The torches were brightly lit, and Mu Qingshan's ranking was broken. The people in this village were obviously bandits in disguise.
Lin Luoran didn't show up in the carriage, and the thieves headed by the fake village chief didn't expect that there was backup in the carriage. As Mu Qingshan said, the level of medicine in Penglai country is low, and things like Ruanjin powder are really rare, especially because they are colorless and tasteless.
The medicinal powder was sprinkled on the ground, and the members of the Mu family caravan inhaled a lot of it as soon as they walked around the village, and some of it fell into the food and drink, even in the hot water Mu Qingshan bathed in.
It doesn't make sense, the people hiding in the carriage will be fine.
Thinking of this, the false village chief felt relieved, laughed and said: "Little lady, don't bluff like this, are you soft-handed and soft-footed now, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Let your elder brother cherish you."
The villagers burst into laughter, the fake village chief was no longer old-fashioned, and under the wig was a strong middle-aged man, laughing forward and backward, there was the soft sobbing of Miss Mu in the room over there, and those who were smiling and doing things quickly The women who eat rice turn out to be thugs with strong hands. They wash rice and cook quickly, and they are not lenient when they tie people up.
It is inevitable for a villain to be wild when he succeeds, and when there is clear applause on the face of the false village head, most of the thieves are inspecting and accepting the heavy crossbow escorted by Mu's convoy.
Only the car curtain moved without wind. Was it the woman who made the move
Suddenly the voice sounded, the fake village chief's face was swollen as high as a steamed bun, bright red and swollen, and there were two big teeth in the blood he spit out.
"Marty, don't be ashamed... go!" He covered his face with a vague voice, and motioned his men to surround the carriage.
The heavy crossbow retrieved from Mu's convoy came in handy. More than a dozen people surrounded the carriage. With an order, there was a muffled sound, and the carriage, which might be carrying someone with martial arts skills, instantly turned into a hedgehog.
A woman boldly opened the curtain of the carriage, and the crossbow arrows pierced through the wooden boards of the carriage, so there was no one left
"Shoot that house!"
The fake village head pointed to the room where Mu Feiqiang was, and Mu Qingshan, who was soft-handed and soft-footed and just hopeful, immediately felt his heart tighten.
Since he transported these heavy crossbow-based weapons in a complicated manner, he certainly knew the power.
With such a short distance, the heavy crossbow can penetrate these earthen walls!
Mu Feiqiang is dangerous, even Master Lin may not be able to escape!
Tuk Tuk Tuk - the continuous crossbow arrows shot through the air, and a smile appeared on the fake village head's swollen face, which set off the swollen face with a ferocious look.
...
"I said, the water is cold, how long are you going to stay in the bucket?"
Under the beating oil lamp, Mu Feiqiang's little maid had been knocked out by someone, and two wretched men fell beside the little girl, and it was Lin Luoran who kicked her unconscious just now.
There were tears on Mu Feiqiang's face, and the frightened and flustered expression diluted the girl's usual arrogance.
Of course, Lin Luoran couldn't understand her complicated mood - in times of despair and embarrassment, the person who saved you was the person who usually cursed at the bottom of her heart. Miss Mu was just spoiled by her family and her temper was not bad, so she was conflicted and entangled now. .
Lin Luoran asked again, she almost buried her face in the barrel.
"I, I have no energy on my body, I can't wear clothes."
What a troublesome little girl, the air is full of a powdery smell that ordinary people can't smell, even if Lin Luoran saves her, she will be poisoned again in an instant.
She sighed, resigned to her fate and picked a leaf of some kind of spiritual grass from the space, and asked Mu Feiqiang to put it under her tongue, holding it in her mouth not to swallow.
The cool and stimulating smell instantly made Mu Feiqiang runny nose and tears. Miss Mu was in a panic, thinking that Lin Luoran was deliberately teasing her, but she gained the strength to stand up while holding on to the edge of the barrel.
She forgot to trouble Lin Luoran for a while, and wondered, "What kind of leaf is this?"
"Mint leaves!" Lin Luoran was annoyed.
There were already crossbow bolts shot down from the low roof outside, Lin Luoran pointed to the void and fired repeatedly, the crossbow bolt made of fine steel broke from the middle, and fell to the ground with a clang.
Mu Feiqiang, who was taught by a martial artist since he was a child, was so frightened that he wanted to die. Could this be the legendary release of inner strength
Lin Luoran was extremely depressed. Using spells or flying swords was too eye-catching, so she could only pretend to be the Six Meridians Excalibur... It's just that it was too troublesome to shoot down the crossbow arrows one by one. Mu Feiqiang finally got dressed in a panic, Lin Luo Then let her drag the unconscious maidservant to hide behind the pillar so as not to come out, kicked the wooden barrel filled with water over with one foot, and helped them block the crossbow arrows from the other direction.
