Even though they were in the deep mountains, the guards never lost their vigilance. They arranged secret whistles on all sides of the camp to strictly protect Pei Langjun's safety. At this moment, it was the sound of weapons handover at the northern ward station. The sound was as dense as rain, and it seemed that they had encountered a very powerful enemy.

There were six guards accompanying Pei Langjun. They were all well-trained and reacted very quickly. The two immediately drew their swords and rushed towards the north post. The other four people covered Pei Langjun, forming a wall of humans, and at the same time urged him to transfer quickly.

Pei Langjun was calm and calm and acted as usual. Even at this time, he had not forgotten to hold the small maid's slender hands together.

Lu Yao suddenly moved!

He was sitting upright, but suddenly he bounced up and rushed towards Pei Langjun.

The guards shouted angrily and attacked them one after another. However, Lu Yao's change from extreme quiet to extreme movement was as rapid as thunder, and the four guards could not stop him. One of them numb his wrists and the knife in his palm had already reached Lu Yao's hand.

Lu Yao forced Pei Langjun to swing his sword.

The figure of Lu Yao waving the knife was already reflected in Pei Langjun's dark eyes.

As the blade breaks through the wind, a long arrow flying from the dark night is divided into two under the blade.

At this time, Lu Yao reached out and held Pei Langjun's arm. He felt as soft as boneless at the tentacles. He didn't care about that and said, "Of course!" Then he exerted force, pulled Pei Langjun behind him, and the two of them rolled back together.

Pei Langjun flew out about a foot and fell to the ground in exclamation. At the same time, the "tuk" sounded on the ground where he was originally located, and three arrows were deeply pierced.

It was a long time to say that, Lu Yao had just pulled Pei Langjun to avoid the arrows, and the guards rushed forward. Their faces were ferocious and their swords were lit up, as if they were treating Lu Yao as a big enemy.

Lu Yao had fought with Liu Cong, the number one master of the Huns, for dozens of rounds. He was so skillful. Although the guards were the warriors of one in a hundred, where did they put them in his eyes? He danced his sword and forced the people back. Then he heard Pei Langjun stamping behind him and shouting: "He is to save me! You guys retreat!"

Lu Yao was waiting for a response, and a loud roar suddenly came from the dense forest in the north: "You dare, thief!"

This roar seemed to have a thunder blew up in the deep mountains, and frightened the birds flying from several miles away.

Lu Yao was not only surprised, but also overjoyed. He roared and said, "Old Xue! He Yun! Are you?"

It turned out that Xue Tong was fighting fiercely with the guard who was standing guard. The one who used a series of arrows to kill Pei Langjun was naturally He Yun, who was good at archery skills.

After Lu Yao forced Liu Cong to retreat, he fell into a deep coma. Xue Tong and He Yun took Lu Yao into the mountains and placed Lu Yao in an abandoned straw shed. A few days later, Lu Yao remained unconscious and symptoms of purulent wounds appeared in various wounds. Both of them felt very anxious. He Yun was a hunter and knew a little about herbal medicine, so he went to the mountains with Xue Tong to dig herbs.

The two of them originally planned to go and go back quickly, but they knew that the journey in the mountains was difficult to tell, so they lost their direction and took a few hours to return to their original place. What made them even more shocked and angry was that Lu Yao was actually taken away!

Since Daling broke through, they all relied on Lu Yao's leadership and finally escaped from birth. At this moment, Lu Yao's life was in critical condition, but he was taken away under their noses. He didn't know how to accept this. Xue and He were furious and followed him all the way, vowing to find Lu Yao back.

Lu Yao nodded slightly: "Hedong Pei family is a high-ranking family that can be compared with the Wang family of Langya. Eight Pei and Eight Kings are also famous scholars in the world. Not to mention that their family is in marriage with the King of Donghai, and their status is high. If they can get the eye of Pei family, they will indeed be much easier in their careers."

"We are good men fighting on the battlefield, and we have the military achievements of each sword and shoot. Why do we have to hang out with the children of the high school? Military master, look at the appearance of the guards just now. You obviously want to save people, but they are guarding you like thieves. This kind of guy who looks down on people..."

