The World of Mei

Chapter 27 Abandoned Qianmei Subdued Red Shadow

After hearing Situ Changxiao's words, Jiri Gele replied loudly.

"It's a battle of good and evil. The two parties have different views. There is no need to say something inessential. Let's settle our grudge! But my clansmen are innocent. Let them go. I'll see whether or not Hierarch Situ's skill of Youming Rapier is improved. What do you think?"

Situ Changxiao laughed for a while and then said disdainfully.

"Do you think you are qualified to bargain for the condition with me? If you win, you will leave with your clansmen; if you lose, all of you will end here. In the past, you won, but you were so complacent and ruthless. You've never made it easy on us."

"The winner takes it all. The loser even doesn't have a chance of being a bandit! Ha-Ha! Cut the crap! Show your Qiankun Sword. I'm willing to see it again!"

Jiri Gele told Tana to escape if there was a chance and asked them to ignore him.

"You must take Agula and Mu Qianmei away. Agula has the talent like his grandpa Cina. He is Qiyan Clan's hope for the future. Mu Qianmei is a lady from the Beggar g**g. I hope you could bring her to the old beggar. We have enough enemies!"

Agula determined to stay here and live or die with the clan.

"You need to get away from here if you want to protect our clan. There is an opportunity as long as you live. Our Qiyan Clan will be annihilated and disappear from the stage of history if you stay here!" Jiri Gele said in a satisfied but mad tone.

Stubborn Agula lowered his head.

Situ Changxiao had come over before Jiri Gele could say something else. Situ Changxiao laughed.

"Jiri Gele, show your Qiankun Sword! Ten years have passed. We'll determine the winner. I hope you are as bold and powerful as in the past! Ha-Ha!"

After speaking, Situ Changxiao pulled out his long rapier "Youming Rapier" carried with him.

It was a long and black rapier, having a frightful sense.

This rapier must have killed countless innocent people.

Jiri Gele had no choice. He could only pull out the ancient long sword "Qiankun Sword" on his back.

They both rode on the horse and rushed toward each other without saying anything.

When two horses were about to meet, they both caprioled from the back of the horse, waving their sword and rapier and fighting in the air.

They were aged, over sixty or seventy years old, but they looked flexible and light at this moment.

The sword and rapier collided in the air, generating a loud sound.

In the blink of an eye, it had been seven or eight rounds.

They met their match.

The sword and rapier flew in the sky.

The sword flashed, and the rapier moved swiftly.

Jiri Gele's moves of sword skill were so forceful.

Situ Changxiao's moves of rapier skill were unpredictable, making opponents impossible to defend effectively.

In the twinkling shadow of the sword, a cyan shadow of the rapier penetrated through it flexibly.

It seemed that Jiri Gele got the better. His Qiankun Sword moved faster and faster, almost covering the shadow of the rapier.

The Youming Rapier looked like a withered leaf in the autumn wind, flying around the sword and hardly colliding with the Qiankun Sword, but it played a waiting game like a snake and would stab to the vital part as quickly as a flash of lightning.

Jiri Gele's strength had consumed a lot. He felt powerless in danger.

He didn't expect that Situ Changxiao's moves of rapier skill had made astounding advances.

Time was getting. Jiri Gele, over seventy years old, was not a patch on Situ Changxiao, who was over sixty years old.

His moves of Qiankun Sword consumed more strength than Situ Changxiao's moves of Youming Rapier.

After two hundred rounds, Jiri Gele's moves of sword skill had slowed down.

Situ Changxiao calmly showed his moves of rapier skill.

Jiri Gele would have lost if he had never gone through hundreds of battles.

After three hundred rounds, Jiri Gele had sweated and was out of breath.

Situ Changxiao speeded up suddenly and stabbed Jiri Gele's back from an unimaginable angle.

Jiri Gele, who had already slowed down, protected his vital part by depending on his practicing ability, but the rapier stabbed into his body.

Jiri Gele tried his best and showed Qiankun One Sword, making it stab at Situ Changxiao's chest.

Situ Changxiao dodged in a hurry. But his arm pulled the rapier out of Jiri Gele's back slowly, so he got a long wound on his arm due to the sword, blood flowing.

But it was a slight wound for a person who used to do weapon practice.

