He clearly remembered that on the day he buried his father, as now, there was a wind blowing softly, and a leaf falling gently.

The fallen leaves blown by the wind are like butterflies flying in the sky, blowing from one side of the mountain to the other side of the mountain, and then, constantly whirling in the mountain stream.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves interrupted his thoughts.

He sighed, and then, holding tightly the black sword in his left side, as if grasping his father's strong, broad palms.

A fast horse suddenly appeared on the ancient road, deta, de, de, de...... The sound of horses' hooves, like drums, broke the silence of the setting sun, like a ripple on the calm water.

The weather at the end of autumn, although there is a hint of coolness, is very dry.

The ancient road had not rained for a long time, the road surface was loose and dry, and the dust was raised one after another under the trampling of the trotting hooves of the galloping horses.

The dust covered the sky and the sun, filling the entire autumn sky and fields, and there was no shadow of people to be seen, only the sound of horses' hooves could be heard.

Although Li Cunxiao can't see it, he can hear that this is a horse with good foot strength.

It was indeed a good horse, and after a long gallop, it was still tired, and was still flying swiftly towards it like a burning arrow.

The horse's steps were as rapid as raindrops, and there was no sense of rhythm.

Obviously, the knight on the horse was running very fast, so he kept waving the whip in his hand and slamming it down at the horse's belly, making the horse run very rhythmlessly, like a stormy summer afternoon.

If he had galloped so hard, it would probably not have taken him a cup of tea, and the horse would have lost all his strength and fell to the ground.

At this moment, there were already large clumps of white foam gushing out of the horse's nose and mouth.

The people on the horse seem to have sensed this, too.

Looking at the sweaty and trembling horse under his crotch, he frowned slightly, as if he couldn't bear it, so he suddenly stopped the whip in his hand, and pulled the reins a little, and the sound of the horse's hooves gradually slowed down.

The horse's hooves slowed down, and the dust began to slowly disperse, and then, gradually, the face of the rider on the horse was revealed.

Although this man's face was covered with dust, now, when he was washed by the sweat that came out, as a result, a few white marks were revealed.

Obviously, it was a woman's face.

The woman reined in her horse, let out a long breath, wiped her sweat with her sleeve, and then, looking behind her, she saw the three horses behind her chasing after her, galloping.

The dust raised in front had not yet cleared, and the horses' hooves behind them had raised a burst of even greater dust.

Soon, the three horses in the back were getting closer and closer to the one in front, and even the neighing of the horses and the rough snorting from the long run could be heard.

The woman's face changed slightly, then she gritted her silver teeth, raised the whip again, and struck the horse's back a few times, and then, with a hard clamp between her legs, the horse under her crotch immediately let out a long neighing sound of "boom and boom" and rushed forward.

At the moment, although exhausted, the speed is still amazingly fast.

It is an ancient road, not very wide and bumpy.

On both sides are dense clumps of fir, with tall and upright branches stretching infinitely to the pale blue sky, and under the fir trees are all over the thorns, covering the sky endlessly.

And Li Cunxiao is lying in the middle of this ancient road at the moment, under the fir, his sturdy and solid torso is like a javelin across the not too wide road.

His face was so pale, lonely, desolate, like a piece of paper that had been stretched out, and like a leaf that had just withered, lifeless, expressionless, even the blood in his veins was congealed, and his whole body, as if only the hand holding the sword was alive.

His ears twitched suddenly, and then, hearing the hurried hooves of the horses getting nearer and louder, and more and more alarming, but his eyes were still tightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep, and as if he were thinking about the past, and there was no expression on his pale face, only an even, rhythmic breathing.

Fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps, twenty steps...... The sound of the horse's hooves was getting closer and closer, but his heart was still like a calm lake, motionless, just silently counting the sound of the horse's hooves in his heart, as if guessing what kind of horse, red horse, black horse, or white horse should be making such a rapid sound of horses' hooves?

His heart was like a pool of stagnant water.

He seemed to be imagining these red, black, or white horses trampling the water, and suddenly splashing brilliant droplets, throwing them into the air, and suddenly flying away.

The drops of water were like countless beautiful and unscented flowers, and they were rushing towards him, encircling him, drowning him, and lifting him high.

At a time when his hands could almost pick the moon, which was colder than ice, suddenly the crooked moon turned into a beautiful blade and cut his fingers.

The blood was slowly pouring down, and before he could feel any pain, the splash under his body suddenly dissipated, and he was slammed to the ground again.

He still didn't open his eyes, just savored the dream just now, and suddenly heard a silvery bell-like voice: Don't die boy, don't get out of the way.

The woman on the horse, her eyes were so wide and round, and her clear eyes were almost like a waterfall in the mountains.

The woman with the big beautiful eyes clutched the reins tightly in her left hand and a black leather whip in her right hand.

The black leather whip, the red horse, and the woman in white are three dazzling colors that are dazzling together.

However, due to Li Cunxiao's obstruction, she had to restrain the horse and yell at him, because the horse suddenly stood up, and almost didn't take her off from it.

Looking at her angry and angry appearance, Li Cunxiao's voice was still calm, but it was more lonely than his expression, lazily opened his eyes, looked at the woman on the horse, and said lightly: You go your way, I sleep on my sleep, why do you wake me up?

The woman's face was flushed with anger.

She really couldn't understand that there were such unreasonable people in the world.

If she hadn't reined in the horse at the last moment, the horse's hooves would have trampled him into a puddle of mud by now.

However, not only did he not appreciate it, but he still had to say such unreasonable things, how could you not make her angry?

She was almost angry.

If it weren't for the pursuers behind her, I'm afraid she would have jumped down to reason with him.

She thought he was blind, deaf, unable to see or hear anything, so he had to lie in the middle of the road like a dead man.

However, I didn't expect that this kid was neither blind nor deaf, and he was very unreasonable, and he would say such an unreasonable sentence.

One of her faces was flushed with anger, red like a peach blossom and like a maple leaf.

She suddenly raised her whip high, making it look like she was about to cut it off, and then, with a sneer, said sharply: You stinky boy, if I knew that you were so deadly, then I should have trampled you to death just now, so as not to annoy my aunt and grandmother, get out, get out of the way.