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Xishan, in the dense forest on the back side.
Only a small half of the people in the Wanqing courtyard were willing to leave together, and the rest went down the mountain silently.
Wan Ling put medicine on her back, endured the pain, and sadly looked at some people who had left.
The entire Wanqingmen, no matter how bad it was, had dozens or even hundreds of people. And now, there are only a dozen or so that are willing to stay.
? Even Yao Hansheng
"Sorry, Master, I" Yao Hansheng is indeed a loyal person, but he still has family members in Xuanjing City. And wives and children. No matter how righteous he is to Yuntian, it is impossible to escape with the Wanqingmen after all
"You have to think about it. If you don't leave with us now, in case the Chijing army finds you." Wan Ling whispered.
"Think about it, I can't give up my family, my son is only five years old" Yao Hansheng bowed his head and said guiltily. Even if he surrendered and was taken to join the army, he would admit it.
Like him, there are many others. This is the tragedy of sect.
When they prospered, relying on the personal network of these local middle-level disciples, they could form a power group like a spider, intertwined and intertwined.
But once a higher level of suppression is encountered.
These network contacts will instead become their constraints.
Let it fall apart overnight.
"I understand." Wan Ling's hand in the long sleeve was lightly clenched, but then released weakly.
She involuntarily looked at Wei He who was silent at the side.
The scene in the forest before could not help reappearing before her eyes.
"Sorry." Yao Hansheng clasped his fists in the end, and bowed to the others around him.
He looked at Wan Ling, hesitated again and again, and finally took his luggage and went down the mountain.
"Sorry, Master."
"We will never spread the skill of covering rain and gathering clouds."
"Master, take care."
After a while of silence, Yao Hansheng took the lead. One by one, the disciples of the inner court, the warriors of the three bloods, also began to leave sadly one after another.
At this point, if you don't want to implicate your family, the only way is to surrender.
They are all children of local families, and they will not encounter trouble in surrendering, at most they will face some punishment.
For three-blood fighters like them, the main punishment is exile.
A large number of three-blood masters in the army, many of them came from this way.
Although they don't have much actual combat experience in moves, but the state of Qi and blood is there, as long as they practice hard and spend some time learning and cooperating, they can also become usable combat power.
The night wind was blowing, and most of the people in the woods disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Only Wan Ling, Wei He, and Wan Qingqing, who had passed out, were left behind.
The rest are old disciples of the inner court, or their family members are gone, or they are orphans.
Only such a careless person dares to advance and retreat with Wanqingmen calmly.
There are a total of twelve people left. There were ten women and two men, and five of them were over forty.
The twelve people were still practicing martial arts, and when they suddenly heard that Wanqingmen was targeted and killed by the Chijing army, they were equally terrified, but they were already helpless, and Wanqingmen was their home.
There is nowhere to go, but to stay. This is the situation of the remaining twelve people at this time.
All of them panicked and panicked, all focused on Wan Ling, the head of the hospital. Wait for her orders.
"Head of the hospital, what should we do now? Where are we going to withdraw?" Among the remaining people, a woman with the highest cultivation level asked in a low voice.
The woman's long hair was tied into a ponytail, her eyes were sharp, and there was a scar at the corner of her eyes. Although her appearance was not beautiful, she gave off a vicious and aggressive impression.
This person's surname is Pan Mingrui, and he is over fifty years old. He is the strongest and oldest of the remaining people.
Everyone usually calls her Sister Rui. When the elders in the inner courtyard encountered any disputes, they often liked to ask her for mediation. So this person's prestige is not bad.
Her speech at this time represented to a certain extent the aspirations of all the disciples present.
"II" Wan Ling was also at a loss.
Chi Jingjun's movements were too sudden. Suddenly she was not ready for anything at all.
"Master, I have a place to go." Wei He suddenly said from the side.
"Where are you going?" Wan Ling was taken aback, and quickly looked at him.
I don't know why, ever since she saw Wei He poisoning You Muxuan and a large number of soldiers, she became inexplicably dependent on him.
