Chapter 29 A sword can defeat millions of soldiers

When Yi Hui and Bai Zhi were hunted down all the way, Huo Lingxiao, who was masked with plain yarn, and Mu Hanxing in white clothes went smoothly.

The cold star is handsome, calm and elegant, smart and gracefully. Both of them were dressed in white and rode horses along the way, like fairy couples. Every time I walk, I can't help but comment on the customs and scenery like books, and I am not lonely.

From time to time, I heard that Jianghu people were chasing and intercepting Dr. Huo and Yi's parents, and the people who released the wind in Mingjian Villa were naturally not vegetarian. Before long, Yi Hui and Bai Zhi exposed their whereabouts. Although Han Xing and Ling Xiao are very worried about the two of them, and it is rumored everywhere that some sect has rounded up Yi Hui and "Doctor Huo", the news they heard and the news they received from the famous sword villa are also how witty and brave they escaped, but they are also relieved.

"This boy is still not confused at the critical moment..."

In the inn, the cold star slowly drank the tea in the cup, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Huo Lingxiao wanted to say no words, hummed and looked unhappy.

I guessed that Huo Lingxiao's heart was for Yi Hui, and Han Xing also smiled:

"This tea is green and astringent in the mouth, but the taste is mellow and long, and the fragrance is pungent, and the taste is only better in the mouth after drinking it, don't you think?"

Ling Xiao looked at the cold star and raised his eyebrows and smiled. It turned out to be the romantic and unrestrained children of Shuxiang, with some slight frenzy and unrestrained, which had nothing to do with the violent young general in his memory.

"Even so, you treat him too cruelly. You treat him like a father and brother, but you regard him as an enemy... Even if you finally get an extraordinary ability, even if there is boundless good, the pain is also a pain. I'm afraid the memory of happiness in this life is incomplete..."

In his heart is the person he misses day by day, and Ling Xiao said it without hesitation.

From Huangzhou City, Ling Xiao always has a slight resistance to the cold star. Although Hanxing was elegant, gentle and courteous along the way, like a turbid prince, and he also cared for Ling Xiao, but when he thought of the days in Huangzhou, Ling Xiao hated the unprovoked torture and insults of Yi Hui. He had the intention to pick his mistakes and mock him, but Han Xing was perfect no matter what he did. He didn't even have a chance to laugh at him, which made Ling Xiao a little depressed.

Although Ling Xiao's words have thorns, Han Xing doesn't care.

"He is so blessed to have a good girl like you who likes him to protect him, but if he doesn't learn how to protect himself, then I'm afraid you will be very tired. He is so harsh that he will inadvertently drip his blood. If he doesn't care about himself, in the end, it will be you two who will suffer..."

Ling Xiao was shocked, and this was similar to what his mother said.

"I know that he respects me like a brother. Naturally, I also regard him as my own brother. Because he is a relative, I can treat him without scruples. Thunder and rain, I can give it, and he can stand it. One day, he will gradually understand..."

The cold star's eyes are like a cold pool, with a slight cold air, which makes people feel cold. Ling Xiao admired the man in front of him for the first time.

In just a few words, Ling Xiao also felt a little strange. Or, this is the charm of this person.

The youngest and most powerful general of the Menghua Dynasty was ambitious, but he did not have the slightest arrogance and slackness, and some were as gentle and glorious as the moonlight. People will convince him inadvertently.

On the rugged official road in the northwest, Ling Xiao was sore all over the horse, and then vomited and diarrhea. Everywhere he went, he was busy giving himself medicine, and then the old disease recurred on the road. Ling Xiao has never suffered such a hardship since he was a child. He traveled thousands of miles away. From the south of the Yangtze River to the northwest, Ling Xiao quickly lost a lot of weight. His face was pale and his face was not as good as usual. Han Xing lovingly held Ling Xiao on his horse. Every once in a while, he held her hand and lost his internal strength to her. In this way, the two of them made it difficult to get to the frontier.

Walking on the official road, you can always see scattered pedestrians. Most of them are merchants who sell tea and silk in the Central Plains to the northwest, walk west along the Silk Road, or bring Western spices and jewelry merchants back to their hometown. Occa time there are carriages to visit relatives, exiles return home after the expiration of exiles... There was a group of people who attracted the attention of the cold star. On a row of horses, many men with colorful faces painted on their faces. Zi. They were wrapped in complicated ornaments on their heads, dressed in black clothes and trousers embroidered with colorful patterns. At first glance, he is not from the Central Plains.

"Miao people?"

The cold star is amazing. When he was a child, he was exiled to the border of Yunnan with his father, which already belonged to Miaojiang. He naturally knew the clothes of Miaojiang. Although different tribes in Miaojiang have different beliefs and customs, they essentially have a lot in common.

However, Miaojiang people have always been defending their territory and moving again. Even if some Jianghu sects in Miaojiang also live outside the world and rarely contact the Central Plains. It must be unusual for them to suddenly come to the northwest.

