Facing Yu Wenhao's questioning, Murong Chui couldn't help but suffocate slightly, and said with an uneasy expression: "You know the way, Hao'er, there are a lot of bad people who came up tonight, your parents need to be responsible for command and dispatch, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to take care of you, so I asked me to do it for you, just wait for us to repel the vicious dogs under Liu Yu, and we can meet your father and mother......"

Yu Wenhao was about to say something, but outside the door, a gloomy voice had floated in: "Murong Chui, you think very beautifully, meet?" Who to meet? Yu Wenhao, this little animal, don't want to face Yu Wenbo and his two in-laws for the rest of his life! ”

Murong Chui got up, and without waiting for Yu Wenhao, the child, to say anything, he had already hugged his small body into his arms, and quickly buttoned the leather pocket on his chest, and said in the child's ear: "Don't be afraid, Hao'er, as long as you cling to your uncle, your uncle will quickly send them away......"

Yu Wenhao nodded wordlessly, although the child is more sensible than ordinary children of the same age, he is still a child in the end, the expression on his face has shown palpitations, Murong Chui looked at it in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel sour in his heart - what kind of sin is this? At a young age, he has to suffer such a deserved torture!

Taking advantage of the darkness in the herdsman's house, Murong Chui quietly hid to the side of the door, and in the faint starlight, he saw six or seven people shaking outside, six or seven people dressed in Golden Horde warrior costumes.

The principle of action of the Golden Horde was mostly a team of ten people, and now, judging by the number of people outside the house, there was probably only one team, and the skill of its leader, the Ten Commanders, would not exceed the innate rank at most.

Murong Chui relieved his mind slightly, he knew what the strength of the enemy's formation was, and there were only one or two of each ten-person squad who really got on the table, unless it was specially arranged and their backbone was sent to participate. With the strength of a ten-person team alone, he is confident that he can settle them all.

The situation in front of him is extremely obvious, the "Golden Horde" must have sent a large number of chasing horses to search for him, because the "White Camel Mountain" is vast and the terrain is complex, the search for people and horses will inevitably be scattered, otherwise, in terms of common sense, the "Golden Horde" will never dare to search for him, the congenital peak master, with only a team of ten people!

Outside the door, the original gloomy voice sounded again. It was like a demonic wind drifting in: "Murong Chui, in the rebel camp of the 'White Camel Villa', you are the person who sits in the second position, and when it comes to the name of the 'Wind Splashing Knife', everyone in the Mengjiang cultivation world knows that Lu Dao is a ruthless general." What's the matter, now that you're a ruthless general, you've turned into a turtle with a shrunken head? Not only do people not come out. Don't even dare to put a fart? ”

Murong Chui was close to the side of the door. A hoarse voice spoke: "What is your identity in the Golden Horde?" ”

The man smiled coldly, and seemed to take a few steps closer: "I'm not a big person, I'm just the 'Captain of Ten' Batel in front of the Chizali Centurion Seat......"

At this time, Murong Chui had already flashed to the other side of the door, and he was estimating what method should be adopted in this fight to achieve the goal of a quick victory. Time is an extremely important factor for him.

Suddenly, there was a very slight sound coming from the back of the house, like a cat tiptoeing. It is like falling leaves, and if you don't pay attention, it's easy to ignore the past. But Murong Chui is not a person who is easy to ignore any subtleties, especially in the current situation, it is even more impossible for him to ignore every thing that should not be ignored!

As he expected, as if hiding the voice behind the room, the ten-captain who called himself "Battle" spoke again: "Murong Chui, I look at you on weekdays, and your spirit is vivid, but I never imagined that you are a fake wreck!" Do you think this broken wooden house is an impregnable wall, which can protect you and Yu Wenbo's evil seeds? If you don't show up again, I'll burn this place down?! ”

A touch of cold sword slashed at Murong Trai's back in the voice of Battell's voice outside, but Murong Chui's face was pressed against the door frame, as if he didn't notice it, when this cold light slashed Murong Trai's back with an extremely fast momentum, what was emitted was not a "poof" sound of a blade entering the flesh, but another strange dull sound, as if it had been cut into some thick wooden block!