Others could only stand and watch the battle. They couldn't help.

At this moment, both of them got injured. The soldiers of the two parties started to fight.

Tana asked her subordinates to take care of Mu Qianmei and some kids. She rode the horse to rush over and rescue Jiri Gele, who had severe injuries.

When Situ Changxiao dressed a wound, Tana asked half of the soldiers to cover the retreat and quickly escaped from the scene with injured Jiri Gele under the protection of another half of the soldiers.

Tana was burning with anxiety when seeing her father's clothes on his back turn red by the blood. She felt so sad and shed tears while she bound up a wound for Jiri Gele on the back of the horse.

Youming Sect didn't arrange too many people, but all of them were superiors. Fortunately, the soldiers that stayed with Jiri Gele were the best of the Qiyan Clan, talented at riding and archery on the grassland.

They could cover the retreat even though they couldn't resist the enemies.

Tana didn't notice that she took Mu Qianmei to Muren, the later generations of Cina. His eyes had a killing intention after he saw Mu Qianmei.

He couldn't defeat the old beggar, Feng Tianyu, but he could kill the girl he loved most, making him feel the loss of loved ones.

But their leader just made a command. He didn't allow anyone to hurt Mu Qianmei, so Muren thought up a scheme when seeing the people from Youming Sect rushing over.

He led an untrained red horse and put Mu Qianmei on the back of the horse. He said.

"You get on this horse and run. We'll follow!"

Then he patted the horse's back. The wild red horse immediately ran.

Tana cared for Jiri Gele and didn't notice what happened here.

Mu Qianmei had ever practiced riding the horse when performing in her previous life.

But they were well-trained horses, and there were safeguard procedures in the whole process.

She was just a girl about fourteen years old who had never ridden a horse!

The wild horse ran about wildly at will.

At night, Mu Qianmei didn't identify the direction, and she yelled.

"Aunt Qiyan! Aunt Qiyan!"

But Tana, who was binding up the wound for Jiri Gele, couldn't hear her voice in the noisy battlefield.

Mu Qianmei tightened her legs and grasped the horse mane, leaving the horse to run.

Although Mu Qianmei was over thirty years old actually, she felt horrible and helpless.

Where would the wild red horse run in the vast grassland?

Mu Qianmei had trained and practiced under Feng Tianyu's teaching. She had also learned Feng Tianyu's Flying Dragon Thirty-Six Sticks, so she had good health and flexibility.

After a short time of hurry, Mu Qianmei returned to be calm.

She knew calmness was the most important. She needed to be calm in danger.

The wind blew, making her face hurt.

Mu Qianmei tried to relax and thought about her situation.

The horse had been running for about four hours, and then it slowed down.

The sky of the east had turned white, the red sun rising.

The horse probably got tired and hungry, and it stopped running and ate grass.

Mu Qianmei jumped down from the horse's back and pulled the rope, walking with no direction.

She observed the surrounding environment. It was probably a border of the grassland. According to the place where the sun rose, it was in the west of Nantang.

There were mountains.

Xichu?

Would it be the Xichu Kingdom if she kept going?

After stopping, Mu Qianmei felt exhausted. She had been riding the horse since she woke up at deep night. She didn't feel tired in danger, but now she felt weak all over.

Mu Qianmei looked at the wild horse and didn't know that she should blame it or thank it.

It was better to leave the Qiyan Clan. She would be in an embarrassing situation if she stayed there, and she might get into danger.

Mu Qianmei tried to extend her hand and touch the horse's head. She wanted to be its owner because the horse was essential to get out of this place.

She didn't know how to subdue a horse. She thought that as long as they had an intimate relationship, the horse would regard her as its owner, just like her pet in the previous life!

She stretched her hand slowly because she feared that would frighten it.

For the first time, the horse that was eating grass dodged.

For the second time, the horse dodged again.

She was a little disappointed, but she still stretched her hand out.

The horse didn't dodge until the twelfth time and allowed Mu Qianmei to touch its head.

The horse finally accepted Mu Qianmei as its owner.

"How about coming up with a name for you? You have red hair and run as quickly as a flash. I call you Red Shadow, okay?" Mu Qianmei said in a soft voice while touching the horse's head.