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Chapter 184 Escape?

It is not a solution for her to hide in the tree all the time. She must escape while everyone is in a panic. Otherwise, it will be even more difficult to escape when the "boss" in these populations comes over.

Originally, because she didn't know where the small courtyard was, she was a little hesitant.After all, she has been in a coma for two hours. If this place is far away from Jian'an City, with her lightness kung fu, she may not be able to support the city.

But now that he has a horse, his worries will be relieved.

Her brows and eyes were fixed, and her eyes scrutinized the two people on the ground for a moment.

Of the five people with the highest martial arts, one of them has already gone in to search, and the other is the man with the scar.As long as he is dealt with first, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Since she came here, she has never heard of Shen Xing being mentioned. If she guessed correctly, Song Qingyi did not take Shen Xing out of the palace. After all, the only person she had to deal with was herself.Moreover, Shen Xing has Wu in his body, and having her by his side will only help, and it is impossible for Song Qingyi not to understand this truth.

After trying to understand this, Song Qinghuan was slightly relieved.

If Song Qingyi hadn't attacked Shen Xing, with Shen Xing's astuteness, he would naturally know what to do.

She collected herself, concealed the coldness in her eyes, and gently broke off a branch and held it in her hand.

His eyes swept across the faces of the first two people, and with a movement of the hand hidden in the sleeve, the jade hairpin pattern embroidered on the cuff swayed slightly, making her wrists white, with icy muscles and bones.

At the same time, a brown streak flashed before his eyes.

There was only a "da" sound, and the strong branch hit the open courtyard door, and fell to the ground with a "pa da".

"Who?" The scarred man shouted.

The only answer to him was the whistling wind.

The scarred man frowned, his eyes full of suspicion, and he looked at the person beside him, "You, go in and have a look."

After the man left, the scarred man tightened his grip on the big knife in his hand, his eyes were full of solemnity, and he didn't dare to take it lightly.

Can--

The next moment, he felt a gust of wind hit the back of his neck.

Scar Han's martial arts are not weak, his feet move before his brain, and he subconsciously turns his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the strong wind.

The hand holding the handle of the knife tightened, turned around, and slashed straight back!

Song Qinghuan's eyes flickered darkly, she bent down to avoid his sharp knife wind, and slapped his waist with a palm.

The man with the scar staggered two steps, stabilized his figure, and a ferocious look appeared on his face, he swung his big knife and slashed at her again.

Even so, Scar Man also knew that Song Qinghuan's identity was unusual, and if he killed her rashly, he might get into unnecessary trouble, so subconsciously, he lost a few percent of his skills, and only hoped for a quick victory, as soon as possible catch her.

But Song Qinghuan was good at close combat. Although he didn't have a weapon in his hand, the man with the scar was a bit careful in his fights, which gave Song Qinghuan an opportunity to swing out another palm.

The scarred man blocked it with a knife and yelled into the yard, "Come on! Come on!"

Song Qinghuan seized this opportunity just in time, slid past him, raised his hand, and the hairpin in his palm ruthlessly penetrated into his left chest, causing the scarred man to growl in pain, his eyes filled with anger.

As the eyes became colder, Song Qinghuan struck out again, this time aiming at his wrist holding the knife.

The scarred man's mouth went numb, and the sword fell to the ground.

Song Qinghuan stepped on it, picked up the knife in his hand, and slashed at the scarred man.

The man with the scar staggered back, barely avoiding it, but a cut was made in his left hand, and suddenly, a piercing pain spread all over his body.

Hearing the hurried footsteps coming from the yard, Song Qinghuan didn't dare to fight, turned around, performed lightness kung fu and went to the stable, then untied one of the horses, turned over, and lashed the horse's butt with a whip , the horse suffered from pain, neighed, and broke through the railing of the stable and ran forward.

"Brother Wang, what's the matter?" Others ran out one after another, but only saw a group of people turning their backs on their backs, and one person running away not far away.

