Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms Chapter 100

Chapter 100 The world is vast

The night was faint, and the starlight was elongated, shining on the two people running outside the city wall.

Ran's caravan was trapped on the road that Linhai King once marched through, which was actually south of Chixia City.

Cheng Ling and the scout didn't have much verbal communication, they just ran fast one after the other.

Then Cheng Ling found out that this scout should actually be regarded as a light hand.

When he ran, there was a gust of wind under his feet. Every time he stepped on the toes, the grass tips he stepped on were only slightly bent. Bounce up quickly.

The night wind blew past, and the dim starlight fell, and Cheng Ling followed lightly, as if riding a wind.

In Feihong's light power formula for treading the rain, all kinds of secrets must flow through her heart.

The breath is lifted, when to be light, when to be heavy, when to sink, and when to float... Many tips flow dynamically.

Then, at this moment, Cheng Ling suddenly felt a strange feeling that she should follow this wind and belong to this wilderness.

What is Feihong treading the rain?

should have a glimpse, uninhibited in the worldly free and easy.

In the red dust, it is not Feihong stepping on the rain, it is a stupid bird flying slowly.

Do you want to be a jinghong, or do you want to be a stupid bird?

Cheng Ling found that, of course, his heart is more yearning for a wonderful life outside the mundane. But in the world, most of the time, people still have to flap their wings like a stupid bird and move forward slowly.

If she realizes something, her steps will become lighter and more mature.

Even, she can easily overtake the scouts in front of her with very little energy.

Of course, Cheng Ling did not do this.

Cheng Ling is actually a very humble person without being provoked.

Later, I don't know how long it took, about two quarters of an hour, when suddenly, the route ahead changed.

The scouts started to enter the mountain!

He finally whispered to Cheng Ling: "Lang Jun, please follow, this mountain is steep, we have to climb the mountain to the valley on the other side."

Cheng Ling replied: "Okay."

Immediately, the scout in front suddenly jumped up like an ape.

Although the cliff in front of is not comparable to the Pingming Mountain that Cheng Ling once climbed, the **** is also very thrilling. There are sometimes low trees on the cliffs, or some bumpy stones for people to borrow.

The scout used these points of strength to quickly climb up.

Cheng Ling followed closely, keeping a certain distance and following. If the scout is fast, she is fast, and if the scout is slow, her speed is slow.

After touching a stick of incense in this way, when the scout finally climbed to the top of the mountain, he turned his head and saw that Cheng Ling also lightly jumped up the path on the top of the mountain.

The scout suddenly let out a sigh of relief. At this time, the way he looked at Cheng Ling finally changed.

During this climb, his true energy was almost exhausted, and his back was already soaked with sweat, but Cheng Ling, who was following him, could only see that his breathing was steady and his face did not change—

Not to mention sweating from exhaustion, even her hair on the temples, she didn't mess up at all!

Cheng Ling is making progress, but in the eyes of the scouts, she only thinks that she is very skillful and powerful.

The scout blurted out, "Is Lang Jun a disciple of the Southern School?"

Cheng Ling's heart suddenly moved, but his face remained calm and he only said, "Are you a disciple of the Northern School?"

Actually, where did Cheng Ling know about the Southern School and the Northern School? Even the "Northern faction" was just made up by her, she just wanted to deceive the person in front of her.

Cheng Ling found that this scout was not simple, and did not know how Ran Wenji recruited such a character.

But he saw this man's face suddenly stiffened, and then he said embarrassingly, "Your Southern School is good at Qinggong and hidden weapons, and our Northern School is good at fist, foot and swordsmanship. When I saw it today, the Southern School's disciples' Qinggong is really extraordinary."

The implication of is that you are comparing your strengths and my weaknesses, so you seem calmer than me, and that's nothing.

Cheng Ling can see the character of this scout from here, he is very competitive!

Interestingly, there really is a Northern School in this world.

Cheng Ling then said: "As a disciple of the Northern School, your Excellency is good at boxing, kicking and swordsmanship, but you can still serve as a scout in the Ran's caravan, I admire it!"

Is this a boast?

seems like exaggeration and satire, just depends on how people listen.

The scout heard the compliment, his expression softened slightly, and then he said: "I heard that Lord Lang once successfully assassinated King Linhai in Wanjunzhong, this time entering the valley, do you want to assassinate the thief first?"

While talking, he finally had enough rest, turned one direction, and started down the mountain from the other side.

Cheng Ling followed him closely, and then the scout said more.

After he asked Cheng Ling if he wanted to assassinate him, he started talking about some specific situations in the valley.

Cheng Ling asked the scout's name, and he also replied: "The ronin of the rivers and lakes, beg for a bite to eat under Ran's subordinates, let's not mention the previous name, Langjun will just call me Xiaowu."

When was speaking, the stars shone on his side cheeks, and Cheng Ling realized that he was born very young. It was some shallow velvet whiskers on his lips that concealed his actual age, making him look a little more vicissitudes.

Xiao Wu told Cheng Ling about the terrain ahead in detail again, and while talking, the two quickly descended the mountain.

In the mountains, two light figures jumped up and down in the night, sometimes startling small beasts in the forest. In the distance, there seemed to be a faint wolf howling in the deeper mountains, and Xiao Wu's movements gradually became a little more eager.

He added: "Uncle Ming had already lit the torches and was ready to die with the bandit army at any time. Cheng Langjun, I really did not expect that the owner did not invite the government, but only invited you to rescue him. people."

Speaking of this, there was obviously a hint of resentment and depression in his voice.

Perhaps, this is the reason why he has been reluctant to talk to Cheng Ling before?

Cheng Ling understood a little, she said: "Do you think that your boss only invites me, does it not take your lives at heart?"

is that so?

Actually it is!

The merchants valued profits, and Ran Wenji did not invite the government but only Cheng Ling. Obviously, he only considered the existence of materials, but did not consider the safety of this group of people in the caravan!

Xiaowu sneered, but this time he didn't answer.

Cheng Lingbian was also silent for a moment.

After a while, I suddenly saw a spark of light lit up in the depths of the mountain below.

Oh, it wasn't that the firelight suddenly lit up, but because they walked a little further, and at this angle, they could finally see the firelight at the bottom of the valley below.

Even, they could vaguely hear the sound coming from below.

A voice shouted: "Brothers, burn these beasts to death and die with them! In our hometown, how many good people have been torn up and eaten by these guys, and our food will not be fed to the dogs!"

There was even more noise. In the chaos, someone seemed to be shouting: "Rush in, no wait! They can't burn so fast, how many points can they grab, rush!"

(end of this chapter)

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