Chapter 124

Gradually, the river wind is no longer so attentive, because I feel that Murong red bridge is not dangerous, after all, they are two to one, even if there is danger, they can deal with it.

Jiang Feng began to practice wholeheartedly. It is the right thing to absorb aura.

At this time, Murong Hongqiao, who had been dozing down, suddenly opened his eyes, looked here with the remaining light from the corner of his eyes, and then closed his eyes, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

His smile seems to be more evil or more charming than the night charm.

……

"It's daybreak. Wake up. The sun's on your butt."

At dawn, Murong red bridge began to howl like the most noisy duck in the world.

"What are you arguing about in the morning? Get out of the way." Jiang Feng was woken up and cheered.

"Why, I'm kind enough to call you to get up. You're still excited. You don't admit that you have no manners and quality. It's a hard boiled duck." Murong Red Bridge pinches waist road.

"Yo Ho, whose little lady is this? I want to pinch my waist and curse the street in the morning." Jiang Feng took out his mace to deal with the puppet man.

Sure enough, Murong hongqiaodun turned red with anger and pointed to the river breeze and cried, "you are not a man. I'll fight with you."

"Stop, I don't fight with women." The wind of the river jumps up and hides far away.

He would rather provoke a shrew than a fake man. This is a famous saying Jiang Feng just remembered.

"Well, you two are really energetic. Up to now, you haven't quarreled enough. That's enough." Yue Huadie said.

Then Yue Huadie said to Jiang Feng, "it's time for us to go. We can't delay."

Jiang Feng nodded and said, "well, let's go now."

Then they turned to go, Murong Red Bridge quickly caught up, shouting: "you don't go, where are you going?"

"We're going to work in the West. Don't follow me, or I'll beat you." Jiangfengdao.

"Just in time. Let's stop by. Let's go together. I don't mind." Murong red bridge is not afraid of the threat of the river, step by step with, did not mean to leave.

Jiang Feng was stunned and said, "you don't mind, I don't mind. Go away, don't annoy me, or I'll beat you."

"Hey, hey, can't you be gentle? You are so fierce every time. I said that I am afraid of the dark. If it comes to night, I will be afraid." Murong Red Bridge licked his face.

"You're afraid of hacking me. Stay away from me. Keep an arm's length, or your fists will serve you." Jiang Feng stretched out his arm to measure the road.

"Well, I'll follow you. I won't delay you." Murong Red Bridge retreated to seek the second, actively kept the distance, hanging behind.

Regardless of their bickering, Yue Huadie stealthily traces Yubi and discovers that the red dot on it is moving rapidly. He is shocked and will soon leave their tracking range.

"River breeze, don't grind Ji, go quickly." The music draws the butterfly to sink the voice way.

Jiang Feng just saw Yue Huadie put the jade up. He knew what was going on. It must be that the goal had changed.

"OK, let's go." The river breeze dare not doubt late, two people immediately accelerated speed, toward the west of the dense forest.

"Hey, slow down, wait for me..." Murong Hongqiao yelled at the back.

……

Two days later, at the other end of the dense forest, they found a pile of burnt ashes.

Jiang Feng squatted down, touched it, and said, "there is still residual heat, which means that they have just left, and the distance between us and them has been shortened again."

"Well, I finally caught up with him. I almost lost him." Yue Hua butterfly eases the airway.

Then Yue Huadie takes out the tracking jade Bi again. Seeing that the moving speed of the red dot on it slows down, she is completely relieved.

"I'm finally catching up with you. I'm so tired that my two Qianqian jade legs are almost broken." Murong Red Bridge chased up from behind, complaining repeatedly: "and my feet, have a few blisters, you see my hand, above the row of several blood, looking at all distressed."

These two days, the Murong red bridge has been following them all the time. It's like a follower. It's very annoying.

But they have no way to deal with him. After all, there is nothing wrong with him.

After discussion, they decided to let him go. If they wanted to, they would follow him. They would find a chance to get rid of him later.

Jiang Feng gives Yue Huadie a look. They go on their way. It seems that they don't hear Murong Hongqiao's complaint at all.

If he takes the pains to go on his way, maybe he will retreat.

After another three days, Yin Yang aerospace and Li Yuxin's direction suddenly turned to the northeast, which made them wonder why they suddenly changed direction and would not be found.

But I think it should not, they have been keeping a safe distance, the other side can not be aware of.

It must be that they were confused in the initial direction. They purposely headed west for fear of being followed. Now they are sure that no one is following, and they start to move in the right direction.

They are cautious enough, but no matter what, they can't avoid tracking.

Next, the direction should be changed to the northeast. Most of them are in the wilderness. They seldom meet outsiders. When they are thirsty, they can find some water to drink. When they are hungry, they can use local materials and make a cushion. Anyway, they will not die of hunger.

In fact, they don't want to. In modern society, they can go anywhere by car or even by plane.

