small rivers and lakes

Zhong Yi said: "Let all your people go back."

The muscles on Chang Fengjun's face twitched twice, and he said angrily, "Stand back!"

The subordinates were well-trained, they immediately stopped their attacks, and retreated silently behind him, holding weapons in their hands, as if they were ready to fight again at any time.

Zhong Yi said, "I want three horses."

Chang Fengjun said: "Give it to him."

Ming Ri Ge is from Chang'an, and has a close relationship with the Northwest Racecourse. The horses he rides are fat and well-known horses outside the Great Wall. Zhong Yi glanced at the horses, and said to Le Wuyou, "Get on the horse."

Le Wuyou nodded, turned over and jumped onto the horse.

After Su Yuhen got on his horse, Zhong Yi forced An Ji to ride with him.

Just as he was about to get on his horse, Chang Fengjun suddenly said: "I have let you go, leaving Ji'er behind!"

Zhong Yi laughed: "Master Chang was joking, how can I return the hostages to you before we can guarantee safety? What if Master Chang suddenly gets into trouble after I put the young leader down, wouldn't I not even have the capital to tear up the ticket?" No more? Don't worry, as long as I feel that there is no future trouble, I will let the young leader go home, and I will do what I say. You and I have worked together for many years, and Chang Gezhu should have this confidence in my character."

Chang Fengjun's face was ugly, he pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Change a hostage."

"what?"

"Leave Jier behind," Chang Fengjun said indifferently, "change Zixuan."

The last rays of the setting sun disappeared into the sky, the mountains and forests in late autumn were silent, and the smile on Zhong Yi's face gradually disappeared. He indifferently glanced at An Ji, who was full of shock and slipped his words, and turned his gaze to the young man standing beside Chang Fengjun.

There was no expression on Chang Zixuan's face, neither surprise nor sadness. He stood in front of the array with a long body, brocade robe and golden crown, neither sad nor happy. Spotted streamer stars.

Zhong Yi said: "Master Chang knows what will happen if he is a hostage?"

Chang Fengjun said: "You just said that I should trust your character."

"That being said, does Pavilion Master Chang really believe it?" Zhong Yi said with a smile, "I took the hostages to gain a chance of life, and when I fled to a safe place, it was better to let the hostages leave at the risk of revealing their whereabouts." , or is it better to kill with one sword?"

Anji, who was pressed by Zhong Yi on the horse's back, finally found his voice, and immediately shouted: "Uncle! You can't change it! I don't agree! I, Anji, are not greedy for life and afraid of death!"

Chang Fengjun looked at his son beside him, and said indifferently, "My son is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

"Not bad." Chang Zixuan said softly, raised his legs and walked forward.

His back was very straight, his figure was tall, proud and upright, a trace of extreme pride seemed to overflow from his bones, and he walked step by step to Zhong Yi's side.

Zhong Yi stretched out her hand.

Chang Zixuan put Liuguang Xingcai in his palm.

Zhong Yi put away the streamer and stars, waved his hand, touched his sleeping hole, and pulled Anji off the horse.

"No! I won't change!" Anji yelled, "Asshole Zhong Yi, I'll be a hostage! Let my cousin go back!"

"Don't make trouble, your good uncle loves you." Zhong Yi chuckled in his ear, waved his palm and pushed his back, and the palm wind supported him to stagger towards Chang Fengjun.

"No!" Anji yelled heart-piercingly, "I don't agree! Cousin! You come back! Uncle! Uncle! Let cousin come back!!!"

Chang Fengjun frowned impatiently, raised his hand and touched his sleeping point.The crying young master immediately rolled his eyes and fell backwards with his face up. Several subordinates quickly reached out to catch his body.

Zhong Yi held Chang Zixuan back onto the horse and let his stiff body lean back. He knew Chang Fengjun very well. Although he was the leader of a faction, he was not incapable of doing things like stabbing people in the back.

