At the same time, in the canyon on the edge of Qingyuan territory. Qing Kun led a group of disciples and marched towards the location explored on the map with unstoppable momentum.
"It's almost there, everyone insists."
Qingkun stretched his legs across a broken piece of wood that had fallen to the ground and turned around to cheer everyone up.
The disciples also shouted and responded energetically, and their voices could be heard far away in the forest.
Subiezhi, who was a certain distance away from them and was still looking for their traces everywhere, heard their noisy voices from a distance and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.
"What's this? If there is really an enemy army, you will have to die eight times just by relying on this intelligence."
He pushed aside a bunch of drooping vines, looked far ahead, and complained softly.
After deciding on a solution, he launched his magic technique and hurried in the direction of the sound.
Qingkun and others, completely unaware of the pursuers behind them, still trudged along the route on the map.
As they went deeper and deeper, the road became more and more difficult, and the grass and fields along the road became more and more primitive, and even became difficult to enter.
Qingkun held a long halberd and kept cutting a narrow passage with the sharp tip of the halberd. The other disciples followed closely behind him, because once they fell behind, it would be difficult to catch up immediately.
After walking for a while, some disciples felt very tired and hummed softly.
The vegetation on both sides of the mountain valley is very lush, blocking the sky outside the valley. They had no way of telling when it was now or how long they had been walking, so they had no choice but to pin their hopes on the still endless horizon ahead.
A small ravine appeared on the road ahead, connected only by a fallen tree stump covered with moss. Under the ditch was a puddle of blue-gray mud, which also exuded an unpleasant smell.
Qing Kun took the lead and walked in front of everyone. When he saw this, he stepped up carefully. The moss was stained with dew, and the stump was so slippery that you could fall if you lost your footing. Fortunately, he was good at martial arts, and in two quick steps, he reached the other side of the ditch.
Then, he turned the halberd around and stretched out the end of the halberd pole towards the disciples: "Grab the pole and come here carefully."
The disciples who were following him saw that he walked over without any effort at all. They took a chance and wanted to show off their strength, so they boldly stepped forward. However, his balance was far inferior to Qing Kun's. His heel slipped and he fell into the mud puddle next to him.
Seeing this, Qing Kun quickly leaned over to catch him. Fortunately, there was no danger, but he was covered in mud and looked extremely embarrassed.
The other disciples had a good memory after seeing this, and none of them dared to show off. They grabbed Qing Kun's halberd pole and walked slowly. But even so, many disciples sprained their feet on tree stumps and fell into the smelly muddy water.
Just crossing a ditch, the team that was full of morale just now immediately turned into a team of dirty beggars. Qing Kun felt very complicated in his heart when he saw the miserable appearance of the disciples behind him.
After a slight adjustment, they continued along the map. It seems that the destination detected by Chatan is not far away, and he should arrive soon.
Thinking of this, Qing Kun continued to encourage his disciples. But now the disciples have recovered sparsely, and even have no momentum at all.
Seeing this situation, Qingkun felt ashamed, angry, and anxious. Regarding this "bandit suppression", he had always been confident. But now it seems that he feels more and more that he made a mistake in judgment.
If this is not mentioned for the time being. But their own troops have been exhausted to this point. If a war really starts later, how high will their chances of winning be? They are overwhelmed and exhausted, and their morale is low. No matter from which angle you look at it, it seems that they will be defeated.
However, he has now made a decision and has come here. As the saying goes, there is no turning back when a bow is fired. If he were to go back and bow his head to Qingyan now, it would be even worse than death.
As he thought this, he was distracted for a moment and did not see his feet clearly. Suddenly he felt a stumble on his foot, staggered twice, and almost fell down.
The disciples behind him quickly rushed forward to support him. Qingkun calmed down, nodded slightly, and pushed away the disciple's hands.
Looking at the narrow sky above his head, he raised his head and sighed slowly.
He was thinking of the disciples behind him. Yes, it doesn't matter if he dies, but his biggest sin is taking so many fresh young lives with him. Maybe, they will also die.
"Alas..." Thinking of this, the wrinkles at the corners of Qingkun's eyes deepened a lot.
He turned his head and asked the close disciple in a low voice: "Are you afraid of death?"
The disciple was stunned. But soon, he shook his head: "Deputy leader, I'm not afraid. If I were, why would I come with you?"
"Yes, deputy master." A disciple behind him also stepped forward and said, "Since we are here, we are ready to wake up. To sacrifice one's life to become a benevolent person, no matter what we say, it will be a heavier death than Mount Tai! "
Qingkun looked at these young people with pity. He felt inexplicably guilty and heartbroken, but there was no way out. Here, he could only hope that the Fengji Sect would bless them and be victorious.
Having the confidence again, Qing Kun raised his halberd and gave orders, and everyone continued to march slowly into the deep valley.
Outside the canyon, the sky has shifted from noon to afternoon. The fading light gradually faded, and the canyon quickly dimmed, as if the sun was about to set.
Qingkun and others looked at the map and found that the target was close in front of them. With a rush of energy, they couldn't help but speed up their pace.
"As long as we walk along the bottom of the valley for half an hour, we can reach..."
Qingkun and his disciples looked at the map carefully and said. The light was dim and the route above was difficult to see. Fortunately, everyone worked together and there was no problem.
"Wait a minute, deputy master." Suddenly, a disciple from behind shouted in surprise, "Look at the front..."
