Hu Jin raised his head and glanced at Wan Qiyan, waiting for his answer.
"Go on first."
Wan Qiyan agreed with Shen Yinqiu's words.
Shen Yinqiu refused Wan Qiyan's help and climbed onto the horse's back carefully, with Wan Qiyan holding the horse's rope, without any danger.
She sat on the horse and looked at the ground beneath her feet, and she also had the urge to ride a horse and take a dip alone.
But this is not realistic, she still can't ride.
Gojin chased Aoba in the direction in which he left, and soon they both came back together, very fast.
The group of people started to rush on their way like they did before.
Shen Yinqiu stopped taking medicine yesterday and did not feel sleepy so easily.
She leaned in Wan Qiyan's arms and listened to the rapid clatter of horses' hooves, which was so fierce that they walked along the street.
People from far away began to give way to the middle road.
Shen Yinqiu saw Luo Sanchuan lying on an open window on the second floor, waving to them, and Mr.
Luo was standing beside him.
It was naturally impossible for Shen Yinqiu to stretch out his hand to greet them, as his hands and feet were wrapped in the cloak.
The horses, which had rested for a day and a night, seemed to be going crazy and quickly took them out of sight.
Except for Luoshui Town, Hujinhumu began to walk at the front on the left and right, and Qingzhu Qingye was behind.
Shen Yinqiu and Wan Qiyan were left alone in the middle, and they kept the formation moving forward without any chaos.
The official road is spacious, and even if carriages pass by, they do not collide with each other.
After riding for two hours, the sky began to darken.
The cycle of winter is very long, and it gets colder towards the end of winter.
Just like when it is approaching night, the biting cold wind whistles in the ears, revealing the outside.
Their skin felt like it was being cut by a knife, and they all wore thick velvet face towels to protect them from the cold air.
Shen Yinqiu had long been stuffed into Wan Qiyan's arms and was not allowed to show up.
The gold guard stopped in front of a demolished shed with debris.
This was terrible.
They turned to Wan Qiyan and said, "Master, the teahouse where we rested along the way has been demolished.
I'm afraid there is no resting place ahead."
It's so cold that sleeping outside for one night is not practical.
Wan Qiyan opened his mouth and a stream of white gas came out.
His face was pale and there was no emotion at all, "How far is it from Luoyang?"
"If we drive at this speed, we will reach Luoyang in about ten hours."
Wan Qiyan, "When will the city gates of Luoyang be closed?"
"Master, it will be closed at this time."
Hu Jin said.
Wan Qiyan made a quick decision: "Continue on your way."
"Yes."
Hujinhumu obeyed, tightened the reins, and made a driving sound.
The sound of horse hooves that had just stopped immediately sounded again on the deserted official road.
Sitting behind Wanbai, Qingye seemed to notice something, and his cold-red fingers slightly clenched the sword under his outer cloak.
Qingzhu's vigilance was not as sharp as hers, and his internal strength was not as deep as hers.
Only Wan Qiyan looked back, and Qingye seemed to have received some kind of order.
He jumped up and stood on the horse, with his back to them, staring behind him.
The cold wind blew the surrounding vegetation, and the swaying left and right gave the pursuers in the dark the benefit of concealment.
The still-dark sky also made the surrounding scenery hazy.
Wanbai felt that it was getting colder behind him.
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When he looked back, he happened to see Qingye's figure leaving like a bat.
He opened his mouth and took a sip of the cold wind.
Considering the calm team, he said nothing and could only hold the reins tightly.
I caught a glimpse of Qingzhu beside me from the corner of my eye.
Why didn't she go to help?
Wanbai believed that Qingye dared to go alone because he was confident to deal with Little Tail, but it would not be faster to go with one more person.
After a while, he thought that they were behind the young master.
He was not good at martial arts and put his back It's really not appropriate to give it to the enemy.
Qingzhu didn't even look at Wan Bai.
After she learned that Qingye had left, she became even more wary of her surroundings.
Half an hour passed, but Qingye still didn't come back.
Wan Bai looked back from time to time.
The sky that had completely darkened could not see anything at all.
Instead, it gave people a very oppressive sense of danger, as if something was spying in the dark. them.
After a while, Qingye returned to the horse with a cold feeling, and Wan Bai could smell the smell of blood keenly.
Turning his head and frowning, he whispered: "I'm hurt."
Qingye shook his head, there were more people, and the cloak was stained with blood and couldn't be removed.
She took out the dry food from the bag on the side of the horse and ate it without saying a word.
She was obviously very hungry and physically exhausted from killing so many people.
Wan Bai took out the heated water bottle from his waist and gave it to her.
She took it and took a sip and continued eating.
With her look like this, Qingzhu wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask.
After Qingye finished eating three large cakes, she pulled out her sword and wiped it slowly with a cloth.
There were no blood stains on the blade of the sword, but the strong smell of blood could still be emitted from a closer distance.
Wanbai felt this way.
This blood-tracing sword was taken from her master's waist on the day Qingye became a master.
If she wanted to become a master, she would have to kill her master.
This sword has been passed down for a long time, with each owner and one dynasty bearing the lives of thousands of people.
Forged from fine iron, it can still be broken by blowing.
Qingzhu finally found a chance to talk and whispered: "How many people?"
"Thirty-three."
