Chapter 27

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Chu Mo's eyes are a little red!

The boy's pure eyes... A blood color!

Over the years, there have been no major wars between Daqi and Daxia.

But in fact, there are often soldiers in the Qi Dynasty who turn into small groups of robbers to invade and harass the people on the Daxia border.

Chu Mo once went to a village slaughtered by robbers transformed by Qi soldiers with his grandfather.

In that small village, there are more than 500 people in the whole village, and there are only three living people left!

Those were three children. When the enemy entered the village, their parents hid them in a dry well in their backyard, and then covered the well cover with firewood. Only then did they escape.

But at that time, if Grandpa hadn't heard the weak cry of the children in the dry well when he entered the village, I'm afraid those children would eventually die.

Because they can't climb up by themselves!

These things had a great psychological impact on the young Chu Mo at that time.

The seeds of hatred have already been planted in the hearts of those soldiers in Daqi.

Because killing is not as simple as imagined.

Chu Mo is not a murderer.

The other party is not a lamb to be slaughtered!

At this time, Chu Mo has regarded this place as a real battlefield!

In his heart, there was only one thought, only one word: kill!

In the light of the knife, those Knights seemed to be vulnerable in front of Chu mo.

Chu Mo's skill became more and more pure in this battle, and his body shape was surprisingly flexible.

Almost one by one, cut those Knights off their horses.

Even gerza, who also entered the realm of Yuan pass, is not Chu Mo's opponent at all.

Maybe it's because his brother's death hit him too hard; Maybe Chu Mo's cultivation skills were too much better than him... After only five rounds, Chu Mo punched him on the chest, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and fell from his horse.

Chu Mo didn't hesitate and raised his knife high.

In the twilight, the sharp blade glittered with cold light.

"Little hero, save his life for the time being!" A knight who followed Princess Nai shouted, "he's still useful!"

Chu Mo's mind was instantly clear, and the blood color in his eyes gradually retreated, fell to the ground, with a face of despair, looked at his gerza in horror, and spit toward the place: "what I hate most is the villain like you who sells for glory!"

With that, he brushed the sharp knife in his hand and nailed it to gerza's brain, just a little distance away from his face.

Gerza screamed with fear and fainted.

"Waste!"

Chu Mo scolded, and then walked towards the small lake without looking back. He was splashed with a lot of blood. The thick smell of blood made him very uncomfortable, and he was ready to wash the blood off his body.

When Princess Nai and his bodyguards rushed here, they were all stunned. Dozens of pursuers were all killed on the spot, and almost every one... Was fatal!

These are the elite knights in the grassland King's court!

Although they rebelled against the king's court and took refuge in the Qi Dynasty, no one would deny their strength.

Otherwise, how could Na Yi and others be so embarrassed?

But in front of the boy, it turned out to be a knife, like chopping melons and vegetables, all killed!

Even if Na Yi and others hate these traitors in their hearts, at this moment, looking at the back of the boy walking towards the lake, their eyes are full of awe.

A middle-aged man in his forties, dressed as a scribe, looks a little like a Xia man, which is obviously different from the appearance of grassland people. Other knights also show great respect for him.

He went to Princess Nai and whispered, "we must keep this man!"

"He is related to the success or failure of our recapture of the court!"

"If he is willing to help us, our winning rate will increase by 30!"

"Maybe elder Haoyue will send troops to help us because of this!"

Princess Nai nodded. There was still a shocking color in her star eyes and nodded, "but his skill... Now, why should we keep others?"

The middle-aged scholar glanced at Na Yi, thought for a while, and then said, "I think this young man has a full sense of justice, otherwise he will never help us."

"I'll try it first, and then see... What does he want!" The middle-aged man said, glancing at Na Yi again, and stopped talking.

Na Yi glanced at the boy who had come to the lake over there, and then whispered, "Uncle Pang, if you have anything to say, now that my father and mother are gone, brother Jin and brother Yin have taken refuge in Daqi. Although I am the princess of the royal court, now... If it weren't for you... What would I be? I'm afraid I'd have been taken away long ago and given to the villains of Daqi."

The middle-aged scholar nodded and whispered, "it's easy for the princess to ask him for temporary protection. I believe that with my mouth, I should be able to persuade him."

"But if the princess wants long-term protection, then..."

Na Yi's pale face flashed a blush, and she said shyly, "will you marry him?"

The guards beside Na Yi all showed embarrassment on their faces and seemed to be a little angry. But then, they all sighed decadent and looked away as if they hadn't heard.

The princess like a goddess in their eyes is no longer the Pearl on the grassland in the past.

