Wushuang Wushuang Swordsman

Chapter 119
Li Xuange and Huang Yaoshi braved the wind and snow on their way back, and there was another person waiting for them.

Suddenly, the two of them heard a wolf howl not far away, they were both startled, no longer caring about their horsepower, they frantically urged their horses to gallop away.

Mei Chaofeng was alone holding the rusty sword, watching the bonfire, waiting for the two of them to come back in this snowy and dark night.

She seemed to have heard the noise coming from a distance, and wanted to climb to a high place to see it, but it was too snowy in the night, and she was too small, so she couldn't see far.

I could only try my best to listen, but I couldn't understand whether it was the roar of Fengxue, or the roar from countless people fighting.

As she felt her hands and feet were freezing, she heard another voice, very close to her.

It was a panting sound, derived from the panting sound of wild beasts!
Mei Chaofeng was terrified, and faintly saw a few pairs of green eyes approaching her in the dark forest on the side.

She screamed, slipped on the soles of her feet, just rolled down the snow slope, and rolled back to the campfire.

And those pairs of green eyes finally showed their shape. They were wolves, the kind of gray wolves that are very common in the Central Plains, and they always like to hunt in groups.

People who walk in the wilderness, if they encounter such a pack of wolves, very few can survive.

Mei Chaofeng had also heard many stories about wolves since she was a child, and she was terrified at this time, just like she was facing the two rebels and bandits who wanted to eat her at the Fengyu Corridor Bridge.

There were only four gray wolves that came, and they were all skinny. In the winter of famine years, even the pack of wolves starved to death.

After finally seeing a prey, it is naturally impossible to let it go. They bared their teeth, wrinkled their noses, and approached step by step.

Mei Chaofeng threw a few sticks of firewood into the campfire, and the flames burned even more vigorously.

The wolf seemed to be very afraid of fire, and leaned far away, but it was still approaching.

Mei Chaofeng suddenly remembered what his master said, if you meet a wolf, point the rusty sword in your arms at it, and it will not dare to approach.

This is a rusty sword that saved her life, and it must still have the spiritual will of the old knight.

Mei Chaofeng thought so, so even if she had no strength, she tried to hold up the rusty sword with both hands and pointed it outward.

Which wolf was closer, she pointed at which one with the rust sword.

Fortunately, it is narrow enough here that the four wolves could not encircle and could only approach from the front. They didn't have much physical strength, and they were afraid of this human weapon, so they stalemate with the little girl.

Wolves are impatient beasts. They can chase wounded beasts for dozens of miles until they completely exhaust their prey.

Then when facing a weak human little girl, they naturally have such patience.

They were waiting for the little girl's physical strength to run out, when she couldn't lift the murder weapon in her hand, then it was time to start the delicious feast.

In the light and darkness of the campfire, no one knew how long this stalemate lasted.

Mei Chaofeng felt tired, she put down the sword for a while, and then a wolf pounced fiercely, scaring her so much that she could only continue to raise the long sword.

She is so young, but she held the rust sword for nearly half an hour. If it was normal, she would not be able to hold it for a cup of tea.

She didn't know where she got the strength from. In short, it seemed that she could continue to lift like this. As long as the wolf was still there, the sword would not be put down!
This is the courage and strength that the sword gave her.

It was also the only thing that could bring her warmth in this snowy night, except for the bonfire behind her.

The howling of wolves was heard, and it was obvious that the wolves were getting impatient. They didn't want to wait until dawn, and planned to attack.

If it was a real attack, Mei Chaofeng would definitely not be able to resist it. After all, she is still just a weak little girl.

Just at this time, the sound of horseshoes came, and the four wolves looked back, but there were four cracking sounds!
The foreheads of the four wolves were all hit by stones. Although the wolves were said to have copper heads and iron bones, their heads were as soft as tofu in front of the four stones.

At the same time, he didn't even say a word, and fell to the ground on the spot.

Li Xuange and Huang Yaoshi appeared in front of the bonfire straddling their horses. Mei Chaofeng finally put down the sword in his hand, but he just put it down, his hands still firmly grasping the hilt of the sword.

His eyes were wide open as if he wanted to cry but he couldn't help it, and his whole body was shaking.

Huang Yaoshi dismounted and walked forward, said softly: "Master is back, don't be afraid anymore, just cry if you want to cry."

Mei Chaofeng threw herself into Huang Yaoshi's arms, crying uncontrollably.

Li Xuange walked aside silently, tore off the torn clothes, and bandaged the wound with the clean linen cloth prepared in advance.

He is not a fierce general who can defeat thousands of troops, and he is not wearing armor. Facing a bunch of guns and knives, it is impossible for him not to be injured at all.

But fortunately, they are all skin wounds. Sprinkle golden sore medicine and bandage them well, and they will be healed in a short time.

His current five-poison red flame body is close to Dacheng. In addition to his strong immunity to poison, he also has a recovery ability far beyond ordinary people.

It seemed that no matter how many wounds there were, as long as he had enough to eat and drink, and had a good night's rest, he would be able to feel better the next day, and then become alive and well again.

Among the people Li Xuange knew, it seemed that only Leng Xue had such a characteristic, so he was not afraid of taking risks, and was even more daring to take risks, just because his capital was much more abundant than ordinary people.

Mei Chaofeng had already fallen asleep, Huang Yaoshi moved the position of the bonfire, and re-spread the hay prepared in advance on the place where the bonfire was originally placed.

So this pile of hay was very warm, Mei Chaofeng lay on his side, still holding the rusty sword tightly, even in his sleep, he refused to relax at all.

Huang Yaoshi smiled and said, "Fortunately, this sword is rusty enough and blunt enough, otherwise I'm afraid she will cut me."

Li Xuange said: "There is a chance to prepare a scabbard, but unfortunately I didn't find it on the covered bridge that day."

The two cut up the wolves they had killed, and took the thickest wolf's leg and roasted it on the bonfire. The rest of the wolves also took the meat and hung it on the horse's back.

In the world of ice and snow, it is not easy to spoil anyway, and in such a chaotic world, food is more important than anything else.

Roasting the wolf legs, the two chatted without saying a word, but they both agreed tacitly and did not mention the Jinjun camp.

This matter has achieved its purpose, so there is really no need to mention it, and there must be more than one general of the Jin army they want to kill.

During the chat, both of them heard footsteps approaching, so they stopped chatting and looked outside together.

A tall man with disheveled hair walked over against the wind and snow.

His attire was very sloppy, he was casually wearing a robe made of dog skin, and the trousers he was wearing were full of holes. His feet were bare in the ice and snow, almost like a beggar.

No, maybe he was a beggar in the first place.

He looked up and saw the two people at the campfire, and finally locked his eyes on Huang Yaoshi's face, and couldn't help smiling.

Huang Yaoshi couldn't help laughing too.

However, Li Xuange noticed that the person who came had only nine fingers, and his right hand was missing one, which seemed to be cut off by a sharp weapon.

Huang Yaoshi pointed at this person and said, "He is Hong Qi."

Hong Qi sat in without hesitation, seeing wolf legs being roasted on the bonfire, couldn't help drooling.

"Wolf meat is as delicious as dog meat, and is most popular with beggars like us."

(End of this chapter)