Xingyue Taoist Master took Ping Wang and ran for dozens of miles until the horse was panting heavily and its legs were weak, so he had to give up.
In the direction of Jingzhou, he indeed sent a few disciples, ordering them to run a hundred miles away, then turn north and meet him in Dangyang.
However, this place is a deserted land. According to his estimation, even to the nearest Wangdian, there is still about ten miles to go. But looking at their respective horses, he could only shake his head.
People are tired, and horses are even more tired!
"Feng'er, why don't we go to that hill and set up camp! If we walk just a few steps, this horse will be useless!"
Taoist Xingyue's eyesight was very good, and he saw dozens of steps to his right, which looked like a small hill covered with shadows.
"Okay! I'm just waiting here for Dong and the others!"
Qiu Feng wiped his sweat, quickly raised his sword and went over with a few disciples.
At this time, Ping Wang, who was suffering from the pain caused by the acupuncture points, was already wilting. He was limping on the horse all the way, and his internal organs were almost shattered.
"My lord, you have suffered!"
Taoist Master Xingyue smiled faintly and waved his hand. Two disciples came over immediately, one on the left and one on the right, carrying King Ping towards the hillside.
"Feng'er, try not to light the fire, stay inside."
Taoist Master Xingyue thought for a while and quickly reminded Qiu Feng. This place is not too far from Yiling, so be careful in everything.
"OK."
Qiu Feng responded.
Not long after, everyone settled down on the back of the hill. In order to prevent passers-by from discovering it, the top of the hill remained as it was before. Looking at it in the night, there was nothing unusual about it.
"Tao Master, you have been fighting hard and running around here, so you should rest for a while! Feng'er is waiting for Dong Shi and Hall Master Ma right here!"
Saying that, Qiu Feng held his sword and climbed up the hill.
"Well, that's fine. I'm getting older now, and I'm really not as good as before."
Taoist Master Xingyue did not hold on, he sighed softly, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, and soon seemed to have fallen into trance.
Time passes slowly in silence.
of, of...
Finally, the sound of horse hooves came clearly.
"It's Ambassador Dong!"
Qiu Feng felt happy and stood up to greet him.
"Wait a minute, Feng'er, listen to this voice, there are only two horses coming. Since you have left your signal, if it is Dong Shi, you will not miss it. If it is someone else, you don't know whether you are a friend or an enemy!"
At this time, Taoist Master Xingyue suddenly opened his eyes and spoke softly.
"That's right, Taoist Master, it's Feng'er who's too concerned."
When Qiu Feng heard that it made sense, he quickly leaned down again.
Gradually, the sound of horse hooves got closer and closer.
Sure enough, just as Taoist Master Xingyue expected, in the dim night, two riders were running towards them. However, just like them, the two horses seemed to have slowed down while riding, and when they reached the place where they dismounted, they saw two people leaping down.
"Brother, the horse is too tired. Why don't we take a break?"
The one who spoke was ruthless.
The horses their brothers rode were the same as those of Taoist Master Xingyue, both of whom came from the Yiling Army. Therefore, their physical strength is about the same. When the horse is chasing so fast, its legs are weak and it doesn't want to continue moving forward.
"Oh, okay! Second brother, you think this is quite strange. How come Master Xingyue and his party can run so fast?"
Wuming felt helpless and patted the horse's head.
"Brother, could it be that we are looking in the wrong direction?"
Ruthlessness is also very questionable.
"It's hard to say. This person's actions have always been unpredictable. As a brother, I just took a chance on him. At the fork in the road, hoof prints were seen in both places. This was undoubtedly his suspicion plan. Okay. Teach us that we can’t tell the difference!”
Wuming shook his head, and after finishing speaking, he suddenly realized something.
Huo Zhezi was ignited again, and he gently drew out his sword. His face instantly became very nervous.
