people were all dried bones outside the river.

When it comes to usage, Zhao Wumian is the only one being 'fast forwarded', with his speed and reaction increasing exponentially. Doesn't it seem that the cavalry has slowed down?

But how much faster it is is not simply calculated by how much internal energy is used... There is obviously still a lot of room for exploration in its usage, for example, controlling the speed, and for example, being so precise as to where it acts.

Zhao Wumian made a rough calculation and found that he was currently about 1.5 times faster than usual... so this Rong man would naturally be 1.5 times slower in his eyes.

With such an effect, it is no wonder that he was able to escape from the Ouchi after stealing the red silk from Naraku... The improvement in combat power caused by this effect is truly terrifying, but the side effects are too great.

The red thread of Naraku can not only shorten one's lifespan, but also spontaneously deduce one's memory. Don't you see that Xu Ran has a split personality?

But why didn't anything come out of my mind? Did I use it too much at that time, causing my brain to enter a protective mechanism, which caused me to lose my memory and thus become resistant?
Obviously impossible.

Zhao Wumian held up the sword in his hand, one hand tightly grasping the handle, and the other hand stroked the clear blade. His expression was calm, but he felt doubtful, and then he suddenly remembered something.

He rummaged in his bosom with his other hand and took out a green jade pendant with a dragon pattern... This was the treasure he obtained from the Glazed Tower after helping Xiao Xitian eliminate the spies.

According to Master Dongxuan, this jade pendant is the treasure of the Southern Chen Kingdom before Jiazi year, and it can protect the Lingtai from being disturbed... Lingtai, to put it simply, is the brain.

Could this be the effect of this jade pendant? If so, even if this jade pendant is not the Nine Bells, it is still a treasure of heaven and earth that is as important as the Nine Bells!
If this is the case, then Zhao Wumian would have been immune to more than half of the side effects of the Naraku Red Silk. As for the so-called shortened lifespan, how much could it shorten as long as it is not used frequently?
But to Wuerji and a group of Rong people, this was quite entertaining.

"Why are you playing with jade again?"

"Waiting to die?"

"There's no horse, no way to escape, isn't that the only way?"

While he was thinking, Wuerji had already rushed to the front and crossed the distance between him and Zhao Wumian in just a few breaths.

He also had a thousand-mile horse under his crotch. After all, all of Dali's thousand-mile horses were snatched from the grassland, and they were a specialty of the Rong people. However, he still kept half a body length away from the soldiers behind him and did not get too excited. No one who could lead thousands of troops was stupid.

Seeing that Zhao Wumian was still fiddling with his broken jade pendant, Wuerji's eyes showed a little doubt, thinking, he was so confident, was there really no problem?
But since he was already so close, there was no reason to retreat. The spear in his hand, thanks to the speed of the horse under his crotch, had reached an extremely terrifying force. He was confident that he could pierce through not only a person, but even a steel plate.

"Boy! Die!"

In the blink of an eye, the spear pierced the air, creating a whistling gust of wind and heading straight for Zhao Wumian's chest. At this time, Wuerji was still more than one meter away from Zhao Wumian... At this distance, Zhao Wumian's sword could not reach him at all.

This is the natural advantage that cavalrymen armed with spears have over infantrymen. Not only are their weapons longer than yours, but they can also apply the power of the horse under their crotch to the spear.

And there are still two thousand such cavalrymen behind Urji.

But what happened next stunned all the soldiers present. They could clearly see that the spear was already three inches away from Zhao Wumian's chest. It was obvious that the next moment this pretentious and overconfident man in green would be skewered like a candied haws. However, he took light steps without exerting much force, and turned sideways in a leisurely manner. The spear brushed past his collar, but missed.

There was only three inches of space, how did this man dodge? Everyone present even thought they were dazzled.

Wuerji's eyes were even more confused, but he couldn't stop the BMW under his crotch. If he stopped, he would be trampled to death by his companions behind him. He saw the armored horse brushing past Zhao Wumian, and a flash of a knife suddenly passed by.

Zhao Wumian walked forward at a slow pace, still with a leisurely look as if he was sightseeing in a hurry, but he swung the sword in his hand suddenly at an extremely fast speed, but Wuerji was also a master of martial arts, and he immediately put away his gun and blocked it in front of his waist.

clang----

Wuerji's spear was no ordinary item and was not cut off by Wuhen's sword, but Wuerji took full advantage of the tremendous force. He only felt a huge force coming from his hand, and his tiger's mouth was instantly cracked, but the spear shaft suddenly hit his chest. The Qianli BMW continued to gallop forward, but he himself suddenly stopped and was then hit backwards by Zhao Wumian.

