Chapter Fifty-One

  Wu Yue had more rain, and the morning light was hidden by the misty water vapor. In the midst of the drizzle, a finely crafted carriage was parked outside the tea house. The carriage was spacious and tall, with shiny new gold lacquer on its body, and the yoke bore the unique mark of Tiantai Mountain.

  No matter how you look at it, it looks very comfortable, just...

  Everyone looked at the horse pulling the cart, but no one dared to approach it.

  This horse is glossy black all over, strong and sturdy, half a head higher than the carriage it pulls. It has beautiful brocade on its body, its mane is divided into several strands, braided into small braids, with tassels on its forehead like those on a deer's head.

  But that's not the point, the point is...

  There is only one!

  The deer arrow curiously reached out to touch, but was avoided by the proud one.

  "Aunt Ya, this... if we must take a horse carriage, it would be better with a few more horses"

  "It doesn't matter, even a thousand ordinary horses can't pull this car, he's quite formidable" and smiled warmly, looking at the horse with affectionate eyes, "Anyway, don't worry about it, just get on the carriage"

  Everyone had a suspicious face, and they saw Dao Jing calmly get on the bus and pull Lu Jian up, silently urging them with his eyes.

  No choice, had to grit his teeth and go up, and the horse also seemed impatient, front hoof scratched twice, let out a loud snort.

  After the carriage door closed, Hei Ma started walking with a clip-clop sound.

  It was only later that the crowd realized: there was not only one horse, but also no charioteer!

  Da Jing sat quietly on the thick and soft fur, closing his eyes to cultivate his spirit. Lu Jian sat beside him, Meng Mu naturally sat at the lower position, and across from him was someone no one expected - Cheng Fu.

  Meng Mu silently opened his mouth to ask, and Cheng Fu spread his hands to indicate that he didn't know anything either.

  He helplessly turned his head to look out of the window, feeling very tired in his heart.

  This doesn't seem right, Meng Mu suddenly realized that the surroundings outside were all trees, where was the scenery of Qiongtai Town? The view outside the window had been constantly changing and jumping, never continuous. This shows that they are not moving at a normal speed, but are shuttling in a mountain-moving way. He stuck his head out of the window and found that the wheels of the carriage were floating two feet above the ground, automatically drifting away to avoid encountering rocks, no wonder he had been feeling dizzy with the ups and downs.

  At this time, looking at the horse again, although it was carrying a heavy carriage, plus four big men, but it seemed to be very easy-going. This is not without reason, because the rope on the carriage shaft has always been loose.

  Mengmu turned back with a dull expression, lifted his foot to wipe the quiet boots, and pointed his thumb outside the car, "Who is he?"

  Dao Jing closed his eyes again and said faintly: "You know him, very well"

  "Ah!!!?" Meng Mu suddenly took a deep breath, flung open the car door and let out a loud wail, "He Jun, you're in big trouble now... AHHHHH!!!!!!"

  "Hiss!"

  "Ah ah ah, what's wrong?" Meng Mu turned back with tears in her eyes.

  "Can't bear him suffering, you go down and follow him then."

  "I was just saying" Meng Mu immediately straightened up, quickly closed the car door and sat back firmly, not even looking at Jian Yi again, as if nothing had happened earlier.

  "…Rarely seen and yet so strange!"

  The tomb of Xuwu Chang is already covered with lush grass, in the midst of the majestic mountains and rivers of Dongyue, a few young people stand solemnly, bowing their heads in reverence.

  "When Uncle Wu was alive, I only met him twice. Now, I've come to this cemetery for the second time too... "

  Dao Jingxin walked alongside the dilapidated small courtyard, his expression seemingly self-mocking and helpless, until finally his emotions churned and he couldn't speak anymore.

  He Zhongyi, who had transformed into a human figure, followed behind him and comforted: "Young Master, you don't have to blame yourself too much. If it weren't for the superior's rescue back then, he wouldn't have lived to see the day of meeting you."

  "Can't say that," Jing said with a wave of her hand, falling into silence.

  He Jun looked thoughtfully at the road ahead, then turned his head to glance at the people who were intently sweeping the tomb, and whispered in Dao Jing's ear: "All along this road, I've been feeling like someone is following us."

  "It must be Aunt Ya who is worried and has secretly arranged for someone to protect her."

  "Cough, cough" and a loud clearing of the throat to cover up the awkwardness, then said seriously: "There's only one, not one of us."

  "!!" Dao Jing suddenly lifted his head, "Really?"

  "It's true! But don't worry, young master, I'll think of a way to shake him off on the next part of the journey."

  "It's unnecessary" Dao Jinghao turned around calmly, his eyes cold, "With such persistence, how can I refuse him from a thousand miles away? I really want to see his true face."

  He Jun smiled brightly and laughed loudly, his heroic spirit evident as he grasped his fist and said: "Understood!"

  Three men and one woman walked down the mountain on stone steps, boarded a horse carriage that had been waiting for a long time. The black horses neighed towards the sky and slowly drove onto the main road. The trees on both sides of the hill were lush, the mountain wind blew the grass low and the leaves danced, a dark figure flashed by at the edge of the forest, closely chasing after the direction of the horse carriage.

  Dao Jing cast a protective spell on the grave of Void Constant, blocking the natural erosion of wind and rain. The clear light disappeared into the ground, he withdrew his hand gesture and turned to look at Meng Mu, the two smiled at each other, their figures simultaneously dissolving into the wind.