Although they don't want to admit it in their hearts, they have to admit that their princess has now become a homeless duckweed. This time, he hurriedly escaped from the king's court and went to elder Haoyue. Isn't it because he wants to ask elder Haoyue to protect their little prince with the mentality of marrying elder Haoyue's son?

Everyone knows it in their hearts, but they just don't want to say it.

The middle-aged scholar smiled bitterly and whispered, "I think this young man is very unusual. Although he is shabby, he has a touch of dignity in his eyebrows. He doesn't look like a child of an ordinary family. Plus his skill, he is likely to come from a big sect."

"If we can really make him moved and stay on the grassland to help us, maybe we can really come back from the dead!"

Nai sighed gently, and a touch of loneliness flashed across the girl's delicate face. She closed her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. She said softly, "Uncle Pang is in charge of everything. As long as you can bring the grassland king back to life, let Nai do anything!"

The middle-aged scholar took a pity look at Nai, the Pearl on the grassland, which he grew up watching. Although there was no kinship, he had already treated it as his own daughter. If there were other ways, how would he be willing to make such a bad decision?

In contrast, this teenager must be much better than elder Haoyue's useless sons!

But in this way, elder Haoyue is afraid to think of a new way. The old fox, trying to impress him, was not so easy.

The middle-aged scholar thought in his heart and walked slowly towards the lake.

Chu Mo came to the lake and jumped down without taking off his clothes.

The cold water of the lake made his mind extremely clear.

Quickly wash away those blood stains on your body, and then think to yourself in your heart: that woman seems to be the princess of the grassland court. How can a princess be chased like a homeless dog?

"That golza said that the eldest prince and the second prince have taken refuge in Daqi. Should it be the golden brother and the silver brother?"

"So it seems that great changes have taken place in the grassland King court."

"Even their princess had to run for her life."

"If so, it should not be difficult for me to stay here for a while and get through with them!"

Chu Mo thought in his heart, and then heard a burst of footsteps. He looked up in the lake and saw a middle-aged man in his forties, coming to the lake with a new suit of clothes and smiling at him.

"Little hero, thanks to you just now, you saved us. Otherwise, I'm afraid we won't see the sun tomorrow."

"Are you from Daxia?" Chu Mo looked at the middle-aged scholar and asked curiously.

The middle-aged scribe was slightly stunned. In the depths of his eyes, a flash of vigilance flashed, but he smiled and asked, "how do you know?"

"Don't worry, I don't know you." Chu Mo said, "I judged it from your accent and appearance."

"So!" The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "what? Little brother, are you also from Daxia?"

Chu Mo smiled, "I lived in summer!"

"I see!" The middle-aged did not doubt Chu Mo's words. How could such a young boy, with such skills, grow up in the secular world?

So he took it for granted that this teenager should have been born in the summer, and then brought into the sect to practice. Now he should be walking down the mountain, or he should have graduated.

As for why I don't want to admit that I'm from Daxia directly, this is also very simple.

Middle aged people have come into contact with disciples from some sects. They regard secular people as mortals, and few are willing to admit that they came out of the secular world.

"I think the little brother should not have changed his clothes. Here is a new suit, but it may not fit well. I'll find a famous tailor to make more sets for the little brother later!" The middle-aged man looked at Chu Mo with an attentive smile.

Chu Mo was also thinking about how to walk with these people. Seeing this, he naturally wouldn't refuse and took over the clothes. It's really a little big, but it's better than the previous ragged clothes.

While Chu Mo hid in the grass and changed his clothes, the middle-aged man chatted with him.

"I Pang Zhongyuan, whose ancestral home is Daxia, came to this grassland for 15 years and have been working in the king's court. I wonder if I can know your name, little brother?" The middle-aged scholar asked politely, and did not regard Chu Mo as a teenager who was not familiar with the world.

Whose teenage boy dares to face dozens of powerful knights?

Chu Mo thought for a moment and said, "my name is Lin Bai. I studied martial arts in a sect. Now I'm walking down the mountain."

The answer is very simple, but it completely eliminates Pang Zhongyuan's doubts.

Because it was the boy named Lin Bai who saved them!

I'm afraid it's easy to kill them because of their strength.

And now that they have become homeless dogs, what else is worth plotting?

"It's brother Lin Bai. I don't know what tasks my brother will perform when he goes down the mountain this time?" Pang Zhongyuan asked carefully, those disciples of big sects, walking into the secular world, almost all with tasks.

Chu Mo also changed his clothes at this time, walked out of the grass and said, "there is no important task, just experience!"

The middle-aged man was happy, and then saw Chu Mo, who had changed his clothes, immediately praised him in his heart: what a handsome boy with red lips, white teeth and sword eyebrows!