Chapter 7 Forging the Sword Hunduo

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Watching the red figure that could not be stopped no matter how hard others tried to dissuade her, Bai Feng just sighed slightly and sat cross-legged facing the winding stream again, adjusting her body.

Murong Yan and Zhao Xiaomei beside the injured boy just felt puzzled and worried: after all, they had encountered countless bandits and bandits along the way. If Miss E Wu also encountered them, no matter how she possessed "strange powers", she would also be a double killer. A fist is difficult to beat with four hands.

Out of such concerns, Murong Yan sat by the stream with Bai Feng and expressed all her worries from the bottom of her heart. After hearing this, Bai Feng replied: "Since she is unwilling to be honest with us, why should we believe her? If E Feiying is a spy sent by Sima Tu, do you still want to intercede for her, Yan'er?"

"Having said that, it's not good to let her wander around the wilderness like a girl..."

"Yan'er, she is not an ordinary girl!" Bai Feng stroked the stab wounds on her body and replied: "Look at the stab wounds on my body, it is enough to show that ordinary people cannot hurt her at all... It is better to take this opportunity to rest for a while. , so as not to break the wound again due to the fatigue of traveling and traveling. By then, I will have to trouble you to wash my clothes again. "

Zhao Xiaomei also echoed: "Sister Murong, one thing is worse than one thing less. She doesn't want to go with us, so we are not surprised! At worst, let my brother work faster when the time comes, and we will be able to find traces of E Feiying soon. "

After hearing this, Murong Yan nodded silently and agreed. Then, he and the young man looked at each other tactfully for a moment, laughed sarcastically, took the bloody clothes and cloth placed next to him, and said to the little sister: "Little sister, let's go to the side first, don't disturb other people's clearing." build……"

After the words, there was a period of silence. Bai Feng looked at the scenery by the stream, only to see the bright blue green. Orioles, swallows and small flowers are dotted among them, and catfish, fish and rabbits look at each other across the bank. The bright sun is on your head, your feet are on the stone mountains; the fragrance flows through your nose, and the tranquility is heard in your ears; you are far away from the rivers and lakes, with the spirit of nature in your heart.

The two girls in the distance both rolled up their sleeves, revealing their slender white arms, swaying by the creek that was as clear as theirs, as light and gentle as willow silk blowing in the wind. Murong Yan was washing away the blood on her hands by the gurgling stream; the younger sister was twisting a piece of young grass and inserting it upside down into the stream, attracting the little fish in the stream to come and go quickly, so as to relieve her boredom.

Perhaps only in a place far away from people can we get rid of all the malice from the world, completely let go of the shackles in our hearts, and devote ourselves to thinking about ourselves and others. For Bai Feng, who had been practicing in the mountains for several years, this situation made him deeply moved. It is now and it will be in the future.

After sitting quietly for a while, the young man found that the newly applied mud on the injured area had dried and condensed, so he got up and went to find Murong Yan who was baking and washing clothes in front of the fire. After re-bandaging the wound, he dressed plainly and set off back to the carriage, ready to continue the journey.

After telling Zhao Kuo and Ajuan about E Feiying, although Zhao Kuo boasted that he knew countless people and believed that a straightforward and heroic girl like Miss E Wu would never do the harm Bai Feng said, he could not avoid being interrupted. Xiangmeng, continue to whip the horse forward.

For Zhao Kuo, who had worked hard all night, the most important thing now was to have a good sleep. So, sitting in front of the carriage, he couldn't help complaining: "Tell me, how can there be any reason in this world for a master to be a groom for his disciples?" He shook his riding whip and pulled the bridle as if to vent his grievances.

Ajuan behind him saw that Zhao Kuo was acting like a young master again, so he sarcastically said: "There is no master here, we are all friends! What's more, you are the only man who can work here, can you bear to let the three of us do it?" Is this girl showing up to protect you two grown men?"

"It's not that I'm unwilling, but the old injury on my back seems to have recurred..." Zhao Kuo turned around and looked at the Miao girl who had been chatting with him all morning. He pretended to be miserable and said: "Ajuan, grandma's stick was so cruel! I still can't forget the pain. Now I can't sleep well and don't eat enough. I'm afraid that I will suddenly lose my strength halfway through the journey and fall unconscious... …”

Seeing that he seemed to be serious, Ajuan couldn't help but recall the adventure on the day they first met. She couldn't help but snickered in her heart, and then replied: "Looking at your miserable appearance, how about you?" Then I’ll personally help you ‘treat it’, how about it?”

