The sky gradually darkened, and Xiao Ning's horse ran for more than thirty miles in a row. He was so dizzy all the way down that he had already left the official road, and it was difficult to distinguish things for a while.
After crossing a shallow beach, there was an uphill slope ahead. The horse bumped, and Xiao Ning was unable to sit firmly and rolled off the horse. He rolled twice on the ground and leaned over a big rock. There was no movement for a long time. After a long time, the sobs gradually sounded, from low to high, and soon turned into howls. While crying, he punched the stone. After a while, the skin of his hand was completely broken and the bluestone was stained with blood. She was crying, but before she could catch her breath, she rolled her eyes and fainted.
It was getting dark, and there was only a corpse-like figure lying there beside the forest by the water, but it was not desolate at all.
No one can predict the weather in early summer. The sun is still shining during the day, but it rains at night.
Xiao Ning was unconscious for several hours on the ground. At this time, he woke up after being poured by the rain. The wounds on his legs and hands were extremely painful from the water.
At this moment, he had no choice but to get up with difficulty on his hands and feet. He saw that his horse was snoring not far away, and he limped forward, climbed on the horse, and headed into the woods.
A towering ancient tree looked like a canopy umbrella. Xiao Ning had to shelter from the rain all night under this tree. When the sky was bright, the rain stopped.
After looking at the white wounds on his legs, shaking off the soaked clothes on his body, and tightening the cloth belt around his waist, he gritted his teeth, climbed on his mount, and left for the official road.
After asking around all the way, we walked west for more than ten miles before we found another official road. It was almost noon at this time, and we had not taken in water or rice all day and night. We were already hungry. After walking for another two or three miles, we vaguely saw a person in front of us. It was not a small town, so now he had no choice but to grit his teeth and urge his horse to go straight to the town.
As he was walking, he saw two horses galloping towards him. On the left was an elderly man who was nearly fifty years old. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. He had a clear face and three strands of long beard flowing down his chest, revealing his flesh and roots. Breathable, very energetic, immediately put on a steel knife, very delicate. On the right side is a young man in his early thirties, with a thin build and a pair of big, shining eyes. On his back is a sheathed tiger-head knife with hidden edge.
The three of them had already passed each other. The older man glanced at Xiao Ning and suddenly stopped his mount. The horse neighed and spun several times. Suddenly, the young man next to him had to take several steps to catch the horse. He turned around and said, "Master..."
Before he finished speaking, the older man waved his hand, pointed his finger at Xiao Ning and galloped after him.
The two of them were not as good as Xiao Ning. They hurriedly chased Li Xu before catching up. The older man called out urgently: "Brother in front, please go slowly."
Xiao Ning was filled with grief and anger at this moment, already like a frightened bird. Hearing the rapid sound of horse hooves behind him and someone shouting, he reined in the reins, took a breath of Qi, pressed the handle of the knife with one hand, and secretly grabbed two darts with the other hand, and stopped. On the road.
The two people over there rushed closer. The older man looked at Xiao Ning carefully. Looking at his muddy clothes, messy bun, bleeding wounds on his legs, and blood stains on the right hand holding the knife, he couldn't help but feel... After a click, he asked carefully: "My surname is Xiao Mingning, from Jiangling."
"Who are you?" Xiao Ning became even more nervous, and the fingers holding the knife turned pale.
When the older man saw it, he couldn't be wrong, and his heart became cold again. He frowned, twirled his beard and said, "I'm 'Golden Sword' Luo Yi."
When Xiao Ning heard that it was the master of the Divine Sword Sect, Uncle Luo, the 'Golden Sword' who was going to defect with Uncle Wang and Uncle Yu this time, Xiao Ning's body swayed, and he almost fell off his horse when his mind relaxed.
But suddenly his eyes widened again, he pulled out half of the knife, and shouted in a cold voice: "How can I prove that you are the leader of the Luo Clan!"