Le Wuyou reined in his horse, took a meaningful look at Chang Zixuan, sneered, and raised his whip: "Drive..."

The three horses galloped wildly, and they had gone dozens of steps in a blink of an eye.

Chang Fengjun stood where he was, calmly watching the horseshoes kick up the dust all over the sky.

A subordinate came to Chang Fengjun's ear: "Pavilion Master, just let them go like this? They are already at the end of their strength, this is a good time to wipe out Su Yuhen and Le Wuyou!"

Chang Fengjun's face was stern. Hearing this, he watched the galloping horse with empty eyes. He suddenly raised his right hand and made a gesture, and there was a sound of bow and string being drawn in his ear.

Xie Qing was startled and furious: "Chang Zixuan is your biological son!"

Chang Fengjun said indifferently: "This opportunity is not to be missed." After finishing speaking, he swung his right hand violently.

Zhong Yi blocked Le Wuyou's sword before, but now as the horse jolted, the wound was bleeding out, and he heard the whistling sound of breaking wind in his ears, like an auditory hallucination.

Suddenly, his expression froze, and he turned his head abruptly.

I saw dozens of long arrows carrying a large net, and they came up behind me very quickly, aiming directly at Su Yuhen.

"Overreach!" Su Yuhen snorted, patted the horse's head, and his body flew up lightly. He turned around lightly in the air and crashed into the big net. He pushed out his palms, his fingers bent like eagle claws, and only heard a harsh sound. There was a tearing sound, the big net was torn into powder in the blink of an eye.

The broken net was scattered in the air like a goddess, and when it fell, Le Wuyou smelled a strange smell in the air, took a deep breath, and said anxiously: "Be careful, evildoer! The Internet is poisonous!"

Su Yuhen had already landed back on the horse's back steadily, stretched out his hand to hold the rein, but let go with a snap, and looked at his hands in shock, only to see that the palms of his palms were black, obviously poisoned.

His hands are extremely notorious, no matter Quantai Yizhi or Bone-Selling Hand, they are like a horrific shadow deeply engraved in the hearts of the Jianghu people, making people shudder when they think about it.

So Chang Fengjun wanted to abolish his hands, even using such a despicable method as poisoning.

Zhong Yi reined in his horse and turned around, grabbed Chang Zixuan by the collar, and lifted him up. The bone of the folding fan, as cold as a blade, pressed against his throat, and looked at Chang Fengjun: "Believe it or not, I'm alive!" Killed your son!"

Chang Fengjun's eyes were indifferent: "It is my son's honor to be able to sacrifice his life for the stability of the martial arts."

Everyone suddenly realized why he offered to exchange Chang Zixuan for Anji as a hostage, because he had already prepared to sacrifice Chang Zixuan's life, and he had no intention of letting the three of them go as promised.

In his heart, his own son is not as good as his nephew?

"Damn it!" Le Wuyou was furious, Huo Di flew up from the horseback, mobilized his inner strength, turned around swiftly, and rushed back like a falcon.

Zhong Yi shouted: "Ayou! Don't be impulsive!"

Zhihuang let out a shrill sword cry, the sword light soared, bright as a thunderbolt, stabbing at the crowd with the force of thunder.

"Take him down!" Chang Fengjun raised his arms to fly, and his profound sword energy bloomed like thousands of flowers.

The two swords collided, and the sword energy burst out like a huge wave, and a strong wind suddenly blew up in the bleak mountain forest. In an instant, the air waves were surging, flying sand and rocks, and gravel flying horizontally, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

"Ayou!" Zhong Yi shouted hoarsely, galloping forward on his horse.

The dust in the sky gradually settled, Chang Fengjun and Le Wuyou stood facing each other, their swords were pierced into each other's body, the flying scene of Hua collar pierced deeply into Le Wuyou's ribs, while Zhihuang cut through and was caught by Su Yuhen The broken shoulder, the blade completely sank into his chest.

