Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 22: Flirting here

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She threw half of her body and was suddenly grabbed by someone. Meng Fuyao struggled, but she didn't have the strength to move forward. She drank, "Go and save her..." Before the voice fell, suddenly a figure flashed. Someone came from above. The cliff swept down and threw out faster than her.

From the corner of Meng Fuyao's eyes, he only saw the opponent's purple and blue colored robe swayed, and then stretched out a strong arm from the cliff, grabbed the crack in the stone, flicked it with one hand, and the knife was thrown up.

Meng Fuyao stepped forward to catch it. The child's eyes widened, but he still didn't cry. Meng Fuyao sighed and asked her, "Are you hurt? Why are you here?"

The knife pursed his lips and did not answer. He looked down the cliff. There was a man in a colorful robe jumped up there. His eyebrows were thick and black. It was the man who claimed to "marry the city lord" and scolded Meng Fuyao in the square.的铁成.

He stood on the cliff angrily, regardless of the fact that the chasing soldiers underneath had discovered the movement here, they rushed forward, standing at the entrance of the cave and staring at Meng Fuyao in the cave, cursing, "You have no credit! "

Meng Fuyao was stunned, "What did you say?"

"You have no credibility!" Tiecheng accused, "You are my person, but you are in love with other people HUAN!"

Meng Fuyao choked, Huo Ran raised his head and said angrily, "Hey you follow, you peep!"

"So what!" Tiecheng snarled his neck, "I want to marry you!"

Meng Fu grinds his teeth, hissing, "I didn't promise!"

"I promise it!"

Meng Fuyao stared at this stunned green, and he really felt that it was totally unwise to scold him. He was chasing soldiers close, and he was still harassing something, and Yuan Zhaohuan said lightly behind him, "Have you finished? Remember to follow up after the quarrel. ."

He picked up the knife that had been staring at him with strange eyes, stretched his hand over Meng Fuyao, and said, "Follow me, don't leave me anyway."

Tiecheng cursed, "I don't want to tell you..."

Yuan Zhaoxu never looked back, "I didn't count you in."

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Today's Rongman in Searching Mountain is a lieutenant of the Rong Army. Someone sneaked into the big camp at three o'clock tonight. The bold and condescending fired a rocket, almost burning the main general’s account. Rongren is superstitious. Destroying the account before the war was regarded as ominous, and the furious army leader would send him some troops to chase him. In any case, the villain who had frightened the camp in the middle of the night should be captured back to pieces.

This lieutenant is a cautious man. He clearly sees that the person who escaped is petite and has a very thin martial arts foundation. He only escaped so far because of the familiar terrain, but he still ordered thousands of soldiers and horses and kept chasing him. To Haoyang Mountain.

The knife fell off the cliff and was rescued. He was seen by the soldiers of the Rong people. After sending a sentry message, all the torches gathered and tightened, surrounding the mountain.

The lieutenant Rong went up the mountain personally, guards around him. He was not a taboo about the knife, but the man who saw the knife was good at it. As for Meng Fuyao, who threw himself crookedly, and Yuan Zhaohu, who never showed up, He didn't even know its existence.

When I walked near the cliff, a small white shadow suddenly flashed in front of him. The lieutenant looked down and vaguely saw that it was a fat white animal that looked like a rabbit and a mouse. The flash passed by. I didn't care, and continued to close up tightly.

He didn't know, that plump shadow went straight down the mountain, found the horse that had been riding before, slid up, grabbed the horse's mane with its paws, and pulled straight.

The horse is not a well-trained horse from Shangyang Palace. I don’t know Master Yuanbao’s fixed claws while riding. Master Yuanbao is in a hurry. When the master comes out tonight, the guards are strictly forbidden to follow. It shoulders the heavy responsibility of delivering news. , This **** stupid horse, don't you know that Lord Yuan Bao has a special riding posture?

Master Yuan Bao, who was angry and depressed, jumped up and bit the horse's neck viciously. The horse ate pain and ran straight with a long hissing hoof. As soon as Master Yuan Bao's mouth was loosened, he was almost blown away, and he hurried to death. Staying in the horse mane, he shook all the way out.