"That's great! Hehe..." After saying that, Zhao Kuo started galloping on his horse with great interest.

As expected, after a short journey, several people in the carriage found traces of E Feiying on the road.

I saw a lonely figure walking in the middle of the road ahead. Apart from a white lining and a dark red singlet, there was only a pair of swords and nothing else.

Zhao Kuo deliberately slowed down his speed, slowly approached the opponent, and shouted loudly: "Miss E Wu, where are you going!"

"What does it have to do with you? Get out of here!" E Feiying showed no mercy and angrily shouted as she walked away.

"Miss E Wu, we think so too... It's just that you have occupied this road all by yourself, and our carriage can't pass! Can you step aside and let us go first?" Zhao Kuo said calmly, Still swaying the opponent's position in terms of rhetoric.

E Feiying suddenly stopped and stepped to the side. She looked at the rich man driving the car with an extremely fierce face and shouted: "Hurry up!"

"Okay... let's leave now!" Zhao Kuo had just finished speaking, thinking that the matter would be over. Unexpectedly, E Feiying suddenly shouted in horror, so frightened that he had to stop his horse.

"Ah ah! There is a ghost!" E Feiying fell on the grass in response. Zhao Kuo jumped off the carriage and went to investigate.

E Feiying was lying on her side, her right ankle was tightly grasped by a bloody and dirty hand that emerged from the low bushes beside the road, so that she could not stand up and had to twist her waist. , moving his hips back.

Bai Feng and the others in the carriage also followed the voice and got out of the carriage, all wanting to find out what happened.

Zhao Kuo first found a withered branch, poked the bloody hand a few times, and found that it looked like a living hand. Then he plucked up the courage, stepped forward, and carefully removed the bloody hand from E Feiying's ankle.

"Miss E! These are the hands of a living person!" After Zhao Kuo said this, he followed the bloody hand to the bushes and dragged out a body covered in blood.

"What's going on!" E Feiying was still in shock, and wanted to get closer to the blood-red body to take a closer look, but the filthy smell filled the air. Instead, she jumped away a few rooms, and inadvertently returned to Bai Feng and his party. , asked in surprise: "Young Master Bai?"

Bai Feng looked at E Feiying's chest that was constantly breathing heavily due to extreme fear. It seemed that he had just remembered that the "weird" martial artist in front of him was also a girl. He was instantly ashamed of his original suspicion: "Miss E, you are okay. Right? Where did the ghost come from in broad daylight?"

"Over there! You...go and see for yourself!" After E Feiying said that, she hid behind the others.

Bai Feng complied and went to Zhao Kuo's side and asked, "Brother Zhao, what's going on?"

Zhao Kuo remained silent, but his right hand was held tightly by the left hand of the body. The muddy face suddenly spoke a few intermittent words: "Please...send the letter...to Jimingyi...E Binghuan's hands...give us a few days of grace...me! Uh! "After he finished speaking, he died and became a bloody corpse.

Bai Feng saw that the bloody corpse's right hand was tightly covering the letter in his chest, so he took it out. The envelope was stained with blood, and only the words "Doctor", "Zhang Yi", and "E Binghuan" were vaguely visible. Looking at this, the young man realized that he had wrongly blamed E Feiying.

"I see..." Bai Feng said to himself, and let Zhao Kuo take away the letter in his hand.

"Brother Bai, this person has been seriously injured for some time. I'm afraid he is still alive today just to save the letter..." Zhao Kuo took the "blood letter" and came to E Feiying and said: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, How come Miss E Wu, who has extraordinary martial arts, is still afraid of 'evil ghosts'?"

"You've never seen an 'evil ghost', how do you know it's not scary!" E Feiying retorted, then took the "blood letter" and suddenly exclaimed: "Zhang Yi! Look, it's my cousin Zhang Yi! Just tell me I didn't lie to you!" Miss E Wu was about to open the envelope, but Zhao Kuo stopped her.

"Miss E Wu... this letter must be very important. Why not open it on the carriage?"

E Feiying wiped the tears of fear from the corner of her eyes, put the letter into her blouse, and returned to the carriage with the other female companions. After Bai Feng and Zhao Kuo buried the nameless bloody corpse, they walked the last part of the road together again.

There is no doubt that they are once again involved in a conspiracy.