Chapter 212： Pack

The soldiers responded in unison and spread out in a carpet-like search from the inside to the outside.

Qi Haoran looked down at the traces on the ground. There are indeed traces of fighting here, but it is only in this one. The strange thing is that it is gone after this one.

Baili also thought it was very strange, so he followed the traces to check.

Qi Haoran looked at the person whose chin was slashed on the ground, and then looked at the limited trace, and suddenly realized something. Before he could call someone, a figure shot at him, and Qi Haoran only had time to roll on the spot to hide. After opening her attack, he heard the sound of the dagger breaking through the air before he raised his head to see the figure. Qi Haoran instinctively stretched out his hand and his arm hurt. He kicked out and looked at the assassin.

When he saw that it was Mu Yangling, he was stunned for a moment, but his movements slowed for a moment.

Mu Yangling's dagger was already coming straight towards his neck, Qi Haoran froze, and flew towards Mu Yangling's hand holding the knife...

At the moment when Mu Yangling appeared, Baili was about to draw his sword, but when he saw that it was Mu Yangling, he was stunned for a moment, but this time, Mu Yangling's dagger slashed directly on Qi Haoran. And he also saw that Mu Yangling was using the uncut side of the dagger, and he kept his strength. Otherwise, with Mu Yangling's strength, even if it was an uncut dagger, Qi Haoran's hand would be able to use it. fly out.

Thinking of the game of attack and defense that these two liked to play, Baili vaguely understood something. He twitched the corners of his mouth and stood aside with the sword supported, but his eyes were fixed on the two of them, even if he trusted Mu Yangling in his heart. , Baili is still very alert, just rushing up when something goes wrong.

This drill of assassination and escape ended with both sides injured. Not only did Qi Haoran see blood on his body, but even Mu Yangling was slapped by Qi Haoran, with blood on the corner of his mouth.

Although she was injured, Mu Yangling's eyes were brighter than ever. She seemed to have found the feeling of training back then. She sat cross-legged opposite Qi Haoran and asked, "How is this strength?"

Qi Haoran nodded, "It hurts enough, it can hurt the flesh, but not the bones." Qi Haoran glanced at her chest worriedly, "The palm I slapped you just now used 70% of your internal strength, are you alright? ?" He thought that the most he could dodge was to swipe at her.

Mu Yangling shook his head, "It's alright," Wei Wei sighed and said, "It's still a matter of Qinggong, you move too fast, I can't dodge at all, if I can also learn Qinggong, just a little step, people will fall back, most of them are just because of you The strength swept."

Mu Yangling touched his stomach and said, "I've been practicing for so long, and I haven't even seen the shadow of my inner strength. Did you give me too much mentality?"

Qi Haoran rolled his eyes and said, "That's from my uncle's house. My cousin and the others practice this set, but they all started learning when they were five years old. You are ten years old now, and your qualifications are almost nothing."

Mu Yanglinghu looked at him, and Qi Haoran said: "If you stick to it, if you can't do it for two months, you can practice for two years. As long as you have a sense of qi, it will be much easier later. With your body, you don't need to. How much internal strength, as long as two or three achievements of others are enough for you to dodge."

Mu Yangling snorted, and felt that this kind of persistence without seeing return was really torturous, but Mu Yangling didn't want to be too frustrated because Qi Haoran was used to it. He thought that two years would be two years, anyway, now There are no recreational activities, except for work and reading. In the future, as long as she has free time, she will sit cross-legged and meditate. She doesn't believe it, she can't practice inner strength.

Mu Yangling gritted his teeth as he thought about it. Baili had already recalled all the soldiers there, and all six people on the ground had been carried away. The dead were piled up in a carriage, and the alive were brought back for interrogation.

Seeing that the two of them were still sitting on the ground, they came over and gave Mu Yangling a bottle and said, "Miss Mu, I see that you have suffered an internal injury. This is our usual medicine for healing. Give it to you."

Mu Yangling took it and said, "Thank you."

Mu Yangling got up and patted Qi Haoran's shoulder. Seeing that he was baring his teeth in pain, he smiled and said, "Go back and deal with your wounds. By the way, those people are Hu people."

Qi Haoran's eyes froze, "Hu people? Are there details of Hu people in Mingshui County?"

"It should be, otherwise how could they know about the corn so quickly?" Only this matter would make them find Mu Yangling.

Otherwise, Mu Yangling doesn't know what else she has to worry about.

Mu Yangling wiped off the blood from the corners of his mouth, and tidied up his messy clothes. He was about to go out. Qi Haoran suddenly grabbed her and said, "You should go out lying down."

"What?" Mu Yangling asked with wide eyes.

Mu Yangling was finally carried back by the two soldiers while lying on a stretcher. His eyes were closed the whole time, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth that Qi Haoran had smeared with the blood he had beaten from his arm. In addition, Qi Haoran also used a handful of grass clippings. After rubbing her hair, Mu Yangling looked like she was about to die.

Mu Yangling was carried back to Mu's house, and the soldiers left a message, "If the little general will help your family get justice, he will leave."

Seeing Mu Yangling like this, Shu Wanniang and her aunt felt that the sky was about to fall. Shu Wanniang shivered and touched her daughter's breath. Seeing that she was still breathing, her heartstrings loosened, and they said in a panic, "I, I'll go ask the doctor. "

Xiuhong and Xiulan knelt beside Mu Yangling and cried bitterly, Shu Wanniang stood up and stumbled, and was about to run out, when her hand was suddenly caught, Shu Wanniang thought she was caught by her aunt, and said with red eyes: "I want Go and ask a doctor for Arling..."

The aunt who was wiping tears was the first to come back to her senses, and she saw Mu Yangling lying on the stretcher along her arm. Mu Yangling opened one eye and gave her aunt a wink. The aunt was not sad anymore, and she slapped it. Shu Wanniang knelt down in front of Mu Yangling and cried, "My nephew and granddaughter, why are you so miserable?"

Mu Yangling opened his eyes and whispered, "Auntie, cry out for the little general, cry for injustice, all the corn in our family was taken by the little general, and there is nothing at home."

Shu Wanniang and Xiuhong Xiulan stared blankly at Mu Yangling, who seemed to have nothing to do, and her aunt who was crying so hard.

My aunt was already sitting on the ground, smashing the floor and crying loudly: "Little General is going to be the master of our Mu family, it was you who let our family's A Ling plant the corn. When this thing came out, our family ate two of them. Pause, until the harvest, there is not a single grain left at home, so where can we get these things for you..." When my aunt saw that she was the only one crying in the room, she directly twisted Xiuhong and Xiulan.

Xiulan cried out in pain, but Xiuhong came back to her senses and cried out, "Cousin, wake up, what will we do if you die——"

Mu Yangling twitched the corners of his mouth and lay down on the stretcher again, his hands hanging on his sides, as if he had fainted again.

At this time, Shu Wanniang also knew that her daughter was pretending. She couldn't learn how to cry from her aunt and Xiuhong, so she could only sit on the ground and wipe her tears with a veil, which seemed more real to outsiders.