Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

The night was dim, and the starlight elongated, shining on the two people running outside the city wall.

Ran's caravan was trapped on the road that King Linhai had marched through, which was actually south of Chixia City.

Cheng Ling and the scouts didn't have much verbal communication, they just ran fast one after the other.

Then Cheng Ling discovered that this scout should actually be considered a master of light kung fu.

When he was running, it was like a gust of wind was blowing under his feet. Every time he stepped on his toes, the tips of the grass he stepped on were only slightly bent. Bounce up quickly.

The night wind blew past, and the dim starlight fell down. Cheng Ling followed lightly, as if riding a gust of wind.

In Feihong Tayu's qinggong formula, various secrets flowed through her heart.

Breathing up and down, when to be light, when to be heavy, when to sink, when to float... Many tips flow dynamically.

Then, at this moment, Cheng Ling suddenly felt a wonderful feeling that she should follow this wind and belong to this wilderness.

What is Feihong Tayu?

There should be a glimpse, free and easy uninhibited by the world.

Those who are busy in the world of mortals are not Feihong stepping on the rain, but stupid birds flying slowly.

Do you want to be a frightened bird, or a stupid bird?

Cheng Ling found that, of course, her heart yearns for a wonderful life beyond the mundane world. But most of the time when people are in the world, they still have to flap their wings like a stupid bird and move forward slowly.

If she realized something, her steps would become lighter and more mature without knowing it.

Even, she can easily overtake the scouts in front with only using very little energy.

Of course, Cheng Ling didn't do this.

Without being provoked, Cheng Ling is actually a very humble person.

Later, I don't know how long it took, about two quarters of an hour, suddenly, the route ahead changed.

The scouts began to enter the mountain!

He finally whispered to Cheng Ling: "Mr. Please follow me. This mountain is steep. We have to climb over the mountain to the valley on the other side."

Cheng Ling replied: "Okay."

Immediately, the scout in front suddenly jumped up like an ape.

Although the cliff ahead is not as good as the Pingming Mountain that Cheng Ling once climbed, the slope is also very dangerous. There are occasional low trees on the cliffs, or some concave and convex stones for people to borrow.

The scout took advantage of these points of strength to climb up quickly.

Cheng Ling followed closely behind, keeping a certain distance and following closely. If the scout is fast, her speed will be fast, if the scout is slow, her speed will be slow.

After touching the incense for about a stick of incense, when the scout finally climbed to the top of the mountain, he turned his head and saw Cheng Ling also lightly leaping up the path on the top of the mountain.

The scout suddenly exhaled lightly. At this moment, the way he looked at Cheng Ling finally changed.

During this climb, the true energy in his body was almost exhausted, and his back was already drenched with sweat, but Cheng Ling, who followed closely behind him, could only see that his breathing was steady, and his expression remained unchanged——

Not to mention sweating from fatigue, even her sideburns are not messed up in the slightest!

This is Cheng Ling's progress. In the eyes of the scouts, they only think that she is very capable and very powerful.

The scout blurted out, "Is Mr. Lang a disciple of the Southern School?"

Cheng Ling's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained calm, and he only said, "Are you a disciple of the Northern School?"

In fact, how does Cheng Ling know what the Southern School and the Northern School are? Even the theory of "Northern faction" was just fabricated by her, she just wanted to defraud the person in front of her.

Cheng Ling found that this scout was not an easy one, and he didn't know how Ran Wenji recruited such a character.

But seeing this person's face suddenly froze, and then he said coyly: "Your southern sect is good at light kung fu with concealed weapons, our northern sect is good at fist, kick and saber technique. When we met today, the light kung fu of southern sect disciples is really extraordinary."

The implication is that you are comparing your strengths with my weaknesses, so you seem calmer than me, that's nothing.

From here, Cheng Ling could see the scout's character, he was very competitive!

Interestingly, there really is a Northern faction in this world.

Cheng Ling then said: "Your Excellency, as a disciple of the northern faction, is good at boxing, kicking and swordsmanship, but you can still serve as a scout in the Ran's caravan. I admire you!"

Is this a boast?

Whether it's a compliment or a satire, it depends on how the listener listens.

The scout heard the praise, his expression softened slightly, and he said: "I heard that Mr. Lang successfully assassinated the King of Linhai in the midst of the Wanjun, and this time when he entered the valley, should he also assassinate the leader of the thief first?"

While talking, he finally had enough rest, turned in one direction, and started down the mountain from the other side.

Cheng Ling followed him closely, and then the scout started talking more.

After he asked Cheng Ling if he was going to assassinate, he immediately began to talk about some specific situations in the valley.

Cheng Ling asked the scout's name, and he also replied: "The rogue, begging for a bite of food under Ran's hands, I won't mention my previous name. It's good for you to call me Xiao Wu."

When he was speaking, the starlight shone on his cheeks, and Cheng Ling realized that he was born very young. It was the light whiskers on his lips that concealed his actual age and made him look a bit more aged.

Xiao Wu told Cheng Ling again about the terrain ahead in detail, and while talking, the two quickly descended the mountain.

In the mountains, two light figures jumped up and down in the night, sometimes startling small forest animals. In the distance, further into the mountains, there seemed to be a faint howling of wolves, and Xiao Wu's movements gradually became a little more anxious.

He also said: "Uncle Ming has already lit the torch, and he is ready to die with the bandit army at any time. Mr. Cheng Lang, I really didn't expect that the boss didn't ask the government, but he only invited you to rescue him." people."

Speaking of this, there was obviously more resentment and depression in his voice.

Perhaps this was the reason why he had been refusing to talk to Cheng Ling before?

Cheng Ling understood a little bit, she said: "Do you think that your boss only invites me, and you don't care about your lives?"

is that so?

Actually it is!

Merchants value profits, and Ran Wenji did not invite the government but only invited Cheng Ling. It is clear that he only considered the existence of supplies, and did not consider the safety of the caravan at all!

Xiao Wu sneered, but didn't answer this time.

Cheng Ling was also silent for a moment.

After a while, I suddenly saw a spark lit up in the depths of the mountain below.

Oh, it wasn't that the fire suddenly lit up, but because they had walked a distance, and at this angle, they could finally see the fire at the bottom of the valley below.

They could even vaguely hear the voices coming from below.

A voice shouted: "Brothers, burn these beasts to death, and die with them! In our hometown, how many good people have been torn and eaten by these guys, our food, even if it is burned, it will not be fed to the dogs!"

There was even more commotion. In the chaos, someone seemed to be yelling: "Rush in, don't wait! They can't burn that fast, how many points can be grabbed, rush!"