Behind Urji was a group of Rong cavalrymen. At this moment, they flew out, and their two-meter-tall burly figures smashed into the crowd like a cannonball.

This happened too quickly. A Rong man who was still sneering at the man behind him was hit by Wuerji before he could react. The two of them fell to the ground instantly, surrounded by horse legs. Seeing that the son of the state teacher was about to be trampled to death by his own horse, the other Rong men hurriedly pulled the reins, almost using brute force to tilt the heads of the horses under their crotch.

That's why Urji was not trampled to death, but many cavalrymen still fell to the ground, wailing continuously, and the orderly formation was instantly disrupted.

For cavalry versus cavalry, the moment of charge is the deciding factor.

Now that the charge formation has been disrupted by Urgi, the threat is undoubtedly greatly reduced.

Among these two thousand cavalrymen, only Wuerji can be called a master. Although the other Rong people are good at charging into battle formations, they are not qualified to compete with Zhao Wumian.

But Zhao Wumian did not slack off. The moment he drew his sword, he already realized something was wrong... His speed and reaction were faster, but correspondingly, he consumed more physical energy.

Although Naraku Hongsi pressed the 'speed up button' for you, it is still your physical strength and bones that support your speed... That's why Zhao Wumian used the smallest movements possible to fight, so that his physical strength could last a little longer.

Zhao Wumian was still estimating the strengths and weaknesses of Naraku Hongsi in his mind, but his hands did not slow down at all. He chopped Urji away with one knife, then tightly grasped the sword, and in an instant, the sword lights flashed everywhere.

In order to save energy, Zhao Wumian did not even walk forward. He only moved when avoiding the cavalry attack. Therefore, at a glance, two thousand cavalrymen instantly submerged Zhao Wumian like a tide, and then continued to rush forward on their own.

But in the 'black tide', the 'puff puff' sound of blood entering the flesh was incessant, and countless flashes of blood suddenly appeared in the 'black tide'. When the last Rong cavalry passed by Zhao Wumian, he was cut in half by a knife and looked back.

But the white snow on the ground had now turned into a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Nearly a hundred Rong soldiers' corpses were piled up at Zhao Wumian's feet. Those corpses had been trampled into bloody mud by the other Rong soldiers' BMWs, and they no longer looked like humans.

On the other hand, Zhao Wumian’s shirt was soaked with blood. With a normal charge, the opponent would have been almost defeated after one round. But at this moment... this group of Rong people didn’t even know how much of Zhao Wumian’s blood was his own... Or was it that Zhao Wumian was not even injured at all?
No one knows.

As soon as Wuerji landed, he was forcibly pulled back onto his horse by one of his lieutenants. Now that a round of charge was over, he flew back to find his own horse, holding a spear, looking back at Zhao Wumian with gloomy eyes, his expression changing from gloomy to uncertain.

The rest of the Rong people were almost scared out of their wits. They had been fighting for so many years, but they had never seen anyone survive the charge of two thousand cavalrymen.

Someone swallowed his saliva, his face showing horror, without any trace of the previous grin and mockery. He said: "My king, this Central Plains person is not like an ordinary person. No, why not wait for the national teacher to come..."

"Waste! If Abul has to handle everything, then what's the use of us? The bravery of us grassland warriors has been eaten by wolves now?" Urji shouted loudly and looked at the man with cold eyes.

After just one round of charging, nearly a hundred people died. If the enemy also had a thousand cavalrymen, it would be fine, but the enemy only had Zhao Wumian! With such a casualty ratio, it is no wonder that some Rong people wanted to retreat.

But they had just arrived in Jin, and their morale was high. However, when they met Zhao Wumian, they turned around and fled. The morale of the army would certainly be shaken. Once the morale of the army was scattered, not only would the combat effectiveness be greatly reduced, but when they returned to the grassland, they would be ridiculed by other generals of the same ethnic group and nailed to the pillar of shame.

He is the son of National Master Wuerji and the leader of three major tribes. He can die in battle, but he must never be a deserter, otherwise he will lose the face of the National Master.

I must not run away, but this Central Plains man seems a little strange...

Just as Wuerji was hesitating, Zhao Wumian waved the sword in his hand and spurted out blood. He turned around and looked at the man riding a horse not far away. When he heard Wuerji's words, his brows raised frivolously.

Abel?
The Rong national teacher Wudamu is just called Wudamu, what does this Abul mean? Perhaps this general is somewhat related to Wudamu? Even if not, being able to be the vanguard commander must have a good status in the grassland.

Must know something.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wumian took a few breaths and acted a little tired, mockingly saying, "The blood of the Rong people stinks. I'll have to take a bath for a day after I kill all of you beasts."