"The man ran away! Hurry up and chase after him!" The man with the scar covered his wound, annoyed and annoyed.

The others were horrified when they heard the words, hurriedly pulled out a few horses, and rode in the direction where Song Qinghuan was fleeing.

The scarred man stayed where he was, looking at the dust billowing up in the distance, with an exasperated expression on his face, his facial features were all twisted together.

He took a deep breath, tore off a piece of his clothes, hurriedly bandaged the wound, then sat cross-legged on the floor, exercised his energy and adjusted his breath, nervously and anxiously waiting for the news to come, with beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

On the other side, Song Qinghuan escaped from the courtyard where she was imprisoned on horseback, and ran forward along the narrow path.

This place seems to be a remote suburb, with wheat fields and wasteland on both sides, and occasionally people in twos and threes are located in it, and no one is seen for a long time.

While on the tree, Song Qinghuan roughly identified the direction and confirmed the direction of Jian'an, which was indeed going forward along this road.It's just that she didn't take a closer look in her panic just now, she should have taken another spacious official road, but she chose this narrow path in a moment of urgency, which slowed down her speed.

It was not easy to ride a horse on the trail, and the speed could not be increased at all, and the figures of those riding on horseback could already be seen behind him, Song Qinghuan tightened his hand holding the rein, and he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"stop!"

"stop!"

An exasperated shout came from behind, Song Qinghuan acted as if he hadn't heard it, and became more and more absorbed, not daring to take it lightly.On such a narrow road, as long as you distract yourself a little, the horse's hooves may step into the fields on both sides.

Thinking of this, Song Qinghuan suddenly raised his brows, his eyes flashed, and there seemed to be a sneer on his face.

She held the rein tightly with one hand, slowly bent down, lay her body on the horse's back, then turned to the side, stretched out her other hand, and quickly picked up broken stones on the ground.

Fortunately, she had learned equestrianism when she was a child. Although this action was dangerous, it was fortunate that there was no danger.

Picking up a dozen pieces and pocketing them in her sleeves, she moved her legs between the horse's belly and sat on the horse's belly again.

Song Qinghuan let out a long sigh of relief, and turned her head to look back, without bothering to wipe off the sweat on her forehead.

Because she slowed down when picking up rocks just now, the people behind her have gradually caught up, and the distance is no more than ten feet at this time.

However, this is exactly the distance Song Qinghuan wants.

She mobilized her internal energy and poured it into her fingertips, only to hear a "swish, swish", and the stone in her sleeve quickly flew behind her.

The people behind didn't expect Song Qinghuan's sudden attack, so they reined in their horses in a panic to avoid dodging, but the road was so wide, and the horse was already flustered when it was hit by flying stones, and the rider recklessly tightened his grip. The reins, the sitting horses neighed for a while, stomped and trampled, and fell into the rice fields on both sides. For a while, the horses neighed, people howled, and a group of people turned their backs on their backs.

Song Qinghuan's thin lips curled up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the few people behind him who had fallen into the rice field and didn't look at them. He quickly turned around and rode his horse to continue forward.

After walking for a while, a spacious avenue finally appeared in front of him. It turned out that walking here happened to merge with the official road that we missed just now.

She reined in the horse she was sitting on, and looked at the endless official road stretching forward, a little hesitant.

She remembered that those two people who were trying to take advantage of her once said "there will be a big shot later". If she guessed correctly, the big shot they were talking about should be Song Qingyi.

Since Song Qingyi tried everything possible to destroy herself, how could she miss the opportunity to witness it with her own eyes?
From Jian'an to the small courtyard just now, she must pass through this official road. If she happened to meet Song Qingyi on the way, she would have just stepped out of the fire pit and into the wolf's den.

Thinking about it this way, I can't help being a little cautious.

I looked around for a while, and although I didn't see anyone approaching ahead, I still decided not to take the risk.

