The beauty is endless

Chapter 29 Black Bamboo
After enduring three days of wet and hot plum rain, Murong Qi, who was born in the snowy plains of the Western Regions and grew up in the hinterland of the Central Plains, had to admit that the place called paradise on earth is not really that good.

She gulped down the iced mung bean soup, and said weakly, "When will this rain end, people will die of mold."

A pair of hands stretched out from the side, with slightly exposed fingertips, pinched a Supa, and thoughtfully wiped the thin sweat on her forehead.

She turned her head and smiled at the beauty in white beside her, and filled a bowl of mung bean soup: "Come on, you can eat too, hurry back and be careful of the heat."

The beauty is gentle, the young master is passionate, and there is a burst of whispered discussions around him.

The beauty in white pursed her lips and said nothing, her half-drooped almond eyes glistened, she didn't know whether she was moved or...annoyed.

Murong Qi held back his laughter, picked up the folding fan on the table and slammed it open, and slapped two of them coquettishly, and under the cover of the fan, turned his head to the woman in red on the other side and whispered: "Sister Feng, come out!" Where should the town go?"

The woman in red with a cool demeanor replied: "Go west, turn over two mountains, and cross a river, and you will be there."

Only then did Murong Qi put away his fan, put another bowl of soup in front of the woman in red, and said softly in a voice just enough to be heard clearly: "Lady, please use it too, I've been tired all the way."

The woman in red smiled faintly: "Thank you."

The crowd who had watched for a long time took a low breath. This rich man who came from nowhere could enjoy two top-quality beauties - the alluring beauty in white, and the mature and glamorous man in red. A man can do this For the sake of it, it's really worth a lifetime.

After the two beauties finished their soup elegantly, the young master waved his sleeves, threw down an ingot of silver, and told the housekeeper, "Old Mei, lead the horse."

Until the carriage of four people went away, envious sighs echoed in the small restaurant.

In the carriage, Murong Qi hugged his belly and laughed till he beat the floor.

"Did you see the eyes of those people, ahahaha, I laughed so hard! Feng Yuan, you are really a stunner when you dress up as a woman. Sister Feng is even inferior to you. I am the most romantic person in the Jianghu. Are you right? No, right?"

The Kazama Flower in red was lazily leaning on the cushion in the corner. Hearing this, she smiled lightly and said, "Ms. Murong is a good planner, so she is so ostentatious, but she doesn't attract attention. Dayou's pursuers in the past three days have either over chased or If you can't keep up, you will save a lot of trouble."

Murong Qi made a salute and said: "Young lady, I'm overwhelmed."

After that, she hooked her fingers to the beauty in white on the other side: "Come here, you promised me—"

The beauty in white was looking down at a document, when she heard her voice, she raised her eyes and glanced coquettishly: "What's your order, madam?"

The voice is affectionate and gentle, but it is a man's voice.

Murong Qi's smug face suddenly stiffened, he gritted his teeth and said, "What are you barking about? Now you are my concubine, you should call me Master!"

Feng Yuan stretched out his slender fingers to touch his forehead, and said in an aggrieved voice, "Yan Ran, we have worshiped heaven and earth and set up a marriage book, you...how can you just give up..."

"Shut up!" Murong Qi hurriedly said, "Don't remind me every day, what I want to tell you now is exactly this matter. You clearly promised me that as long as you are safely delivered to the Yonghe Army branch, you will be with me." Heli. Now..."

"Aren't you here yet?" Feng Yuan curled his lips, "There are still two hills to climb and a river to cross. Before that, I asked Madam to take care of it."

Feng Yuan was injured because of Murong Qi, and after escaping from danger, he asked her to escort him to the Yonghe Army branch in the northwest of Juze on the condition of He Lishu.After weighing again and again, Murong Qi agreed to him.

Naturally, this road will not be peaceful. The guards of Dayou County chase after him, and Mo Zhu and Ouyang Lan block him in front. There are only four of them, so they can't fight recklessly.Mei Wangting's suggestion was to take a trail left by the Yonghe army when they retreated, and cross the hinterland of the hills, but Feng Yuan disagreed.Since it was the path of the Yonghe army, Mo Zhu and Ouyang Lan naturally knew that an ambush might be set up on any secret path.

In the end, the group adopted Murong Qi's method—disguised as the prince of Liaoyang Jinggui and went to the south of the Yangtze River with his family. Instead of being low-key and quick when escaping, they acted ostentatiously, spending money like dirt, riding horses and cars all the way, slowly and leisurely , He really looked like he was traveling in mountains and rivers, but he swaggered and hid it from the eyes of several waves of chasing soldiers.

At this moment, the flamboyant "Liaoyang Jingguizi" Murong Qi is holding the hand of the "big lady" Kazamahua affectionately, saying: "Sister Feng, your nails are so beautiful, I have never seen such a color in Liaoyangjing." Where's Kodan?"

