Stunning weapon

Lu Shang made a mistake, which made Mo Xiaochuan have an impulse to die. Looking at the bottomless cliff, he turned his head extremely depressed, looked at Lu Shang, and said, "Brother Lu, I really want to Jump from here!"

"Young Commander! You..." Lu Shang was startled, so nervous that he didn't know what to say.

Mo Xiaochuan patted his arm and said: "It's okay, I'm just talking. I haven't lived enough. Besides, I haven't had sex with women yet. It would be a pity to die like this. After that, seeing Lu Shang's nervous expression, he laughed loudly, "Brother Lu, are you serious?"

Lu Shang smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer him.

Mo Xiaochuan sighed, looked at the weather that was still pouring rain, walked back, and said as he walked: "Let the brothers light a fire to cook, and dry the clothes first. Get enough sleep. Damn..." As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped a branch as thick as an arm, and a pain came from his palm, causing him to gasp in pain.

Although his strength is much stronger than that of ordinary people, he has never practiced foreign martial arts. The hardness of his palm is not at the same level as that of Lu Shang. On the way, Mo Xiaochuan behaved a lot.However, following the blow just now, the depression in my heart seemed to have gone a lot, and the whole person calmed down a lot.

Lu Shang glanced at the sky and said: "Young Commander, I'm afraid it's not good. It's already dawn, and we're lighting a fire here. Without dry firewood, the smoke must be very heavy. It will be troublesome if the barbarian army finds out As he spoke, he pointed to the other side of the cliff and said, "Although we still have a long way to go, the straight-line distance between us and the barbarian army is less than thirty miles."

"Then did you see them?" Mo Xiaochuan asked without looking back.

"It's raining so hard, you can't see it, but as soon as the sky clears, you can see it clearly." Lu Shang replied.

"It's over." Mo Xiaochuan spread his hands and said, "We can't see the camp of 15 troops, let alone a little fireworks. Besides, it's raining so hard, it's hard to let the smoke rise through the treetops. Don't worry about it."

"So...uh...that's right..." Lu Shang wiped off the rain from his forehead, and followed Mo Xiaochuan.

When Mo Xiaochuan returned to the forest, the camp had been built, he got into the tent and fell asleep, leaving the rest to Lu Shang and Qiu Hongye.It's not that he's being lazy when he does this. Looking at the edge of the cliff today, it seems to remind him of something, but it's just fleeting and unfathomable.Walking through the night, although his physical strength can still bear it, his nerves are always tense, so now he just wants to let himself relax first, and then think of countermeasures.

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The frontline battalion in Xiliang is now fully prepared for battle. Since Citi rushed to get the news, although his performance on the surface is mediocre, it can still be seen from his series of actions that he is serious about this matter. Pay attention to.In fact, it's not difficult to explain. On the surface, Citi Chong dissatisfied with Mei Shichang, but in his heart he never dared to relax his vigilance against this formidable enemy.

Therefore, while Citi Chong was preparing for the battle, he had already ordered all roads that Mo Xiaochuan might pass to be blocked. If Mo Xiaochuan hadn't mistakenly deviated from the original route, he might have already handed over the Xiliang army at this moment.

While the Xiliang army was preparing, the northern Xinjiang camp was also very busy.

The disappearance of Mo Xiaochuan and the others put a lot of pressure on Deng Chaoqun and Han Cheng. While searching, they, like the Xiliang Army, made comprehensive preparations for war.Because there are only two possibilities for Mo Xiaochuan's disappearance, one is to get lost, and the other is to fall into the hands of the two armies.

Moreover, in their view, the latter possibility is more likely, although there is no evidence to prove it, but preventive measures have to be taken.

The comprehensive preparations for the Northern Xinjiang Camp are also planning for the worst.

For a while, Mo Xiaochuan, who went the wrong way, made all the elite teams of Yan Guo and Xiliang nervous, but he himself didn't know it, and slept peacefully.

In Los Angeles, although the heavy rain was falling fiercely, there was not much water on the ground, thanks to the good management of Mei Shichang and the prefect Situ who seemed to only beat people in front of Lao Tzu for many years .In the prefect's mansion, Situ Xiong was running around in a hurry in the room. He already knew about Mo Xiaochuan's disappearance in the Northern Xinjiang Camp. After drinking some wine, the old Taoist spread the word everywhere. In just one day, almost all the people in the Northern Xinjiang camp knew about it.

After Deng Chaoqun found out about this, he was furious, but the old Taoist priest had disappeared, and even took away his dozens of wine jars.And this thing that seems to need a car to be transported away, the people in the entire camp did not see it, and somehow disappeared out of thin air.Situ Xiong's ability to know about this naturally dragged the blessing of the old Taoist priest.