Luo Yi shook his head helplessly, smiled slightly, and pulled out the knife with a "canglanglang" sound.
Hearing the sound of the sword, Xiao Ning shivered, and couldn't help but shake his left hand and shoot out the two darts. He drew his sword and urged his horse to go straight to Luo Yi to kill him.
Luo Yi originally wanted to draw a knife to prove his identity, but Xiao Ning reacted so violently. Now he saw the darts reaching his chest, so he had to make an "iron bridge" on his horse to get out of the way of the two darts. Before he could get up, Xiao Ning's knife had already chopped off his head. Down.
The young man next to him also reacted at this time and hurriedly drew his knife to fight.
There was only a "dang" sound when the two knives met. The young man's knife dropped two inches and almost touched Luo Yi's clothes. This shock only made him feel hot in his mouth, and he was shocked. He secretly thought that this young man was not old and had a lot of strength.
At this moment, Luo Yi also stabbed the two of them apart, and shouted: "Stop!" He handed the knife in front of Xiao Ning, "This fish-scale purple gold knife is my famous weapon, Luo Yi, don't you?" Check for inspection.”
Xiao Ning saw the knife in front of him. It was more than three feet long and four inches wide. It had a straight blade, a thick back and a thin blade. It was shining with gold, and fish scales were faintly visible in the sunlight. He knew that he had encountered something good.
At that time, the steel knife fell to the ground with a "clang" sound, and he shouted sadly: "Uncle Luo, hurry up and save Uncle Yu..." Before he finished speaking, his true energy was gone, and he rolled his eyes and fell off the horse.
Luo Yi was shocked when he heard this. He got off his horse and helped Xiao Ning up together with the man, and ordered: "Take him back to gather the people who are going down the mountain this time. Inform your third division uncle that they should come here quickly. I will rescue your second division." uncle."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and shot an arrow with flags and flowers into the sky. He jumped onto his mount, whipped the horse and rushed down in the direction pointed by Xiao Ning.
When Xiao Ning woke up again, it was no longer the afternoon of the next day. The sky was bright outside the window. He turned his head slightly and saw Wang Wei sitting next to the bed. At this moment, Wang Wei's eyes were red and his face was sad. Seeing Xiao Ning wake up, He hurriedly rubbed his eyes and leaned over: "Ning'er, you're awake, how do you feel?"
"Uncle Wang," you don't know if you don't speak. As soon as you speak, Xiao Ning realizes that there seems to be a handful of sand in his throat, and he is so hoarse that he can't even make a sound.
Wang Wei quickly helped him sit up, stuffed a pillow behind him, and then brought half a bowl of warm water for him to drink.
After a few sips of water, his throat felt much better. Xiao Ning then asked again: "Uncle Wang, have you found Uncle Yu?"
Wang Wei sighed sadly, raised his head and tried to hold back his tears, "Don't worry about anything else, take good care of yourself."
"Uncle Wang, what's wrong with Uncle Yu?" Xiao Ning suddenly felt that something was wrong. He tried hard to get out of bed, but he was so exhausted that he almost rolled to the ground.
When Wang Wei saw him, he quickly stepped forward to help him, laid him down again, and then frowned and said: "You take good care of yourself first, and I will take you to see your Uncle Yu later."
Xiao Ning knew that there was nothing he could do now, so he had to agree with tears and rest in peace.
Two more days passed in a flash. Xiao Ning was just mentally exhausted, a little damaged in vitality, and the wind and cold entered his body. He did not suffer any internal injuries. The most serious thing was just the hook wound on his leg. Scab.
In the early morning of that day, Wang Wei brought another doctor to check his pulse. The doctor also felt that he was fine, so he left with only the prescription for recuperation.
Wang Wei then walked closer and before he could speak, he handed Fang Bai Ling over and said, "Let's go and see your Uncle Yu."
Xiao Ning had been prepared in his heart, but when the incident came, his hands and feet were cold, and he took Bai Ling tremblingly, "Uncle Wang, Uncle Yu..."