The villagers who got up and worked early that night saw such a weird scene—a horse galloping in the wilderness without a driver, and a fat white ball wafting on the horse's mane.

Master Yuan Bao ran all the way to do what he was supposed to do. The lieutenant didn't know the great use of this mouse. He stared at the cliff and guessed the direction in which the other party was hiding.

The soldiers’ spears kept dialing in the grass, looking forward to discovering their hiding place. After nothing was found, the lieutenant’s eyes focused on the shallow cave. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. A few people can escape, why not? Hidden in this hole, is it not dying for oneself to smoke a pile of firewood?

The cave was dark and silent. Sometimes a dark red spark appeared from the extinguished fire, but their eyes were not as bright as those on the top of the cave. Yuan Zhao couldn’t help but hold Meng Fuyao in his arms. His faint smell and fresh fragrance The water and air penetrated into her nose together, which was a pleasant smell. Meng Fu shook her body uncomfortably, but was held tighter by Yuan Zhaoxu.

Sniffing his nose, Meng Fu shook his finger and wrote quietly in Yuan Zhao's palm, "Why don't we go?" With Yuan Zhao's strength, it is easy to escape, even with two burdens.

Yuan Zhaoxuan also quietly wrote in her palm, "Since they are here, they will kill them together, so as to save trouble."

Meng Fuyao curled his lips, "What a big tone, kill three thousand per person?"

The two cheeks touched each other, Meng Fuyao felt Yuan Zhaoxuan seem to be smiling, his eyes were shining in the dark, and he wrote more slowly in Meng Fuyao's palm, "I can kill three thousand alone, and you can kill me alone. You are better."

Meng Fuyao couldn’t help laughing, and felt itchy palms. Yuan Zhao’s fingers were too light, unlike writing, she was ticklish. She bit her lip desperately to prevent herself from laughing. The color becomes more vivid like blood.

Suddenly heard a cold snort above them, but it was Tiecheng who was squatting on the rock above them. He stared at them angrily, and scribbled on the stone wall with a vertical finger, "The enemy is now, still*!"

Meng Fuyao choked, a little maladaptive to the two words *, but she was never used to losing out in front of Tiecheng, so she immediately drew her fingers in the void, "It's up to you!"

Tie became very angry and wanted to jump off as soon as he jumped. Yuan Zhaoxuan suddenly waved his sleeve.

A purple light flashed past, and the air suddenly became thinner and colder. Tiecheng felt that his knees were frozen by ice, and he froze there.

He stared at Yuan Zhaoxuan in horror, but Yuan Zhaoxuan turned his head and looked at the wall. A smile flashed across his eyes, and he wiped his fingers and carved a few more words.

Tiecheng's lettering immediately became, "On the eighth night of the twelfth lunar month of the Renshen year, the clouds will rain, Zhaoxu and his wife are here*."

Meng Fuyao turned his head and saw, his face burned with a bang, burning black, his white teeth became more and more sharp, and he wanted to bite someone.

But before she had time to gnaw down, footsteps came from outside the cave.

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The Lieutenant General Rong finally stopped in front of the cave. All the surroundings were explored. Those few people could not fly with wings, they must be here.

The black and crushing soldiers gathered, and the cave was blocked like a city wall. The team winding for several kilometers, erected like iron array weapons, glowed with blue phosphorescence like a serpent under the moon.

No one can step through this densely-armed formation with the power of one person, even if one person gives a palm, they can live and die.

"Burn me!" The lieutenant looked at the cave with cross-legged arms, coldly ordered, and the white teeth shone like animal teeth in the dark night.

The general said that he would smash the corpse of the person who destroyed the account. He brought the burnt corpse back to him and chop it down.

The pyre has been erected, and there is still no movement in the hole. The lieutenant sneered and smashed his hands heavily.

A soldier was holding a torch and was about to ignite the fire. The pyre in the shape of a tower suddenly collapsed, and a thick branch fell off his head, breaking his head.

The rest of the people changed their color a little, and retreated subconsciously. There are many rules in the battle formation of the Rong people, and one of the most important ones is that they are injured before the battle.