Although come back??¡±
In the rear, Zhou Xingtong and a group of elites from the Golden Punishment Department of the Chijing Army stood in the dark and listened quietly.
"Can you stop it?" an adjutant asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, their speed depends on the weakest third blood, and they also carry a lot of luggage. We will pursue them with a small number of elite experts, and we should be able to catch up before entering the Black House Mountain." The man said quickly.
"My lord" The adjutant wanted to speak, but Zhou Xingtong stopped him by raising his hand.
"You are too slow, I will intercept people first."
He looked up at the crescent moon in the middle of the night.
"It's been a long time since this time killed people. Poison master? Hey."
He casually threw the steel whip to his deputy, and took off his armor, helmet, arm guards, and leg guards.
Wearing only a gray suit, he moved his body.
"My lord, isn't it a bit too risky?" The adjutant hesitated.
"It's okay. Do you think I haven't encountered a rebel army's master poisoner on the battlefield?" Zhou Xingtong sneered. "Okay, get ready for a quick march. They can't run!"
He is bare-handed, arched, and stooped.
Boom! !
Two small craters exploded on the ground, and people turned into sharp arrows and charged into the distant night forest.
Under the hazy light and shadow, the person turned into a phantom in a blink of an eye and disappeared.
His speed at this time was actually much faster than when he singled out Tianyin Jiuzi before.
In the dense forest, the fog gradually filled.
The tall and straight trees loomed in the white mist and turned into pitch black.
The fog seemed to be glowing with light, pure white light, and the trees had turned into some horrible, eerie black shadows.
The leaves with dewdrops on the ground reflect a faint white light, and at first glance, it seems to be covered with a carpet of white light spots.
The closer you get to Heiwu Mountain, the more mysterious the scene in the forest becomes.
Poof!
Wei He stopped abruptly and looked back with squinted eyes.
Behind the dark woods mixed with white mist, I couldn't see anything.
"What's the matter?" Pan Rui followed closely, and immediately stopped to ask.
She stopped, and all the remaining disciples of Wanqing Sect behind her stopped.
In the end, Wan Ling, who was carrying Wan Qingqing on her back, also focused her eyes, sensing something and turning her head to look back.
"Someone is chasing, and the speed is not slow." Wan Ling said in a deep voice.
"I will stay and deal with the chasing soldiers, and you continue to move forward. Remember, don't let go of the medicine pill under your tongue."
Wei He turned around and walked back.
"Let's go together!" Wan Ling said anxiously. "I've come here, there are poisonous barriers everywhere, is it possible that the person behind dares to continue?"
Wei He got down on the ground and listened to the ground.
"He didn't stop, his footsteps were heavy, and there was only one person. You go first, and I will catch up after I finish it."
"But" Wan Ling wanted to say something else.
"No but." Wei He squinted at her.
Wan Ling was silent for a while.
"Okay, you must be careful! We don't have you to lead the way, and it is difficult to settle down in the Black House Mountain."
"Don't worry." Wei He stood up, took out a pair of white silk gloves from his pocket, and put them on lightly.
The somewhat abnormal conversation between the two made Pan Rui and the others look weird, but it was hard to say anything at this time. I can only endure it.
Obviously, something may have happened before that caused the head of the hospital to give priority to Wei He's opinion.
"Let's go!" Wan Ling also made a decisive decision. Those who can cultivate to the limit of bone forging will definitely not be mediocre.
She knew that continuing to stay, with her seriously injured body, Wan Qingqing in a coma, and a vote of three bloods, was simply Wei He's drag.
Therefore, it is the correct way to leave quickly at this time.
The group of people quickly flew into the depths of the dense forest and disappeared into the mist.
Leaving Wei He alone, he moved his fingers, looked calm, and walked in the opposite direction.
Since there is only one person, there is no need to hide anything.
Now that things are up to now, it doesn't really matter whether you hide your cultivation or not. After this time, Wanqingmen will definitely become a wanted criminal.
So no matter what, just pursue the maximum gain.
There is only one reason why Chi Jingjun dared to catch up.
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