Qingye calmly lowered his head and wiped the blood-tracing sword, as if to say that he had trampled thirty-three ants to death.
Qingzhu took a breath of cold air and turned his head to stare at the road ahead.
Thirty-three, thirty-three vs. thirty-three.
It is not unreasonable for outsiders to fear Qingye.
Like a killer sent from the outside world, he may not be a top master, but he will definitely not be one.
Those who are not popular are, at worst, middle to upper class.
How far has Aoba's skill reached?
There was no talking all the way, and they arrived in Luoyang safely in Xushi.
At this time, the streets of Luoyang where the inn was located had gradually become deserted, and the long streets were deserted.
Occasionally, there were one or two late night snackers who were still setting up their stalls to entertain guests.
It was late at night, and they had nothing to choose from, so they found a nearby inn and knocked on the door to stay.
If you have money, you are a gentleman.
Even if the inn is about to close, you will greet them warmly when you see the money.
They booked a room, Shen Yinqiu and Wan Qiyan went back to the room to have dinner, while the rest gathered at a table downstairs.
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Everyone's hands and feet were almost stiff because of the constant rush.
As soon as the shopkeeper approached them, his face was blurred by the cold air, and he quickly asked the waiter to bring them a stove to keep them warm.
Mo Shaogong shook his body and warmed himself by the fire.
Because he didn't have a horse, he came by a small road, but he was a little frightened on the way.
So much so that he kept stealing glances at Qingye ever since he arrived at Luoyang Inn.
Qingye didn't pay attention to him, and didn't even look at him.
She was busy ordering food, but the three big cakes couldn't satisfy her appetite.
Mo Shaogong was next to Wan Bai.
How could Wan Bai not notice anything unusual about him?
He glanced at Qingye twice, pushed Mo Shaogong unkindly and asked in a low voice: "What do you always think Qingye is doing?"
The so-called quiet voice was naturally not considered quiet in the ears of these martial arts practitioners.
Hujinhumu and Qingzhu all looked at Mo Shaogong, but the person involved was still immersed in his own world.
Mo Shaogong swallowed nervously as they looked at her, with a bit of fervor and admiration in his expression, "I accidentally saw Sister Qingye killing someone.
Many dozens of people were besieging her.
I thought.
Help, I just struggled with it for a long time, and finally Sister Qingye took the time to save me."
He was enthusiastic at first, but became a little depressed at the end.
At that time, he saw so many people besieging Qingye.
Although he knew that he was not very capable, at least his companion, Qingye, was a woman.
It was rare for him not to stand by and watch, and he went in to help enthusiastically.
As a result, he was pushed away after being rescued.
Kai said don't make trouble It turned out that he felt hurt by not messing with him, so he hid in the dark and secretly watched Aoba reduce the opponent's number step by step.
He was worried that she was in danger.
When he saw her turning around to resolve the situation and harvesting a few names, he couldn't help but want to clap his hands and applaud.
He followed her figure without blinking and learned a lot.
She His moves are never cumbersome or fancy, they hit the vital gate directly, faster and more violently than Jin Gemu and the others.
So he, who was hiding and watching the whole process, only had two feelings: Aoba was so powerful that he wanted to go to heaven and he was a little scared when he saw her.
I didn't expect that a person who usually kept silent could be so terrifying when he killed people.
Thinking of being beaten up by her on a daily basis, I'm afraid if a hundred people of his caliber were given to her, she would be like chopping cabbage.
When everyone heard what he said, they all turned around without any interest and went about their own business.
Mo Shaogong: "What's the reaction?"
Wan Bai was also concentrating on warming himself by the fire.
The weather was really extremely cold.
Hujin looked at Qingye with a smile and asked: "How many people from the previous group came this time?"
"Well, thirty-three."
Aoba said as he looked at the fire.
His eyes reflected the Hokage without any other emotions at all.
She had killed people and was on the road, but she was only cold at this moment.
Gomu put his hands on the back of his head and sighed: "You were busy all the way.
Thank you for your hard work."
Aoba said nothing.
Qingzhu felt suspicious and said: "They always attack at night, even after so many people died, and they don't stop, and they don't target Qingye."
"If Qingye didn't show her blood-tracing sword, no one would know her identity.
She wouldn't leave her alive every time.
Even if she saw her, it would be useless."
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Hujin's tone was full of affirmation of Qingye.
Their secret guards and Qingye Ye didn't come out of the same training camp, but the place where Qingye came out was much more dangerous than them.
"Keep it."
In the silence, Qingye suddenly said.
Qingzhu thought about that night and said worriedly, "Did you feel that they recognized you last time you stayed vigil?"
"I don't know."
Qingye frowned and said nothing.
She naturally felt the other party's determination to kill her at all costs.
Thirty-three people, do you really think she can stop it with one person?
If she wants to kill her master, just leave a few people to pester her, but no, they are all trying to kill her.
Therefore, instead of saying that he came to hunt down his master, it would be better to say that he came to seek revenge from her.
But if she leaves the master's side, the other party will attack the master first.
If she is here, they will find a way to get rid of her.
She is the master's shield.
Wanbai had obviously thought of this as well.
He was a little impatient.
This feeling had not appeared for many years, but recently after he went on the road with Aoba again, he couldn't control it anymore.
Because thirty-three people were lucky enough to survive this time, he always thought Aoba was on an assassination mission next time
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