He treats Mo Xiaochuan as a sincere friend, even though Mo Xiaochuan has not been with him for a long time, he only treats him as a closer friend.But a straightforward person like Situ Xiong is different. The person he identifies with is sincere to each other. When he learned of Mo Xiaochuan's disappearance, he was very anxious, but he dared not tell Situ Yuer that this girl seemed smart, but she did not know how to act. Come to be even more unreasonable than her unworthy brother, so that even this unworthy brother is afraid that she will do something unreasonable.

Situ Mansion's tracking masters were all sent out, but there was no result from the abundance of talents in northern Xinjiang, and Situ Xiong was naturally less likely to have any results.

Because of Mo Xiaochuan's matter, it seems that all related people are busy, even Xia Chuyue, who has been hiding all the time, is a little restless.However, there are still people who can hold their breath.

At least Steward Wang in the Mei Mansion is very calm. All this was pushed out by him alone, but now he seems to have become an outsider. Well, Tang Enli couldn't keep anything he ate, he either poured it from the top or ran from the bottom.

The belly that used to be able to push Mei Xiaowan into a big somersault is now deflated, and the brilliance of the past is no longer on the face. The whole person looks weak and dying, like an old man on the verge of death, even the voice of cursing Only you can hear it.

The other one who looked more relaxed was the middle-aged man who was strolling through the streets of Los Angeles with an umbrella.

This person has been paying attention to Mo Xiaochuan all this time, but he never showed his face in front of Mo Xiaochuan. Today, he was walking on the street again, as if he was shopping in Japan. There was no difference, except that there were two more people behind him today. .

"Hall Master..."

As soon as one of them opened his mouth, the middle-aged man replied flatly: "It's the acting hall master."

"This subordinate made a slip of the tongue." The man saluted slightly, and said, "Hall Master, since his identity has been confirmed, why don't you meet him directly?"

"The time is not yet ripe." The middle-aged man said softly, with a slight hint of worry on his natural expression, he said, "What's happening at the Falcon Hall?"

"They're not as capable as we are in Yan Country, so they don't know as much as we do. However, it won't take long for them to notice this side." Another person replied in a low voice.

"En!" The middle-aged man nodded slightly. Suddenly, he suddenly felt something and looked up towards the tavern. In the tavern, the old Taoist priest was holding a wine jar and smiling at him.

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, and then he waved his hand lightly, signaling for the two people who followed him to leave, and then slowly walked towards the tavern holding a small umbrella.

In the tavern, the old Taoist watched the middle-aged man come in, looked away from him, took a sip from the steaming wine jar, and said, "It's so cold, let's drink a little."

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "The Taoist priest really has been like a day for ten years. After so many years, the wine is still so good."

"Life is short and I don't have anything to grow on. I have nothing else to ask for with my old bones. Should I throw away this little hobby? Forget it!" The old Taoist shook his head and said, "This wine is not bad. Have a bowl too."

The middle-aged man still sat down with a smile on his face, and said: "The Taoist priest has been hidden from the secular world for many years, why did he come out of the mountain this time?" The middle-aged man held the wine bowl in his hand, but did not put it to his lips.

"Mr. Bai is extremely smart, so naturally I can't hide it from you, and I won't tell lies as an old Taoist. My purpose is the same as yours, and it's just for that kid." The old Taoist put down the empty wine jar and said slowly.

"The Taoist leader is refreshing." The middle-aged man called Mr. Bai still said with a smile.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?" The old Taoist raised his head strangely.

"What's your question?" Mr. Bai smiled and said, "Since the Taoist priest can sit here and drink in peace, I don't need to worry."

The old Taoist became serious, shook his head slightly, and said: "Then you are wrong this time, this time, I can't see what will happen to him, but there are some things that I, an outsider, should not be involved in."

"Oh?" Mr. Bai put away his smile and frowned: "What the Taoist priest said is true?"

"That's all for now. Believe it or not, it's up to you. I'll tell you that day, don't interfere with his affairs. It seems that you still don't give up." The old Taoist picked up the wine jar again.

Mr. Bai didn't reply in time this time. After thinking about it, he paused for a while before saying: "The Taoist priest's words are not wrong. I believe it, but if he really can't pass this test, there is nothing to regret..." Although the words Saying so, but Mr. Bai's face obviously became a little unnatural, and he seemed to have begun to regret...

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. Finally, he picked up the wine bowl, slowly put it to his lips, raised his head, and drank it in one gulp.

The old Taoist looked at him, stopped talking, and silently picked up the wine jar to fill him up, and poured the wine on his own. The two of them didn't say a word so far, they just held the bowl and the other held the cup. Altar, drinking wine quietly...