Ye Wumian was secretly rejoicing when someone from behind shouted: "Zhang Thief, where are you running from?"
The visitor was obviously very good at qinggong. Taking advantage of the fact that the horses were wading through the river at night and moving slowly, he managed to catch up with them.
Ye Wumian turned around and saw clearly the appearance of the visitor. It was Cao Baihu who used to be an undercover agent in the Black Elk Gang.
He chuckled, and joked in his hurry: "Cao Taibao, you went down the mountain to buy things without telling me, but you secretly became a second or fifth son! And you were promoted to the hundredth household in the army?"
Cao Baihu was furious and cursed: "You fart! Grandpa, I am a member of the Jinyi Baihu, lurking in the Black Elk Gang, just to destroy your copycat. Don't talk nonsense, grandpa will stab me!"
The Yan Fei Dao in his hand made a move, bringing up the strong wind to hit his face, fast and hard, which is the way of the poet ghost Li He, called "Black clouds are pressing down on the city and are about to destroy it."
Ye Wumian flicked his sword "Chun Mian Bu Jiao Xiao", easily deflected his sword, and continued to move forward on horseback. He laughed and said: "Since you have been in my Black Elk Gang for a while, you should know my methods and be careful. If you use sex, your life will be at risk!"
"Why don't you leave quickly?!"
He didn't use his ultimate move, but just used the "Sound of Wind and Rain at Night", and the sword wind danced wildly, knocking Cao Baihu to the ground with his sword and his body.
After all, Cao Baihu's undercover Black Elk Gang is also rushing to get rid of a big goal. No matter whether it is for promotion or to make a fortune, it can be regarded as getting rid of a harm to the world.
Precisely because of this, Ye Wumian didn't want to kill him, she just hoped that he would retreat and get out of here quickly.
Unexpectedly, Cao Baihu didn't know what he was doing. After restraining his body, he used Qinggong again to chase him, shouting: "This time, that time! Your martial arts are very good in the village, but now, your pipa is hooked in the bone." The hook knife can't use the inner strength, so why should I be afraid of you! Don't you hear that a tiger falls flat and is bullied by a dog?"
Ye Wumian sounded amused and didn't want to kill him, so he laughed and sarcastically said: "Good dog, why don't your dog brain think about it? If I can't use my inner strength, how could you not be able to move forward with that move just now?"
He reached back and touched the hook knife.
The part of the hook knife in the Pipa bone has been completely devoured by Brother Centipede. Now it is only supported by the part inserted in the flesh to prevent it from falling.
Ye Wumian reluctantly pulled it out, threw it hard, and shouted: "Go!"
Seeing that the hook knife was pulled out and flew towards him again, Cao Baihu was so shocked that his lower body slipped, his Qinggong was compromised a bit, and he almost fell down.
Fortunately, the knife in his hand just happened to intercept the attacker's knife, preventing him from disemboweling him.
"Zi..."
The two knives collided, violently splashing out a large amount of sparks and stars. Cao Baihu was pushed back five or six steps, and finally fell on his back in the water.
When he jumped up, he grabbed the broken half of the hook knife and looked at the bite marks on the edge. His whole mind went blank.
"What's going on? Shouldn't this hook knife be firmly hooked into Zhang Thief's pipa bone?"
"Even if you pull it out by force, you can't remove the flesh and bones?"
"Why is the hook knife like this? The hook horn is gone?"
A series of questions, none of which could be answered.
Cao Baihu took a handful of water and wiped his face. The cold river water made him wake up instantly.
It was only then that he belatedly realized that the galloping man had probably recovered his internal strength. Otherwise, how could he possibly pull out the hook knife stuck in his bones?
He shuddered suddenly, recalling his provocative act of seeking death just now, and felt frightened.
The original intention was to capture the bandit when he was weak, and then offer him to Qian Qianhu, so as to make up for the favor he had lost in front of the superior because of his blunder, but this turned out to be the case.
"It's sloppy, it's sloppy."
. . .
Ye Wumian defeated Cao Baihu with one sword, and after a while, he rode up to the shore.
The horse once again set foot on the flat ground, free from the drag of the river. It was so happy that it let go of its hooves and ran as if it was a joy.
The Jin Yiwei chasing behind them gradually turned into small black spots, and the shouts and shouts gradually became inaudible.
Occasionally, one or two arrows or crossbow bolts would be fired close by. However, those are already at the end of the war, and they can no longer wear Lu Guan.
Ye Wumian could flick it off with a flick of his fingers, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
As for the scouts who were scouting the road ahead, they watched him escape from a distance. They all looked at each other, hesitant, and wanted to step forward to stop him, but they didn't dare at all. They watched helplessly as he ran away from them.
Ye Wumian laughed loudly, and his heroic words shook the sky!
The whip is raised to urge the horse to go faster, and the wind and rain mark the way home.
One ride to the extreme.
Since he was riding a horse, he didn't have to worry about the consumption of his internal energy; and he was riding someone else's horse, so no matter how hard he whipped, he didn't feel any distress.
After running until the sun was setting in the west, the horse was vomiting foam at its mouth. When it became difficult to continue, he saw that there was no one behind him and no one was following him, so he fell off the horse.
With a "clang" sound, he drew out his command sword, slapped the horse's butt, and shouted, "Let's go!"
The horse was in pain, and its hooves, which had been scattered, cheered up again and ran towards the sunset in the distance.
Although this horse is good, if you ride it, you will be easily recognized by the royal guards, and you will get into trouble. Ye Wumian had no choice but to reluctantly give up her love and abandon it.
He took off his fake face, put it in his arms, changed his appearance, roughly determined the direction of Black Elk Peak, selected places with many obstacles, and sneaked away.
It was already dusk and the light was dim, making it the most suitable place to hide.
But as the sun slowly sinks below the horizon, the cold air inevitably rises. Today is the Xiaohan season again, and the coldness of winter is gradually unfolding.
Ye Wumian was only wearing a thin prison uniform. Although he had the internal strength to bear the cold, he still felt a little cold due to the hunger in his belly.
There was smoke from cooking fires ahead, the smell of firewood came with the wind, and a smell of human smoke and fire emerged spontaneously.
Ye Wumian thought about it secretly: "Why don't I secretly go to this village to get some food to eat? Only when I have a full stomach can I continue on my way!"
After making up his mind, the wind roared under his feet, his Qinggong was running, he stepped on trees and boulders, and frequently jumped in the direction of the village.
When the night fell completely, Ye Wumian was already lying on the beam of a house, acting like a serious gentleman on the beam.
This family is considered a big one in the village, and their courtyard is grand and grand. There are a total of ten houses, and almost every room has one person living in it, so the population is prosperous.
Red lanterns were hung in the corridors connecting the houses, all swaying in the cold wind. It seems that it will be burning all night and is not ready to be extinguished.
Lamp oil is not a cheap product these days. If you can have the leisurely feeling of lighting up all night, you will definitely not be a small household. It was precisely because of this that Ye Wumian decided to come to his house to steal something to eat.
He watched on the beam, and at the end of the Youshi hour, when the family had finished their dinner and gradually returned to their respective rooms to rest, he turned over from the beam.
Sleepless night, I crept forward like a night owl, following the scent of food in the air. Gradually it reached its strongest point, and I saw dry firewood piled in the aisles on both sides. I knew I had found the right place and had arrived at the kitchen.
