Zama was overwhelmed by her beautiful archery skills, and it took a long time to react, and said angrily with a flushed face, "You! Stop!"
"Sister," Zalu stopped Zama, and said in a deep voice, "The banquet has begun, and we will settle the account later."
The lights in the distance are brilliant, and the first feast of the great summer and spring hunting has finally begun.
When he was about to enter the big tent, Ah Jing quietly approached Yan Xun's ear, and whispered, "Someone is sneaking up to the camp, do you want to do it?"
Yan Xun twitched his eyebrows lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Who is it?"
Ah Jing replied: "I don't know, but it doesn't look like a member of the Mu He family."
"Let me go and have a look." Chu Qiao stepped forward and whispered.
Yan Xun nodded, and said in a low tone, "Be careful, don't use force unless necessary, the dinner party is coming soon, I'll wait for you."
"Don't worry, Zalu's people may be here to make trouble, I'll go back as soon as I go." After finishing speaking, she took Ah Jing and walked towards the camp.
"Ah Chu!" Seeing Chu Qiao leave, Zhao Song was taken aback for a moment, and immediately yelled loudly, making a gesture to catch up.
"Your Highness Thirteen," Yan Xun held Zhao Song's arm and said with a faint smile, "Ah Chu has something to do, he will be back later, let's go first."
Zhao Song was reluctantly dragged away by Yan Xun, and kept looking back while walking.
The cold wind mixed with wind and snow hit the face head-on, the sound of horseshoes, the torches and lights on both sides gradually became scarce, under the dark sky, the cold moon was like a knife, and the stars were few and far between. The sky looks high and far away, dark and deep, and from time to time, goshawks fly by and make long calls.
In a blink of an eye, it has been eight years since she came to this unknown dynasty, and life has never given her the opportunity and rights to mourn the spring and autumn and play in the world. The bad environment, endless killings, and tragic blood have been forcing her to stop. fight and flee. There are too many unknown variables in front of her eyes, too many uncontrollable traps and conspiracies hidden somewhere, and the desperation one after another is urging her to move forward, making her unable to stop. She is not a born killer, let alone a born robber, she just wants to maintain the simple distinction between good and evil in her heart on the premise of survival.
The world is not benevolent, and treats everything as a straw dog. The edge of destroying the world hangs upside down, but if you pick it up, it may be the blade of salvation that overturns the world.
"Drive!" Chu Qiao snarled, and galloped on the horse, galloping across the open and snowy field.
The sound of horseshoes came from a distance, and a man in black rode alone on the vast snowfield. Chu Qiao and the others groaned and reined in their horses. Ah Jing frowned and said in a deep voice, "Girl, this person is wrong. He came from the direction of our camp."
A Yan Wei stepped forward and shouted at the person, "Hey! Who are you?"
As soon as the words fell, and before he could take a breath, a sharp flying knife cut through the cold night sky. It was as fast as lightning, and it was astonishing. With thunder-like sharpness and murderous aura, it roared towards the Yan Wei who made the sound.
With a clang, the swords collided, and a dazzling spark burst out in the darkness. Ah Jing drew his sword backhand and split the flying knife, bent his bow and shouted sharply: "Who is here? Such viciousness!"
The man also seemed to notice the large number of people ahead, so he turned around and rode westward cunningly. Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows when she saw it, and shouted in a low voice: "Chasing!" Everyone agreed, and they all rode their horses and ran wildly, chasing behind.
The distant mountains are dark, the dense forests are like ink, and the huge snowfield looks like a ferocious white beast. Countless horseshoes step on it, and the snowflakes splash and roar.
Suddenly, there were vague figures in front of him, and it seemed that a large number of people were coming. The war horse was silent and quiet, but in its neat pace, it revealed an indescribable chill and murderous aura. Chu Qiao was startled, she raised her hand and yelled lightly, reined in her horse and stopped, but before she could speak, the man in black who was being chased by the Yan guards immediately picked up his bow and crossbow, and shot at the people on the opposite side!
"Who is it?" A loud shout sounded suddenly, the night was dark and the distance was so far, it was impossible to see clearly who was coming from the opposite side. The people on the opposite side were ambushed, and for a moment, they regarded the Yan guards as accomplices with the man in black in front. The sound of drawing a knife suddenly sounded, the sword was sharp, and the arrows came from the sky. The opponent's counterattack and reaction ability , It was surprisingly fast!
"Stop!" Ah Jing yelled, "We are not..."
Before he finished speaking, a sharp arrow suddenly shot out. Chu Qiao had quick hands and quick eyes, put one hand on the horse's back, flew up, and kicked Ah Jing's lower abdomen. The man was in pain, and his body bent, only to hear a muffled pop, the arrow pierced into the flesh, although it avoided the vital point of the heart, it still pierced fiercely on his shoulder.
Chu Qiao's brows were furrowed immediately, the other party was indiscriminate, killing people without finding out what happened, it was really abominable. The girl was dressed in snow-white fur. She rode forward, rolled over and jumped off, knelt down on one knee, holding a huge crossbow, with a serious face, her eyes stared coldly at the dark snowfield opposite her like a leopard, her ears twitched slightly, her eyebrows frowned. Locked tightly, the cold wind blows through the hair on her forehead. I saw the girl's eyes were like lightning, flashing a sharp edge.
A powerful arrow immediately left Chu Qiao's fully drawn bow, going like lightning, threatening and intimidating, leaving only a bright white edge, almost sparking in the air, and shooting into the night.