Kenai Yinyang aerospace and Li Yuxin are too cautious to take an unusual road.

They suffered as well.

The key is that Murong Hongqiao, a wonderful flower, is behind him. With him, he is even more nagging than Tang monk. Many times, Jiang Feng has to punch him down and let him roll.

But he always followed with endless reasons, and it was reasonable.

I have to admit that Murong Hongqiao is a very stubborn person, who does not stop until he reaches his goal.

This is praiseworthy, but such people are the easiest to do great things and also the easiest to get killed.

"Jiang Feng, we are so familiar. Can you come and pinch my shoulder? My shoulder really hurts. " Murong Hongqiao has started the mode of talking again.

The wind of the river turns a deaf ear.

"Yue Hua die, you are so beautiful... Er, of course, you are not as beautiful as me. You have no reason but to rub your legs for me." Murong Red Bridge sees the river breeze to ignore, and stares at Yue Hua die.

Yue Huadie turns his head and ignores him.

It's hard for him. No one talks to him, right? Then he'll talk to himself.

"Hello, you are Murong Hongqiao, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am."

"Then why are you so beautiful?"

"I don't know. It should be born."

"Wow, I envy you so much. I'll call you Murong beautiful in the future, OK?"

"Yes, yes, I like the name."

"Murong is beautiful!"

"Well, that's nice. A few more calls."

"Murong is beautiful, Murong is beautiful..."

The river breeze in the side listen to is a burst of chilly, goose bumps have no place to rise, sweat hair inverted such as hedgehog.

"Shut up, you son of a bitch. If you dare to say one more word, I'll break your mouth." The river breeze can't bear it any more. Let's shout.

Murong Red Bridge startled, mouth a turn way: "you fierce what fierce, really is not a man, I speak for myself, tube you what matter, you don't want to listen to cover ear good, really, stink not to face."

The river breeze is speechless. I'll go. It's your own shame. You dare to bite back.

Today, he has seen what it means to have no face and no skin.

People want face, trees want skin, no face no skin, that is the kiln sister.

Jiang Feng suddenly calmed down and said, "Murong Meili, I ask you, what are you doing with us? Can we say it now? It's no fun to go on like this. "

"I don't do anything. It's just fun." Murong Red Bridge Road.

"But when you call my new name, please pay attention to it. Be gentle, speak softly, and don't bite your teeth. I will misunderstand you and think you are going to attack me." Murong Hongqiao pinches a wisp of her hair and goes along the way.

That looks like a woman.

"If you don't have any intention, who can believe it? I tell you, even if you follow us all the time, it's useless, because there's no chance for you to start." Jiang Feng sneers.

"Look what you said, I think so bad. You are all masters. Of course I can't beat you alone." Murong Red Bridge Road.

Whew!

Suddenly, an arrow came.

"No, there's an enemy attack. Get out of the way." Cried Jiang Feng.

Yuehua butterfly retreats, jiangfengshui sword across the chest, blocking the arrow shooting.

Dang!

The arrow fell on the ground, stabbing straight on the ground, and the end was still buzzing.

This is a black arrow. It is dark and bright. It is engraved with fine lines. At the front end, it is a face with a huge mouth. Its teeth are exposed, and it seems that it is breathing a blade.

Yue Huadie saw the arrow and exclaimed, "this is the arrow of the shooting school."

"Shooting school? What do you mean Asked Jiang Feng.

"The shooting school, like our musicians, belongs to the six arts of Confucianism, specializing in archery. They have appeared in many wars in ancient times. Their ancestor dihei and my ancestor Lechi belong to the same generation, and they are all preached by Confucius." Happy to draw butterfly road.

Jiang Feng nodded his head. He understood that there are six schools of Confucianism: rites, music, archery, imperial, calligraphy and mathematics. According to Zhao Yue's painting of butterflies, the comer is the descendant of archery.

But why did the descendants of the shooting faction attack them? And why does it suddenly appear here?

The river breeze suddenly looks at Murong red bridge. Is it related to him?

Murong Red Bridge light smile, in the past that Niang Jin disappeared, but a little more cold.

"Didn't I just say that I can't beat you alone, but not two of you. I've invited a helper here." Murong Hongqiao said with a strange smile, "come out, my friend."

Brush!

A figure flashed out from one side and stopped beside Murong red bridge.

This man is dressed in black and has a black cloth on his head. He has a pretty face, but only a cool color. His eyes are like hooks. The light of his eyes can cut through the void, and the corners of his mouth curl up in a proper radian, giving him a kind of rebellious and uninhibited appearance.

The body is not high, medium, and the muscles hidden in black are clearly visible. The powerful force will explode at any time.

In his left hand, he held a big black bow with blue light.

A right arrow has been put on the bowstring, supporting a full moon.

Behind him, he was carrying a bucket full of arrows, each of which was like death's sickle.