Chapter 177 Ask for a Promise

There is a confusion in Ling Feng's eyes. Where should he go next?

Listening to the faint sound of killing in the distance, he looked at the West Garden and was sitting quietly not far away like a monster, and a strong uneasiness surged into his heart.

Today, Zhu Yuyan's expression action was quickly played back in her mind like a movie at this moment, and finally found something wrong. How could she be emotional after being like jade for decades? Will she be in any danger?

The right hand in Qu Ao's arms touched the dead moon bow. Suddenly, a strange feeling that could not be described in any words flowed into his hand from the cold bow, quickly spread all over the body, and even into his heart. Suddenly, the bow became an inseparable part of him, an extension of his mind.

Boom!

Ling Feng's brain was shocked. This bow seemed to be closely connected with his flesh and blood and mind, and also connected himself with the surrounding heaven and earth. People's hearts are combined into one, and there is no longer any estrangement. That wonderful feeling made him even more complete and transparent, and his spiritual senses broke through!

His spirit and body are still very weak, but at that moment, he almost clearly sensed the situation of the whole Daxing City, and he was like the true god in the world, controlling everything in the city.

The faces of Li Shimin, Li Xiuning, Chai Shao, Koda Zhi and others who he knew well appeared one by one in his thoughts. Soldiers, officials, and the hurried people of Li Min. All of them's voice and smiles flashed through his heart like lightning, and even their inner activities could be known as a mirror.

Unfortunately, this wonderful and touching feeling was only for that moment. He only inquired for a little information in his favor.

But for Ling Feng, this moment was undoubtedly his lifesaver, and his mental strength also recovered a little.

Li Valve's army has broken through the city gate, and the brigade marched to the imperial city. Ning Daoqi's words today are not against him. There is no one in the West Garden now, and the servants who were still staying do not know where they are. Zhu Yuyan, Yang Ruoxi and Yang Xuechan are also missing, which makes him a little worried.

More importantly, a group of monks he didn't know and a large number of magic masters are coming in this direction!

Bowing into his hand, Ling Feng straightened up. The tentacles are still cold. It is certain that this is by no means an ordinary bow. According to normal circumstances, the things placed in people's arms should be warm, and it will give him such a wonderful feeling.

Seeing that Ling Feng ignored him, Qu Ao said to himself, "Please promise me one thing."

Ling Feng wondered how such a bow could bring him such an adventure. Hearing Qu Ao's words, he woke up from his mind and couldn't help but wonder what he would say at this time. Did you ask him to take care of his apprentice?

He couldn't help but think of Hua Lingzi, Qu Ao's beautiful female apprentice. Now he doesn't know if Yi Nuo is her hostage and whether she has left Shan Wanjing. And the remnants of the Iron Horse Club, did Yinuo withdraw from the Central Plains and return to the Western Regions?

"I beg you to help me kill a couple." Qu Ao's request was very strange, but Ling Feng understood what he meant, "I once made a promise for the owner of this dead moon bow, and I hope you can do it for me."

Ling Feng clenched the bow in his hand and looked at it gratefully. This is indeed a rare good bow, the outstanding work of the first archer of the contemporary archer. After reading the original work, of course, he knows who Qu Ao asked him to kill.

The original name and surname of the arrow master has long been forgotten. These three words have been circulated in this industry as code names, which shows that he is fascinated by his achievements in casting bows and arrows. I'm afraid that Lu Mingzi's change of career may not be able to compete with him. He once made seven divine bows that satisfied him in his life. It is said that there are only two bows left now, which are regarded as private treasures. Some people offer thousands of taels of gold and refuse to give up love. This dead moon bow is one of them. Its original name is shooting the moon, and the sun bow is a sister bow.

It can be traced back to a few years ago. At that time, the Arrow Master opened a workshop in Shanhaiguan, autocratic bows and arrows. He just got married like flowers and lived a good life.

One day, a man who claimed to be the king of Shiwei called Shen Mohuan led a large number of entourage to buy goods from him. This man spoke with grace and generosity, and was also used to deal with the Turkic thief he hated most. In addition, he deliberately greeted him, and the arrow master regarded this person as a confidant. How can he know that he knows people's faces and doesn't know his heart? One day, he deliberately drunk him, insulted his wife, and swept his treasured bow and arrows away like a yellow crane. From then on, his wife fell ill and died of hatred.

Later, Nanshiwei was defeated by Dashiwei, and Shenmohuan became a huge thief. He was called a couple thief together with his wife Muling. He ravaged rampantly in northern Liaoning and killed countless people. However, Master Arrow still has no hope of revenge, so he sinks, lingers in the column every day, burying his hatred in his heart.

It seems that it is rare for Qu Ao to waste a promise to get this dead moon bow. With his cultivation, it is also a difficult thing to hunt down the horse thief couple on the vast grassland. This also shows his deep hatred for Ling Feng.

The hatred of killing a son is indeed a hard-to-fill hatred. More importantly, Ling Feng ruined his hopes for life and completely shattered his desire to challenge Bi Xuan.

In those years, he was defeated by Bi Xuan's hand, and his heart was planted with invincible demons by the other party. Since then, he has never made any progress in martial arts. He can only pin his hopes on his only son. When he has achieved little martial arts, he will send him to the Central Plains to sharpen his nickname. The Central Plains hides dragons and crouchs the tiger. It is not easy to start a foundation if you want to start from nothing.

