Chapter 347

Shaoyu came to Tianming, squatted down and asked, "I ask you, what's your name."

"Hum!" he hummed at dawn and looked away.

Mu Hantian checked gainie's injury and murmured, "OK, better than expected. Only go to Jinghu medical village." (PS: someone will ask, why don't you use the system! I'll tell you that the protagonist just wants to see the moon!)

After that, Mu Hantian came to the tree shot by Tianjing, took the sword handle, pulled out Tianjing and took back the scabbard. He turned and said, "you Xiang family can't be stupid here. Why don't you come to our Mohist School for a while? Besides, the man was seriously injured and needs to be treated quickly. Otherwise... I'm afraid he won't last for two days."

Shaoyu and Xiang Liang both looked at fan Zeng. Seeing that Shaoyu's eyes were full of desire to go, fan Zeng said, "thank you, young Xia mu. I'm here to replace the Xiang family. Thank you, young Xia mu."

"You're welcome, Mr. Fan. Now we win the government. The people all over the world are in dire straits. We should have supported each other." Mu Hantian said faintly.

Hearing Mu Hantian's words, Shaoyu and fan Zeng have much higher admiration for mu Hantian. Mu Hantian said, "well, let's go. Someone should come here soon."

"Yes."

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At this time, the whole valley. The combination of mountains and rivers, mountains and water, combines flexibility and calmness. Mountains are towering because of water, and water is beautiful because of mountains; Mountains have shapes but water is invisible, mountains have heads but water is endless. The mountain is still, the water is surging; Water is eternal blue, while mountains are gorgeous in color. Mountains and rivers depend on each other, and there is the brightness of nature.

Mountains and rivers produce civilization, and mountains and rivers continue life. When the calm mountain and the flexible water are intertwined, the mountain protects the water, so there is a clear pond and a waterfall; Water moistens the mountains, so there are flowers and trees; So beautiful mountains and rivers, so beautiful mountains and rivers.

The integration of mountain and water is a combination of static and dynamic, monotonous and wonderful, which constitutes the most beautiful scenery. How wonderful it is to explore the green mountains and go boating in the green water!

Everything should be ready. As soon as they set off, they heard the top of the carriage. Tianming said, "Hey, I baked two pheasants well. If you didn't make trouble, the dead fat bear wouldn't eat both my chickens. You have to accompany me."

"Call me big brother and I'll give you chicken." Shaoyu smiled.

"If you call me Grandpa, I'll call you big brother."

Mu Hantian, sitting at the top of another carriage, looked at them and shook his head.

At dusk, the forest is extremely quiet. The faint sunset sprinkles down through the gap between the branches, adding a sense of peace. But there was air dried blood left on one of the trunk, and two people stood in front of the tree.

One has white hair and domineering side leakage. The other is wearing a moon white half sleeved long skirt. It is Weizhuang and Nongyu.

Wei Zhuang looked at the blood and said, "this is unparalleled blood."

At this time, behind a big tree a few feet away, there was a man hiding. He looked dressed as the Xiang family of the state of Chu. He thought it was the spy left by Shaoyu. He was closely watching every move of Weizhuang and Nongyu.

Nongyu looked at the trunk and said faintly, "this is gainie's hundred step flying sword. One edge breaks his throat?"

Weizhuang picked up a piece of leaves on the ground and looked at it. He said, "although the throat is broken, it is not a hundred step flying sword."

"Why?"

"The sword technique of cutting this leaf is not the ghost Valley sword technique. I don't know this kind of sword technique." Wei Zhuang threw away the leaves in his hand and continued: "who are the people in this village? After the unparalleled World War I, the whole village moved overnight, and the action was quite clean."

Nongyu said, "according to Bai Feng, they are exiled aristocrats of the state of Chu. After the fall of the state of Chu, they lived in seclusion here to avoid the search and arrest of the Qin army."

When the spy heard this just now, he had grabbed a rope nearby and looked carefully along the rope. There were two arrows and crossbows connected at the other end. The tip of the arrow was facing Weizhuang and Chilian in the distance, but they planned to take their lives, but they didn't seem to know it.

Wei Zhuang said, "which clan are the exiles of the state of Chu that Ying Zheng is most worried about?"

"After the fall of the state of Chu, the Xiang family fled here."

"Is the Xiang clan who shouted 'although there are three families in Chu, the death of Qin will be Chu' before dying?" Weizhuang was slightly surprised.

Nongyu said indifferently, "yes, they were originally the strongest people in the state of Chu."

Wei Zhuang chuckled and said, "although Ying Zheng has won the world, he has left so many enemies in his home." Wei Zhuang's tone is full of ridicule and contempt. For him, it is the biggest failure not to remove all the enemies. Even sitting in a high position is not safe.

"The Chu family has nothing to do with us, but as long as they hinder our actions, they are our enemies." Wei Zhuang suddenly found something strange behind him. The spy was preparing to pull down the rope and Wei Zhuang shot like electricity.

"Ah!"

The Scout screamed. The hand he wanted to pull the rope was nailed to the tree trunk by a leaf. It was bleeding and painful, but he couldn't pull it out.

Wei Zhuang came over and looked at the frightened Spy: "the Chu family still has a tail here. Just let him tell us where gainnie is going."

In other words, the Xiang family, gainie and Tianming moved quickly after a war with matchless.

Here is a desolate area. The dust is flying all over the sky, and the broken houses collapsed, which startled a group of crows hovering on it. There are broken bricks and tiles everywhere on the ground. Occasionally, a thin wild wolf haunts and steps on the tiles, "creaking and creaking", which is particularly desolate in his ears.

Mu Hantian and his party walked along this deserted road. They passed by homeless refugees who were being driven away by the officers and soldiers of the state of Qin.

"Go... Go..."

Many refugees fell, but no one asked. There were many children among them, but their eyes were dim.

In these troubled times, death is so common that no one cares.