The lieutenant looked carefully at the pyre for a long while, and then recalled that nothing had been shot from the cave just now. It was a coincidence that he frowned, and waved his hand. The guard behind him raised the torch and stepped forward again.

This time when he was halfway there, his legs suddenly softened silently, and then Gu Lulu fell to the ground, rolling, and suddenly his head rolled away.

Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes, the head calmly rolled away, no blood flowed out, no exclaims, and even the previous look of prying and cautiousness remained on the head, and it didn’t even look like a head anymore. , And like a kicked ball.

Under the moonlit night, deep in the mountains, in front of the cave, the head of a fallen man suddenly fell silently and rolled under his feet. What would it feel like?

At least that lieutenant was almost crazy.

He yelled "Oh", and subconsciously raised his leg and kicked the head away.

"Wave"

A very low sound, it sounded like a sigh of a person in the void and silence, the head suddenly exploded, and countless foams of flesh and blood flew under the frosty moonlight, red and white. It has solidified into a small solid, rotating and whistling, covering the dense crowd around it.

How does it feel to be covered with the flesh and blood of a partner who ate and sleeps every day? Horror, disgusting, and the bravest warrior is also an eternal nightmare.

The lieutenant screamed and fell down. In this moment, all the places where his body was touched, smoked, and rotted holes deep in bone.

"Curse! Curse of the devil!"

In the first moment of the cave, a corpse fell on the ground, and the death was inexplicably miserable. I had already stunned these rare soldiers, shaking their hands and holding their swords, not knowing where the enemy was, but insisted on not Willing to run away.

The military regulations of the Rong people are strict, and those who escaped from the battle cut the whole family. Therefore, these people were afraid to leave. Some people even tried to throw their torches over.

In the cave, Meng Fu shook his gaze and looked at Yuan Zhaoxuan thoughtfully. What method he used to kill just now, she didn't even notice it. It didn't seem like martial arts, but she couldn't tell the end. What is it.

Yuan Zhaohu’s martial arts style is rarely seen on the Wuzhou Continent. It is neither righteous nor evil. The bright places are colorful, and the strange places fall silently. Meng Fuyao learns from the old Taoist priests and knows the world of martial arts, but he does not see it. Out of his way.

And his hand, cutting down the generals' heart and robbing the mind, is the strategy of the strategist, playing psychological tactics, but the soldiers are persistent and reluctant to retreat. What they face is still a dead end.

She raised her eyes and saw outside the cave, a torch whirling flying, about to fall to the dry pyre.

"Ha!"

The purple shadow flashed as fast as a stream of light. Yuan Zhaoxuan, who had been playing with Yin before, suddenly moved.

He swept out of the cave and kicked the woodpile everywhere. The thick branches and roots shot straight in all directions like sharp arrows, truly covering them indiscriminately. Those branches hit the human body, and they didn’t stop. When the human body was hit and then hit, the soldiers suddenly fell a bunch of dominoes. Each branch was enough to knock down four or five people. In an instant, they fell down like a bunch of rice. The sky was full of blood and rain. bile.

Tie Cheng also rushed out with Yuan Zhaoxuan. He did not have the amazing internal strength of Yuan Zhaoxuan, but he was a good hand in close combat. Yuan Zhaoxuan rushed into the enemy group to kill, so he drew his sword and guarded at the entrance of the cave. Soldiers who did not dare to confront Yuan Zhaoxun intended to make a detour into the cave, and he stabbed one by one, or two and a pair.

Yuan Zhaoxu killed and injured dozens of people with a kick on the branches, but he did not take advantage of the pursuit. He returned to the spot in a flash and brushed past Tiecheng. By the way, he instructed, "Excuse me, you stay here."

Tiecheng slammed into the heart of a leaping soldier, wiped blood on his face and said angrily, "Then what are you doing?"

"I'm tired. I'm not as brave as you." Yuan Zhao's leisurely answer came from the cave.

Tie Cheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He killed and injured dozens of people with just one kick. Will he be tired? Turning around and yelling, "What are you crazy! Don't rush out of this gap, or we will be exhausted! No one can escape!"

Yuan Zhaoxuan simply ignored him. Tiecheng hated him and walked back with the knife and tried to chop him. Another soldier rushed forward. He had no choice but to reflexively mount the opponent's knife and continue his endless work. .

