As night fell, the two of them packed up and rested on the spot.

The wooden cart was broken into two halves for resting and lying down at night. The fire pit was blown to make a fire, the coffin boards were burned, and water and food were simply taken out and eaten.

In early spring, there is heavy humidity at night, so someone needs to keep the fire going and keep a vigil at night.

After the discussion, Mo Yu slept in the first half of the night and Mo Qi slept in the second half of the night. The two took turns to be on guard, each taking half of the rest.

At Youshi, Mo Yu fell asleep, and since Mo Qi didn't have a ghost snake around him, he temporarily dragged the sword box with him. If an enemy really took the opportunity to attack at night, he only had to drag it for a while.

Lying down with his clothes on, Mo Yu felt like he had passed a few breaths in a daze. The night had already reached midnight, and he could hear Mo Qi's yawns clearly even though he deliberately suppressed them.

Opening his eyes, Lin Shen sat up and looked at Mo Qi: "Okay, you go and rest, I will keep watch."

Mo Qi rubbed his eyes, handed over the sword box, then picked up the fur coat and lay down.

Mo Yu laid the sword box across his knees, threw a few coffin boards into the fire, and began to consider the details.

The other party must be not far from the Northern Mist Forest at this moment, or maybe he has already arrived.

There is no need to worry about Linglong's life and safety. His strange methods are not just to trick people, but sometimes they can be fatal. Wan Hongru of the Qingfeng Sect was an example that day.

The one thing that is still uncertain is Linglong's grandfather. This old guy has been missing since the beginning. It is not known whether he really went somewhere else to have fun or was secretly watching.

Why is the agreed location the dangerous land of the Northern Mist Forest? Do the people behind the scenes know this place very well or have some connection with it, or are they actually the mysterious force in the Northern Mist Forest?

It's very uncomfortable to be led away by someone's nose, especially if someone kills you with a knife. I feel so helpless and aggrieved for being a fish.

Time passes bit by bit, and in a blink of an eye, the morning light shines and the sun rises in the east.

Mo Yu opened his eyes from meditating, and Mo Qi beside him had also woken up. The two of them simply cleaned up and walked directly to the road after breakfast.

The mountain road is rugged, and sometimes you have to exercise your strength by climbing over rocks and ancient trees. You can reach the top of the mountain at noon and take a short rest.

After resting, we continued on our way. We thought that going down the mountain would be as peaceful as going up, but unexpectedly, a group of gangsters appeared halfway up the mountain.

There were seven or eight gangsters in total, armed with knives and swords, and their faces were arrogant and domineering. They were not like the usual threats to steal money, but came up to kill without saying a word.

"Be careful, these guys are not ordinary bandits."

Mo Yu's sword box blocked several slashing swords, and when he brushed the hilt of the sword with his hand, Youwei unsheathed his sword, and with the sword's will rippling, he cut off the swords of the two people who were attacking him neatly, and at the same time, he decapitated the astonished enemy.

The opponent's martial arts were uneven, with the highest being only two at the beginning of the third level of heaven. Mo Qi fought off one of the thugs with his bare hands and took the opportunity to seize the opponent's weapon.

"It's a tough idea, withdraw!"

A man with a dove face and an eagle nose raised his arms and shouted, staring at Mo Yu's hand and crying quietly. After a fight, he had already seen how powerful this black sword was, which was as sharp as iron.

When everyone heard the sound, they immediately stopped attacking, turned around and fled in all directions.

"It's not that easy to leave!"

With a gloomy expression, Mo Yu threw the sword box towards the dove-faced man. This man must be a leader, and if he were to capture him, he would be able to pry out some useful information.

Mo Qi chased those who were lagging behind, while Mo Yu jumped up after throwing out the sword box, and the Overlapping Waves roared towards them.

The dove-faced man felt the strong wind behind him. He turned around and looked back. When he saw the sword box and the flying ink feathers facing him, he was so frightened that his face turned pale and he shouted repeatedly.

"Second brother, save me!"

The dove-faced man struck the sword box with his sword, causing sparks to fly, and he was pushed backwards by the sword box.

"How dare you, kid!"

A roar came from the forest in the distance, and a man with a thick, short head was seen stabbing Mo Yu in the back with a sword. It was the second son that the dove-faced man called out.

Mo Yu ignored the attack of the short-haired man and stabbed straight forward towards the dove-faced man.

The short-headed man's eyes were about to burst, and he accelerated towards Mo Yu. Just when he was about five meters away, Mo Qi's figure suddenly appeared, narrowing his eyes and smiling to block this man.

"If you want to disturb my elder brother, you have to go through my hurdle first."

"Get away!" The short-haired man swung his sword angrily, causing the strong wind to stir up dead leaves all over the ground.

Mo Qi's eyes narrowed, and he held the sword in both hands to block his shoulders. The two weapons clashed with each other, and their ears were ringing. It turned out that they were evenly matched.

"Ah~"

A shrill sound came from a distance. The two of them looked sideways when they heard the sound, and saw Mo Yu pressing his left palm against the end of the sword box to push the dove-faced man against a huge boulder.

Votting out a mouthful of thick blood, the dove-faced man immediately became depressed. Mo Yu took the opportunity to drag his left hand upwards, and the sword box rose into the air. He approached the opponent lightly with gentle steps, and wept on his neck.

"Bang~" The sword box hit the side beside him steadily.

The short-haired man became confused when he saw his eldest brother being captured. Mo Qi accidentally caught the flaw and penetrated his chest with a long sword.

"You..." Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The short-haired man looked at his chest in disbelief, stared at his fingers, and lay down on the ground unwillingly.

Mo Qi drew out his sword, frowned, turned around and walked towards Mo Yu.

