After running at top speed for about a quarter of an hour in the foot-thick snow, Chang Siguo's feet gradually became weak, cold sweat began to break out on his forehead, and he felt empty and hungry in his stomach.
Chang Siguo had no choice but to slow down. He usually stayed in the warehouse and had limited space, so he couldn't train his escape skills.
I won't regret it until it's time to use it now.
After only such a short journey, I felt that my strength was insufficient, and the consumption was far beyond the usual training in the room.
He took out a dry and cold noodle pancake with meat oil from the waistband bag, took a hard bite and tore off half a piece, chewed it a few times and swallowed it into his stomach, looking around from the corner of his eyes to stay alert.
He devoured three pancakes and five slices of hard-frozen bacon in a row. After a little replenishment, he took a few sips of cold wine from the seized leather flask, let out a breath of white air, and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. Sweat.
He very much hoped that the heavy wind and snow would cover the footprints he left behind.
In the vast snowfield, at a glance, there are only sparse low bushes covered with white snow, and the occasional dead tree less than a person's height. There are few gullies to hide in. It is estimated that there are still more than twenty or thirty miles. Only then can you enter the mountainous and hilly areas recorded on the Kan map.
Chang Siguo suddenly stopped, his eyes became as sharp as a hawk, staring at a bush twenty steps ahead to the left.
Wiping off the grease on the cotton clothes with his left hand, he took out the hunting bow smoothly, and grabbed the arrow with his right hand behind his back. He twisted his whole body slightly, tightened the muscles in his body, and bent his feet back and forth, assuming a posture ready for a violent attack at any time.
He had an instinctive and dangerous feeling of being peeped by a beast in the dark, and his scalp was exploding.
It prompted him to accelerate the movement of the breath in the sea of qi along the meridians to eliminate the fear in his heart, and he did not hesitate to consume part of the breath to distribute it throughout the muscles and bones of the chest, abdomen, waist, and back, so as to recover his physical strength as quickly as possible.
This was a little recovery method that he came up with when his cultivation was not improving a few days ago.
A tall and tall young man stood up from behind the bushes. He was wearing a large furry coat unique to the Beirong people and a white burqa. His eyes were a bit narrow and his appearance was handsome, unlike the Beirong people's face. On the left A dark green sheathed straight knife hung on his waist, his hands clapped gently, and a seemingly harmless smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.
He looked up and down at the young boy, who was neither young nor old, with a dark face and a bit of childishness, and said:
"A cultivator in the middle stage of the One Calamity True Yuan Realm has not even learned the ordinary leaping technique, let alone using Qi to drive energy. He can only run with brute force of his body, but his perception is quite sensitive. It is a bit strange to be able to detect where Le Mou is from such a distance. Meaning, ha.”
Chang Siguo did not shoot the sharp arrow in his hand immediately. He felt that he would not hit the opponent, so he slowly and cautiously retreated back without saying anything. His mind was racing, looking for a way to escape.
His cultivation in the middle stage of the True Yuan Realm and his sensitive perception were not important to him at this time.
He could see the subtle cat-and-mouse banter and disinterest in the other person's eyes.
Encountering this kind of situation where he could neither run nor fight nor win, and still have pursuers behind him, gave him a very difficult headache. Why did the Beirong people set up an ambush here?
Le Mozhi stood there and said in a gentle tone: "Little brother, you are a body-training warrior who has been trained in the army through your own efforts, right? There are no training resources, no advanced skills, and no one to guide you in your training. Direction, you must have suffered a lot? Judging from your attire, you are just an ordinary soldier in the army. Nanping treats you very harshly."
After talking about it, I shook my head, feeling quite sorry that the other party felt it was not worth it.
Chang Siguo still didn't say anything. Just a moment later, he recovered most of his strength and retreated thirty steps away.
The other party described his previous situation as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
In the military camp, except for a few full meals every time he came back from a victorious battle, he could hardly fill his stomach at other times, let alone such unheard-of high-end goods as cultivation resources. Being able to break through to the level of a body refiner was completely impossible. Hei Wa persisted in training, which was extremely boring and tedious, and he risked his life time and time again on the battlefield.
The next four months of hanging out with Old Man Mo kept my stomach full.
What does the other party want to do by talking so much nonsense to him? Do you want to recruit him because he is a talented person?