Meng Fuyao couldn't help shaking his head and murmured, "It's bad luck for you to meet him, bad luck for anyone who meets him..."

Yuan Zhaoxuan just came back to her and smiled slightly, "I am the most unlucky when I meet you."

He was leaning on the mountain wall, and there was another fire. He called Meng Fuyao a knife to burn the fire, and let Tiecheng fight like a mad tiger outside. Meng Fuyao looked a little bit unbearable and said, "Hey, don't help. Help him?"

"If you want to marry you, there is no reason not to pay the price." Yuan Zhaoxu said if nothing happened, "otherwise I would not be reconciled."

Meng Fuyao said with a bitter face, "From now on, I won't talk to you. I have nothing to say if you can block every sentence."

Yuan Zhao smiled, and suddenly waved the hand that was pulling the firewood, a semi-focused wooden stick with sparks flew out instantly, and it happened that Tiecheng's feet were soft, and his body slanted out of neutral. After being cut with a knife, the burning wooden stick appeared magically just right, and slammed into the face of the military soldier with good martial arts, and immediately slapped him in the head.

Tiecheng paused, and turned around reluctantly to thank you for your help. Then Xiang Yuanzhao said lightly, "Concentrate on fighting."

Tiecheng wanted to scold again, and the "choking" stick came over. He had no choice but to pick it up, and he had no time to quarrel with Yuan Zhaochu who had the upper hand.

Meng Fuyao laughed "Ha" and said, "I found out, you are cultivating his subconsciousness."

"This young man is not weak in martial arts, and his temperament is loyal and brave. But his personality is too strong and self-conscious." Yuan Zhaoxu found some pine cones buried in the fire and handed them to Meng Fuyao, "Kill him Resolute, nurture his sense of attachment, and one more person will protect you in the future. You must know that Yao Xun is too slick and unreliable."

Meng Fuyao silently lowered his eyes to see the peeled pine nuts that Yuan Zhaoxuan handed in her palm. The pine nuts that had been blown off the skin were bright and smooth, each like jade, exquisite and smooth, like a caring heart that was cherished. .

She slowly burned the hot pine nuts on her face, and the warmth that touched her skin continued to warm to the bottom of her heart.

There was a flash of light and shadow in front of him, and Yuan Zhaoxuan floated out again. He always went out "just in time" at the moment when Tie Chengli couldn't support him, raised his hand to kill dozens of people, and defeated those brave soldiers. After retreating, giving Tiecheng a chance to breathe, he went back to the cave to "rest after tired", and refused to give any more energy.

Tiecheng’s hair was puffed out and panting. Yuan Zhaoxu would not rush or rush when he came back past him after beating him. Let’s just say a few words in a cool breeze. At first, Tiecheng was still very angry. Hua, if she didn’t think about the people in the cave and her own responsibilities, she wanted to work hard with Yuan Zhaoxuan, and slowly became aware of it, and began to learn to confront the enemy according to Yuan Zhaoxu’s words, and gradually felt lucky. , The use of energy is reasonable, and the moves are more incisive and pure.

Meng Fuyao looked at from a distance, and said enviously, "This kid is lucky." Yuan Zhaoxu smiled lightly.

The moon went down to the west and the sun went up to the east, and then slowly climbed down to the west. The light and shadow in the cave went from dark to bright to dark for more than half of the cycle. Tiecheng, who had been fighting for a whole day, finally softened his hands. , A sharp whistle came.

Yuan Zhaoxu, who has been keeping his eyes closed and rested, opened his eyes and said, "You can go now."

Meng Fuyao had already noticed that he was delaying time, and knew that Master Yuan Bao must have caused trouble when he was absent, so he didn't ask much. Yuan Zhaoxuan helped him up, and Yuan Zhaoxuan took her up with one hand and said, " Hold me."

Meng Fuyao was awkward and said, "I will go by myself."

It's a pity that Yuan Zhao's question was just a polite remark. Before she was awkward, she had already swept out. Meng Fuyao hit his chest with a bang, and had no choice but to hold her tightly.