The arrows are endless, and a wave of people outside must be sent away.
Lin Luoran kicked down a low wall, her figure was like light smoke drifting by, and there were a lot of muffled groans, except for the fake village chief, all the archers were knocked out by her knife.
Everyone in the Mu family saw her as if a god had descended, including those guards who had little kung fu.
They have never seen with their own eyes that someone's martial arts skills have reached such a level. Martial Master Lin has kept a low profile for more than a month, in exchange for the brilliance at this moment!
How strong is she
With the question lingering in everyone's mind, the fake village chief backed away again and again, yelling at Lin Luoran not to come over.
Admiration, nervousness, low self-esteem and other emotions flashed through Mu Qingshan's heart, and finally turned into joy - he finally admired Mu Qinghua's vicious eyes at this moment, with Master Lin escorting him, let alone five thousand taels of silver, even fifty thousand taels , just to make friends with such a strong man, it is also worthwhile for the Mu family!
Lin Luoran reached out and grabbed the fake village chief's collar, knocked him unconscious, and then knocked out a few guards hiding in the dark, and said to Mu Qingshan: "Mu Siye, this place is still not safe, the enemy may Backup, let's leave now."
After some verification, Lin Luoran's "prophecy" became more valuable than real gold, Mu Qingshan nodded, and asked people to search carefully, and found the antidote to Ruanjinsan in the thief.
After serving each other, a quarter of an hour passed before everyone regained their strength.
Gathering the heavy crossbows together, when Mu Qingshan stepped into the room, Mu Feiqiang's eyes were red, he was not thinking about coaxing his niece, picked up the broken crossbow bolts in two, and asked Mu Feiqiang about these broken arrows, Lin Luoran could use them What weapon
Mu Feiqiang replied that with hands, Mu Qingshan understood the meaning of inner strength and outer strength better than his niece, he sighed, the Mu family really missed it this time, Lin Luoran should have a lot of background in Penglai, but it's a pity that she didn't show it in front of others Showing the weapon, it seems that he really doesn't want to be recognized.
Lin Luoran didn't know the complicated thoughts in Mu Qingshan's mind. She got into the carriage in the morning, and she put the fake village head on the shaft of the carriage. When Mu Qingshan woke up the little maid, and came out with Mu Feiqiang with red eyes in his arms, the convoy finally set off again.
This time, the Mujia convoy didn't dare to stay any longer, so they changed their route and chose to climb over the mountains and bypass the closed city gate. The primary goal was to leave this place first.
Less than a quarter of an hour after they left, the sound of neat horseshoes broke the tranquility of the night.
The uniformed imperial army appeared outside the village. The leading general was dressed in black, and most of his face was covered by a delicate silver mask, only his pointed chin and thin lips were exposed.
After checking the situation in the village, his subordinates woke up a woman and brought her to the masked man to answer.
The woman explained the situation tremblingly, and the masked man pursed his lips tightly, his voice hoarse: "You mean, the Mu family took your boss away even though the heavy crossbow was not captured?... And the reason for all this is, Just a woman? Oh, and she's not afraid of arrows, and unarmed?"
Several rhetorical questions in succession made the woman tremble all over, not knowing where to start.
Although everything she said was true, recalling everything she had experienced, even she had the illusion that it was like a dream. How could she convince the powerful people in front of her
"I believe you." The masked man lowered his head slightly.
The woman was stunned, and she was very excited: "Thank you seven..." What is behind the word seven, the sudden spray of blood made the woman never have a chance to say it.
The man with the silver mask chopped off the woman's head with a single swing of his hand.
He wiped the blood from the knife edge, and said to himself as if nothing had happened: "I believe in you, but I can't help you clean up the mess."
Young and powerful female martial artist? The man in the silver mask thought about it, but he still couldn't think of such a person in the empire. He whispered a few words, and a small team had already left on horseback and chased along the rut.
"You clean up this mess and don't show any traces."
"yes!"
In the night, the small village ignited raging flames shortly afterwards. When the thick smoke cleared, only the charred corpses under the collapsed houses remained in the village.
In the deep mountains more than forty miles away, Lin Luoran withdrew his consciousness and suddenly opened his eyes.
Such a ruthless method, cutting grass and roots, killing people and killing people, none of the culprits pretending to be villagers survived.
——As the old saying goes, people with pointed chins and thin lips are mostly resolute in temperament, but they are also cold-hearted. It seems that we should add viciousness.
She lifted the curtain of the car, and finally had a moment of relief after driving the Mu family's caravan all night. Mu Qingshan was washing his face in an earthen pot.
Lin Luoran slightly raised her voice: "Mu Si Ye."