Qin Dynasty Novelist

It is difficult to rely on one's own strength, but it is also possible to rely on external strength. As long as one understands the profound entrance, one can also have that kind of strength.

There is no higher or lower strength.

"Yes, my lord."

Bai Qianhong and Xue Ji looked at each other, and could only show their heads lightly.

Not long after, a group of troops returned to the side of Didao City. Although they failed to capture and kill the leader of the Mohist family, after this incident, those Mohist people would not be so naive.

Early the next morning, Li Chong, Lieutenant of Longxi County, led a thousand elite soldiers, and set off for Lintao to rectify the affairs of the Qiang people and the rangers. Expand it.

The chaos in Longxi is gradually disappearing, and the restoration of the past is just around the corner.

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

puff!

A hundred miles away from Didao in Longxi, the man in black led Fang Genglei and a dozen people, and ran non-stop for dozens of miles based on the preparations he had made before, and did not stop until the spiritual sense felt stable.

Along the way, only the sound of horseshoes was heard, and everyone was speechless.

Walking to a remote river valley area, the man in black just got off his horse, and suddenly there was a muffled groan in his body, a mouthful of crimson blood gushed out, soaking his clothes, his black eyebrows pressed against the ground, and he couldn't breathe quickly.

Immediately, sitting cross-legged on the ground, running the profound kung fu, the crimson mysterious light on the body surface and the dark black mysterious light complement each other, and the invisible power spreads, making Fang Genglei and Gao Jianli, who were about to approach not far away, look at each other and retreat quietly .

"Commander Gao, today is really dangerous and dangerous. If this senior expert didn't show up, I'm afraid we would all die in Longxi."

"Tell me... who is this senior? Why does he have a giant's ink eyebrows in his hands, and he knows our Mo family's unique swordsmanship?"

Fang Genglei was also extremely exhausted. When he fought against Qin Bing earlier, he had already exhausted himself a lot. In addition, he had spent a lot of time on the road with high energy and energy for a long time.

Now that he has stabilized and relaxed, he suddenly feels sore all over his body. He took the water bottle from a Mohist disciple, took a few sips, and then lay down on the dirty ground, looking at Gao Jianli.

Sometimes, I really admire Gao Jianli, no matter when, I can't learn this calm temperament by myself, I feel too tired.

"In any case, it's a friend rather than an enemy!"

Gao Jianli was using his profound arts to recover his depleted cultivation. No matter who the man in black was, one thing was certain, that was, he was a friend of the Mo family, not an enemy.

Knowing this point, there is no need to delve into who it is.

"Too."

Fang Geng nodded in tears.

Afterwards, the group of people returned to calm. Today, they are probably the only elite disciples of the Mo family around Didao left, which is a heavy loss. Fortunately, not all of them died, and they even met a senior expert.

It's luck.

When we left the village of Didao, it was still close to noon, and Fang Genglei woke up from a deep rest. It was already very dark, and bonfires were rising all around. Mohist disciples were roasting hares and other things, and the craving aroma diffusion.

"Commander Fang, let's eat something."

Gao Jianli at the side had already woken up, was eating a wild fruit in his hand, sensing Fang Geng's tearful breath, he stretched out his hand and handed over one.

"Thank you."

After a simple wipe, I took a bite. Although it was a bit sour, compared to the emptiness of the belly, everything was fine, but the hare not far from the smeller was even more greedy.

"The senior hasn't spoken yet?"

Five or six feet away, the body of the senior man in black was still shining with mysterious light, and his aura was still so powerful, but it was much more restrained than in the daytime, and he didn't know when he would wake up.

"No."

Gao Jianli shook his head.

After half a column of incense.

"Commander Fang, Commander Gao, here it is!"

The Mohist disciple handed over the hare's four legs and looked at the two commanders.

"Give it to the seriously injured brother, we are fine, they are different."

Fang Genglei didn't take over. He got up from the spot and walked to another place. There were three or five seriously injured Mohist brothers who needed these nutritious things. Unfortunately, this place was far away from the city and there were no doctors.

"it does not matter."

"Two commanders, when you were cultivating with your eyes closed, that senior took out a red elixir like Ganoderma lucidum and shared it with them. Now their condition has stabilized and they are recovering very quickly. .”

That Mohist disciple didn't listen to Fang Geng's tearful words, he put the rabbit's leg on the lotus leaf beside Commander Gao, and followed Commander Fang, talking with joy on his face.

That elixir is really miraculous, just after taking it, it has curative effect, and scars have appeared on the wound at the point of the arrow. Now the injury is fine, but the body is a little weak.

"A red elixir like Ganoderma lucidum?"

"The thing that can stabilize their injuries so quickly is probably a rare treasure. Have you ever asked about his identity?"

Fang Geng approached with tears and felt carefully. Indeed, the three or five seriously injured disciples were breathing steadily at the moment and recovering in a deep sleep. Sleeping is the fastest way to recover.

Hearing what the Mo family brother said, his eyes fell on the man in black in the distance again, and he asked in a low voice.

Being able to produce such an elixir for the brothers of the Mo family shows that the friendship with the Mo family is deeper, but why can't I think of any masters in the Mo family?Or did the giant never tell himself?

hum!hum!hum!

The sky and the earth trembled, colorful and bright, and after breathing, it returned to the most primitive black and white. For a moment, all the Mohist disciples around the venue looked over.