Yuan Zhaoxu went out this time, his murderous style was very different. Previously, one **** step, one corpse step by step, the gesture of his faint smile stretched out, like the seal of the gods on the nine heavens calling for life. Everywhere, those living human bodies were falling down like wooden stakes, and each of the fallen corpses was a blood hole between the eyebrows. The whole body was broken and soft like a snake. He smiled, embracing Meng Fuyao, his clothes fluttering. He walked into the crowd, and walked out among the blood and corpses in the same place, the pale moonlight shone down, and the light purple shirt was not stained at all.

Kill one person in one step without staying for a thousand miles!

The strange death of the companions, the carelessness and coldness of Yuan Zhao's killing, made the fierce and brave Rong people finally start to fear, especially the twisted body of a snake, and the Rong of the **** Giri who worships the human face and snake body. Clan, can't help but think of the respected deity - this man in front of him, this man who destroys life like grass, is it the incarnation of the God Sun?

"He is not a human!" Someone yelled and began to flee, "He is the messenger of the **** Geriz!"

More people immediately followed off subconsciously, "God is angry in the sky, send messengers to punish us!"

The Rong people who surrounded the cliffs and did not retreat finally began to flee in all directions, but they were forced into the trap of delaying the preset day and night by Yuan Zhao who had already calculated carefully.

People who flee can't choose their way. There are three roads under the cliff that can barely be pedestrianized. The people of the Rong subconsciously rushed to the widest stone road. There is a repaired mountain road, neat and unobstructed.

The Rong who rushed first suddenly stopped. He saw a lone head rolling in front of him.

It's just a head.

However, the Najong soldiers immediately thought of the strange head that would explode before, the general and companions who were inexplicably killed, and the pieces of meat that were still stuck on them.

With a scream of horror, the soldier saw a ghost fleeing from the right path and fled into a trail overgrown with grass nearby. More soldiers poured in like a tide.

That is a "way of death".

For one day and one night, Yuan Zhaoxuan’s secret warfare elites dig holes, poison, lay nets, and set up ambushes, making that path full of quiet vines and vegetation, seemingly nothing unusual, become The last life terminator and soul destination of nearly three thousand people in the army.

This is a war of one person against three thousand troops. From the beginning, the rhythm of the war was completely in the hands of Yuan Zhaoxu. From letting the army surrounded, to the explosion of the head; the first to destroy the Lord will take its morale , To disperse and fight against the enemy at the same place; until everything is properly arranged, the attack will be boldly attacked, if not, the thunderbolt will be shot, and the three thousand soldiers will be forced to flee, and finally the soldiers will be caused by the explosion of heads at the beginning. The shadow forced them to abandon the avenue that could not be ambushed, and chose to fall into a death trap.

These interlocking links are too early and too late. One wrong step is to lose everything. This is a battle-tested general who has carefully thought and played with the sand table, and studied the psychology of soldiers, and dare to use himself as bait However, Yuan Zhaoxu casually took the tactics he would use from the beginning, and took the three thousand troops into his bag step by step according to his plan.

Meng Fuyao leaned in front of Yuan Zhaoxuan, watching the faint shadows flashing among the dense vines ahead, explosions and screams continued one after another, a puff of blood splashed in the green jungle, splashed on the dark rocks , Drew a desolate picture, and not far away, the morning light was about to rise, and a thin mist appeared in the mountains and forests, like a scene of unbearable blood, covering the veil of warmth.

"It's not human..." For a long time, Meng Fuyao murmured, she couldn't help blurting out with her pride and stubbornness, "I don't want to be your enemy in this life."

Yuan Zhaoxu brushed the ash that did not exist on the robes, smiled and looked at her, "You can choose to be my relative in this life."

Meng Fuyao blinked and looked at him. He felt that since he explained the words, her words became more direct. She was arrogant and pointed, but she couldn't cope with this topic, so she had no choice but to turn her head when she hadn't heard it.

She turned her head and remained silent. The knife close to Yuan Zhaoxuan's back suddenly pulled out a knife from her boot with a fierce face, fiercely, with a force that ordinary children could not reach. Speed, piercing Yuan Zhaohou's heart!

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It’s amazing to be able to produce six thousand more words today. I’m so busy I’m about to cry.