Almost at the same time, in the darkness on the opposite side, the sound of vibrating bowstrings sounded at the same time, and a sharp arrow left the string and suddenly rushed towards Chu Qiao.
Two bolts of lightning whizzed along the same trajectory, at an astonishing speed, with only a crackling sound, the two arrows collided in mid-air, broke at the same time, and shattered on the vast snow field.
In an instant, Chu Qiao used an astonishing technique to constantly change positions and figures, change the trajectory and strength of the arrows, and shoot seven arrows in a row. And the opponent also used the same unpredictable means to fight back one by one.
In mid-air, only the sound of off-string arrows and the shattering sound of arrows colliding could be heard, tit for tat, evenly matched!
The violent voice disappeared all of a sudden, Chu Qiao's eyes were sharp, eyes slightly half-closed, fingers touched the last three arrows in the quiver, quietly waiting for the best time.
A strong wind suddenly picked up, and snow was flying all over the place. Everyone blindfolded their eyes unconsciously to keep out the wind and sand. However, in the darkness, only two people burst into flames at the same time, running and exerting force, shooting three arrows in unison, bursting out one after another, shooting towards the front one after another, meteors shooting out breathtakingly under the night curtain of moon The shining cold light.
There was a crackling sound immediately, and the arrows of the four powerful arrows folded in half, turning into a ball of powder. The strong wind blows, but the last sharp arrow seems to have eyes. Under the witness of the white snow in the sky, the arrows coming from east and west pass by each other, bringing a trail of sparks and sparks towards the opponent's hiding place. Come quickly!
In an instant, Chu Qiao was like a raging wild beast, her whole body was full of violent explosive force, she dropped the bow and crossbow, put her right hand on the ground, bounced off the ground, and stood up with the strength of her waist. However, there was only a swish sound, and the arrow flew past her neck with fiery force, wiping out a dark red bloodstain.
"Girl!" Yan Wei was startled, and Qi Qi chased after her. Chu Qiao stood up, stretched out her hand to cover her neck that was beginning to ooze blood, remained silent, and stared coldly at the pitch-black opposite! She knew that the person on the opposite side also escaped her killing arrow, but just like her, he was slightly injured.
The surroundings were quiet and silent, the night was pitch black, and heavy snow was flying, but through the heavy darkness, she could still feel the cold eyes, with the sharpness of the cold, shooting from a distance.
A goshawk's screech suddenly streaked across the sky, and in the darkness between the two sides, a vigorous shadow suddenly got up from the ground. The man in black, who had been lying on the ground and causing trouble before, suddenly ran like a projectile, trying to escape from this place of right and wrong.
Almost at the same time, Chu Qiao and the archer on the opposite side drew their swords from their waists and threw them like thunder. The body of the running man trembled, his eyes widened, and he lowered his head unwillingly, but He saw two swords protruding from his chest, and then fell heavily on the snow with a bang.
Time passed slowly, and there was no sound from either side. A Yan Wei stepped forward cautiously, and seeing no response from the other party, he yelled loudly: "My friend on the other side, we are looking for the thief, it was just a misunderstanding."
There was no sound and no response.
Yanwei Zuotang rode forward, and after a while, there was the sound of hooves among the people on the opposite side.
"Girl," Zuo Tang ran back after a while, got off his horse, handed back Chu Qiao's saber, and said in a deep voice, "Your sword."
The girl raised her eyebrows, "What is the background of the other party?"
"I don't know." Zuo Tang reported the truth, "The other party's bodyguard is wearing a black fur coat, which is a very common style. It looks strange, and I have never seen it before."
Chu Qiao remained indifferent, nodded, took the sword, but immediately frowned.
This is a rare treasured sword with an ancient style. The blade is light and thin, with faint maroon bloodstains. The blade is sharp and bright. Surrounded by silk, there are two ancient small characters cast on it: broken moon.
Chu Qiao frowned, rubbing her fingers against the hilt of the sword, and said in a deep voice: "This is not my sword." Zuo Tang was startled, and said hastily, "I will go find them and exchange it."
As soon as the words fell, there was the sound of hooves roaring on the opposite side, and the snow and mist churned and disappeared in an instant.
"You can't catch up." The girl said slowly, and with a swipe, she returned the sword into the sheath with her backhand, but who knew that the sword fit her own scabbard perfectly.
"Bring that man's body back, Ah Jing returns to the camp to heal his wounds, and the others follow me to Huangzhang Square." The woman's voice resounded, she turned her horse's head, and rode off with everyone.
Coming to the square in front of the imperial tent, it is like entering another world, where the aroma of meat and laughter are everywhere. Chu Qiao untied the weapon, handed it to the guards, and walked into the big tent under the leadership of a forbidden soldier. The imperial tent occupies an extremely large area, with thirty-six seats opened vertically, winding and spreading, and arranged on the left and right sides of the big tent.
When Chu Qiao came in, most of the people had already arrived. Since the emperor hadn't arrived yet, the big tent was full of voices and crowds everywhere, very lively.
Chu Qiao was just a follower, so naturally she couldn't walk around at random, she looked around and went straight to a quiet place where there were few people. Sure enough, Yan Xun was wearing a moon-white robe, with handsome features and a calm face, sitting there drinking tea quietly. Zhao Song stood aside, scratching his ears and cheeks, looking restless.
"My son."
Chu Qiao went straight over, and before she had time to continue speaking, she heard Zhao Song yell out in surprise, "Ah! Ah Chu, what's wrong with you? Are you injured?"