After these words were spoken, the slightly frightened Rong people all looked cold and angry.

If Wuerji wanted to lead the cavalry to plunder other villages, Zhao Wumian would not be able to catch up.

He came here to buy time, so he had to delay this group of cavalry. It would be best if he could kill them so badly that they were stripped of their armor or annihilated completely. He couldn't let them escape... He had to give them some hope of killing him.

But in fact, this tiredness was not entirely fake... After using 'Naraku Red Silk' to charge and kill once, Zhao Wumian had already consumed a lot of energy.

But even so, we can't let them escape.

Wuerji's eyes narrowed, and he tightly grasped his spear. "This man is already showing signs of fatigue. It is true that he is highly skilled in martial arts, but if two thousand warriors from the grassland rush forward and attack him for a few rounds, he will surely run out of energy and show his weakness, but I love my soldiers like my own sons..."

After that, Wuerji smiled coldly and waved his whip lightly, "Surround him, take the bows, and don't let him escape from our encirclement. But before the arrows in the quiver are used up, we don't need to charge and increase casualties. We should play it safe."

Hearing this, the Rong people, whose defense was almost broken, regained their confidence. They said, "We are no match for you if we charge head-on, but we can fight guerrilla warfare with you with the BMWs under our crotch and the strong bows in our hands. What can you do to us?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Rong man let out a long whistle and rode towards Zhao Wumian. Snow and mist flew everywhere as his horse's hooves stomped down, and the bow in his hand was like a full moon, keeping a certain distance from Zhao Wumian.

In the military, there is no martial ethics, winning is everything.

Urji is not a fool. Since he is unwilling to charge, the only thing he can do next is to fight a tug of war.

Let's see whether this group of Rong people will kill Zhao Wumian first through guerrilla warfare, or whether Zhao Wumian will kill them so badly that their morale will be broken and they will flee in panic.

Zhao Wumian took a deep breath and silently withdrew the internal energy from the Naraku Red Silk to save his energy. However, he suddenly stepped forward and his body shot out. In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of several feet and came in front of a Rong man. In front of his horrified sight, he chopped off his head with a knife, snatched the longbow from his hand with his other hand, then pulled him off the horse and took advantage of the momentum to jump back on the horse.

As soon as he got on the horse, he leaned down to avoid the two arrows shot from behind, reached out to pull out a feathered arrow from the quiver hanging on the horse's belly, clamped his legs against the horse's belly, tightened the bowstring in his hand, raised his hand and shot an arrow. Zhao Wumian didn't use the bow very often, so his accuracy was naturally not good, but there were too many Rong people surrounding him, so he only needed to aim in a general direction, and the arrow would instantly pierce the chest of a Rong man.

But Zhao Wumian only had time to shoot one arrow, and the next moment countless arrows suddenly shot towards him.

Zhao Wumian immediately activated the Naraku Red Silk, slapped the horse's neck with one hand, and moved his body several feet to the side. The tall horse staggered after being slapped, and the next moment was pierced by thousands of arrows in the heart, making a hole, and fell to the ground on the snow.

After dodging the rain of arrows, Zhao Wumian cancelled the Naraku Red Silk.

His reaction nerves were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, giving Zhao Wumian a feeling of nausea like motion sickness, but if not, his physical strength would only be depleted faster, and within an incense stick of time he would collapse to the ground and be slaughtered... If it was not necessary, there was no need to use the Red Silk of Naraku.

Only use it when necessary, it consumes less physical energy and is more likely to catch the opponent off guard.

Then he saw Zhao Wumian slashing at a Rong man with his sword. The Rong man was mentally prepared and just raised his spear. He thought that as long as he blocked this move and held Zhao Wumian for a moment, hundreds of arrows would be shot at him in the next moment. How could Zhao Wumian dodge? How could he block it?

But for some reason, Zhao Wumian's sword speed suddenly increased. A cold light flashed, blood splattered, and a head flew up. The Rong man's expression was still full of surprise and confusion.

With one blow of the sword, Zhao Wumian beheaded the horse. Before he could do anything else, he jumped to the side to avoid the arrow. If he had been a little slower, he would have suffered the same fate as the tall horse.

Wuerji knew how powerful Zhao Wumian was. Although he claimed that he loved his soldiers like his own sons, he actually just wandered around the edge and did not enter the encirclement at all. However, he could see the battle situation clearly.