"We in Beirong treat cultivators all over the world kindly. Little brother, come to us in Beirong. Beirong can provide you with the most suitable exercises and the resources needed for cultivation. You will be able to enjoy whatever achievements you make in the future and the level of cultivation you reach. If you are treated accordingly, why should you suffer the indignities of being treated like thieves in Nanping?"
"How can a man be born in this world and stay in a humble position and a place of poverty for a long time?"
"Come to Beirong, we have all the skills, resources, money, power, and beauties for you to use!"
Le Mozhi didn't seem to worry about the boy running away at all, his tone was extremely bewitching, and his smile became more friendly and kind.
It is already bright, but the sun will not come out. It is still cloudy.
There is thin snow and mist in the wilderness, and the winter is cold and desolate.
Chang Siguo stopped retreating, turned around cautiously, and looked behind.
He saw a slender figure strolling from the mist, with snow under its feet without making any sound. It was a young woman, wrapped in a white light fur coat, with flying hair, and her face was covered with white gauze, so her appearance could not be seen. His eyes were cold and murderous.
It was the killing intent in the woman's eyes that made Chang Siguo realize there was someone a hundred steps behind.
Being attacked from both sides, does he really want to surrender to Beirong in order to survive?
Chang Siguo turned his body sideways and took off the sharp arrow held in his right hand from the bowstring. He had to think carefully.
Le Mozhi had a calm smile on his face and did not rush the thinking pawn in front of him. However, the woman coming from the north kept walking and approached step by step. Her robes were swinging like spring willows and her figure was extremely beautiful.
After only five breaths, Chang Siguo made up his mind and showed a harmless smile to the man: "If you want me to vote for Beirong, there is nothing wrong with me." Seeing the man's appreciative smile, he pointed back at the woman: "This beauty It belongs to me, and it seems to be very fertile."
Didn’t I just say that powerful and beautiful women have everything they need and can be used as they wish?
So, please cash in.
Le Mozhi was stunned for a moment before he reacted.
His face suddenly turned ugly, a barbarian who wasted all his words and didn't know how to appreciate someone.
The woman was also stunned for a moment before she understood what good fertility meant? He dared to compare her to a country girl, and was so vulgar that he deliberately disgusted her.
"court death!"
Murderous intent surged in her eyes, her eyebrows raised, she stopped and shouted to the man who came over: "Brother, please don't interfere yet, I will cut this little Nanman thief into pieces with a thousand knives." With a snap, the cold light came out of its sheath.
Without waiting for the man to respond, the woman jumped up and down, and with a graceful figure, she charged towards the mean-mouthed boy who was more than eighty steps away.
Chang Siguo, carrying all the baggage on his back, twisted around and ran towards the west.
Do you really think he is a brainless fool? After being provoked by a few empty words, he threw away his weapons and surrendered.
When the time comes, there will be no free cannon fodder for those who are controlled by others, and they will be treated as slaves, so how can they be treated favorably?
Those who are not of my race must have different thoughts, but he believes that he will follow them the same way in this world.
The two people on the other side were eyeing each other and asked him to choose one of them as his opponent. Then he would rather choose the woman playing the villain in the back. The man felt more dangerous to him. He would use verbal insults to drive the woman crazy. Instead of putting himself in the middle of the attack between the two, he would Maybe there's still a chance of survival.
So far, his strategy seems to be successful.
While running, he turned around and shot an arrow.
The woman's figure ducked slightly, the sword in her hand stirred, shattering the flying arrows, and the pursuit speed was slightly slowed down.
Chang Siguo kept running without stopping, running with wind in his ears. Then he saw the man on the left rear leisurely, standing dozens of steps away. He had no intention of taking action, and only had a trace of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, as if to mock his ignorance. Life or death.
He took another sharp arrow with his backhand. Chang Siguo ran a few steps and shot another arrow back.
There was no aim, and he was still running wildly. No matter how the woman dodges, every arrow never leaves the woman's vitals and never misses.
Such a rapid succession of arrows forced the woman to slow down, and she was unable to catch up for a while.
The young woman was so angry that her eyes were burning, but she had no other choice. She was not good at long-range attacks and refused to speak out, so she asked her senior brother to help her deal with a little thief.
Thinking about using up the arrows in the arrow pot of the little thief in front, how can he still play tricks?
