The moment Li Xiangping raised his head to look at the distant mountain, the neighing of a horse sounded on the top of the mountain, a horse that was all black and couldn't find a trace of variegated color was running happily on the mountain with its hooves raised, and its four legs were not grounded, just walking in front of the rough road, it turned out to be a monster that refined qi cultivation.
The black horse's hooves stepped lightly in the muddy water, and flew up out of thin air, and immediately the man was dressed in leather armor, and there was no animal bone or jade decoration on his body, like a living person.
Gani Xi gently patted the old man's head, pinched his crotch, and looked sideways at the village below the mountain.
The mountains and rivers of the northern foothills all say that Gani Xi has four eyes and eight arms, but in fact Gani Xi looks ordinary, even his eyes are a little small, and his eyebrows are sparse.
Only those brownish-yellow eyes stared at people quietly when they opened them, which made people shudder.
"My lord, there is the territory of the Demon Sect in front of you."
Listening to the words of the entourage with long braids behind him, Gani Xi raised his eyebrows, his brownish-yellow eyes swept in the military formation at the foot of the mountain, and nodded:
"It will take a quarter of an hour to defeat them."
His voice was light, high-pitched, and flat, as if it was being read.
The man with long braids lowered his head slightly, quietly listening to Gani Xi's words, and no longer saw a soldier or horse behind him, as the king of the unified northern foothills and mountains, he actually walked into the territory of the Qingchi Sect with a subordinate, only more than three hundred zhang away from Li Xiangping's military tent.
After a few looks, Gani Xi lost interest in the clan soldiers at the foot of the mountain, and under his crotch, the horse obediently turned around and walked towards the way it came, walking on the rugged mountain road as if walking on flat ground.
"We don't have much time, so we don't have to wait any longer."
The long-braided troops followed and hesitated:
"It's just the treachery of the strangers, I don't know how many witches there are in this demon sect army, the king should not underestimate the enemy."
Gani Xi smiled lowly, raised the long knife in his hand, and looked up at the moon covered by dark clouds, his mouth moving.
"Who said I was going to hit him."
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When Chen Sanshui woke up in a daze, there was a mountain in leather armor standing in front of him, holding his clothes tightly with his big hands, pulling him tightly, suffocating him.
"Puff."
He was thrown out of the yard fiercely, his eyes were blurred, he knocked out two teeth, everything in front of him was spinning, and he saw the Shanyue soldiers standing upright on both sides, Chen Sanshui wiped the blood on his face and groped to find his teeth.
But his hand was stepped on, and he raised his head to look at those brownish-yellow eyes, Chen Sanshui had to face this cruel reality - in the quarter of an hour he slept, Li Chuankou fell without any ability to resist.
"How can it be so fast?!"
What about the clan soldiers led by Li Xiangping stationed on the other side of the river? It was broken silently like this?
What about Li Tongya, who is high in the sky? What about the other immortals of the Li family? How did these people control the mouth of the river without any noise? Chen Sanshui's heart was suffocated, the pain in his mouth no longer cared about, and countless questions were emerging in his mind.
"Where is the Li family's lair?"
The man who stepped on his hand spoke calmly, Chen Sanshui looked at his sparse eyebrows, those daunting eyes, and only one question was left in his mind.
"If my father Chen Erniu is here, what would he do?"
Soon Chen Sanshui didn't have time to think, Jia Nixi casually tore off his left hand, bringing out a lot of blood, tendons and flesh, Chen Sanshui's eyes rolled wide, and saliva rushed out of his mouth, and the pain drowned out all his thoughts.
"It hurts... It hurts."
Gani Xi tapped his head with his hand and cast a spell on him, making him clear again, carefully understanding the pain of suffocation, and holding him back from bleeding to death.
"Li... Li Jing... Mountain."
When the idea of a hero only struggled in his mind for a moment, the feces and urine under him reminded him: he is just an ordinary person, he is not a martyr who ignores pain, not his father, not Li Xiangping, not to mention that putting Li Xiangping in this situation may not be much better.
"Take us."
Chen Sanshui was picked up, he hung upside down looking at Shanyue's feet moving around him, his father Chen Erniu had taught him for more than 20 years, and a fatal sense of smell formed by his father Chen Erniu had finally awakened in him, Chen Sanshui understood that he would surely die, recalling the absurd things he had done in his life, and his heart was lonely.
The surrounding Shanyue soldiers and horses moved, and simple runes were engraved on their ankles, which made them walk silently, and the two teams of Shanyue soldiers and horses followed Ganixi out of the mouth of Lichuan and headed towards Lijing Mountain.
Chen Sanshui saw the Shanyue man behind Jianixi, also carrying a person in his hand, who was the backbone of the village, so he understood that lying about the route would only increase his pain, and thought hatefully in his heart:
"What a cunning world."
He has lived in the shadow of the Li brothers since he was a child, just like his father Chen Erniu lived in the shadow of Li Mutian, he always listened to his father say:
"Among the four brothers of the Li family, Li Changhu is as docile and pitiful as a good deer, Li Tongya is quiet and cautious like a long snake, Li Xiangping is treacherous and ruthless like a hungry wolf, and Li Chijing is intelligent and handsome as a white fox."
"What about me?! What am I!"
Chen Sanshui was full of interest and looked at his father expectantly.
"Waste."
Chen Sanshui was greatly disappointed, and since then he has really become a waste, marrying a wife and having children in a daze, relying on his father's prestige and power to play wantonly.
Until Gani Xi tore off his left hand, he seemed to wake up, and everything suddenly became clear in front of him, and he even hated Gani Xi for not pulling his left hand ten years in the morning, which made him worry his father for so many years.
"How often do you communicate with those soldiers and horses?"
Gani Xi spoke softly, he had already seen that the person in his hand had been frightened and would not deceive him at all, but he didn't know that the person in his hand had woken up from the chaotic past, and what he was holding in his hand was no longer the thirty-year-old Chen Sanshui, but like the sixty-year-old Chen Erniu.
"Three hours."
Chen Sanshui's heart was as calm as water, and he pretended to tremble and spoke, and finally there was a trace of peace in his heart that had not lived up to his master's twenty years of fine clothes and food.
Li Jingshan had slowly appeared in front of him, Gani Xi restrained his horse, twisted off Chen Sanshui's head, looked at the headless corpse twisted into a ball of muscles and bones and flesh, and the ground stained red with red blood, and laughed coldly.
"Waste!"
In the spinning of the world, Chen Sanshui's head fell lightly on the side of the road, staring at the night sky full of dark clouds, and only one sentence appeared in his mind:
"Li Xiangping, you can only do this, you are so good, you hit the iron plate!"