The Central Plains warrior was like a death god descended to the earth, and he simply treated them, the Rong people, as grass to be mowed down. His speed was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and sometimes strange and hard to tell. Not only was it difficult for them to react and predict, they couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Wuerji's eyes twitched as he watched. He thought to himself, is this really a human reaction? The arrow was almost shot at him, but he was able to dodge it like a ghost. Why does it feel like this person is not of the same species as us?

Wuerji could only think that Zhao Wumian was a top master of light Kung Fu. Fortunately, he was not the best in martial arts. Human power is limited and he would eventually be exhausted.

Thinking of this, he sneered in his heart and mocked loudly, putting psychological pressure on Zhao Wumian, also to anger him and make him change his moves. "Do you really think that fighting in the rivers and lakes and charging into the army are the same thing just because you have some martial arts skills? Do you really think you can defeat a thousand people alone? I have killed too many Central Plains people like you who overestimate their abilities! When I capture you, I will not kill you, but find out your family members, capture them in front of you, and humiliate them..."

Urji was talking a lot of trash outside the encirclement, but Zhao Wumian remained calm and expressionless. He took this opportunity to familiarize himself with the use of Naraku Hongsi in actual combat, while he fought towards Urji without leaving any trace.

Snow and fog were flying, and as Zhao Wumian moved around, he would occasionally take out the bottle of poison from his arms and throw it out.

Most of these poison bottles contain poisonous mist that will kill anyone on contact.

There is no humanity or righteousness in a military charge, and it is even more impossible for Zhao Wumian to show mercy to these grassland barbarians.

He not only wanted to entangle them, but also wanted to kill all these two thousand Rong people here.

He didn't want to leave any one alive.

Before, no matter how good Zhao Wumian was at fighting, he could not have killed two thousand Rong people. But now there are Jiuzhong and a poisonous fog covering a large area, and he is immune to all poisons, so there is hope.

Outside Hequ City, shouts and screams were deafening, but inside Hequ City, the situation was not peaceful either.

The governor of Hequ County was sweating profusely in the middle of winter. He stood on the city wall and called on his soldiers to help the people escape to the east.

But there were 100,000 people in Hequ, and it had only been less than half a day. It was impossible to evacuate them all, and there were not enough horses, donkeys and camels, so they could only do it step by step.

Hequ is less than a hundred miles south of Piantou Pass, so the Hequ County Magistrate was worried when he saw the smoke signals, thinking that something was wrong. However, before it got dark, an extremely beautiful woman in white clothes and fox fur coat came to him and almost put a sword to his neck, forcing him to release food and horses and use all his resources to help the people in the city escape.

Ningwu Pass is more than a hundred miles east of Piantou Pass. As long as we can enter Ningwu Pass, we will be safe.

Of the three famous outer passes, the Rong tribe had only been able to break through the Piantou Pass over the years because of the prince's attempt to reduce the power of the vassal states and to lure the enemy. If they really wanted to break through Ningwu, it would take them at least a month.

A month or so would be enough time for the rest of the troops in Dali to come to Jin to provide support.

This is the key reason why the prince would rather give up Piantou Pass and carry out this vicious plan... He is completely fearless.

The county magistrate originally thought that this fairy-like woman in fox fur was trying to frame him, but he never expected that the Rong tribe would send vanguards to kill him that night.

Hequ is a small city with exactly one thousand garrison troops, but they are all old, weak and sick. Their only purpose is to maintain order in the city. The real elite troops are all in Piantou Pass.

Just when the county magistrate was almost frightened to death, he saw a young man alone stopped two thousand Rong people. He was surprised and delighted.

He subconsciously asked: "Hey, lady, don't we need to help that young man?"

Mu Li'er held the sword in her hand, standing on the city wall, looking at Zhao Wumian and wishing she could go down and help him. She and her disciple could kill the Rong people together, and even if they died together, she would be worthy of the word "hero".

But Zhao Wumian had used the poison from the purple-clothed woman. When he went there, the purple-clothed woman had said in a serious tone that this poison was her most precious treasure and anyone who came into contact with it would die. There was no antidote and no one present could resist it except Zhao Wumian.

Mu Lier had no choice but to stand far away for the time being.

Seeing that Wuerji was talking trash, his voice was so loud that Mu Lier could hear it from three miles away. Mu Lier's face instantly turned gloomy, but she looked at the county magistrate coldly, "You haven't found the seven-stone bow I asked you to find yet!?"

The county magistrate was frightened by Mu Li'er and broke out in a sweat again.

"Oh my aunt, one stone weighs sixty kilograms. For ordinary archers, using a two-stone bow and ensuring accuracy within a hundred steps is already the best. Even the Rong people who are good at riding and shooting can only use a three-stone bow. Who in our small town can use a seven-stone bow? And even if there is, you are three miles away from there, and the arrow cannot be shot there. Even if you can shoot there, it will not be accurate. Why bother..."

