Chapter 294 Escape into Dream

"Wang Tengfei, you are an unfaithful and unfilial son!"

A clan elder with half-white hair screamed, his body trembling and his face extremely ferocious. He stopped pursuing and turned around to run towards the clan ancestral hall.

Seeing this, another clan elder yelled: "The ancestors said they must be kept!"

"What are we trying to stop? Is it your life? Is it your family's life?" The half-white-haired clan elder fiercely shook off the blocking hand and ran anxiously towards the ancestral hall.

The chasing clan elders were excited, and soon, most of them dispersed. The rest were too depressed to pursue anymore, and could only watch Wang Tengfei lead Zhao Wujiang away.

"They can't leave Bingzhou. Zhao Wujiang is so seriously injured that he must be treated. It cannot be delayed for a long time."

An elder from the clan had a sinister look in his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"First go and treat our ancestors, and then we will set off together. As long as Bingzhou is blocked, Zhao Wujiang will not be able to escape!"

Hazy, gray fog.

The sky and the earth are vast. There are cries, screams, the collision of gold and iron, the dull popping sound of blunt objects being immersed in flesh and blood, and violent breathing. All kinds of sounds echo between the heaven and the earth, faintly, sometimes and not.

"Little Zhao?"

The childish voice sounded with endearment.

"Little Zhao!"

There was another soft cry, filled with anger.

"Um?"

Zhao Wujiang slowly opened his eyes. In front of him was a room that was so familiar yet so strange. The furnishings were extremely simple. A girl with braids was staring at him.

"You fell asleep again. You haven't recited the poem that Mr. taught you today!" The girl's clothes were old and patched. She had her hands on her hips and a spatula in her hand.

"Sister, I have had a long dream," Zhao Wujiang blurted out. His head was extremely dizzy. He shook his head and stood up unsteadily.

In front of him is a rotten wooden table, with greasy and old textbooks spread out on it.

The girl had a straight face and knocked Zhao Wujiang on the head, "I think you just don't want to recite poetry properly, huh. Go wash your face and have lunch."

Zhao Wujiang nodded dully, and the girl turned around, walked to the stove a few steps away, stepped on a small bench, and stir-fried the black lunch that was in an indistinguishable shape in the big pot.

Zhao Wujiang rubbed his cheeks. The bronze mirror in front of him was hazy, with mottled marks that could not be washed away, but he could still vaguely see his current face in it.

The child's face is young and dark, and his eyes are dull and suspicious.

He was slightly stunned. There seemed to be something covering up in his mind. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it.

Lunch ended quickly. Zhao Wujiang didn't touch a single bite of the two bowls of dark rice, while the girl with braids ate half of it with gusto.

Then, she glared at Zhao Wujiang, respectfully picked up the rest of her lunch, and pulled Zhao Wujiang out of the door.

They climbed up the back mountain, which was a bit steep. When they climbed up the hillside, they both gasped for air.

Zhao Wujiang's stomach made a growling sound, and the girl said angrily: "I told you not to eat just now, and you will starve to death."

They walked through the lush vegetation and came to a flat land with many weeds. The girl put the remaining half bowl of rice into Zhao Wujiang's hands, "You can't eat it now!"

She rolled up her sleeves and began to clear the weeds.

Zhao Wujiang stared blankly at the flat ground in front of him, or to be precise, at the two tombstones in front of him.

It's a bit inappropriate to call them all tombstones, because except for the one on the right which is made of bluestone, the tomb on the left is made of stones and earth.

On the stone tomb on the left, there are five words "Tomb of Zhao Changyuan" written crookedly and mottled in carbon black.

On the bluestone tombstone on the right, there are six large characters "The Tomb of My Beloved Wife Yao Yao" written as proudly as a swimming dragon.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes felt hot for no reason and his legs went limp. He staggered towards two tombstones and fell to his knees with a thud.