Yes, this bright scimitar was cut into a wooden plank, a three-inch thick plank, the wooden board was originally the floor in the house, Murong Chui temporarily pulled it out to block it behind his back, and only held it with the leather strap that wrapped around his shoulders, and the three-inch-thick plank was enough to top the knife of the peak person of the day after tomorrow.

When the sneak attacker noticed that the situation was different, it was too late - Murong Chui's machete pulled out of its skin sheath like lightning, and almost at the same time that the blade was out of the sheath, half of the sneak attacker's head had already flown out diagonally, and death came so quickly that he didn't even give this person a chance to call out at the end!

The blood sprayed on Murong Chui's face was still warm, he didn't even wipe it, his whole body was already covered with layers of blood, there was his own blood, and there were many other people who didn't know who, until now, he was alarmed that the smell of blood was not so unbearable.

The corpse fell on its back five paces away, its limbs spread out, motionless, like a large, mutilated doll. There was no need to identify it in detail, Murong Chui also knew that this person must be one of the Golden Horde warriors under the ten-captain Batel outside.

Outside the herdsman's house, that Bartel was speaking again, but this time he was a little weak-hearted, and between his words, it seemed that he didn't implement it very much: "Murong Chui, Murong Chui, are you still there?" Why are you stuffy and don't speak? ”

Murong Chui raised his head to look at the height of the roof and the position that could be climbed, ignoring the temptation of Battle outside, he jumped up, the person was already on the beam, he gently lifted the tiles, one side turned on the roof, just down, at the corner of the eaves on the left, two heads suddenly appeared.

These two people who climbed onto the roof were also the standard attire of ordinary members of the Golden Horde, and their movements were very careful, as if they were walking on thin ice and approaching the abyss, and they made gestures as slowly as possible to slow down and lighten them as much as possible, for fear of alarming Murong Trai below. But the problem is that Murong Trai is no longer in the house, and he happens to be on the roof, and he happens to be one step ahead of the two of them.

The first Golden Horde slowly crawled along the tile, then waved his hand to his companion on the other side of the eaves, and then carefully pulled away a few stacks of tiles and leaned down to look down.

This person did not find Murong Chui, in fact. Murong Trai was only less than two meters away from him, and due to the situation and oblique angle of the roof, Murong Trai's body was hidden on the higher ridge of the roof, and the ordinary member of the "Golden Horde" was right under his nose.

The man's face just leaned down, and the sharp dagger that Murong Trai pulled out from the boot had already stabbed into this friend's body, Murong Trai was very experienced in using the dagger, and the stabbing part was in the other party's heart, a typical one-knife kill, let alone shouting. Even the struggle is free.

The man was still lying prone on the tile in his original position, and he could see it, as if he was continuing his snooping mission. His partner crawled to the side lightly and asked in a suppressed voice, "Batuu, how is the situation going down there?" Can you see Murong Trai and Ba Gen? ”

His companion did not answer. Of course, the dead man would not answer, but Murong Chui in close proximity could answer: "If the person who sneaked into the house just now and prepared to sneak attack is 'Bagen'." Then I can tell you. He was already dead, dead, but Murong Chui was still alive and jumping onto the roof. ”

This one was stunned for a long time, and suddenly turned his head to look at Murong Trai, but he saw a dagger before he could see Murong Trai's silhouette. The dagger could not have been more appropriately pressed against his throat.

Suddenly shuddered, before this person had time to react, Murong Trai had already coldly taken the words: "Don't shout, don't move." Otherwise you'll die sooner than you think! ”

There was a gurgling sound of phlegm in his throat, and the Golden Horde's horror was evident in his eyes, despite his efforts, and his chin was raised slightly, not daring to make the slightest movement.

Murong Chui leaned closer, counting that he almost touched the other party's forehead, and said in a low but murderous voice: "What I ask you, what do you answer truthfully, in this way, you still have a way to live, if there is half a lie, you will be killed, hear me clearly?" ”

The man nodded hurriedly, his head moved, and the dagger had already cut a shallow blood mark between his head, and the cold blade touched his skin, so that he could not feel the pain of blood, so he quickly returned to his original posture and raised his chin slightly.