This place has reached the official road, the transportation is convenient, and there are more people on both sides, and there are a few low bungalows not far away.There is a house closest to the official road, with a few jujube trees planted at the door, and a half-high rice field in front of it, which is a suitable hiding place.

She got off the horse, led the horse and walked to the house, only to see that the courtyard door was closed tightly, and there was no movement in the courtyard.It seems that the master's family is not at home.

This will make things easier.

She led the horse to the back of the house, found a tree trunk and tied it, then returned to the front, jumped up, lightly climbed onto the jujube tree, found a thick branch to stabilize her body, and watched the movement ahead vigilantly.

The autumn wind blew past with the fragrance of green grass. It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon, but Song Qinghuan was trapped in this ghostly place, so naturally he was not in a good mood.

He frowned, thinking of Shen Chuhan, he felt a little worried.

It has been more than two hours since she disappeared, Shen Chuhan must have known about her disappearance, and it is not certain what will happen at this moment.

Besides, if Shen Chuhan really gets angry, everyone will probably be buried with him.

But at this moment, she didn't have any flares on her body, so she had to wait patiently.

Not long after she hid in the tree, the few people who had just chased after her chased after her, and they all fell black and blue, but none of them cared about it, they only knew how to beat the mount under them and chased forward.

To them, the injury from the fall was minor, but if Song Qinghuan escaped, what awaited them would be more than just death.

Song Qinghuan watched them gallop past, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The man with the scar just now had asked someone to notify their "boss". Presumably, she should be able to see Song Qingyi soon.

After waiting for a while, her hands and feet were numb. When she was moving her muscles and bones carefully, there was dust flying in the distance, and there was a faint sound of horseshoes.

With a serious expression, she stared ahead intently.

Sure enough, a train team appeared in the realization soon.It was led by a few people on horseback, followed by an unremarkable carriage, and several other people rode behind the carriage.

Song Qinghuan's eyes became deeper and deeper, staring at the convoy that was getting closer.

The curtain of the carriage in the middle was drawn down quietly, but Song Qinghuan knew that Song Qingyi was sitting in it.She glanced at her eyes and found that among the first few people were the men who had just chased after her, and they seemed to have met Song Qingyi halfway.

That is to say, Song Qingyi had already learned the news of her disappearance at this time, and at this moment, she must be very angry.

She didn't dare to take it lightly, held her breath, and stared at Song Qingyi's carriage.

Suddenly, she heard a voice coming from the carriage. Although the person deliberately lowered his voice, which seemed a little erratic and gloomy, Song Qinghuan still recognized several familiar people.

"parking!"

The carriage stopped at the sound, and the rider also reined in his horse with a solemn expression.

A white hand stretched out and raised the curtain of the car. Behind the curtain, a slender figure leaned out.Wearing a black brocade robe, a white jade crown on her hair, and a man's attire, her face was covered with a black cloth, as if she didn't want anyone to see through her true identity.

Even so, Song Qinghuan recognized her at a glance——

She could recognize Song Qingyi's appearance even if she turned into ashes.

"You said that she escaped from this road just now?" Song Qingyi suppressed her voice and pointed to the small road ahead that diverged from the official road.

"Yes." One of the previous few people came out, it seemed to be the man named Huzi just now, he lowered his head, his face was full of respect and fear.

"Since you all chased her, why did you let her escape?" Song Qingyi obviously suppressed her anger as she spoke, her brows furrowed.

"That girl... that girl knows martial arts. The road is too narrow. The horse was frightened, and the younger ones were all thrown off the horse. Wait... when the younger ones got on their horses again and chased after her, they found that she was gone. traces."

Although Huzi didn't know Song Qingyi's specific identity, he knew that her identity was uncertain or not, so he spoke with trepidation, for fear that if he didn't say a word well, it would trigger Song Qingyi's anger.

"Nonsense!" Song Qingyi scolded angrily, her brows were erected, "Her internal strength has clearly been sealed, so how can she beat you guys who are big and thick?!"

