Chu Mo's eyes were a little red!
The boy's pure eyes... were blood-colored!
Between Daqi and Daxia, although it seems that there hasn't been much war on the surface in these years.
But in reality, Da Qi's soldiers would often turn into small groups of bandits and harass the people on the border of Da Xia.
Chu Mo and his grandfather once went to a village that was massacred by bandits transformed into Daqi soldiers.
In that small village, there are more than 500 people in the whole village, and there are only three survivors left!
Those were three children. When the enemy entered the village, their parents hid them in a dry well in their backyard, and then covered the well with firewood.
But if Grandpa hadn't heard the weak cries of the children in the dry well when he entered the village, those children would have died in the end.
Because they can't climb up by themselves!
These things had a great psychological impact on Chu Mo, who was young at the time.
A seed of hatred had already been planted in his heart towards those soldiers of Daqi.
Because killing is not as simple as imagined.
Chu Mo is not a murderer.
The other party is not a lamb to be slaughtered!
At this time, Chu Mo has regarded this place as a real battlefield!
In his mind, there was only one thought left, only one word: kill!
In the light of the sword, those knights seemed a little vulnerable in front of Chu Mo.
Chu Mo's skills, also in this kind of battle, became more and more pure, and his figure was shockingly flexible.
Almost one by one, the knights were cut off from their horses.
Even Geerza, who also entered the realm of Yuanguan, was no match for Chu Mo at all.
Perhaps it was because of his younger brother's death, which hit him too hard; perhaps it was because Chu Mo's cultivation technique was much stronger than him... In just five rounds, Chu Mo punched him in the chest, and spewed out with a wow sound. With a mouthful of blood, he fell off the horse.
Without hesitation, Chu Mo raised the knife in his hand high.
In the twilight, the sharp blade shone with a cold light.
"Little hero, save him for now!" A knight following Princess Nayi shouted loudly, "He's still useful!"
Chu Mo's mind instantly cleared up, the blood in his eyes gradually receded, and he fell to the ground with a look of despair, staring at his Gerza in horror, and spit towards the place: "What I hate the most is you The kind of villain who sells the owner and seeks glory!"
As he spoke, he swiped the sharp knife in his hand and nailed it next to Gerza's head, only a little distance away from his face.
Gerza screamed in fright and passed out.
"waste!"
Chu Mo cursed, then walked towards the small lake without looking back. A lot of blood was splashed on his body, and the strong smell of blood made him very uncomfortable, and he was about to wash off the blood on his body.
When Princess Nayi and his guards rushed here, they were all stunned. Dozens of pursuers were all beheaded on the spot, and almost every one of them... was fatal with one blow!
These are the elite knights in the royal court of the prairie!
Although they rebelled against the royal court and took refuge in Daqi, no one would deny their strength.
Otherwise, how could Nayi and the others be in such a mess
But in front of this young man, it turned out to be one knife at a time, like chopping melons and vegetables, all of them were killed!
Even though Nayi and the others hated these traitors in their hearts, at this moment, when they looked at the back of the young man walking towards the lake, their eyes were full of awe.
A middle-aged man in his forties, dressed as a scribe, looked a bit like a Bactrian, and his appearance was obviously different from that of a prairie. The other knights also seemed to respect him.
He walked up to Princess Nayi and said softly, "We must keep this person!"
"He is related to our success or failure in retaking the royal court!"
"If he is willing to help us, our winning rate will increase by 30%!"
"Maybe Elder Haoyue will also send troops to help us because of this!"
Princess Nayi nodded. There was still shock in her pair of star pupils. She nodded, "But, with his skill... why should we keep him now?"
The middle-aged scribe glanced at Nayi, thought for a while, and then said, "I think this young man has a strong sense of justice, otherwise he would never have helped us."
"I'll give it a try first, and then, let's see... what he wants!" The middle-aged man said, looking at Nayi again, hesitant to speak.
Nayi glanced at the young man who had already walked to the lake, and then said softly: "Uncle Pang, if you have something to say, just say it. Now that the father and mother are gone, Brother Jin and Brother Yin have taken refuge in Daqi again." , although I am the princess of the royal court, but now...if it weren't for you people...what would I be? I'm afraid I would have been taken away and dedicated to those villains in Daqi."
The middle-aged scribe nodded, and said softly: "If the princess wants to ask him for temporary protection, it's easy. I believe that with my mouth, I should be able to persuade him."
"But if the princess wants long-term protection, then..."
A blush flashed across Nayi's pale face, and she said shyly, "Will you marry him?"
All the guards beside Nayi showed embarrassment on their faces, as if they were a little angry. But then, they all sighed dejectedly and turned their heads away as if they didn't hear.
The goddess-like princess in their hearts is no longer the pearl on the prairie of the past.
