Chapter 7: Pursuit

When they came out of the city, the three of them didn't dare to stop. They didn't stop and walked all the way north for three or four hours.

It was already dark. The three of them found a ruined temple to spend the night, lit a bonfire, and calculated the way out in the future. Even if the assassination of the emperor had nothing to do with Nanyan, the Jinling City could not go back. Go back to Nanyan? Not to mention that the eldest lady can't tolerate herself, even my father may not be happy to go back by herself. If you can't afford the war, you will definitely be sent back to Jinling to plead, or you will be killed directly. Proton escape is a death penalty.

But the three of them were not familiar with all parts of the Central Plains, so they decided to go back to the grassland. All three of them were born in the grassland and have deep feelings for the clouds. Moreover, the grassland is vast and boundless, there is always a place to accommodate the three people.

Decide where to go, away from the shackles of Jinling City, Murong Chong's mood is comfortable. Now that he has left the burden of his country and the world, he can be wide open. Being in a foreign country, he has been blinded by others. Although he has no worries about food and clothing, his life is in the hands of others, which is far less than galloping on the vast cloud grassland. The beautiful Gesang flower must have bloomed. The three of them sat around the fire, thinking of the blue sky, the green grassland, and the galloping horses. Yingxiang couldn't help singing the song of his hometown softly:

The river flowing from the heart of the song handed down by the ancestors

Drunken grass and red Shandan flowers

The vast sea of songs on thousands of miles of grassland

The horse-backed shepherd's canoe in the wind

Following the melody of the horse-headed piano

Flying towards the rainbow with the frankincense

Give the blue sky, the sun and the moon to shine

Help the earth to draw ears

"Ha ha, the little prince is so interested. He's too happy too early." A gloomy and sharp voice came.

"Who!" Liu Wei suddenly got up and shouted.

Bum!

A stream of true air came, and Liu Wei immediately spit out blood and flew three or four feet away. A middle-aged man came in, dressed in blue, quite handsome, with a bare chin and no beard.

Murong Chong was shocked when he saw this man and said, "Mr. Liu."

"Ha ha, I didn't expect that the little prince still remembers the miscellaneous family, but as a proton of Nanyan, the little prince is far away from Jinling privately, which is a big crime." Duke Liu said with a smile.

Eunuch Liu is one of the eunuchs in charge of the palace. He was ordered to reward the protons, so Murong Chong recognized him, but he didn't expect to meet him in this barren mountain temple.

"Does the little prince go back by himself, or does he ask the miscellaneous family to invite you back?" Liu Gonggong's side tunnel.

Murong rushed to see his action just now. His true breath condensed and did not disperse, and his breath turned smoothly. He had changed from internal circulation to external circulation. He must have been born innocent and a congenital strong man. He could never be his opponent.

"Eunuch Liu joked. We just went a little farther, so we were ready to go back to the city, but we dare not say that we stayed away privately." Murong Chong's face became ugly and forced a smile.

"Okay, let the little prince go back with me. As for the two of them..." The words turned around, and a cold look appeared on his face: "Instigating the master, betraying your father, being unfaithful and unjust, damn it." The real gas rolled on his body, and as soon as he turned his palms, he grabbed Yingxiang on the side.

Murong Chong saw that he suddenly took action. He was shocked and rushed up. Unexpectedly, the other party was just a false move. His palm changed, turned it into reality, and patted Murong on the chest.

Murong Chong only felt a chill in front of him, especially like a piece of ice sticker. His palm was extremely soft. His palms had not been clapped, and his chest was out of breathless.

As the eunuch in charge of the inner palace, Liu Futong specializes in collecting and sorting out information in Jinling City. Since he knew about the assassination of the eastern suburbs of the emperor, he also found some clues from the poison in the guard. There was news that Nanyan Proton hurriedly left Qihua Gate, and he was suspicious, so he personally took some people outside the north city. Searching, he accidentally found three people in this ruined temple.

The other party is just two energetic juniors, and a maidservant who doesn't know martial arts. She plays like a cat scratching a mouse.

But after only three moves, it began to be dangerous. Liu Futong did not kill. He was not in a hurry. It was a rare pleasure for eunuchs to torture people. His hands gradually became more energetic, and one palm also had a thousand pounds of power. Obviously, he wanted to kill the little prince. Innate martial artists could continue to borrow from heaven and earth. Come to Reiki to supplement your own true qi. It can be said that true qi is endless and continuous. Naturally, it is not afraid of the loss of true qi.

In a short time, Murong Chong was tired and out of breath. His vitality did not continue, so he had to get rid of his strength. However, the ants were still living secretly. Although they knew that they were invincible, they still had to work hard. At the corner of his eyes, Liu Wei had woken up, and his eyes showed determination. Murong was shocked. Suddenly, Liu Wei's vitality soared and rushed to Liu Futong from behind.

Liu Futong smiled contemptuously, turned his palm into a finger, and turned back to Liu Wei Dantian. Unexpectedly, Liu Wei did not dodge. He let the point on his lower abdomen and suddenly opened a big hole. However, Liu Wei knew that he was escaping tonight. He was cute and determined to live and death. His arms were round, like steel, and he reported the death of Mr. He shouted:

"Young master, let's go." His eyes are red, and the corners of his eyes are bleeding.