Kazama Hana said: "This is made of the unique snapdragon flower juice in the south of the Yangtze River. If you like it, I will give you a few boxes some other day."

Feng Yuan, who was concentrating on checking the map in the corner, raised his head when he heard the words: "If Madam likes it, I will make it for you next time, so you don't have to bother Master Feng."

Murong Qi rolled his eyes and was too lazy to correct him.

Feng Jianhua took a look at the two of them, and said in a low voice, "Master, you have your own heart, please don't let Miss Murong down."

Murong Qi twitched the corners of his mouth: "I can't bear Mr. Feng's feelings."

"Yanran, you..."

Before Feng Yuan could finish speaking, Elder Mei suddenly yelled from outside the carriage: "Lord!"

The three people in the car looked at each other and jumped out of the car together.

The carriage was parked at an uninhabited wild Watanabe, and the rolling hills could be seen not far away.At this moment, there were two people standing in the middle of the only mountain road leading into the mountain.

Among them, Murong Qi recognized the person holding a green bamboo bone oil-paper umbrella, with a hulking back and a copper hammer hanging on his back. It was Ouyang Lan who had met in Luochen.

The other, is a stranger.

The man was sitting in a paulownia wheelchair, wearing a half-worn blue cloth gown, thin, handsome, elegant, about 30 years old, with traces of vicissitudes on his brows and eyes.

That unassuming yet vigilant aura made Murong Qi almost immediately conclude that this person must be the legendary leader of the Four Great Elders, Mo Zhu.

Feng Jianhua beside her has already said, "Elder Mo is very capable, he found us so quickly."

But Mo Zhu just shook his head, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Feng'er, don't be stubborn, there is still time to stop now."

"In time? You should tell the dead Jing Song." Feng Jianhua sneered, "When you took refuge in Dayou and set fire to the Flower Picking Building, you have no right to ask me to stop."

Mo Zhu was slightly taken aback when he heard the words: "Jing Song...is he dead?"

Before Feng Jianhua could answer, Mei Wangting on the side said angrily: "Jing Song and you are brothers who have been born and died for many years. In order to claim credit for the big you dog thief, you drove him to death regardless of affection. Even the bones can’t be taken back. Mo Zhu, this old man has watched you grow up, but he doesn’t know that you are so hypocritical and cold-blooded!”

The reprimand reverberated in the rainy wind at the mountain pass. Behind Mo Zhu, Ouyang Lan's eyes were already red, and she straightened her neck and said, "Jing... Brother Jing's death, we only know now, Mr. Mei, don't swear, Brother Mo's painstaking efforts to protect the Yonghe army, you...you all don't understand...

He hadn't read many books, and he stumbled and couldn't speak clearly what he wanted to say.Mo Zhu stretched out his hand to prevent him from continuing to speak, the sadness that flashed in his expression for a moment was gone, and his eyes returned to calm.

"Since Mr. Mei watched me grow up, he should know my temper. I will not give up easily on what I decide to do. Feng'er, why don't you understand that now the world is at peace, He Qinghaiyan, at this time Going to war is against the destiny..."

"Enough!" Feng Jianhua's usually elegant voice was slightly raised, but there was a faint voice of gold and jade, "I have heard these words many times, and I don't want to hear them again. Elder Mo, if you don't give way again, don't blame me for being rude."

Mo Zhu frowned, and his voice became severe: "Feng'er, are you really going to be so obsessed?"

"You are the one who is obsessed with obsession!"

"In that case..." Two sharp gazes suddenly turned to the face of Murong Qi in men's clothes, "This one must be Shen Shizi, right?"

Feng Yuan frowned, and was about to clarify, but Murong Qi stopped him, smiled and said, "Elder Mo, I've admired you for a long time."

She has used her internal force to control the throat muscles, changing her voice, and her voice is as deep as a man's.

"It is rumored that Shen Shizi has the appearance of a heavenly man, and he really deserves his reputation." Mo Zhu praised without sincerity, his eyes turned cold, "Everything started because of you, as long as you are not around, Feng'er and the Yonghe army will not be in trouble again robbery."

Murong Qi shook his head: "Your logic is really a bit..." Before he could say the words "excessive words", a cold light came towards his face, and Murong Qi hurriedly jumped up to avoid it, and shouted, "It's a surprise attack! shameless!"

Mo Zhu sneered: "You can't even save your life, what's the use of having face?"

While speaking, he adjusted the machine crossbow on his arm to aim at Murong Qi in mid-air again, and at the same time whispered: "Alan, kill Shen Qianchi!"

"understand!"

Ouyang Lan threw down the paper umbrella, pulled out the copper hammer, and slammed it hard at Murong Qi's feet.

At the same time, ghostly figures appeared on the path, all with longbows and iron shields, dozens of people were holding iron cylinders about a foot long, aiming at Murong Qi who was entangled by Ouyang Lan.

