Chapter 112 is fate

Murong Qiniang secretly wondered why Hongxiu ran in the opposite direction. However, she was not as smart as Hongxiu. She couldn't speak. She could easily catch up with Hongxiu. She looked around by the moonlight on the edge of the river they had come to at dusk.

"The bright moon shines between the pines, and the clear spring stone flows upstream." The good stream or the original good stream is still flowing, reluctant to give up day and night, but what about people? Is it still the person at that time, the mood at that time?

It was here that the ruthlessness of the wild knife made the red sleeves wet the spring shirt. At this moment, the corners of the red sleeves' eyes were still full of tears, but he couldn't take his eyes off the direction of the Lingquan Mountain Pass and muttered, "If he goes down the mountain, he will definitely come here."

Murong Qiniang was surprised and said, "He? Crazy knife? How do you know?"

A bitter smile finally appeared at the corners of the red sleeve's mouth: "I just guessed by feeling."

Murong Qiniang sighed, "What if the bell rings on the mountain, will he be caught? What if he is intercepted by the teacher because he is too good?

Red sleeves, who usually don't believe in Buddha, can't help closing their palms at this moment and can't help chanting Buddha: "Buddha bless, I hope he is safe and returns soon."

The bell of Lingshan Temple on Lingquan Mountain rang even more. Murong Qiniang nodded secretly and said, "They haven't caught it yet, because the teacher hasn't been with them yet, otherwise the bell would not have been ringing so much."

At this moment, a staggering shadow rushed in the dark and rushed. There was a throbbing in Hongxiu's heart. The man was white like snow, and his face was like snow, which was just a crazy knife!

At this moment, the mad knife only felt that its body was fluttering, and it couldn't help surging. It was like stepping on cotton under its feet and ran away with his life. Sure enough, when Shi Tai rushed to the intersection at the foot of the mountain, he had already followed Haoxi and didn't want to run back along the original road.

The mad knife also saw the red sleeve in the moonlight. He was looking at himself and running towards him. The mad knife forced his chest to surge, and a mouthful of blood could not speot out. He was going to hold the red sleeve, but his feet were unstable but he bumped into the arms of the red sleeve.

Hongxiu saw that his face was even pale and his breath was not right. Knowing that he had been seriously injured, he hurriedly picked him up and knew that there was a pursuer. Where did he start with thousands of words? The mad knife pointed to the dense forest next to him. Hongxiu hurriedly picked up the mad knife. Murong Qiniang also helped behind Hongxiu. Hongxiu got into the dense forest and still ran wildly in her mouth. He kept whispering, "You can support it, grit your teeth and hold on."

Murong Qiniang sighed behind, sighing that the stupid sister's price was usually good, and she didn't feel anything about changing one after another. How could she be so emotional today that she would sacrifice her life to save this heartless man? I really couldn't figure it out.

Murong Qiniang followed and suddenly found that the direction of Hongxiu was not the three roads to Xiandu Dongtian in the north, but all the way to the east. She hurriedly said, "Sister, isn't it in the direction of Xiandu?"

Hongxiu said, "No, Lingshan Temple will definitely catch up in the direction of Xiandu, but we will go east."

The crazy knife lay on the back of Hongxiu. In addition to the pain of the internal injury suffered after being hit by Puji's King Wuming, he couldn't help but feel ashamed. He never dreamed that Hongxiu would still wait for him by the stream. He said: "That's just your wishful and self-rightevolence. How can you look at my Taoist priest? The last dusty woman? This sentence still lingered in my ears. Although my heart was extremely hot, I was talking about the extremely cold and painful heart of Hongxiu, but now she has sacrificed her life to save herself, and I can't help but be greatly moved.

Crazy Knife has never been in close contact with a woman since he was a child, not to mention being carried on his back. He has always been a hero to save the beauty. At this moment, he was defeated and fled for his life in a hurry. He was really as anxious as a homeless dog, busy as a fish that escaped from the net. It's a beautiful woman who saved the bear. Hey, it's still a bear that has hurt other people's hearts. I'm really ashamed. I can't help coughing twice and sighing on the back of the red sleeve.

Hongxiu stabilized the knife. Hearing the long sigh of the knife, he quickly comforted him, "I know you are in pain. If you run for a while, you will be safer and put you down."

The red sleeve smelled like an orchid, and his mind was even more unnatural. He said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you very much."

Hongxiu smiled bitterly: "Hold on, don't talk!"

The spring is cold, and the long night is especially cold, but the red sleeves can't help sweating. Obviously, Murong Qiniang saw it and said quickly, "Sister, I'll carry it. Be careful that you're exhausted."

Hongxiu smiled and said, "I'm not tired. How far have we gone?" Murong Qiniang said, "It's about 20 miles away. Look, there is also a mountain in front of it."

Hongxiu has never been here. Everywhere he went is surrounded by barren grass and withered forests, but the wild knife said in a hoarse voice, "To the east of Lingquan Mountain is Lianjian Mountain, a barren mountain. We will rest here at the foot of the mountain. They can't catch up here."

Seeing that the red sleeves were sweaty, the crazy knife couldn't help wiping her sweat and sighed, "Okay, put me down."

Hongxiu smiled softly and said, "It's okay. Run another way."

Red sleeves carried a wild knife and ran to Lianjian Mountain with Murong Qiniang, passed through the barren grass, and came to hide everywhere. It was surrounded by towering ancient trees, leaning against Lianjian Mountain, even if the Lingshan Temple found it was difficult to find it.

Red sleeves put down the crazy knife and handed it to Murong Qiniang for help. For fear of the cold on the ground, he untied his red shirt and spread it on the grass. Then he slowly put the mad knife and let him lie on his dress.

Murong Qiniang also untied the fox fur, covered it with a wild knife, and sighed, "Sister, aren't you cold?"

Hongxiu gasped and smiled, "I'm sweating hot. How can it be cold?"

Seeing the mottled shadow under the moon, both women took off their coats and covered themselves with a small jacket. They only wanted to support and sit up and sighed, "Why are you doing this? Put it on quickly."

Hongxiu held him down and said with a smile, "You're fine, don't move. We've been running for so long. It's okay to be hot."

Hongxiu took out the golden medicine, antidote, etc. that he usually brought with him from his arms to see if there was any emergency injury medicine, so that he would take it for the crazy knife. Suddenly, he touched a small box and said with surprise and joy, "Ah, I also have the secret medicine of the Western Regions here, which is a glazed pharmacist Buddha. Now it happens to come in handy. It is said that it has the power to return to heaven. You take it quickly. Down."

The red sleeve opened the small box, but it was three small pills, black and dark. When I smelled it, it was a bitter fragrance. I was afraid that the weight was not enough, so I gave it to the mad knife and said, "Ah, open my mouth, the elixir is coming."

The mad knife sighed, "I don't take Buddhist medicine."

Hongxiu pretended to be angry and said, "I'm also a Buddhist descendant now. This secret medicine of the Western Regions is real. Ah, open your mouth quickly."

The red-sleeved jade hand was fed to the mouth of the crazy knife, and the crazy knife smiled bitterly, but it was difficult to swallow it.