After Liu Wei retired from the army due to old injuries, he was obviously a guard. In fact, he retired in the royal palace. Later, he received the great kindness of Murong Chong's mother Shen Shi, so he recognized him as the young master. He never left him for three years in Jinling City. Murong Chong also treated him as a relative. Seeing that Liu Wei's whole body was full of vitality, Dantian was broken, he knew that he would die. It's sad, but he also knows that he has won the opportunity to escape because of his death. Looking back, Yingxiang no longer knows where he is, so he no longer hesitates. His body suddenly moved, his footsteps were wrong, and he flew back. His body turned into a light smoke and rushed out of the broken temple.

In just two breaths, Liu Futong's shrill voice came from behind: "Heaven and earth, it's hard to fly with wings. Why does the little prince have to escape again?"

Murong Chong only felt that his heart was full of coldness. A true qi hit his heart. The cold air flowed all over his body in an instant, and his blood seemed to condense. His eyes were black, and the feeling of dizziness came.

At the critical moment of life and death, Murong Chong bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the pain made him wake up a little. Without stopping under his feet, with the palm of the other party, he rushed forward a few steps and flew up. In an instant, two shadows flew left and right together, which was the "Yan Shuangfei" body of free travel.

In his busy schedule, he looked back at the broken temple. Liu Wei had fallen to the ground and had no breath. He endured his grief, but did not dare to stop at all and fled forward with all his strength.

"Oh!" Sun Daowen frowned and was a little surprised by the strength of the other party, but he didn't think so. His mysterious palm was extremely poisonous. Not to mention that the other party was just a vitality-level martial artist, even the innate master of the same level could not support it for long.

Liu Futong's body shook, and he could step out three or four feet, and then three or four steps could catch up with Gongsun Ping.

Suddenly, a warning in my heart suddenly emerged. The martial arts cultivation reached the innate realm, and I had a sense of the aura around me and could sense my own danger. This kind of feeling had saved Liu Futong's life several times.

"It's not good." Liu Futong stopped suddenly, and a white light cut down from the top of the temple with lightning speed. The real atmosphere is turbulent and like lightning.

Liu Futong was shocked and suddenly came to an iron plate bridge in a hurry. His whole body was like a spineless bone. He folded it back from the middle. He almost let the white light, cut a slender cut in his abdomen, and almost opened his stomach.

The white light shines on the ground for a long time.

"True gasification, refining the realm of gods." Liu Futong was shocked again and did not dare to relax. It was like a spring under his feet. His body did not move, but his whole body automatically slid back more than a few feet away. Then he dared to get up and looked at the place where the sword light fell in shock and angrily, but he did not dare to stay at all. Several ups and downs fell into the jungle in the distance.

Outside the ruined temple, there is silence.

Murong Chong also saw the sword light when he fled. Knowing that someone was helping him, he breathed a sigh of relief. The Xuanyin palm in his body did it vigorously, and one fell to the ground.

I don't know how long it took before Murong Chong woke up and found that he was lying on a **. There was a lamp like beans on the table, and there were four pots of charcoal fires all over his body. The room was steaming, but Murong Chong was like lying naked on the ice, trembling.

After a while, the footsteps outside the door sounded and the door opened.

"You're awake." An old man said slowly in a hoarse voice.

Murong Chong struggled to sit up. Unexpectedly, as soon as his body moved, a few cold breaths in his body came out of his internal organs and twisted them into the veins. Suddenly, he was like ten thousand ants eating hearts. His face changed dramatically, and the painful cold sweat flowed down.

A palm pressed on his back, and a pure true breath poured in. The chaotic breath was suddenly suppressed, the pain slowly subsided, and there was some warmth in the hands and feet.

At this time, Murong Chong saw the person coming clearly. The old man was about 60 years old. He was tall and thin, with long white hair, a haggard look, and his face was black and seemed to be dead. It was Mr. Shen who was knocked down by Wu Yixue into the moat.

"Thank you, old gentleman, for your help." Murong Chong didn't know that it was the old man who saved his life.

"Don't be busy thanking me. Your life may not be saved. Liu Futong's Xuanyin palm is not so easy to solve." The old man's face was getting worse and worse. He coughed and said with a wry smile, "At the moment, I can't protect myself."

Murong was shocked and shouted, "Sir!"

"Don't worry, you can't die for a while. Listen to me." The old man smiled bitterly.

"My surname is Shen, and I am also from Nanyan. I am your mother's distant uncle. I was entrusted by your mother to take care of you. I have been around you for the past three years, but you don't know."

"Mother?" Murong Chong's eyes were slightly red.

Mr. Shen took a breath and said, "I won't say more about your mother. In the future, you will understand it by yourself. She just wants you to be safe, but born in the emperor's house, you don't want to live secretly. This time, you left Jinling City early, otherwise you will die, and I can't save you."

"Don't go back to Nanyan. Now the ruler of Nanyan is not Murong Kong, the king of Nanyan, nor your father, but...," Mr. Shen paused, "In a word, don't go back to Nanyan before you have the ability to protect yourself."

Mr. Shen coughed a few more times, and there was a faint blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Murong rushed and said, "Mr. Shen, how are you?"

"It doesn't matter. You don't have to worry. Liu Futong's Xuanyin palm is very troublesome. If my skills are still there, it is not difficult to help you resolve it. Now I can only help you suppress the insidiousness. You can have a good rest first."

Murong's eyes beat and stopped talking. Mr. Shen already understood his meaning: "You want to ask whether the two people with you are alive or dead."

Then he sighed: "Your house is a man. He would rather die than give up. He is a loyal and righteous person. It's a pity. I have cremated his bones and can take him back to my hometown in the future. As for the maidservant, I didn't find her body. She may have been kidnapped or escaped."