The man was about to cry, quickly got off his horse, knelt down in front of Song Qingyi and said, "Young Master Mingjian, what the little one just said is true, you can ask them if you don't believe me?"

As he spoke, he pointed to his friend who was chasing Song Qinghuan together just now.

The others were grasshoppers on the same rope as him, nodding their heads like they were pounding garlic when they heard the words, and they all agreed, "Yes, yes! That girl not only has martial arts, but also her martial arts is not weak."

"She killed our two brothers and wounded the scar, I dare not lie to the young master." Hu Zi trembled and opened his mouth again.

"What?!" The one who spoke this time was a lean man riding beside the carriage, with a goatee and dark eyes, he should be the boss that those people said before.

Huzi nodded tremblingly, shaking like chaff.

"How is it possible?" The goatee man's face was full of disbelief, and stormy waves set off in his eyes.He has seen that girl before, she looks delicate and weak, how could her martial arts be so strong?

Moreover, the medicine he gave to that girl is the most powerful drug in the Jianghu, which can make the whole body weak and weak, and the effect of the medicine can last for three days. .

So... how did she kill two people, get Scar, and escape unscathed?

For some reason, I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine, and looked at Song Qingyi with some hesitation.

He and his subordinates are on the road. A few days ago, someone suddenly came to him and said that there was a big deal, and asked himself if he would accept it.

He asked carefully, and saw that he was just looking for someone to ruin a girl's reputation, even the girl didn't have to be tied up by them personally, and the commission was still high, who would be unwilling?
He originally thought that this was just an ordinary drama of jealousy in the backyard. It was the master who paid the money. Although he was dressed as a man, he looked like a girl at first glance. It has completely exceeded my expectations.

For some reason, he had a hunch that they seemed to have messed with someone they shouldn't have?
Song Qingyi's silver teeth were about to be crushed, her eyes were full of hostility, her eyes were flushed with anger, she took a deep breath and said, "There is only one way back to Jian'an from here, she must not be able to run far, maybe Hiding somewhere along the road, you guys, search carefully for me again, if you can't find anyone, then come and see me!"

When a man with a goatee is rarely threatened by someone, he will inevitably feel a little displeased, but looking at the guard with a serious face next to Song Qingyi's carriage, he knows that she may have a lot of background, so after thinking about it, he endured it for the time being. Turning to look at those people, "Why don't you search quickly?!"

Those people should be in a hurry, and they hurriedly rode away.

Song Qingyi's eyes were gloomy, she thought for a moment, and suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Take me to the yard where she was just now."

While speaking, his complexion was extremely dark, and he tightly clenched his fists so as not to let out the resentment in his heart.

She knew that Song Qinghuan must have guessed that she was behind the scenes, so when things got to this point, no matter what, she had to kill Song Qinghuan, otherwise, she would be the one who died.

Song Qinghuan has a cunning temperament, and he will definitely not throw himself into the trap.

The safest place is the most dangerous place, maybe she has already returned to the small courtyard just now, waiting for others to rescue her, I must get rid of her before Shen Chuhan or the emperor find out!

After making up his mind, he sat back in the carriage, and the curtain was lowered with a "swipe", blocking the goatee's sight.

Goatee reluctantly swallowed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and led the way to the small courtyard where Song Qinghuan was imprisoned just now.

Watching them go far, Song Qinghuan nimbly jumped down from the tree, went around to the back of the house to lead the horse, turned over and jumped up to run in the direction of Jian'an.

She didn't drive very far, but she heard the sound of "Dada"'s hooves ahead, her eyes turned cold, and a cloud of suspicion floated in her eyes.

Could it be...Song Qingyi has another trick?

Glancing around, there was nothing else to do, so he led the horse down the rice field, walked a little farther, and then squatted down to watch the movement on the official road vigilantly.

After a while, there were indeed several galloping horses coming. After seeing the leader, Song Qinghuan's pupils suddenly shrank.

(End of this chapter)