After leaving the inn, Lu Qingan placed Zhao Min across the saddle.
Facing the densely packed spears in the Western Zhou Dynasty, he pulled out the jade flute from his waist and pressed it against the back of Zhao Min's neck.
"If you don't get out of the way, I will kill your princess!"
"Get out of the way!"
The two elders Xuan Ming yelled angrily.
The soldiers received the orders from the two men and slowly made way for a passage.
Lu Qingyun flicked his riding whip, and the horse galloped outward quickly.
"Damn you little thief, you hurt me so much. If you torture me like this, you might as well kill me with one knife!"
The bumpy ride made Zhao Min feel unbearable pain all over his body as his chest was pressed against the saddle.
Lu Qingyun glanced at the thousands of cavalry hanging behind him and frowned slightly.
Two men and one horse could not escape the pursuit of the well-equipped Mongolian cavalry.
Moreover, these Mongolian cavalry came and went like the wind, and they could not kill them all in a short time.
He stopped the sitting horse and jumped off the horse with Zhao Min in his arms.
"Princess Princess, if you ask the soldiers behind you to retreat, I will let you go."
Zhao Min shook his head, "They are all my father's subordinates and will not obey my orders. Unless you let me go now, maybe I can convince them to retreat."
Lu Qingyun's mouth showed a sneer.
He was not a fool and would believe what she said.
"Then there's nothing I can do." Zhao Min raised his eyebrows.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Lu Qingyun raised his palms.
"Then you kill him. Anyway, I am a weak woman who can't resist!" Zhao Min closed his eyes and waited for death.
Lu Qingyun poked Yahuazi.
He really couldn't bear to kill Zhao Min.
"You're going to kill, why don't you kill? Is it because you can't do it, or because you haven't killed a woman before?"
Lu Qingyun didn't want to argue with her anymore, so he grabbed her belt and jumped onto the saddle, galloping all the way towards Kunlun Mountain.
When two people ride together, their bodies will inevitably collide.
Lu Qingyun could only use his arms to stabilize Zhao Min's body.
"You should also control it and don't keep leaning back."
"If you can, please stop it from running so bumpyly."
Mongolian women are not bound by Central Plains ethics. Although it is inappropriate for men and women to ride together, it does not make Zhao Min feel too ashamed. Instead, she becomes curious about the identity of the man behind her.
"Sir, what is your name, and where are you from?"
"He is a nobody in the world and has no fixed abode. Princess, please don't bother to inquire about him."
"If the young master is a nobody, how many people in the world dare to be called big shots."
Lu Qingyun remained silent, lowered his head and hurried on.
The horses ran for another distance, and a large villa appeared in front of them.
Zhao Min pointed forward and said loudly, "Sir, there is one of my manors ahead, how about we go in and have a rest before leaving?"
"No time."
Lu Qingyun shook the reins and sped up the horse's running speed.
As long as you enter the Kunlun Mountains and use the rugged and difficult mountain roads, you can get rid of the Mongolian cavalry behind you.
"Sir, we are at Green Willow Villa just ahead. Please go in and rest for a while. My little sister is in a hurry!"
this. . . . .
Lu Qingyun raised his head and looked into the distance. He was not far from the Kunlun Mountain Pass. Without hesitation in his heart, he slapped Zhao Min off the horse and galloped forward with all his strength, swinging the whip.
"Bang!" Zhao Min fell to the ground hard, tears falling from the pain, looking at his retreating back, pointing to the sky and yelling angrily!
"Damn you little thief, I will definitely cut you into pieces!"
Lu Qingyun urged his horse to gallop into Kunlun Mountain.
The trails in the mountains are so rugged that riding a horse is no longer suitable.
After Lu Qingyun abandoned his horse and walked for about ten miles, his path was blocked by an ugly-looking Tutu.
Lu Qingyun took a closer look and saw that the person blocking the road was actually Toutuo who was following Zhao Min.
"It seems that the master is not as loyal as usual! Get here in advance to block the way."
"What did you do to the princess?"
A hoarse and unpleasant sound came from Toutuo's mouth.
"Let it go naturally."
Lu Qingyun was surprised that Toutuo, who was communicating with Zhao Min by gesticulating with his hands in the restaurant, could actually speak.
After thinking for a moment, he immediately thought of who this Toutuo was.
Fan Yao, the right envoy of Mingjiao Guangming!
He was willing to sacrifice his appearance for the sake of Mingjiao, and the disguised warrior lurked beside King Ruyang, and even gained Zhao Min's trust.
"Youshi Fan has really worked hard!"
Fan Yao was shocked.
Unexpectedly, after being disfigured for many years, he would be recognized by the boy in front of him.
"Who are you?" Fan Yao asked in a low voice.
"It doesn't matter who I am, just let me go."
"impossible!"
After his identity was exposed, Fan Yao would never allow the young man in front of him to leave him alive.
A fierce light shot out of his eyes, and he suddenly poked Lu Qingyun's temple with two fingers.
The corners of Lu Qingyun's mouth turned up, he slapped two fingers away with his right palm, and also stretched out two fingers with his left hand to poke them.
The two men were fighting in close quarters, which was extremely dangerous. If there was a slight flaw, a fatal blow would be inevitable.
Fan Yao is ruthless to herself and even more ruthless to her enemies!
Every move is a destructive and ruthless fighting style.
Lu Qingyun used Shaolin's unique skill of the Vajra Finger, which was equally fierce and unusual. He attacked the vital point first, and he was evenly matched with Fan Yao.
"Fan Yao, there is no need for you and me to fight to the death. My wife is the sister of Leader Yang."
Lu Qingyun turned his fingers into palms and knocked Fan Yao away.
"Absurd!" Fan Yao pounced on Lu Qingyun again.
Lu Qingyun turned his fingers into palms and used Yang Dingtian's famous stunt, the Great Nine Heavens Hand.
"How can you master Jiutian Shou!"
Fan Yao took a few steps back with surprise on her face.
Lu Qingyun smiled.
There is a violent father-in-law who is a great martial arts master, and he can’t even learn it if he doesn’t want to.
"Atonement." Fan Yao stepped out of the way.
Lu Qingyun walked past Fan Yao and stopped, "The six major sects are besieging Guangmingding, won't Fan Youshi go to help?"
"There are many talented people in Mingjiao, and the six sects are like mayflies shaking the tree. They will definitely come back with broken swords."
"I hope I will have the opportunity to have a nice drink with Ambassador Fan in the future. Farewell!"
Lu Qingyun cupped his fists and walked quickly towards Zuowang Peak.
When we reached the foot of a cliff that resembled an eagle's beak in front of us, we were unexpectedly blocked again.
Seven or eight women with swords leaped out from the hiding places on both sides of the cliff.
"Hey, isn't this Master Lu!"