Chang Fengjun's hair was in a disheveled bun, his eyes were shocked, he looked at Le Wuyou incredulously, and when he opened his mouth, a steady stream of blood gushed out. Trick...for...why..."

Without saying a word, Le Wuyou pulled out the edge of the sword with a cold face, took a step back, put the sword back into its sheath, turned and walked back.

The steed ran to his side, Zhong Yi flew off the horse, picked up Le Wuyou, and hugged him in his arms.

Chang Fengjun's hoarse voice came from behind: "Everyone... go together! Kill them... save Zixuan..."

There was a loud killing sound, and the crowd eager to fight immediately rushed forward.

Le Wuyou suddenly broke free from Zhong Yi's arms, turned around quickly, snatched Anji back from someone's hand, and Zhihuang pressed against his neck.

Everyone froze.

Zhong Yi said: "Young Master Chang's life is not important, what about the Young Leader's? When An Guangsha blames him, how are you going to clear up the charge of the young leader's death due to ineffective guards?"

Chang Fengjun's entire gorgeous cloak was already stained with blood, his face was like gold paper, and he looked at Zhong Yi viciously: "Let go of Ji'er, I will let you go."

"The antidote." Su Yuhen came over and stretched out a hand, only to see that a bloody black hole had been corroded in the middle of the thin and thin palm.

"The antidote is not on me."

Su Yuhen stretched out his hand to pinch Anji's chin, and said expressionlessly: "I don't know if such a beautiful little face will be as ugly as other skeletons if the flesh is removed?"

Chang Fengjun said: "This poison is called Drunken Dream, and only the leader has the antidote."

"Drunken Dream..." Zhong Yi has naturally heard the name before, and knowing what he said is true, he pulled Anji from Le Wuyou's hand and threw it on the horse's back, "Then wait for Chang Pavilion Master to prepare the antidote before coming to pick him up." Your young ally."

After finishing speaking, the three of them jumped on the horse, pulled the reins, and the horse galloped away.

The yellow sand raised by the horse's hoof covered the sky and covered the sun, Chang Fengjun's knees softened, and he knelt on the ground suddenly, people were shocked: "Pavilion Master!"

"Trash!" Chang Fengjun was in unbearable pain, and said angrily, "Go back to the city immediately! Notify the leader! Damn..."

The three of them galloped all the way, heading west for tens of miles, Le Wuyou couldn't hold on any longer, suddenly a mouthful of thick blood spewed out, his body shook twice, and he fell off the horse.

"Ayou!" Zhong Yi flew over, picked up his body the moment it landed, and as soon as his palm touched his skin, he was shocked by the hot body temperature, "Ayou!"

He raised his eyes and saw that the night was falling in all directions, there was a desert of smoke and grass outside the city of Luoyang, and a few dots of desolate villages were scattered on the vast land.

Le Wuyou's body had to find a place to heal his wounds, so he didn't want to think about it. He hugged him with one hand, stimulated his inner strength, jumped up, and said quickly: "Guzhu Su, I'll go to the front and wait for you."

In an instant, it flew out towards the nearest village.

In recent years, there have been frequent wars and chaos in the village. Zhong Yi rushed into a deep alley and suddenly smelled an extremely strong and overbearing aroma of wine.

He suddenly looked up and saw a bright moon climbing over the willow branches.

After the bright moon and dusk, I was drunk with a mulberry wine alone.

It turned out to be the dilapidated courtyard that He Le Wuyou found after following the scent of wine.

The wooden door with peeling vermilion paint was closed tightly, Zhong Yi raised her hand and knocked a few times in a hurry, and said anxiously: "Is mother-in-law there? It is late at night and the dew is heavy, junior Zhong Yi, please borrow your place."

Creak... With the sound of a wooden shaft turning, the heavy wooden door quietly opened, and at the end of the bleak flower path under the moonlight, a gorgeous pomegranate dress came into view, and the hairpin woman was holding a dragon-headed crutch, staring at his arms expressionlessly. middle.

"Is this kid dead?"