Murong said slowly, "How many people are there here?" ”

The one swallowed his saliva and replied dryly, "Ten-...... Ten ...... in total"

Murong lowered his voice and asked, "Who is the one who takes the lead?" ”

The man's tongue curled, and he sounded a little slurred: "Captain Battelle is the leader...... The rest...... It's just a bunch of brothers in the team......"

Murong Chui said stiffly: "Did you send someone back to ask for reinforcements?" ”

The man hesitated for a moment, and said in a trembling voice: "The brother who asked for help has been back for a while......"

The sharp dagger was sent into the heart of the Golden Horde warrior at this time, and Murong Chui's method of killing people with a dagger was really first-class, and this warrior was also the same as his partner, he didn't snort for half a sound, and he was out of breath in an instant.

After the truth was discovered, Murong Chui no longer hesitated, he chose the direction behind the house to sweep down, the mountains and mountains are stacked, and there is a place to stay, even if the pursuers of the "Golden Horde" come, I am afraid that they will only have to stomp their feet.

While rushing towards Yuwen Hao in front of his chest, Murong Chui thought of the "Golden Horde" who was still guarding outside the herdsmen's house, and he suddenly had the urge to laugh, but of course he didn't laugh, because his current mood was not suitable for laughing, and besides, he didn't want the child to think that he was crazy.

After running for a long time, he slowed down, and he estimated that this period of plunder, although it was a detour of the mountain road, he also ran sixty or seventy kilometers, and it was common sense to guess that the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods of the "Golden Horde" should be thrown away.

The eastern sky has been covered with a pale dawn like a fish's belly, and the dawn in the mountains is quite cold, and he can stand up, but the child is a little offended.

Thinking of the child, he couldn't help but lower his head to visit, but found that the child was actually asleep, in the end it was an eight-year-old little doll, unable to withstand such a bumpy displacement, the mind is relatively simple, tired and sleepy, said that sleep can sleep, I hope the child grows up slowly, do not make too many painful memories overflow the child's heart at once, the joy of the child's childhood, no one has the right to deprive it......

At the moment when the tide of thought was fluctuating, on the opposite mountain path, something strange suddenly caught Murong Chui's sight, he quickly settled his mind, gathered his eyes, and next to a boulder on the left side of the mountain path, there were two shadows standing like ghosts, due to the hazy sky, the luminosity was dull. The two shadows seemed to float gently in the air, and they seemed to have an increasingly eerie and eerie smell.

Murong Chui's footsteps did not stop, still maintaining the original pace of moving forward, of course he didn't believe in the legend of the mountain spirit charmer, but the danger of people's hearts, especially demons, during the march, the machete held in his right hand was close to the most suitable position for unsheathing.

The misty dawn fog floated lightly and emptily. In the mist, the two faces gradually became clearer, and they were also staring at Murong Trai who was getting closer and closer, these two faces, Murong Trai had a sense of déjà vu.

When the two sides are close to only a few steps away. The Mongolian man with a scarred face among the two suddenly smiled strangely, and pointed at Murong Chui with his finger. Yin and Yang said strangely: "Yo ho." Early in the morning, I said who had such a good interest in taking the child to the mountain, it turned out to be the second master of our 'White Camel Mountain' Murong Chui, Murong Chui, you are really early! ”

Murong Chui stopped and said coldly; "Who are you?"

Scarface's face twitched. Holding back his anger, he bared his teeth and smiled, and said coldly: "In the end, it is a big man in a big organization, and nobles will inevitably forget a lot of things, and they can't remember our small corners...... Murong Chui. The little ones will reply to you! As for me, my name is Arslen, my guy's name is Su Rigeqing, if you still can't remember, I'll mention another name, maybe it can help you add some impression, 'Iron Riding Club', probably you always have a memory, right? ”

Murong snorted and said expressionlessly: "Three years ago, the 'Iron Cavalry Society', a horse thief organization active on the Russian-Mongolian border, robbed Benshan of a vote of red goods transported back to Mongolia from Russia. ”

