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When the crowd finally walked out of the Xiaobai Valley, they thought back to the 13 soldiers who entered Youdie Ridge three days ago, but now there are only [-] left, and everyone is wounded, and their steps are heavy.

Tranquility broke off a few branches, and made two simple stretchers with Yan Lingxi. Four members of the Mo Bing Department who were less injured carried Li Qingzhou and Ye Fengting, while Cheng Tianya carried Li Qingzhou's Hanxi Dark Jade Qin, Yiqin's cold air temporarily suppresses Huangquan to prevent the outbreak of fire poison.Tranquility looked back at Youdie Ridge from a distance, "Did you really see through their central highland deployment from the very beginning?"

Yan Lingxi tapped the handle of the fan on his palm, his eyes were a little dignified, "If you really saw through from the beginning, how could the brothers be left with... saying that is nothing more than putting pressure on Luo Xing."

The road back to Jiangzhou from the Red Ant Slope is even closer, but the vegetation is deep and the sun is setting. The four Mohists walked slowly on the clouds.

"Oh? All three losers, how can you see that?" Mo Liang, who was sitting in the small car, still had a gentle smile when he spoke.

"The spearmen led by the Eleventh Young Master are actually the direct descendants of the Yan family, and now they are in charge of the third lady, otherwise they would never have recognized the signal of the Shihu bullet; if you let Luo Xing replace Ling Jiu, you must eliminate Ling Jiu's party members. Because This battle was particularly tragic, and if it wasn't for her best friend, she would never try her best to kill her. Therefore, three losers refer to the Eleventh Young Master's Mo Bing Department, Ling Jiu's loyal troops, and the forces of the Third Miss. Only the master, You can completely control the Yan family by yourself." Fu Mingchuan curled his lips.

"After the power of Miss San and Eleventh Young Master have been weakened, they don't have the confidence to fully control the Yan family, so I can check and balance it. Next, just continue to retreat behind the scenes until..."

"Until the other young masters grasp the major forces." For this sake, Fu Mingchuan also guessed the answer, and then he sighed again, "Oh."

Mo Liang looked at the setting sun on the western mountains and the scenery of Danxia Liufeng, "The ultimate goal is to promote the inkstone family, not personal gain or loss."

Fu Mingchuan looked helpless, "Master, Mingchuan knows."

There was neither sadness nor joy on Mo Liang's face, and he still smiled gently.

Fu Mingchuan said in a tentative tone, "The last question, they..."

"The four elephants are dead, the five elements are in harmony, and the six harmony is complete. The seven stars are in order, the eight trigrams are in place, and the ten directions are gone."

"..." Fu Mingchuan paused, then smiled wryly, "I didn't expect that besides Fifth Young Master, there would be three more..."

Mo Liang raised his hand suddenly, "He grew up as a Turk, so let's call him Luo Xing."

"Okay, okay, are you afraid that I will slip up in the future?"

"In the future? We can talk about it in the future."

"Huh? How long will that be?"

The sun is setting and the vegetation is sparse.At this moment, not only tired and exhausted, but also hungry and thirsty.Tranquility, who was the least injured, returned from the stream not far away and brought water for everyone.

"However, without that blood jade bead, we might not be able to get out of the Little Rabbit Valley." Yan Lingxi looked at the sword behind Ning Jingyuan.

"On this matter, shouldn't I thank Ye Mou?" Suddenly, Ye Fengting's elegant and peaceful voice sounded, and it seemed that he had woken up.

"Brother Ye, my two subordinates worked so hard to carry you on a stretcher, what more do you want to thank?" Yan Lingxi smiled calmly.

"Ye Mou still has Huangquan Candle in his hand, so he can still be alive. But Ye Mou saved your life, it's not too much to owe a favor." Ye Fengting took out the red bamboo flute from his arms, rubbed the round hole with his fingertips, and played Play a Qing song.

"Brother Ye is really admirable for using poison as medicine. Don't worry, knowing kindness and repaying it has always been a virtue that we believe in. Brother Ye can rest assured." Yan Lingxi responded with a smile.

"Hmph." Cheng Tianya on the side snorted coldly.

The sound of the flute is faint, like the solitude of waiting in the cold night, and it also implies the feeling of being extremely cold at a high place. The empty valley is quiet, with ups and downs.

"Wait." Tranquility, who was walking in the front, stopped.

"What?" Yanlingxi stepped forward, squinting his eyes, "There is a road and a small road between Youdie Ridge and Jiangzhou. We took the small road when we came here."

Ye Fengting's flute sound stopped abruptly, "Ye thinks, brother Jingyuan means that the wind direction of the path seems to be a bit wrong."

"Wind direction?" Yan Lingxi was slightly taken aback.

"To put it simply, it's sword energy." Cheng Tianya also felt the breath floating in the air.

Tranquility listened to the noise in the wind, and then said, "It is impossible for the Turkic army to organize an ambush. Let's go back to Jiangzhou by a small road."

Yan Lingxi closed his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his hand and said, "In order to prevent variables, we should take the big road."

"Brother Jingyuan, have you heard of the song Ye chanted just now?" Ye Fengting, who was lying on the stretcher with Yong Ya, was still in a leisurely mood.

Tranquility thought for a moment, "Is it "Holding Friends in the Cold Night"?" However, as soon as he turned his head, the red bamboo flute whirled towards him.

"Huh?" Tranquility raised his hand to take the flute, and stared at Ye Fengting suspiciously.

Ye Fengting stretched out his arms and stretched his muscles and bones, then got up from the stretcher, and said with a smile, "Is Jingyuan Brotherhood?"

Ning Jingyuan caressed the flute and said, "I have a little research on flute music, which is not as good as you."

"It doesn't matter." Ye Fengting patted the swordsman carrying the stretcher beside him friendly, "Ye also wants to hear others play."