The dove-faced man did not show any grief for the death of his brother. He gasped and looked at Mo Yu and the two of them: "How can you let me go?"

Mo Yu raised his lips and sneered, reached out to seal the opponent's acupuncture points, then Youqi sheathed the sword box and asked: "Do you have a choice?"

The dove-faced man looked around at the two of them, grinned broadly, and said with a relaxed expression, "If I didn't have a choice, you wouldn't be able to get any useful information."

Mo Qi's face darkened when he heard this, and he kicked the dove-faced man down. Mo Yu did not stop him and watched the change in the man's face.

The dove-faced man grunted but did not moan. Seeing this, Mo Qi kicked him again. This kick increased the force and aimed specifically at the patella of the opponent's calf.

"Hiss~" The dove-faced man shrank his legs and huddled up, gasping for air, but still didn't say a word.

As the saying goes, it's better to say it again and again than again and again. Mo Qi was really angry and raised his long sword. The dove-faced man's face suddenly changed and he didn't dare to remain reserved.

"Stop, stop, stop, you win."

With a soothing expression on his face, Mo Yu carried the man away from the battle site and came to a place in the forest to drink.

After being thrown to the ground, the dove-faced man looked at Mo Yu with a look of fear on his face: "You are such a scary little brat, you don't have the temperament of an ordinary teenager at all."

"You are a smart man." Mo Yu threw the man's long sword with its scabbard to Mo Qi. Mo Qi had been staring at the sword just now and thought he liked it.

Seeing his beloved knife fall into Mo Qi's hand and playing with it, the dove-faced man twitched and said self-deprecatingly: "That's a good product from Juebing Valley, it's an advantage for you."

Mo Qi lazily ignored it and picked up a kettle to wash away the blood on the blade.

Mo Yu shook his head and chuckled. You She is a short-term soldier. It is possible to carry out assassinations, but there are too many constraints in frontal combat. Although this sword is not a masterpiece, it is enough to deal with it for a long time.

After Mo Qiu washed the long sword, Mo Yu looked at the dove-faced man and said expressionlessly: "Who sent you here?"

The dove-faced man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and did not reply hastily. He struggled for the last time: "If you tell me, you will die, if you don't tell me, you will die. I will lose a lot on this business."

Mo Yu sneered when he heard the sound, crossed his arms and said, "A whole corpse is better than a dead body without a whole body."

The dove-faced man's face was ugly and his eyes were full of hatred. Those of them who licked the blood with their swords naturally understood the meaning of death without a whole body.

Looking at the other party's expression, Mo Yu said leisurely: "Of course, if you tell the truth, I will give you a chance to live."

"Brother?..."

"Seriously, how can I survive?" The dove-faced man was ecstatic and took the lead in interrupting Mo Qi's words. Life and death were at stake, lest Mo Yu would regret what Mo Qi said.

Mo Yu waved his hand to indicate that Mo Qi was fine, and then nodded seriously to the dove-faced man: "As a gentleman, a horse is hard to catch. If you can take my sword afterwards, you can survive."

Hearing his elder brother's words, Mo Qi felt a little relieved. Having seen the horror of the realm of sword control, he began to feel sad for his brother.

The dove-faced man naturally didn't know what Mo Qi was thinking, and was struggling to consider Mo Yu's words at this moment.

He is in the first stage of the third heaven. This boy in black is also in the first stage of the third heaven. He is seriously injured at this moment. Can he try his best to catch the strange black sword?

If you pick it up, you have a 40% chance of surviving, if you don’t pick it up, you will definitely die!

This is a choice, but also has no choice. The dove-faced man quickly made a decision, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, but you can't use your black sword."

He originally said this with a trying attitude, but he didn't expect that Mo Yu would really nod in agreement. He handed the sword box to Mo Qi and picked up the long sword that Mo Qi had just thrown away.

"Is this feasible?"

The dove-faced man looked at Mo Yu with a complicated expression, feeling mixed with joy and sorrow: "Okay."

"Okay, then let me ask you, who are you assigned by?" Mo Yu began to ask.

The dove-faced man pondered his words, and then said everything he knew: "I don't know who it is specifically. That person wore a mask and a black robe. He first took action to scare us into submission, and then promised us a lot of money to wait here for two days.

He was a young man and said that if he could kill, he would kill him; if he could not kill, he would retreat, and there was nothing else."

After listening to the man's words, Mo Yu fell deeply into thought, frowned and said nothing. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at the other person: "Is there only one person who is looking for you?"

"Yes, he is the only one." The dove-faced man vowed.

"Does the mask he wears have any characteristics?" Mo Yu's heart was agitated, and he was thinking about the two groups of Shalou and Qingtian Twelve Sects.

The dove-faced man recalled it again, took a few breaths and shook his head: "No, it's just the kind of mask that's available in the market. Many children wear it during the Lantern Festival."

Mo Yu's heart sank, showing disappointment.

What this person said should be true. They are just weapons used by others to weaken the state of the two of them. Killing does not necessarily mean killing, and leaving some wounds if not killed is also a way to achieve the goal.

The only person Mo Yu could think of who could go to such great lengths to plan was to capture Linglong's group.

From this point of view, the group entered the Northern Mist Forest layout first, and then left spies to monitor and urge them. After setting out on the road, they set up roadblocks to kill the two of them.

The result of this is that by the time they arrive for the appointment, the two of them are exhausted, unable to make any trouble, and are left to their own devices.

"Well, can you unlock my acupuncture points?" The dove-faced man looked at Mo Yu anxiously, with an excited look on his face.

Mo Yu looked stern, turned to Mo Qi and said, "You are watching from the side, there is no need to intervene, but if he doesn't obey the rules, kill him!"

The dove-faced man turned pale, gave up his last thought, and smiled awkwardly.
Chapter completed!