From 7:30 to 8:30 in a while, Xiaodao will conduct a Sanjiang interview. For Xiaodao and any questions about the new book, you can click my photo from the middle of the right side of the Qidian homepage to communicate directly with Xiaodao! Everyone is welcome to ask questions!

－－－－－－－－－－－

Chu Mo's eyes were a little red!

The boy's pure eyes...a bloody color!

Although there has not been much war between Daqi and Daxia over the years.

But in fact, the soldiers of Daqi often turn into small bands of robbers, causing various invasions to the people on the border of Daxia.

Chu Mo once went to a village with his grandfather in a village where robbers were slaughtered by soldiers from the Great Qi Dynasty.

In that small village, there were more than 500 people in the village, and only three living people were left!

Those were three children. When the enemy entered the village, their parents hid it in a dry well in their backyard, and then covered the manhole cover with firewood, which escaped the disaster.

However, if my grandfather hadn't heard the faint cry of the children in the dry well when he entered the village, he would probably have been unable to escape death in the end.

Because they can't climb up at all!

These things had a great psychological impact on Chu Mo, who was young at that time.

A seed of hatred had already been planted in my heart for the soldiers of Daqi.

Because killing is not as simple as imagined.

Chu Mo is not a murderer.

The other party is not a lamb to be slaughtered!

At this time, Chu Mo had regarded this place as a real battlefield!

There was only one thought left in his heart, only one word: Kill!

In the sword light, the knights seemed a little vulnerable in front of Chu Mo.

Chu Mo's martial arts became more and more pure in this battle, and his body was astonishingly flexible.

Almost one by one, knocking down the knights.

Even Gerza, who also entered the Yuan Pass realm, was no match for Chu Mo.

Perhaps it was because of his brother's death that had a great blow to him; perhaps it was because Chu Mo's practice of martial arts was too much stronger than him... In just five rounds, Chu Mo punched him in the chest, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out, and he fell from the horse.

Chu Mo raised the knife in his hand high without hesitation.

In the twilight, the sharp blades flashed with cold light.

"Little hero, let's keep his life for the time being!" A knight following Princess Nayi shouted loudly: "He is useful!"

Chu Mo's mind was instantly awake, and the blood in his eyes gradually faded away, and he fell to the ground, looking desperate, looking at his Gerza in horror, and spitting at the place: "What I hate the most is a villain like you who sells the owner and seeks honor!"

As he said that, he brushed the sharp knife in his hand and nailed it to Gerza's head, only a little distance from his face....

Gerza screamed in fear and fainted.

"waste!"

Chu Mo cursed, and then walked towards the small lake without looking back. A lot of blood was splashed on his body. The strong smell of blood made him very uncomfortable and he was ready to wash off the blood on his body.

When Princess Nayi and his guards rushed here, they were all shocked. Dozens of pursuers were all killed on the spot, and almost every one... was fatal!

These are all elite knights in the grassland royal court!

Although they betrayed the royal court and surrendered to Daqi, no one would deny their strength.

Otherwise, how could Nayi and the others be so embarrassed?

But in front of this young man, he actually cut one by one, like chopping melons and vegetables, and they were all killed!

Even though Nayi and others hated these traitors very much, at this moment, looking at the back of the boy walking towards the lakeside, their eyes were full of awe.

A middle-aged man in his forties dressed as a scholar, looks a bit like a Daxia man. There is a clear difference between the appearance of a grassland man, and the other knights also look very respectful to him.

He walked to Princess Nayi and whispered: "We must keep this person!"

"He is related to our success or failure to retake the royal court!"

"If he is willing to help us, our winning rate will increase by 30%!"

"Maybe Elder Haoyue will send troops to help us because of this!"

Princess Nayi nodded, and there was still a shock in her starry eyes. She nodded: "But, with his skills... why should we keep them now?"

The middle-aged scribe looked at Nayi, thought for a while, and then said, "I see that this young man has a sense of justice, otherwise he would never have helped us."

"I'll try it first, and then see... what he wants!" the middle-aged man said, then glanced at Nayi again, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Nayi glanced at the boy who had already walked to the lakeside, and then said softly: "Uncle Pang, just say it if you have something to do. Now that the father and mother are gone, Brother Jin and Brother Yin have defected to Daqi again. Although I am the princess of the royal court, now... if I were not for you, what would I be? I was afraid that I would have been taken away long ago and presented to the evil people of Daqi."

The middle-aged scholar nodded and said softly: "It would be easy for the princess to ask him for protection for a while. I believe that with my mouth, I should be able to persuade him."

"But if the princess wants long-term protection, then..."

A blush flashed across Nayi's pale face, and she said shyly: "Will marry him?"

The guards beside Nayi all showed a look of embarrassment on their faces, as if they were a little angry. But then, they all sighed dejectedly and turned their heads over and pretended that they didn't hear it.