Before he finished speaking, a suspicious voice sounded behind them, "Then, that person is Zhao Wumian!?"

Looking back, I saw a middle-aged man with a pale face and weak legs sitting on a rack, being carried onto the city wall.

At this moment, he was looking outside the city with an expression of disbelief.

"Oh, Sixth Master, why don't you run away quickly? What are you doing on the city wall? Ever since your legs and feet were injured by that thief Zhao Wu..." The county magistrate greeted the largest local tycoon in Hequ City with a big smile on his face, but he choked on the spot while saying halfway through, and his face turned purple.

"That young man is Zhao Wumian!? The Zhao Wumian who offended the prince, sneaked into the palace, and escorted the princess!?" The county magistrate was so shocked by the news that he almost jumped up.

Mu Lier looked at Sixth Master coldly, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, "I know you...what? Do you want to take this opportunity to take revenge?"

The Sixth Master did not care about what Mu Lier said. He just stared blankly at the deafening scene outside the city. After a moment, he came to his senses and said in a deep voice:

"My lady, I, Wang Zhengliu, have made money all my life and done countless heartless things, but I can still distinguish between the interests of my country and my family when facing foreign enemies! It's not for anything else, but because my father was also a border guard and a centurion, but he was killed by these dogs!"

As he spoke, Master Liu excitedly slapped the armrests of the shelf hard, making a clapping sound.

"Zhao Wumian has a grudge against me because he stole the Bi Bo Spear that the prince gave to my father." He took a few breaths, extremely emotional, and said, "But he is actually standing in front of Hequ to kill those damn Rong people. I admire him from the bottom of my heart now!!!"

"Lady, don't you want a seven-stone bow? Hequ doesn't have it! I don't have it either, but I have a five-stone bow! That was left by my father! Not only the bow, but also armor! Do you want it, lady? " Sixth Master looked at Mu Lier with red eyes.

Mu Lier looked him up and down and said, "You look more like a human being than that beast in the East Palace right now... bring me the bow."

"Bring the bow!" Sixth Master roared to the servant behind him.

After a while, someone took out a clean and well-maintained longbow and quiver.

Mu Lier took the longbow and quiver, then flew to Hequ City and found a carriage, inside which were the unconscious Su Qingqi and Luo Xiangzhu.

Master Xuan Cang and the woman in purple are also here.

She said to Liu Yeqin who was driving the horse, "Master, remember to protect Miss Su and Xiangzhu. You guys go to Ningwu Pass first, and I will meet you with Wumian later."

Liu Yeqin had a complicated expression. "If Xiangzhu dies, King Yan will be furious. Dali is already in such a mess right now, and it can't tolerate any more shocks... Are you sure you don't want to come with us?"

What Liu Yeqin meant was that this place was too dangerous. If Mu Lier and Zhao Wumian stayed here, they might really die. These two thousand people were just the vanguard, not the Rong army.

Compared to Zhao Wumian, Liu Yeqin obviously cares more about her apprentice who she brought up.

  When Mu Lier became her apprentice, she was only ten years old.

In her heart, Zhao Wumian could sacrifice his life for the country, but Mu Lier couldn't, and she didn't want to.

Mu Lier smiled slightly and answered briefly: "I am Master's disciple, but Wumian is also my disciple."

After she finished speaking, she stopped talking and flew out of Hequ.

The poisonous fog is everywhere and it is impossible to get close, but can't Mu Lier use a bow and arrow to help remotely?

Liu Yeqin looked at Mu Lier's back with a complicated expression. After a moment, she smiled helplessly, "She is already a 26-year-old girl."

"Donor Mu originally planned to personally protect Princess Xiangzhu as she went to Ningwu Pass. We should have set off when we came down the mountain, but now we have dragged our feet until now," Master Xuan Cang said with a smile, "It seems that she has figured it out."

"Um……"

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Yeqin rode away.

The woman in purple sat in the carriage, looking out the window. She was silent for a long time, then she gritted her teeth and jumped out of the carriage.

Liu Yeqin was surprised and asked: "What's this, girl?"

The purple-robed woman did not turn around, but replied calmly:
"I'm not familiar with you guys, and I don't trust you... I'm going to help Zhao Wumian too."

Liu Yeqin blinked her eyes. The implication was that if you couldn't trust us, you could only trust Zhao Wumian, right?

She continued, "How can the young lady help? Wumian relies on the Nine Bells to move freely among the two thousand cavalrymen. If it were an ordinary master, he would have died long ago."

"You don't have to worry about it."

(End of this chapter)