If possible, Chen Qiu, a newcomer, does not want to hand over his life to a "quantum state" mountain ghost that may exist or may not exist.

But the problem is that last night he saw those fierce Northern Dynasties with his own eyes.

In the scattered memories, there are also scenes of Master Lu Buju being ambushed by people from the Northern Dynasty.

In addition, the junior sister has confirmed that Lu Buji did indeed have the so-called "immortal relics" from the Taihang ancient tomb.

Those thieves will not give up.

They said that they would go back and ask for credit for the "national teacher" and so on, which proves that these guys came with a mission. If they don't finish their jobs, they will have to cut their salaries and get rid of their jobs in modern society.

What's more, this feudal era.

In Shen Qiu's memory, the people who serve the court did something wrong, but they wanted to behead them.

That group of people is probably fighting for their lives.

Qingqing has how many skills can he do with three-legged cats? He can only make do with a rabbit and catch fish. If he really fights, how many people can this 14-year-old girl defeat?

Where is yourself?

My injury has not healed, but I have martial arts tricks in my mind.

But the problem is, it won't be.

Those memories are all about this body, and this thing is not computer data, so you can use it by copying it.

Moreover, from the memory of this body, Chen Qiu also came to a very bad conclusion. Even if he learned those martial arts, he was just a rookie in the world.

Now that I want to survive, I can only enter the mountain.

I hope the legendary mountain ghost is really as powerful as the legendary one.

It was noon now, and Chen Qiu, who was walking with a wooden stick, and Qingqing, who was carrying some cooked potatoes as dry food, stopped on the path of the valley.

In front of them was a corpse.

Wearing black clothes, a hat, and a sword in his chest, he was almost inserted into each other. His eyes were wide open, and his distorted face still had the anger and despair before his death.

Chen Qiu is not afraid of corpses, and he has already watched too many things in the explanation class.

Qingqing was a little scared. She hid behind Shen Qiu and looked at her senior brother squatting beside the corpse and muttering something.

Although it was not a chaotic world at this time, I had seen many battles following my master. The corpse in front of me was much better than those who were ripped open.

Besides, this is a dog thief in the Northern Dynasty, and he will die if he dies.

Thinking of this, Qingqing mustered up the courage and leaned against Shen Qiu. She heard her senior brother whisper:

"The obvious puncture injury, the lungs were pierced, causing suffocation, and the heart was cut open. It should be a sword-like weapon... It's very sharp, and the incision is so small, it's more like iron fiber."

"The body still has residual heat, probably only ten minutes, at most half an hour ago. He had no sign of struggle. It must have been a fatal attack, just like an assassin... Assassin?"

"Senior brother, what strange things are you saying?"

Qingqing covered her nose and kicked the corpse in disgust.

Chen Qiu didn't care. He reached out and grabbed a sheathed knife scattered beside the corpse, then untied the dagger from the corpse, and handed it to Qingqing to tie it to the wooden stick.

I looked through the man's package again, but I couldn't find a few useful things, but there were strange-shaped silver.

Those scattered silver made Chen Qiu feel unreal once again.

It turns out that I have come to an ancient world.

The little girl beside me is full of movies. Now it seems that this is indeed a fierce world.

"Qingqing."

Chen Qiu carried the Yanling knife behind him, leaning on the wooden stick with a dagger tied to him. He and Qingqing crossed the body and continued to walk towards the mountains. He said:

"Guess who killed this person?"

"Let's go to the mountain ghost."

Qingqing looked around and saw that she was a little scared and relieved. She looked back at the corpse that was thrown into the grass on the roadside, and she said:

"It's the mountain ghost who is chasing those dog thieves in the North Dynasty, it must be like this."

"That's a good thing."

Chen Qiu even took a few quick steps.

He said:

"The mountain ghost is helping us, so this is a good mountain ghost, right?"

"You're talking strange things again."

Qingqing glanced at her senior brother.

She always felt that since her senior brother was separated from his master, he seemed to have become a different person.

Chen Qiu in her memory was a very boring and boring gourd. She didn't know how to learn martial arts and was not proficient in escorts. She couldn't even make up the calculations. She said she was a disciple of the master, but in fact she was just a tutor at the small escort agency.

The senior brother who has no skills is not even a escort. Fortunately, the small escort agency does not have much business, and every time he escorts, he is escorted by his master himself.

Alas, the master is so kind to her and treats her like a daughter. I don’t know how his master is now?

Thinking of this, Qingqing's mood became a little depressed again.

Fortunately, the timid senior brother seems to have become more reliable.

I feel at ease with him.

The senior brother and sister walked for most of the day, but the distance from the mountain in front of them did not seem to be much smaller. This is probably the reason why the horses were killed when they were running to the mountain.

But now it is daytime, and it is outside the Taihang Mountains, and there are no beasts in this valley.

Qingqing saw several foxes chasing rabbits and birds chirping in the forest.

If there were no Northern Dynasty dog ​​thieves who were chasing them, the scene before them would be like an outing.