Mei Wangting was shocked and said: "Master, this is Mo Zhu's fire crossbow!"

Mo Zhu, one of the four great elders, is good at the technique of machine-spring formation. The fire crossbow is modified by him from an ordinary arm crossbow. It contains small arrows about two inches long and sulfur flint. Just press the switch, and the flint will ignite the arrow , it can continuously shoot iron arrows with fire, which is extremely powerful.

But at this moment, these more than a dozen fire crossbows actually pressed the trigger at the same time, countless fire arrows pierced the rain curtain, scattered like lightning, and the targets were all Murong Qi.

A white shadow quickly swept up, and the sleeves fluttered, like an invisible wall of air, blocking most of the rockets, and the remaining few were all dodged or blocked by Murong Qi, waiting for Ouyang Lan's sledgehammer to strike again When the sweep came, she was forcibly pulled behind by Feng Yuan.

Seeing this, Feng Jianhua shouted in a low voice: "Mr. Mei, protect the young master!"

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hands, and pulled out two bright daggers from her sleeves.

Born in the Feng family, the old general Feng's two-handed iron mace is famous on the battlefield. Because Feng Jianhua is a woman, the iron mace is too heavy, so she changed the mace into a sword. Ranked tenth on the weapon spectrum.

At this moment, this pair of world-famous swords is arousing a flash of sword light, twisting towards Mo Zhu mercilessly.

Mo Zhu's legs and feet were inconvenient, and Ouyang Lan was not around, so he could only press the arm of the wheelchair with both hands, backed away quickly, and scolded: "Feng'er, you really want to make an enemy of me for an irrelevant person?"

Kazama Flower snorted coldly: "You were the one who became my enemy first!"

Wrist rotation, oblique thrust, flat stab, like flowing clouds and flowing water, all in one go, after ten strokes, the two swords cut back beautifully and neatly, and arrived at Mo Zhu's neck accurately.

"stop."

A clear shout made everyone stop. Ouyang Lan was originally helpless under the double oppression of Feng Yuan and Murong Qi, but at this moment her eyes were reddened and she shouted: "Sister Feng, don't fight back!" so--"

In a moment of urgency, he called out his old address, but Feng Jianhua was unmoved, and said to Mo Zhu, "Everyone who calls you back!" Then he turned his head and told Mei Wangting, "Mr. Mei, bring the young master in." Mountain."

Mo Zhu stared fixedly at Feng Jianhua's face, there was an incomprehensible deep meaning in his faint eyes, he seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything after all, he just waved his hands, including Ouyang Lan A group of people had to lay down their weapons, spread out the encirclement, and watched them leave.

Mei Wangting led the way, followed by Murong Qi and Feng Yuan, and Feng Jianhua carried Mo Zhu to the end. Half an hour later, the five of them were in a forest.

The trees in the south of the Yangtze River are not particularly tall, but the branches and leaves are lush and dense, and the drizzle is still falling. Looking around, there is smog everywhere, and the road when I came here, and the mountains in the distance are all invisible.

Only then did Feng Jianhua draw back her sword, and the tip of the sword had already cut a bloody gash on the side of Mo Zhu's neck, and he didn't bother to wipe it off, allowing the blood to flow down slowly, staining the green shirt red.

From the beginning to the end, those clear eyes never fell on anyone other than Kazama Flower.

"Feng'er, do you really want to leave?"

Kazama Hua didn't look at him, her slender back was straight, and her voice was cold: "Differences in the way do not conspire with each other. Elder Mo, for the sake of using your legs to save me, I won't embarrass you anymore today." You. From now on, I am the leader of the Yonghe Army, and you are a traitor to the Yonghe Army. Everything in the past will be wiped out, and everyone will have their own destiny."

He looked at her back for a long time, and finally smiled, and said, "Okay."

Turn the wheelchair with your fingers, turn your head and leave, no more nostalgia.

After Mo Zhu left, the four of them found a cave for a temporary rest.

Murong Qi lit a fire and roasted his clothes, while looking at Feng Jianhua standing at the entrance of the cave, the place was neither sheltered from rain nor wind, the mountain wind blew the rain-soaked red dress, and stuck it heavily on the On the body, it looks very uncomfortable.

Seeing the beauty suffer, she really couldn't bear it, and couldn't help but said: "I'll call Sister Feng to come in."

"Wait." Before she stood up, Mei Wangting didn't hold her down.The grey-haired old man sighed softly, "Let the landlord be alone for a while."

Murong Qi was not stupid, so he approached and quietly asked, "The landlord and Elder Mo must have had a good relationship in the past, right?"

Mei Wangting was stunned, and shook his head slowly: "It's not only good... The host lost his father since childhood, and grew up with Mo Zhu. For her, Mo Zhu is also a teacher and a friend. Feelings……"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jianhua turned around and walked into the cave, interrupting him lightly: "Old Mei, if we are almost ready, we should be on our way."

(End of this chapter)