Then, Han Xing found that things were not good. Whether they were galloping or slowing down, the team surrounded them.

The sun is setting and the moon is high. In this way, Han Xing and this group of Miao people have been walking together all afternoon.

In the hidden mountains, there is a dense forest at the bottom of an open valley. When he went to the dense forest, the cold star stopped the horse.

"Friends, do you dare to ask which road it is? I'm afraid it's not in line with the rules of the world!"

The clear voice of the cold star is majestic.

A leading man stood up and bowed his head to salute:

"We are disciples of the moon worship in southern Yunnan, and we have been ordered by the master to protect Mr. Mu all the way..."

Mu Hanxing was shocked.

Do they actually know him?

The worship of the moon in southern Yunnan, the distant sea of memory is just a spray...

Since returning to the Central Plains, Han Xing has been following Yi Feng to learn literature and martial arts. He has never set foot in the rivers and lakes, let alone the southern Xinjiang. Unexpectedly, someone still knows him? Yi Feng sent himself to protect Huo Lingxiao to take blood and eucalm. On the one hand, he wanted to keep his safety, and on the other hand, it was also because he rarely involved in martial arts. Even if it is Yi Hui, because under the door of Zizhu Villa, there are also some experiences of walking in the world.

Although it was surprising, the cold star still looked calm. His eyes were cold and his voice was cold.

"How can Mu Hanxing and He De bother you? Please make way for Han Xing and don't follow him bitterly..."

"My subordinates are only ordered by the master and dare not go against it. If Mr. Mu insists, it can only be that our brothers have fallen, and Mr. Mu will come and go..."

With a cold snorting, the cold star drew his sword, and the moon sword suddenly lit up.

The brilliance of the sword condenses the aura of heaven and earth, absorbs the essence of the moon, is cold and pure, and the light is as brilliant as a meteor, so that everyone can't help but immerse themselves in it.

Miao people were stunned. They didn't seem to think that this was a killing weapon in the hands of the enemy, but a warm yearning in their long memory. Until there was a turbulence and chaos, when everyone woke up, the blades in their hands had landed together! Everyone feels a slight numbness in the tiger's mouth.

The cold star swept their weapon-bearer's right hand with internal force and shook off their weapons with internal force. If this sword points to their throats, even if this sword only cuts off their wrists...

The cold star is still sitting on the horse's back, with a stable breath and a faint look.

He no longer took action and had no verbal threats, just quietly looked at the people opposite...

Under the moonlight, the cold star's heroic face is covered with golden moonlight, cold and lonely; the breeze blows, the hair is slightly messy, and the clothes are beautiful. At that moment, even though Lingxiao was familiar with the cold star, he felt that the cold star was like a fantasy, like a man in heaven.

Shouldn't such a posture and martial arts be only for flying immortals?

The silence was broken, and all the Miao people disared together and saluted the cold star slightly.

"Thank you for your mercy."

Turning around, everyone retreated in an orderly way.

"Brother Mu, you are so awesome. No wonder everyone praises you as the best..."

Ling Xiao hid in the arms of the cold star and looked at him with respect on his face.

"You specialize in art. You are a magic doctor, aren't you also very powerful?" The cold star's tone was indifferent. We need to go quickly and see if we can find a mountain village to stay overnight. Maybe they will catch up? Isn't the priest of the moon worship so easy to deal with?

"Then why did you let them go so easily? Punish them, and maybe the moon worshiper will retreat in the face of difficulties.

After a little meditation, Han Xing said:

Moon worship cannot be regarded as common sense. Even if these disciples are dead, the god of moon worship may not have a trace of pity, but I can't regard human life as a mustard. If you spare them, we may all encounter difficult troubles.

is still a light tone, peaceful and natural. This young general in a hundred battles also has extraordinary compassion in his heart. Just now, the shocking sword is not a great mercy?

"Isn't it inappropriate for people like you to be on the battlefield..."

Ling Xiao asked without hesitation.

The awe-inspiring young general Ling Xiao was born to look at him like an ordinary friend.

"The Xiongnu used killing as farming, and only the white bone yellow sand field was seen in ancient times. The country is provocative, the country will not be a country, and the nation will be in danger, and it is inevitable that the bones of the war will be buried year after year. A general's success is not necessarily the heart of a general. On the battlefield, you can't live or die. Compassion for the enemy is often cruel to oneself. All the killings are just for a survival, how can I think more..."

Ling Xiao nodded with some understanding.

"It's the same. Fighting in the world is not as good as the battlefield..."

The cold star smiles

"I'm very flexible and unpresent. On the contrary, Yi Hui is rigid and inflexible. He is a little clever and won't be so flattering..."

Ling Xiao expressed his dissatisfaction with a cold hum:

"He is an honest man. You can teach him well. Why do you always bully him..."

Although they knew that the danger was ahead, the two couldn't help laughing.