Wang Wei shook his head, tried hard to hold back his tears, and walked out of the door first.
Outside the house is a large courtyard, which was originally an property under the Shen Dao Sect. At this moment, Wang Wei led Xiao Ning to the backyard, and saw a high mourning shed in the courtyard. There were several men working there, and there were offerings on the table. There is a memorial tablet with the inscription "The fifth generation disciple of Shen Dao Sect, Yu Tao's Ark", and the ashes are placed in a white porcelain altar in front of the table.
When Xiao Ning saw him, he immediately cried out in grief and rushed forward to cry bitterly. His head and hands were all covered in blood.
After a long time, Wang Wei saw that his voice was hoarse, so he had to forcefully drag him up, "Ning'er, stop crying, come with me to the back hall to meet a few people."
Xiao Ning nodded, then tried to hold back his sorrowful voice, and walked towards the back with Wang Wei's support.
There were already two people sitting in the back hall, but now they all stood up when someone came in. When Xiao Ning looked at it, one of them knew him, Luo Yi, the leader of the Divine Sword Clan, but he didn't recognize the other one. He saw that this man was a few years younger than the leader of the Luo Clan. He was almost nine feet tall, with a white face, sword-shaped eyebrows and long eyes. The next one has a black beard, a wasp's waist and an ape's back, and his hands are long and his legs are long.
Wang Wei helped Xiao Ning into the room, first pointed at Luo Yi and said, "This is your Uncle Luo. I think you saw him when you came here."
Without waiting for Xiao Ning to answer, he pointed to another person and said solemnly: "This is the 'Shen Gun' Wang Sect Master of Taiyuan Golden Spear Sect. Ning'er can go and meet your Uncle Yu's life-and-death acquaintance."
As soon as Xiao Ning left Wang Wei's supporting hand, she was about to salute Wang Zongliang. Unexpectedly, the leader of the Wang family had already rushed to him, supported Xiao Ning and sat down slowly. At this time, his eyes were filled with tears, and he said: " You are Xiao Ning, right? I heard what your Uncle Wang said about you. I didn’t expect that I would be late when I received the notice from Brother Luo. It would be too late to hurry up. Ning’er, regarding your Uncle Yu’s matter, don’t..." said At this point, I was choked up and couldn't speak anymore.
Luo Yi was afraid that the two of them would start crying at each other again, so he hurriedly stepped forward to stop them. The four of them sat down, and then Luo Yi slowly said: "Ning'er, we have already heard what your Uncle Wang said about the previous matter. You will go back secretly that day." , it has been more than two hours since he saw you, and he wandered around Huashigang for two days without finding any trace of you. I only knew that Tan Fei and his group were also looking for you all over the place, so I guessed that you had escaped. So what happened?"
After hearing Luo Yi's inquiry, Xiao Ning calmed down and recounted the events of that day one by one, from how to rescue Yu Fangzhou from the siege to seeking medical treatment in Dongjialing, to the two expeditions to Huashigang where traces were revealed, and the three pursuits along the way. In the end, he bid farewell to Yu Fangzhou in tears.
The words continued for more than an hour. As soon as the words were finished, everyone was silent, and the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
After a long time, as if he had finished digesting Xiao Ning's words, Wang Wei took a deep breath and said: "There are so many things, alas..."
"Yes, who would have thought of it." Luo Yi also sighed, "No wonder Ning'er was in such a miserable state when I met him that day. If I hadn't seen the second junior brother's purple-gold dragon-headed spear at a glance, I almost missed it.”
"Uncle Luo, how did you find Uncle Yu? Did he leave anything behind?" Xiao Ning raised his head and looked at Luo Yi.
Luo Yi looked at Xiao Ning in embarrassment, then at Wang Wei and Wang Zongliang, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.
Wang Wei silently took a sip of herbal tea and said: "Elder brother, tell him, there are some things he needs to know. The child is not old, and he has seen blood after all, so he will be fine."