Tranquility no longer refuses, and plays immediately while holding the flute. The quiet and light sound is as deep as that long and cold night. Find flute heart.

Walking to the main road, although Cheng Tianya was poisoned, his vigilance towards his surroundings never diminished. His sharp black eagle-like eyes suddenly glared, "It's weird."

"Indeed, although this place is not a bustling hub, the main road is empty at sunset." Yan Lingxi squinted his eyes and saw that there were no travelers resting on the trees and rocks beside the wide road, and the horseshoe marks on the road had been dried for a long time .

Yan Lingxi opened the folding fan in his hand, took a few steps forward, and said loudly, "Come out. I still have to hurry, but I don't have much time to play hide-and-seek with you."

After saying that, a luxurious young man in purple robe and jade belt slowly stepped out from behind the stone. He was carrying a wide and long silver-white epee on his back, two or three inches wider than Mo Bingbu's Zhanma sword. He had a childish appearance. Seemingly a year or two younger than Yan Lingxi, he smiled innocently, "It seems that besides Jiangnan, there are also smart people in the Central Plains." Behind him were four servants in Tsing Yi.

"My lord, Yan Lingxi, may I ask this little brother." Yan Lingxi frowned, and his eyes focused on the chests of the five people in front of him, all of whom were embroidered with the logo of Wanyue Hengjiang. "Are you here to find Lord Ye?"

"Jiangnan Mu Qingshu, I met Eleven Young Master Yan." The purple-robed boy smiled heartily, "Yes. It's a pity that he won't be the host soon."

"Dacang in the south of the Yangtze River." Tranquility was shocked when he heard about it, but after a closer look, he found that there were three flying stars dotted above the crescent moon and Hengjiang logo on the five people's chests, which did not exactly match the previous pattern of Jiangyue Tower.

"Brother Ye, it seems that someone is here to mess things up, don't you..." Yan Lingxi sneered and turned his head away, paused, then turned around again with a strange look in his eyes, "Ha."

"What are young master Yan Shi laughing at?" Mu Qingshu's smile faded, he took a few steps forward, glanced around, secretly suspicious in his heart.

"The person you want seems to have left alone." Yan Lingxi shook the gray fan.

"Hey." Mu Qingshu sighed helplessly, then patted his forehead and shouted, "Ahh, I lost to the master again, I really shouldn't bet with him." He was distressed, and suddenly grinned Laughing, his eyes turned for an instant, and the epee jumped out behind him, "Bang!" It hit the dirt road in front of him. "You can't even look down on one person, and if you want me to go back, you will be punished for copying the Book of Changes."

After finishing speaking, Mu Qingshu held the epee in both hands, and the silver sword slashed towards Yanling River.

"Boy, don't overestimate your strength!" Seeing this, Cheng Tianya immediately stood in front of Yan Lingxi, gathered orange sword energy in his left palm, raised it up, and directly caught the force of the heavy sword with his bare hands.

Mu Qingshu was startled, quickly withdrew the sword, scolded himself for being too careless, swung the sword sharply with both hands, and the silver epee seemed to be full of wind and thunder.

"One of the moon swords, Xinglei!"

Surprise flashed across Ning Jingyuan's calm face, "It's Xingyue swordsmanship with different attributes."

Yan Lingxi nodded, "Feng Shui Huo Tu, this young man is of wind attribute."

After all, Cheng Tianya's body was wounded and sick, although his aura remained the same as before, the weight of his shots was still light, "Boom!" The orange sword energy charged against the silver thunder, and they were evenly matched for a while.

"Ugh!" But the boy's body obviously couldn't stand the impact, and he was knocked back a few steps, and the people behind him rushed forward, "Young master!"

But seeing Mu Qingshu straighten up with the help of his servants, he looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahahaha! Interesting! So there are so many interesting people in the Central Plains." He put away his sword and saluted everyone, "Then I'll go first, There is a chance to come to Jiangnan mansion to play."

"Jiangnan Mansion?" Tranquility was taken aback.

"It's Jiangnan Dacang under the influence of Jiangyuelou." Yan Lingxi reminded.

"Hmph. Waste..." After Cheng Tianya snorted coldly, the aggressive word "useless material" was ready to come out, Yan Lingxi folded his fan and blocked his mouth decisively, "Commander Cheng, don't get entangled in such a trivial matter, okay. "

"..." Cheng Tianya was speechless for a while.

"However, shouldn't you be worried about Brother Ye?" Yan Lingxi looked up to the west, the sun had already set in the mountains, and the morning star was already high in the sky.

This path used to be overgrown with weeds, but due to the march of the army a few days ago, the grass is now sparse and shallow, and a red figure is walking quickly.

In front, someone suddenly chanted: "The smog in Beishan is beginning to grow, and the frosty moon in Nanjin is turning gray. The compound building opens to Pu, and the autumn wind blows brightly across the river."

Ye Fengting stopped, his expression was indifferent, he was calm and elegant. "Long time no see, Master."

Under the starlight, I saw the person in front of him standing with his back facing him, with a green crown, a dark blue robe, and a dark blue cloak, embroidered with the stars of the Milky Way.

Hearing this, he quickly turned around, with a pair of bright and sharp eyes on his heroic and elegant face, "But you almost avoided me. First play the flute yourself, and then use other people's hands to lure me with the same flute music." Misjudged that you are still in the team. Ye Fengting, you are still so calculating."

"Scheming? Heh, you thought you caught me." Ye Fengting smiled softly, "I was creating the opportunity to be alone with you, Mu Xingying."

With a wave of the amaranth sleeves, a pitch-black sword fell from the sky, "Bang!" The sword's intent carried a strong wind, piercing the mountains and rivers, standing majestically beside Ye Fengting.