"Qingqing, what is my jade origin?"

As Chen Qiu walked, he saw the sword-shaped jade on his wrist again. He turned around and asked the jumping junior sister.

The latter pulled the little flower on the roadside without raising his head, she said:

"When Master saved you in Yanjiao, you had that piece of jade. It should have been left to you by your parents. It was not a good jade, did you forget? We have specially invited someone to see it in Suzhou."

"Even the most ordinary jade, it can't be sold for money."

"Yeah?"

Chen Qiu shrugged.

He felt that this piece of jade was not that simple.

In the memory that appeared in my sleep before, this piece of jade was handed over to him by a guy who looked very powerful.

He also said something like immortality.

But it turned out that Chen Qiu didn't seem to tell Qingqing and his master these things. This was probably the secret he hid in his heart.

"Let's have some rest, senior brother, my feet are blisters."

The two of them walked for another stick of incense. They were not far from the entrance of the deep mountain. They could still hear the sound of water rushing. Qingqing suggested taking a break in the shade.

Chen Qiu took her to the edge of the forest and watched the little sister take off her cloth shoes. Sure enough, there were blisters on her little feet.

This surprised Chen Qiu quite a bit.

While helping the junior sister pick up the bubbles, he asked:

"You claim to be a man from the world all day long, but this thin skin and tender flesh look like a rich lady."

"snort"

The little feet were held in the hands of the senior brother. This special feeling made Qingqing's cheeks flush. Although the children in the world are not particular about the details, how can a man touch the girl's body at will?

After that, will I not be able to get married?

Qingqing was thinking randomly, but Chen Qiu didn't care.

The memories he had been working hard to recall, and those scattered memories kept pouring into his heart.

The junior sister Fan Qingqing is also a child adopted by her master, but she is regarded as her own child by her master, and the treatment of her disciple who is unable to help is very different.

Lu Buji's small escort agency has a house in Suzhou, where Qingqing spent her childhood. In Shen Qiu's memory, Lu Buji had a cold face to everyone, but he only cared for Qingqing.

What he said is actually correct.

Although the master travels around the world, Qingqing was raised as a rich lady since childhood. Of course, she was not spoiled. Occasionally, Qingqing would follow her master to travel around the world.

When it comes to experience in the world, this girl is much better than herself now.

The master always provides Qingqing with the best living conditions as much as possible. Much of the money earned from the escort business is invested in this girl.

However, Chen Qiu was a little confused.

Lu Buji visited the remains of immortals this time. It was such a dangerous thing, bringing Chen Qiu, the oil bottle, and it can be said that he would let his apprentice experience the world and fight.

But why do you have to bring Qingqing with you?

Is there any secret behind this that he doesn't know?

"Someone is here!"

Just as Shen Qiu was thinking, the junior sister suddenly stood up and looked behind her. Chen Qiu also stood up. Sure enough, the faint shouting was coming along the wind.

"Chen Qiu! Qingqing! Are you here?"

It was the voice of a low man, quite imposing, echoing in the wind, and the sound was actually condensed and undispersed, and it was so far away, like a loud horn shouting.

Qingqing and Shen Qiu looked at each other, and they hid quietly in the woods with a tacit understanding.

After a moment, the sound became clearer.

"Come out quickly! I'm Chabao!"

"It's you Uncle Chabao! Come out quickly! I'm here to save you! Stop hiding!"

Hearing this voice, Qingqing immediately became happy.

She was about to rush out of the woods after putting on her shoes, but was pulled by Chen Qiu, who asked in a low voice:

"Who is that?"

"It's Uncle Chabao!"

Fan Qingqing said to Chen Qiu with a serious face:

"It's the master's sworn brother, the hero on the 65th place in the Jianghu people list, Feng Lei pointed at Cha Bao."

"Chabao?"

Chen Qiu narrowed his eyes.

There is indeed this person in his memory.

Every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I would go to Suzhou to drink and chat with Master Lu Buji. The two were sworn brothers who became sworn brothers in their early years, and Uncle Chabao's martial arts skills are much higher than those of Master.

He also made a name for himself in Luoyang and was a true senior in the world.

"Is he trustworthy?"

Chen Qiu asked again.

“Creditable!”

Qingqing nodded and said:

"I sent a letter to him before my master searching for the immortal traces this time, but Uncle Chabao was delayed by some things in Luoyang."

"Walk!"

When Chen Qiu heard this, he immediately grabbed Qingqing's hand and pulled her into the depths of the forest.

The junior sister struggled and asked:

"Senior brother, what are you doing? Uncle Chabao is outside. If we meet him, we don't have to be afraid of the thieves of the Northern Dynasty. He has a strong martial arts skills and can protect us from returning to Suzhou."

"Listen to me!"

Chen Qiu pushed Qingqing into the depths of the forest, he said:

"It was so heavy last night that the footprints we left had long been washed away."

