"Um?"

Listening to the ear-splitting eagle call, Guo Xiang stood in the square holding the little girl in her arms, and the two of them, one large and one small, looked up at the sky at the same time.

There.

There is a tiny black dot flying in the sky.

It's a goshawk.

Listening to that voice, Guo Xiang knew that the eagle in the sky must be very powerful. The voice was clear and loud, so it was definitely not bad.

You must know that in addition to the little red horse, the Guo family also has two large white eagles, not to mention the sacred eagle owned by her brother-in-law. Guo Xiang, who has experience in raising birds, can say that he can recognize this goshawk just by his voice.

Definitely not bad.

The two of them looked up at the goshawk and roared, then flew to the west and finally disappeared.

And when the two of them looked away from the direction in the west where the goshawk disappeared, Yue Yuan, who was chatting alone with Taikoo Zi Hao Datong in the room, also came out.

One person in front.

After leaving the room, Yue Yuan's eyes fell on Guo Xiang and the little girl.

Behind him was Hao Datong.

A person with a solemn face obviously has something extremely important going on.

And at the same time.

At the foot of Huashan Mountain.

west.

The people of the Yingui sect finally confronted the Fan monks who came down the mountain.

Li Gong once said that the gift to his future disciples would be these monks.

In the previous fight with Na Huafa Taoist, he was not his opponent, but this did not mean that Li Gong would not add insult to injury. Especially when dealing with this group of Mongolian monks, attacking the monks was not only a gift to the future disciples, but also a blow to the demon sect.

Meng Chixing's side attack.

No matter what, you can't give up even if you work hard.

Not to mention, the two sides had fought each other since they first met at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, the life and death of Ba, the new Eighth Division of the Mongolian National Army, was unknown. Under such circumstances, Li Gong killed him.

After a fight, except for a few monks inside who risked serious injuries and used the Buddhist esoteric teachings of the Potala Palace in Tibet to escape with the body of Eight Masters, everyone else died at the foot of Huashan Mountain.

.

Didn't chase it.

Li Gong turned around and glanced at Huashan behind him. After asking someone to write a few huge letters in blood on the ground, he led them away.

Li Gong knew that this news would eventually fall into the ears of the people he wanted to know.

As for the Yingui sect’s long-standing tradition of cutting off customs...

ha!

With Guo Jing and Guo Daxia's temperament, if Xiangyang is defeated, no one will be needed to defeat it.

Besides, people like that don't want to do anything even if they work hard.

He cannot die in the hands of others, nor can he die in the hands of his own people.

…

The journey was speechless.

After all, he is a person.

Chuanying rode the horse he had captured from the Mongolian cavalry, holding a broken sword, and walked slowly on the road to the west.

A deserted path with a slight twist.

After all, the Western Regions cannot match the prosperity and liveliness of the Central Plains.

But right now, the Central Plains is facing the biggest crisis. Although he is young, he can still see the current situation. But in comparison, Chuanying cares more about other things.

All the people in the world.

It's not important to him now.

After the Mongolian army swept across the world, and only the Song Dynasty still existed in the Western Regions, the situation in the Western Regions became more and more desolate than before.

The war is in chaos.

Since the beginning of the world, mankind has never seen such a brutal war.

Even the opening of the Western Regions during the Great Khan period, the Western Expedition of the Han Army, or the armies of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, none of them caused a locust-like sweep for the people here. In the Mongol army's western expedition like a locust

, The loser perishes. The loser is a slave. They vividly display the term "winner and loser".

then--

The Western Region, which now falls in the eyes of Chuan Ying, has lost a lot of popularity. It is far less lively and prosperous than in the past.

In order to survive, the remaining people joined the Mongolian army and became the so-called servant army.

As the saying goes, the Mongolian army ate meat and others drank soup. They were transformed from losers into minions.

Therefore, in these years, there have been many horse bandits in the Western Region.

However, in the area in front of Chuanying, there were very few horse bandits.

It's not because there is no popularity here. On the contrary, in the Western Region, this place is not very popular, but it has a lively atmosphere. The reason why there are very few horse bandits is because there is a famous mountain here.

It's called Kunlun.

And relying on this mountain, there is a Taoist sect that is much quieter than the lively arena of the Central Plains - the Kunlun Sect.

It is precisely because of the existence of the Kunlun Sect that Xiao Xiao is much less around.

In addition, there is also the Tianshan Sect, which is also in the Western Region and is more obscure, so this place can be regarded as a pure land in a certain way.

"Kunlun!"

Raising his head, Chuanying looked at the stone carvings of the mountain gate standing in front of him.

He murmured and repeated something, then turned over and dismounted, holding the horse rope with one hand and the broken sword with the other, and went up the mountain.

"Brother, please stop!"

"I don't know if your Excellency is..."

Soon, the disciples guarding the mountain gate discovered Chuan Ying's figure, immediately appeared to intercept him, and asked.

"The last generation of Jianghu, Chuanying!"

"I came here to visit Master Kunlun on my master's orders!"

Crossing his hands and clasping his fists, Chuanying revealed his purpose of coming. Of course, only he knew whether he was really on the orders of his master. At the same time, he also took out a token and handed it to the other party.

The two disciples of the mountain sect looked at each other after hearing this. One stood there and waited, while the other ran towards the mountain at an extremely fast speed.

Such a visitor is not something that the two disciples of the mountain sect can offend or deal with.

Watching the Kunlun disciples go up the mountain to report, Chuanying stood there quietly and waited. His eyes were slightly absentmindedly looking at the majestic mountain.

The ancient tomb has gone.

But it is no longer just a few impressions in my mind. When I visited again many years later, everything was different.

And the path that Chuan Ying is currently traveling is exactly the path that Fairy Chi Lian, who was famous all over the world for his poisonous reputation, traveled westward.

Go to immortality...

ha!

Ha ha!

Smiling bitterly in his heart, Chuanying couldn't help but narrow his eyes. His parents were already dead, weren't they?

…

Huashan.

On the road down the mountain.

The little red horse was stored in Huashan. Instead, two donkeys were borrowed from Hao Datong.

Riding a thousand-mile horse for a long time is not bad.

But for Guo Xiang, especially the little girl Yang Nianxi, it is not a good thing.

Yue Yuan was fine with the bumps and winds, and Guo Xiang could withstand it, but that was not the case with the little girl.

Anyway, the little girl is too weak for her age and bumping around on the horse is not a good thing.

After all, the Han people are not a nation on horseback.

With good treatment, there is no need to let children come here. Besides, although the donkey does not look like much, it is comfortable and leisurely to ride, and is suitable for women to travel.
To be continued...