The son did not let him down. After the establishment of the Iron Horse Club, he shocked Jiangnan, and his martial arts were also great progress. In time, he may not be able to reach the level of Bi Xuan. And if he competes for hegemony every day, the people will no longer have to worry about the bullying and oppression of the Turks.

Unfortunately, all this was shattered more than half a month ago and became a ridiculous dream bubble. How can he not hate? But at this time of life and death, he would actually beg this great enemy. This is the most ironic thing in the world.

However, it can also be seen that he is a man of great promise, and Ling Feng can't help but have a good impression on him. Because his words were not pretentious, "A man is about to die, and his words are also kind." His words were full of sincerity and frankness, rather than taking the opportunity to stop Ling Feng's departure.

Time is precious. Ling Feng didn't have time to listen to him talk about how to find the arrow master, and he didn't think about whether he could really run from Jiujiang to Hebei all the way to Daxing all the way for more than ten days. He just smiled helplessly and said, "Do you think I have the ability to escape this disaster?"

Qu Ao was stunned. He didn't expect that he would ask this. He also knew that he had accepted it. His eyes were full of gratitude, mixed with some doubts, and said slowly, "Maybe!"

"Since you have confidence in me," Ling Feng was shocked, straightened up and took a deep breath. "Okay, I promise you that I will eradicate the Shenmohuan couple in the future." Put away this bow and step away.

Qu Ao is life or death, and it has nothing to do with him. All the kindness and hatred between the two disappeared with this promise.

At this time, the true qi situation in Ling Feng's body was slightly improved, and he could not escape from the water as usual. The injury on his back was really unexpected. If it splashes again, the infection and corrosion of light germs will kill him, not to mention that the longevity formula is still difficult to operate.

His three kinds of true qi were hit by Ning Daoqi's Xuangong, and then after a fierce fight with Qu Ao, and his body was damaged, they were all blocked in the meridians. Only a little true qi that penetrated the meridians could be called.

The three babies in the body look depressed, like a serious illness, which is not much better than his body. He couldn't help scolding these three kids for being cowardly. Usually, so many true qi and spiritual nourishment make you grow up in vain?

Xi Ji Yuan can't go back. Since Zhu Yuyan is not here, it is meaningless for him to go back.

Now Yang Gong's treasure house is the safest place in Daxing City, and Dugu Feng is also a candidate for him to heal his wounds. He found out that she had closed the passage of the treasure house at the mouth of the well, which was originally planned and had been arranged for a long time.

One of the other two entrances and exits in the city is at the bottom of the water, and the other is somewhere in Shafu, which was later relocated in the original work. Now the Sha family is still the richest man in Luoyang. It may take a few years for the whole family to migrate. At present, I don't know who this house belongs to.

Obvious, Lingfeng's best choice is this private house. So he has to get to the house before the enemy gathers!

As he walked, he sighed that when the martial arts were lost, he knew how terrible this feeling was, and this kind of spiritual gap was not what ordinary people could bear. No wonder there are unwritten rules in the martial arts. It is better to kill the opponent than to abolish other people's martial arts. There are only a few people who believe in Buddhism in the world, but most people believe in karma.

The murderer always kills it. Today, you have abolished other people's martial arts. It's hard to guarantee that you won't be abolished by others on another day.

He had to be glad that only Qu Ao attacked him this time. If he acted with the old guy Pi Shouxuan, he would be afraid that his life would be told on the spot.

If he expected, the monk who was coming should come should come from the Jingnian Zen Academy, and among the masters of the magic sect, Pi Shouxuan, an acquaintance, is the only acquaintance. The seat he had seen before did not appear. Will he be seriously injured when competing for the reli a few days ago?

It used to be a short distance, but now it takes a long time to walk. On the way, he could even hear the shouts of soldiers.

Not everyone disarmed and surrendered, and there were still people who did their last loyalty to Yang Sui's world. Of course, this is only a very small number of people. How many of the lower-class people care about who the authorities are? As long as they can have a mouthful of food, they are a good people.

He couldn't help sighing that the loyalty of his subordinates is still high in religious sects, such as Cihang Jingzhai and Buddhism, there are few traitors. And the Devil's Gate is torn apart because there is no unified belief. Most of the time, the revival of the Holy Gate is just a slogan, and no one will give in when it comes to their own interests.

Listening to the disturbing sounds on the street, Ling Feng has an unreal feeling. Everything in front of him seems to be making a movie. Is he going to witness the change of a dynasty? Does the real entry of Li Valve into Chang'an mean that the rise of Li Tang is unstoppable? I don't know what the military discipline of Li's army is. Will it harass the people in the city? And will Gao Zhandao and others who are staying in the treasure house choose to transport the treasure away at this time? Li Zhongren will definitely think of what they can think of.

This great trip was really a failure. In retrospect, if he hadn't been delayed for a few days because of the fun on the road, everything would have been different. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine to sell in the world.

Thinking about these messy things, Ling Feng had a strange feeling in his heart. Now he is a "mud bodhisattva crossing the river - it is difficult to protect himself". What's the use of thinking about these? Although he didn't want to die, it was strange that he didn't have any fear. Maybe he also regards this as a traceless spring dream?