He Yun couldn't help expressing his opinion. After saying a few words, Xue Tong shouted, "Isn't it the one you did just now? What's the adult talking about? Why are you talking to? "

Lu Yao and Xue Tong are both nearly thirty years old, while He Yun is only seventeen years old, and his official position is far from being short of his position. After Xue Tong said this, He Yun curled his lips and shrank into the corner to go to bed.

Lu Yao smiled: "Old Xue, children are reckless, don't bother with him." He picked up the helmet on the fire, took a sip of water, and showed a thoughtful expression: "The choice of the road of life is like drinking water, you know the sweetness and bitterness. The clear water may be extremely bitter. And the sweet spring water may be poisonous..."

Xue Tong took the helmet and took a sip. He sighed and said, "Daoming, I understand what you mean. It is indeed a road of crisis to cling to power rashly."

"Yes..." Lu Yao looked at the steam simmering above his helmet and said slowly: "Duke Lu Shiheng, Duke Lu Shilong is right in front of me, so I must think more about it."

Xue Tong nodded casually, and was about to respond, he suddenly jumped up: "Lu Shiheng? Lu Shilong? Daoming, you... are you a child of the Lu family in Jiangdong?"

Lu Yao stood up, patted his clothes, and bowed to Xue Tong with a solemn expression.

"Brother Xue is right. In Luyao, Lu Daoming, he is the direct descendant of the Lu family in Wujun. His family's ancestors were named Kang and the courtesy of Youjie, and he was appointed as the Grand Sima of the Eastern Wu and the governor of Jingzhou. His father was named Jing and his courtesy of Shiren. He was the son-in-law of Wucheng Hou, the last emperor of the Eastern Wu, and served as the general and the governor of Zhongxia. He was defeated in the army when Wu was destroyed."

He looked at Xue Tong, who was dumbfounded and continued: "The Lu clan members followed Lu Shiheng in the past, and the second Duke of Lu Shilong came north, but eventually offended the villain and were almost slaughtered. I was a person who lived under the axe of the court, so I really didn't want to cause more trouble. Therefore, I had never confessed my own life before, so I hope my brother will not blame me!"

Xue Tong wanted to get up and give a gift, but he didn't want to worry about mixing garlic under his feet and fell down. The brothers from the slaughtered family were actually the bloodline of the Emperor of Eastern Wu. This news was too shocking for him.

At that time, people were rated as the most important family. Although the background of the Lu family in Jiangdong was not as good as the northern wealthy family, it was enough to be admired by ordinary people. Moreover, Lu Yao was the grandson of Sun Hao, the last emperor of the Eastern Wu, and his bloodline was undoubtedly noble. As for Lu Yao's uncle Lu Ji and Lu Yun, who were known as the hero of Taikang, were even more famous and talented.

"No wonder...no wonder...I should have thought of it long ago..." He murmured: "Daoming, if you have such insight and talent, how could you be an ordinary Qianshou head? What's more, you are actually an old friend of Liu Cong, the number one master of the Huns... It turns out that he is a child of the Lu family in Jiangdong!"

"Since I know my origin, Lao Xue should understand my difficulties, right?" Lu Yao sighed: "Luoyang is like a muddy water that is deep and unstoppable. In the past, Duke Lu Shiheng and Duke Lu Shilong were so amazing. Once they arrived in Luoyang, they were involuntarily defeated. In the end, they were not talented, had no talent, had no martial arts, had no official position, and had no subordinates... How dare I go to the Tan Mengshui?"

"Old Xue, Lao Xue, the famous scholars and handsome men in your eyes are actually just such a person. Do you really expect such people to support the world? What these people are good at is the same and the same party." Lu Yao sneered repeatedly: "The high shore is the valley, and the deep shore is the tomb. Don't punish those who are sad today! Those who expect them will eventually be used as a burial!"

Xue Tong looked depressed and speechless for a moment.

Lu Yao was a little reluctant. He comforted Xue Tong and said, "We are in the deep mountains, and we still don't understand the situation outside. What do we want to do so much?"

"What should we do next?"

Lu Yao stumbled for a moment: "I heard Pei Langjun's guards say that they would go to Funiu Village to replenish supplies tomorrow, and contact the guide again, so we will go with him. Let's talk about the future when we arrive at Funiu Village."
Chapter completed!