Scarface's face became more and more hideous, and Arslen gritted his teeth and said: "It's hard for you to remember, Murong Chui, although the cultivation world pays attention to the respect of the strong, but there is also a rule of 'keeping people in the first line'." We, the 'Iron Riders', didn't know in advance that the batch of red goods without any logo in Ludao belonged to your White Camel Mountain, because of a sentence from Yu Wenbo inside, even if we were unwilling, we would also exchange the red goods that we had received after bloodsheding and working hard to exchange them for you! However, your 'White Camel Mountain' is also too arrogant, not only forced us to go back, but also forced us to send it in a special car, humbly begging for mercy, my brother poured eight lifetimes of evil mold, took that errand, and the humiliation that he had never had in half his life was all suffered in your 'White Camel Villa'! ”

Su Rigeqing also said in a deep voice: "Murong Chui, on that day three years ago, the person who came forward to order the goods in the 'White Camel Villa' was you, I will never forget your arrogant, arrogant and arrogant virtue, calling my brothers around, even drinking and scolding, not only did not give seats, did not give water, and even didn't look at my brother, we are people, not pigs, dogs, and livestock, but how many times have you treated my brother as a human being?" We've been holding back this breath for three years......"

Murong Chui didn't move, and said lightly: "Good patience, if it's me, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it back for a day...... I would like to ask you, what have you been doing in the past three years? The 'White Camel Villa' has never moved, and I, Murong Chui, have not hidden. ”

Su Rigeqing's fleshy face swelled into Chu Chi, he opened his eyes violently, and shouted angrily: "Murong Chui, you don't want to get cheap and sell well, you'White Camel Villa' up and down, relying on the number of people and power, not only rampant in all directions, misbehaving, but also bullying the weak, fish and flesh are the same way, Lao Tzu can't afford to provoke for a while, but they can survive and stand up, Lao Tzu sees you get up from a tall building, see your building collapse, 'Golden Horde Warrior' burns down your mountain gate, slaughter your living people, this is the current world newspaper!" ”

Murong Chui was not annoyed, and said smoothly: "No wonder the two of you have been holding back your anger for three years and accumulating grievances for three years and don't dare to express it a little, but today you suddenly became brave, and you dare to know that something happened to the 'White Camel Villa', and you want to take the opportunity to fall into the well and take advantage of the danger, yes, your timing is good, but your intentions are not enough!" ”

Arsleng interjected viciously and said: "Murong Chui, our brothers were originally going to go to the White Camel Mountain to see if we could fight a few water dogs, but we didn't expect to meet you here and now, this is really immortal and has eyes, God has already arranged the future for you!" ”

Murong said slowly, "I hope you won't be mistaken by God." ”

Arslen said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? ”

Murong Chui smiled: "I'm afraid, God is not arranging my future, but the two of you." ”

Without waiting for Arslen to speak, Su Rigeqing had already opened his teeth and claws and screamed: "Murong Chui, the country has fallen, the general trend has gone, what the hell do you have to sell?" As soon as the 'White Camel Villa' disappears, your good days will pass, and the old men happened to beat you as a water dog today! ”

Murong Chui's machete was slightly sideways to the ventral, his eyes looked up, and his attitude was full of contempt: "The 'White Camel Villa' has indeed suffered a disaster, and it has also suffered damage that has not been seen for more than two hundred years, but this does not mean that the 'White Camel Villa' will disappear and will never recover, as long as the 'White Camel Villa' retains one person, there is hope for a new foundation, as long as the heirs of the 'White Camel Villa' continue to have blood, the former majesty can be revived!" I am alive, and my senior brother Yu Wenbo's son is alive, so I won't allow you bastards to slander the 'White Camel Villa'!" ”

Su Rigeqing yelled: "Do you want to create another foundation, and you want to continue to have bloodline?!" Hey, let's see Lao Tzu come to cut the grass and root out the 'Golden Horde' and cut off your thoughts! ”

"Not bad." Arslen also shouted: "Our brothers and sisters just use the heads of your uncle and nephew as the steps to enter the body, and after the Yuan and Mongolian relics reshuffle the Mongolian cultivation world, they will mix up a good ......position." )