"Although this place is not far from where we were in danger, it is not close. He found him all the way and wanted to avoid the North Korean dog thieves. He happened to find us?"

"You don't think about it. The three of us masters and apprentices came to this huge Taihang Mountain to find something. How could the Northern Dynasties know about such a secret matter? And we also set up an ambush..."

Qingqing was not stupid. She was awakened by Chen Qiu Dian, and fear immediately appeared on her face.

"Silly girl, be careful!"

Chen Qiu reached out and knocked Qingqing's little head, stuffed the stick with a dagger in her hand into her hand, and looked back and saw footsteps sounding outside the forest.

He was injured and couldn't run fast, but at this moment he was very calm. He grabbed the hilt of the knife in his hand. At this time, the cold weapon gave him a sense of peace of mind.

Although he doesn't know how to use a knife, he can at least strengthen his courage with a sharp weapon in his hand.

He said to Qingqing:

"Run apart! Go around the forest and go to the mountains!"

"Senior brother, I..."

Qingqing wanted to say something, but after being pushed by Chen Qiu, she stopped talking. She turned around and grabbed the stick and rushed into the forest, like a little rabbit running away.

Chen Qiu grabbed the knife and ran out to the other side.

A few minutes later, Chen Qiu walked around a big tree and was about to climb up when he heard a thunder sound behind him. The whistling sound of wind made his hair stand up, and he pulled out his knife and chopped it behind him.

But the next moment, the rising fingers walked around the dancing blade, like a butterfly passing through a flower, gently tapping on Shen Qiu's wrist. The young man's wrist felt numb, and the Yanling Knife immediately came out.

He was hit by that finger, and his whole body took several steps back under the eccentric force, and fell to the ground in a mess.

The Yanling Knife, which was knocked out, rotated in the air for several weeks and was inserted in front of Chen Qiu's eyes.

Chen Qiu's face reflected on the snow-white blade.

A pale face.

And panic-eyed eyes.

"Oh, this isn't Xiao Qiu'er."

The previous voice sounded beside Shen Qiu. He turned around and saw a man who was nearly 2 meters tall stretching out his hand towards him.

The big man was strong in blue, wearing a strong suit, wearing a thousand-layer cloth shoes, wearing black gloves decorated with iron pieces, and a big bald head. He also had an old wound on his cheeks. He looked quite fierce.

In those pair of copper bells, the gentleness of the elders was all over the eyes.

There was also a smile of relief on his dark face.

It was as if he had really found his brother's disciple and wanted to save him from danger.

However, the smile fell into Shen Qiu's eyes and looked ferocious no matter how you looked.

"I've found your master."

The black man reached out to grab Chen Qiu's wrist, just like he was carrying a small chicken, easily grabbed him from the ground, and then reached out to pat the dust on Chen Qiu's body.

With a hint of regret and worry, he said to Chen Qiu:

"Your master escaped, and the group of Northern Dynasties dog thieves failed to keep him. I met him at Taihang Mountain Pass. He was seriously injured. I beg me to save you two."

"Now I'm here, Xiao Qiuer, don't worry, uncle is not afraid of those trash."

Feng Lei pointed at Cha Bao as if he was a loyal person. He reached out and patted his strong chest and said to Chen Qiu:

"I will definitely protect you and Qingqing to return to Suzhou safely and meet with your master. Speaking of which, what about Qingqing?"

He looked around and saw Qingqing's figure, and then asked with a serious look:

"Are you separated from her?"

"Yes, uncle, I am separated from my junior sister."

Chen Qiu lowered his head, tried hard to suppress his rapid breathing, and answered respectfully:

"My junior sister and I were forced by the Northern Dynasties and fell off the cliff. I was looking for her."

"Yeah?"

Cha Bao's bronze bell eyes looked at Shen Qiu for a moment. He sniffed and smelled the bloody smell. Then he reached out and pulled Chen Qiu's clothes away and saw the cloth strips wrapped around Chen Qiu's waist and the wound.

"You're injured."

Cha Bao frowned, took out a small porcelain bottle from the cloth bag around his waist, and handed it to Chen Qiu, and he said:

"This has to be taken care of easily, otherwise it will leave hidden injuries. I have the best golden sore medicine here, so you can use it."

"As for Qingqing..."

Cha Bao pondered for a moment, looked at the other side of the forest, and said:

"Let me find it together, Xiao Qiuer, as an elder, I must protect you, this is what your master means. But what your master has raised from the ancient tomb is in your hands, or..."

This question made Chen Qiu's fingers tremble.

He had thousands of thoughts in his heart, pursed his lips, and looked at Chabao's left hand on his shoulder.

The iron piece inlaid at the top of the black glove was less than an inch away from his neck.

This is a question that is given, if you answer it wrong, it's over.

Chen Qiu took a deep breath and said:

"I took it with me, but it was inconvenient to walk, so I buried it."

He raised his head, with a gratitude only on his weak face, and he said to Chabao, who was staring at him:
Chapter completed!