Although he didn't want to admit it in his heart, he had to admit that their princess had become a homeless duckweed. This time, he hastily escaped from the royal court and joined Elder Haoyue. Why didn't he want to ask Elder Haoyue to protect their little prince with the mentality of marrying Elder Haoyue's son
Everyone knows it in their hearts, but they just don't want to say it.
The middle-aged scribe smiled bitterly, and said softly: "I think this young man is very extraordinary. Although his clothes are ragged, there is a touch of nobility between his brows. He doesn't look like a child from an ordinary family. In addition to his skill, he is very handsome. It may come from a certain sect."
"If you can really tempt him and stay in the grassland to help us, maybe we can really bring the dead back to life!"
Nayi sighed softly, a look of loneliness flashed across the girl's delicate face, she closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and said softly: "Uncle Pang is the master of everything, as long as the grassland royal court can Bring the dead back to life, let Nayi do whatever she wants!"
The middle-aged scribe glanced at Na Yi with some pity. He had watched and grew up this pearl on the prairie. Although there is no kinship relationship, she has long been regarded as her own daughter. If there is another way, why is he willing to make such a bad move
In comparison, this young man must be much stronger than Elder Haoyue's worthless sons!
It's just that in this way, Elder Haoyue may have to think of a new way again. It was not so easy for that old fox to impress him.
The middle-aged scribe thought to himself, and walked slowly towards the lake.
Chu Mo came to the lake and jumped directly without taking off his clothes.
The icy lake water made his mind extremely clear.
He quickly washed off the blood stains on his body, and then thought to himself: That woman seems to be the princess of the grassland royal court. How can a majestic princess be chased after like a bereaved dog
"Gerza said that both the first prince and the second prince have defected to Daqi, so they should be Jin and Yin, right?"
"From this point of view, there should be a huge change in the royal court of the grassland."
"So much so that even their princess had to run for her life."
"If that's the case, I want to stay here for a while, and it shouldn't be difficult to get in touch with them!"
Chu Mo thought to himself, then heard footsteps, he looked up in the lake, and saw a middle-aged man in his forties, holding a new suit, came to the lake, looking at him with a smile on his face .
"Little hero, thanks to you, you saved us just now, otherwise, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to see the sun tomorrow."
"Are you from Daxia?" Chu Mo looked at the middle-aged scholar and asked curiously.
The middle-aged scribe was slightly taken aback, and a hint of vigilance flashed deep in his eyes, but he asked with a smile, "How do you know?"
"You don't have to worry about anything, I don't know you." Chu Mo said, "I can tell from your accent and appearance."
"That's it!" The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "What? Brother, you are also from Daxia?"
Chu Mo smiled: "I lived in Daxia!"
"So that's it!" The middle-aged man did not doubt Chu Mo's words. How could such a young boy with such skills grow up in the secular world
So he took it for granted that this young man should have been born in Daxia, and then brought into the sect to practice, and now he should be walking down the mountain, or has already become a teacher.
As for why he doesn't want to directly admit that he is from Daxia, this is also very simple.
The middle-aged man had come into contact with some disciples from some sects. They all regarded people in the world as mortals, and few of them were willing to admit that they had come out of the world.
"I think the little brother probably didn't bring a change of clothes. There is a new set of clothes here, but it may not fit well. I will find a famous tailor to make a few more sets for the little brother later!" The middle-aged man smiled attentively. , looking at Chu Mo.
Chu Mo was also thinking in his heart how he could walk with this group of people, so naturally he would not refuse when he saw this, and took the clothes. It was indeed a bit big, but it was better than the previous set of tattered clothes.
While Chu Mo was hiding in the grass and changing his clothes, the middle-aged man started talking to him.
"Pang Zhongyuan, whose ancestral home is Daxia, has been in this grassland for fifteen years. He has been working in the royal court. I wonder if I know your name, little brother?" The middle-aged scribe asked very politely, without thinking Chu Mo treated him like a teenager who didn't know much about the world.
Whose teenage boy dares to face dozens of powerful knights
Chu Mo thought for a while, and said, "My name is Lin Bai, I am studying in a school, and now I am walking down the mountain."
The answer was very simple, but it completely dispelled Pang Zhongyuan's few doubts.
Because it was this young man named Lin Bai who saved them!
With their strength, it would be a piece of cake to kill them.
Moreover, this group of people is now a bereaved dog. What else is there for others to plot
"It turned out to be Brother Lin Bai. I wonder what tasks I will perform when I go down the mountain this time?" Pang Zhongyuan asked cautiously. Those disciples of the Martial Arts almost all carried tasks with them when they entered the secular world.
Chu Mo also changed his clothes at this time, walked out from the grass, and said, "There is no important task, just experience!"
The middle-aged man was overjoyed, and when he saw Chu Mo who had changed his clothes, he immediately praised him in his heart: What a handsome young man with red lips, white teeth, white sword eyebrows and starry eyes!