The princess who are like goddesses in their minds is no longer the pearl of the grassland in the past.

Although I was unwilling to admit it, I had to admit that their princess has now become a homeless duckweed. This time, I hurriedly escaped from the royal court and defected to Elder Haoyue. Isn’t it because I am marrying Elder Haoyue’s son and want to ask Elder Haoyue to protect their little prince?

Everyone knew in their hearts that they just didn't want to say it out.

The middle-aged scholar smiled bitterly and said softly: "I think this young man is very extraordinary. Although he is ragged, he has a sense of nobility between his eyebrows, not like an ordinary child. With his skills, he is likely to come from a major sect."

"If we can really make him moved and stay in the grassland to help us, maybe we can really come back to life!"

Nayi sighed softly, and a trace of loneliness flashed across the girl's beautiful face. She closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembled gently, and said softly: "All Uncle Pang is the one who can make the grassland royal court come back to life, let Nayi do whatever it takes!"

The middle-aged scholar looked at Nayi with some pity. The pearl on the grassland was something he had grown up with since childhood. Although he had no kinship, he had already treated it as his daughter. If there was any other way, how could he have done this bad decision?

In comparison, this young man must be much better than Elder Haoyue’s incompetent sons!

But in this way, Elder Haoyue might have to find a way again. It was not that easy for the old fox to impress him.

The middle-aged scholar thought to himself and walked slowly towards the lake.

Chu Mo came to the lake and jumped down without taking off his clothes.

The cold lake water made his mind extremely clear.

Soon he washed away the blood on his body, and then thought to himself: That woman seemed to be the princess in the grassland royal court. How could a dignified princess be chased by someone like a stray dog?

"That Geerza said that the eldest prince and the second prince had defected to Daqi, it should be that Brother Jin and Brother Yin?"

"It seems that there must be a huge change in the grassland royal court."

"So that even their princesses had to run around and run for life."

"If this is the case, it shouldn't be difficult for me to stay here for a while and establish a relationship with them!"

Chu Mo thought in his heart, and then heard footsteps. He looked up in the lake and saw a middle-aged man in his forties holding a new set of clothes and looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Little hero, thanks to you just now, I'm afraid we won't see the sun tomorrow."

"Are you from Daxia?" Chu Mo asked curiously at the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar was slightly stunned, and a trace of alert flashed deep in his eyes, but he asked with a smile: "How do you know?"

"You don't have to worry about anything, I don't know you." Chu Mo said: "I judged it from the accent and appearance of your speaking."

"That's how it is!" the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What? Brother, you are from Daxia too?"

Chu Mo smiled: "I have lived in Daxia!"

"So that's it!" The middle-aged man did not doubt Chu Mo's words. How could such a young boy with such skills grow up in the secular world?

So he naturally believed that this young man should have been born in Daxia and was taken to a major sect to practice. Now he should have gone down the mountain to walk, or had already become a master.

As for why I don’t want to directly admit that I am from Daxia, this is also very simple.

Middle-aged people have come into contact with some disciples from sects. They all regard people in the secular world as mortals, and few of them are willing to admit that they have come out of the secular world.

"I think my little brother probably didn't bring any clothes to change. There is a new set of clothes here, but it may not fit well. When I look back, I will find a famous tailor to make a few more sets for my little brother!" The middle-aged man looked at Chu Mo with a diligent smile on his face.

Chu Mo was thinking in his heart how he could walk with this group of people, but he naturally would not refuse when he saw this and took over the clothes. It was indeed a bit big, but it was better than the previous set of ragged clothes.

While Chu Mo was hiding in the grass to change clothes, the middle-aged man started talking to him.

"In Xiapang Zhongyuan, his ancestral home is from Daxia, he has been in this grassland for fifteen years and has been working in the royal court. I wonder if you can know your name, little brother?" The middle-aged scholar asked very politely, not treating Chu Mo as a teenager who is ignorant of the world.

Whose teenager dares to face dozens of powerful knights?

Chu Mo thought for a while and said, "My name is Lin Bai. I am learning art in a sect. Now I am walking down the mountain."

The answer is very simple, but it completely eliminates Pang Zhongyuan's doubts that there are not many.

Because it was this young man named Lin Bai who saved them!

With the strength of others, it is probably easy to kill them.

Moreover, these people have become tragic dogs now, so what else is worth planning for by others?

"It turns out it's Brother Lin Bai. I wonder what tasks I will perform this time when I go down the mountain?" Pang Zhongyuan asked carefully. Those disciples from major sects walked in the secular world, almost all with tasks.

Chu Mo also changed his clothes at this time, walked out of the grass, and said, "It's no important task, it's just experience!"
Chapter completed!