"What are you talking about, your child?"

In this deep mountains and forests, Chen Qiu's words made Cha Bao narrow his eyes, but soon opened his eyes wide.

The black man showed a dissatisfied expression and said to Chen Qiu:

"What do I need? In your eyes, Uncle Master is the person who is greedy for immortal things? I just think that what your master wants to take out even if he tries his life, must be very important."

Chabao strengthened his tone and said:

"I'll take you two back and take back what your master values, which is a matter of responsibility among brothers! You kid, don't think about it."

"I'm thinking too much, uncle, don't care."

Chen Qiu laughed with her. He leaned against the tree trunk and opened the porcelain bottle of golden sore medicine given by Cha Bao. A strong smell of Chinese medicine rushed into his nostrils.

The familiar taste and familiar sticky herbs should be made of boiled without any odor, which made Chen Qiu feel a little relieved.

It shouldn't be poison.

He pinched a little with his fingers and applied it to the wound. A stinging pain made Chen Qiu grit his teeth, but then, he felt cool again. He applied medicine and wrapped the bloody strip around his waist again.

Cha Bao stood aside and looked at the scene, without urging him.

Instead, Chen Qiu took the initiative to speak:

"Qingqing is in the mountains, and there is no way to find her soon. That girl is eccentric and should be hiding well. It is not so easy for the North Dynasty dog ​​thieves to find her."

"Uncle Master, why don't I take you to get the treasure first?"

"this..."

Chen Qiu's remarks made Cha Bao a little hesitant.

Just as he agreed, he seemed a little cold and ignored his niece's life for the sake of the treasure, but if he went to find Qingqing first, it would take too much time.

It is probably difficult for Lord Tuan to explain.

Moreover, the generals' men were nearby. If Qingqing was here, she would definitely not be able to avoid the search of these Northern Dynasties soldiers.

After thinking about it, Chabao simply refused to answer.

Chen Qiu was also quite tactful. He pulled out the goose feather knife from the ground, inserted it back into the scabbard, and led the way in front of him with a knife as a crutch.

Chabao followed behind.

He looked at Chen Qiu's back. He had already known the details of this young man's background just now. He could not use a knife at all, and his martial arts were loose...

No, it's just a crop-handle style.

I don’t know what Lu Buji is doing, but I didn’t teach my disciples to practice martial arts?

No...

Maybe it was because of the injury and the Jianghu Chickener was frightened and she couldn't even use the three-legged cat kung fu they learned, right?

Thinking of this, this black man, a master of the Jianghu people list, Feng Lei pointed to Cha Bao and smiled disdainfully.

I think that my "old brother" has a strange personality. Although he has a chivalrous heart, he has no ability to know anyone.

Such an important thing as the relics of the immortals was actually entrusted to such an unreliable person.

But that's fine.

Chabao touched the steel insert at the top of the glove, and he showed a sneer.

When encountering this incompetent person, it saves you too much time and does not need to be tortured and asked, so that he will suffer less.

After getting the treasure, he sent Chen Qiu to the underworld to accompany his master!

On the other hand, just as Shen Qiu took Cha Bao and walked towards the cave where he and Qingqing had been hiding before, Qingqing himself also encountered a crisis in the deep mountains and forests.

Chabao didn’t come alone!

Last night, the people in the black-clad North Korea had surrounded the small forest from the other two directions, and were searching in the forest. Qingqing was trapped in it, so she could only run around like a headless fly.

But soon, the girl was found.

Amid the shouts, seven or eight men in black surrounded from all directions, with a knife in their hands shaking, reflecting deadly light in the sunshine in the forest. The green girl was like a little beast rushing into a trap.

She tried her best to escape, but she was still forced to get tighter and tighter, and was eventually forced into the depths of the forest.

Under a tree embraced by three people, Qingqing grabbed the stick with both hands, and a dagger was tied to the top of the stick. This was the girl's only weapon.

"Run, run again."

The tall and thin man in a black mask grabbed the knife and laughed loudly, just like a night owl.