The girl with braids looked sideways, her eyes red for a moment. She quickly turned her face, raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, and continued to clear away the overgrown weeds in silence.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

The valve of memory in Zhao Wujiang's mind was opened, and the rushing memories swept through his mind.

He leaned his little face against the bluestone tombstone, which felt cold to the bone, but he felt more at ease than he had ever felt before.

There is an evening breeze that whispers softly into my heart.

"Don't be afraid."

"Don't be afraid."

Bingzhou Moushan is thirty-five miles away from Taiyuan.

In the dense forest on the mountain road.

Wang Xi squeezed Zhao Wujiang's hand tightly at this moment, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. Since Zhao Wujiang was brought back by A Fei, his breath was weak, his face was pale, he was trembling all the time, and he kept moaning in his mouth. Although he couldn't hear it clearly, he could feel it.

Extremely fragile.

"Xi'er, how long will it take for the Jianghu Alliance to rush to help?"

There were dark blood stains on Wang Tengfei's coarse linen clothes. In the short two days since Zhao Wujiang was unconscious, they had faced several rounds of fighting. If it hadn't been for the protection of more than a dozen clan elders from their lineage, they would have died long ago.

Last night, Wang Xi dispersed several white pigeons from the Jianghu League. Some flew to the nearby Jianghu League of Hedong Road, some to Chang'an, and some to Lingnan Road further away.

"Almost." Wang Xi's long hair has been tied up again, and her high ponytail is swaying, showing a heroic and sinister appearance.

"Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh"

A few cracks of wind rang out, and several elders from the Wang Yuan clan who had already changed their clothes came back to inquire about the news.

"Third Miss, Second Young Master, the situation is not good. The way forward has been blocked. If you go out of Moushan for at least ten miles, you will encounter someone who will intercept and kill you!"

"wait."

Wang Xi said in a deep voice:

"Chang'an is at most two days away, so she will definitely send someone to come quickly!

If the allies of the Jianghu Alliance rush, they can rush to help at midnight tomorrow. Let's wait. The Wang family's pursuers don't know that we are in Moushan at the moment. Even if they search, they may not be able to find us for a while!"

Wang Tengfei nodded. Although he didn't know who the "she" in Wang Xi's mouth was, since he was so sure, she must be a powerful helping hand. He took off his blood-stained and tattered linen clothes, looked at Zhao Wujiang's pale cheeks, and said in a deep voice:

"After two days of running around, Brother Zhao's breath is still unstable. He must heal his injuries! Otherwise, if he continues to be so bumpy, his injuries will only become more serious!"

The nine clan elders who looked wary around them nodded:

"Let me heal my uncle's injuries first! If he can recover quickly, all problems will be solved!"

"It's a pity that there is almost no Tianshui in the world, otherwise, he would definitely get better!" Wang Xi sighed.

"That's not necessarily the case!"

A chuckle echoed through the dense forest.

"who!"

Wang Xi and others looked alert for a moment, and the nine grandmasters and the clan elders of the grand master slowly retreated, protecting Wang Xi, Wang Tengfei, and Zhao Wujiang in the middle.

The sound of shoes stepping on the soft soil was heard, and a tall figure slowly walked out.

The visitor was a young man, about twenty-five years old, with a handsome appearance, a slightly thin face, a high nose and deep eyes, a slight smile on his mouth, a slightly raised mustache, and a sparse beard on his chin.

Wearing a gray gown, the belt is a piece of rag, bulging like a treasure.

Seeing that Wang Xi and others looked solemn and full of murderous intent, the young man smiled slightly and cupped his fists in salute:

"Don't panic, I'm here to save you!"

Several men walked out behind him, with strong bodies, sinewy faces, and fierce looks.

"Who are you?" A clan elder said coldly. He has the cultivation level of a grand master. He felt that the people in front of him clearly had no advanced cultivation level. The man in the gray shirt who took the lead was only close to the realm of an extraordinary strong man.

The young man smiled indifferently, and kept stroking the rag belt with his left hand, and said lightly:

"Di Renjie, courtesy name Huaiying!"
Chapter completed!