  The shadow appeared and disappeared, closely pursuing, seeing the carriage slowly driving out of the mountain road, turning a corner along the stone cliff, and the line of sight suddenly opened up. It can be seen that this was once a river, but now it has dried up, and the cracked ground is covered with tall and short weeds, only in the middle of the riverbed can you see some wet mud. The carriage slowed down gradually and stopped beside the riverbed.

  The dark figure hiding on the rock also stopped moving, looking left and right for tree cover, seemingly thinking about how to get closer.

  He didn't expect two figures to suddenly appear out of thin air and land silently about ten feet behind him.

  Dào jìng quán shén jiè bèi de dīng zhù zhè ge jiàn bu dé guāng de dí rén, mù guāng lǐ mǎn shì sù shā. Méng mò bǐ le gē jiào yīn, yòu yòng shì yì zuǒ yòu bāo chōu, bù xiǎng nà rén guān wàng le yī huì er, shēn xíng tū rán yī ǎi, sì hū zhǔn bèi tiào xià shān yá.

  "Halt!" A loud shout, Dao Jing raised his hand and struck out with a clear light, but in the urgency of the moment, he lost his aim, and instead alerted the person that they had been discovered. In an instant, the person leapt away, disappearing from the sight of the two.

  Dao Jing swiftly flew after him in pursuit, Meng Mu followed for a step before stopping, "This young master, alas..."

  His gaze searched constantly among the surrounding mountain cliffs, boulders and giant trees, and soon he made a judgment, turned around and rushed towards the back with his sword.

  After falling down the cliff, Dao Jing suddenly understood that there was no obstruction in front of him and that person would not choose to escape in this direction. He must have been using a distracting technique to confuse himself earlier. He turned around abruptly in mid-air and flew towards the top of the cliff.

  In the dense forest, faintly heard chaotic footsteps, but it's hard to see a figure. Dao Jing drew out his long sword, concentrated his mind and searched for the person's position. In just an instant, he sensed that the person hadn't gone far, a thread of doubt flashed in his heart, and quickly chased towards the direction he had detected.

  That man ran with a stumbling gait, and several times he tried to climb high trees, but in his haste he couldn't find the knack, hearing the pursuing soldiers getting closer and closer behind him, he had to give up climbing trees and switch to running.

  In the midst of the dense forest, the trees grew more luxuriant, and as one ventured deeper, the obstacles became increasingly numerous. Daojing was momentarily at a loss for words, unable to think of any spell that could clear up the chaos before him. His long sword also got entangled in the branches and grass tips, so he had no choice but to put it away temporarily. After searching for about an hour, Daojing finally lost his patience, leapt into the air, and stood on a high branch, focusing his gaze downward.

  It turns out that there is indeed a gain, and in the lush greenery, I vaguely see a grayish-blue shadow lurking among a clump of thistles in the distance.

  "Isn't he also afraid of being stabbed?" For some reason, Dao Jing suddenly thought of this sentence at this moment.

  This person's location is on their far left side. If it weren't for climbing up to take a look, they would still be searching forward with their head down, how could they have found them?

  The figure was blurry and not close, Dao Jing's fingers were pinched to cast a wind spell. Only the treetops trembled slightly, the gentle breeze blew slowly, and when it reached the person's side, it turned into an invisible whirlwind, locking the person firmly inside. The person didn't realize that disaster was looming over him, and he just hugged his head and curled up into a ball.

  In this way, Dao Jing hesitated instead, "Could it be that he didn't have malicious intentions, and it was just a misunderstanding?"

  At this moment, the ground under that person's feet was changing in a very slow way. The land within a radius of one zhang around that person began to sink slowly. Dao Jing looked clearly and raised his head to look far away, and indeed saw Meng Mu hanging on the tree like a monkey.

  In a moment, that person will definitely fall into the deep pit with his feet on the ground. The whirlwind is outside and the trap is inside. What can't be grasped?

  Dao Jing's hands were about to be withdrawn when the other person suddenly reacted, jumping up and trying to rush out as the whirlwind dissipated.

  "Earth Bind Technique, Way of Silence!"

  A figure suddenly emerged, the ground shook and collapsed, stirring up countless grass and mud, startling a wild dove that was watching from the side. The gray-blue figure barely grabbed the edge, jumped up to the ground, and rushed into the depths of the dense forest without hesitation.

  Close on its heels was a burst of clear light

  All that could be heard was a "ting" sound, the crisp sound of metal colliding, Dao Jing swiftly flew up, crossing over numerous obstacles to rush towards the source of the sound.

  Returning to the quiet forest, the sky light passes through the leaves and casts dappled shadows. On the soft ground covered with fallen leaves, there is only a golden armlet.

  "Let him go?" A teasing voice came from behind, and Dao Jing subconsciously put away her handcuffs.

  "As you can see"

  "I'm talking to you" Meng Mu's face turned gloomy, he took a step closer, and suddenly reached out his hand in front of Dao Jing...

  Dao Jing didn't dodge, and inexplicably took this not-so-light-not-so-heavy punch. Facing Mo Mu's sudden tantrum, he calmly rubbed his shoulder, looking at him quietly, "Was it fun?"

  "Why retreat?" In the backlight, his face was obscured and dark, but he had a stern and fierce aura.

  This little thing, Dao Jing's face was full of indifference, "a temporary mistake"

  "Mistake? Hmph! Isn't it because you're going soft on her just because she's a girl?"

  Jin Chao Mama 2014/10/12 1:18