He stared at Qingqing who was leaning against the big tree and said with a sneer:

"You yellow-haired girl, you dare to be enemies with our court. You are so brave! What a pretty girl, you will take you back and give it to Lord Dutong. When he gets tired of playing, he will sell you to the kiln."

The men in black around him laughed. They didn't need to worry about the scene in front of them. This girl had no threat at all.

Look, her body is shaking.

Frightened.

Ha ha ha ha.

Qingqing was indeed frightened, but there was also anger in her fear. She shook like a sieve, grabbed the wooden stick with both hands and pointed forward. She knew that it would be difficult for her to escape.

But senior brother...

The foolish senior brother tried his best to hold Chabao back for her, but she wasted the opportunity created by the senior brother.

"We are people in the world... sacrifice their lives for justice... I, I am not afraid."

Qingqing gritted her teeth, like hypnosis, and said her favorite opera lyrics in her daily life.

It can be seen that she is very scared.

But this girl never lost her weapon. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, and two tears were shed on Qingqing's face. Master... might be dead.

The master's sworn brothers defected to the Northern Dynasties and became barbarians.

Master’s disciple, his senior brother, is now unaware of life and death.

I am almost dying.

Is this the world?

Is this the world I once yearned for?

She is only 14 years old, and she is such a big girl who should have lived in the boudoir, embroidered flowers every day, and fantasized about her future husband.

But she experienced life and death too early.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Qingqing sniffed, and she shook the wooden stick in her hand and screamed like an angry cat. The trapped beast's posture still fighting made the people in black in the North Court laugh.

They also took out a short bow and shot arrows at Qingqing, but deliberately deviated to scare the girl.

"Swoosh"

The arrow flew, rubbing the girl's cheek, leaving a wound on her face. The pain made Qingqing grit her teeth, and she stared at the tall and thin man in front of her.

She planned to fight to the death, but it would be better than being humiliated.

She remembered that the master told her and her senior brother.

Those who practice martial arts will have the honor of death and the humiliation of life!

Just as Qingqing was about to fight to the death, she took a step, but suddenly stopped, looked in front of her in surprise, her eyes crossed the hateful Northern Dynasties and landed on the big tree in front of her.

On the branches covered by leaves, there was a person.

One of them was wearing a black long suit and holding a black weird sword in his hand, like an iron piece.

He was standing on the tree like a ghost.

These people in black didn't even notice him. The most strange thing was that the thin man had a black ghost face on his face.

The painted bright red, with hideous teeth, looks like a ghost!

"Taihang Mountain Ghost!"

Qingqing thought of the legend of the mountain ghost, and then turned around and shouted:

"These are all lackeys from the Northern Dynasties and harming people from the Southern Dynasties!"

"Um?"

The tall and thin man suddenly turned around and saw a shadow falling from the branches. As the flying leaves were of thousands of fallen leaves, the guy who looked like a ghost and a god was like lightning, and the black sword in his hand was silent.

Just like a gust of wind, it was like a dragonfly squirting water. Three people immediately covered their necks and twitched all over their bodies.

The smell of blood soared into the sky, stimulating the rest of the people shouted in unison, full of surprise and fear.

The legend of the Taihang Mountain ghost was not only found in the Southern Dynasties, but also the rumors of the Northern Dynasties were even more terrifying.

If it were not for the order of the national teacher, these hawks would not have entered this dangerous place where the Northern Dynasties would die.

He is actually true!

The mountain ghost is actually real!

The tall and thin man watched his brother be killed one after another under the assault of the ghostly guy, like a sickle cutting wheat, and blood gushing, making the black-clothed swordsman's mask even brighter.

Fear captured his mind bit by bit.

He quickly backed up.

The man in front of him was unknown whether he was a human or a ghost, but his swordsmanship and strange figure were something he had never seen before.

He watched one of his brothers slash the man with a knife, but his figure was like a broken one, stabbing a sword against the blade and piercing his brother's left eye through.
To be continued...