The signal flare has three meanings: first, let the East guard the main roads and wait for the ink forest to attack the west; The second is to let those in the village who are responsible for defending Yang Li and other ink immediately rush to the foothills on the north side of Sunset Mountains to find traces of ink forest; The third is to report to Ju Mo Ren, hoping that he can send more people.
After sending out the signal flare, Prissy said, "Let’s continue to talk about whether there is a trap. We can’t cut off the clues. If they really want to cross the sunset mountains, we will follow them."
"Is there such a view in the mountains?" With abortion Yao in his arms, Mo Lin followed Zhu Pingman all the way through the winding narrow path of the cliff-the root is not a road, but probably a path trodden by antelope and other animals.
Along the path, Molin almost got into the belly of the mountain by himself, and the sun was blocked by the mountains around his head. The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and Molin saw that the rocks were full of dark green moss. Obviously, it was dark all year round here.
"Everyone keeps track of the people who get the ink by shielding their breath." Zhu Pingman takes the road ahead. He seems to be familiar with it here. There seems to be no road ahead, but he can always take everyone into a dark place after several turns, and even has leisure time to wake up Mo Lin and Xiao Bai behind him.
"Know the long-winded" small white impatient will need convergence.
Mo Lin also put away his psionic powers and closed his pores. At this moment, they have entered the center of the uninhabited mountains. This is a place where Mo Lin has never been before. If Zhu Ping didn’t lead the way, he would never have imagined that there would be another world suddenly at the corner.
It suddenly occurred to him that his fate, although he was on the run at the moment, who knew if it would be a turning point?
In this way, many sorrows were diluted, and he sighed lightly. His heart temporarily forgot his home, Luo Sandy forgot his friend’s head held high and followed Zhu’s comments.
For the ink forest that has mastered the wind point, even the peak of Wan Ren is as flat as the ground, but it is nothing more than hiding the psionic power to get the ink. Most of the time, he only relies on his physical strength to climb over the difficult mountain road
Fortunately, after the transformation of jade paste and the removal of the troubles of the dragon array, Molin became stronger and stronger. He carried Xiaoyue Yao on his back and was as flexible as apes in the mountains when he encountered steep rocks.
Zhu Pingman led the way until he climbed halfway up the mountain and found a path around Panshan Mountain in the mist.
"Grandpa, how did you find this road?" Mo Lin looked around here, and no one has been here since the beginning of heaven and earth. I really don’t know if Zhu Ping Man knows that there is such a path in the depths of this desolate mountain range.
"I drink monkey wine only in this sunset mountain range, but the monkeys don’t drink enough wine. I can keep looking for new monkeys in the mountains. This path was also discovered by accident when I was looking for monkeys." Zhu commented on the road.
Mo Lin shook his head with a wry smile. When he saw Zhu Ping’s wine bottle gourd, he couldn’t help asking, "If you go to Liangzhou, it will be difficult to find monkey wine here again."
Zhu Pingman stared back at Molin. "You will give me trouble when you are young. I will teach you a set of land flying things in the future. You are responsible for coming to the sunset mountains to find me a drink."
"It’s easy to say". Molin heard that he had a collar to learn, and of course he readily promised to come.
"Then listen to this trick. Some people in your Mohist school will know it, but their techniques are more unique and can confuse the enemy …" Zhu commented on it.
Mo Lin couldn’t help rejoicing when he heard Zhu Ping’s story. He said it was not the other way, but the ghosting technique.
The mountain road is winding and rugged, but with Professor Zhu Pingman, Mo Lin doesn’t feel long. While climbing the mountain, he wondered about Zhu Pingman’s teaching, but unfortunately he couldn’t test it himself immediately.
"Hiss … someone!" Xiaobai’s team stopped suddenly at last and looked around. They were in the narrow path of Panshan Mountain, surrounded by towering peaks and strange rocks, with clouds like white veils and dense shrubs flowing. This place is simply a dangerous place, and it will be very troublesome if it is ambushed.
"Before the pursuer, after the interception, I was in trouble this time." Zhu Ping Man also stopped to look up at the Mid-levels.
"Mohists are really annoying, just like a group of flies buzzing around. If I hadn’t seen the boss, I would have killed them one by one." Xiaobai was very angry.
Mo Lin also noticed that seven smells in front of him were approaching rapidly not far away, and there were several smells hidden behind him and overhead.
"Come out, don’t hide. Does the Mohist have a sneak attack?" Zhu Pingman simply shouted, and his heroic voice echoed in the mountains and inspired him to come back for a long time.
"Who is Ge and what will be with Mo Lin?" A tone head rings.
Ink Lin looked up and saw Prissy and several dark places appear in the middle of the mountain. They all held huge mechanical crossbows in their hands and aimed at them with cold light.
Zhu Pingman didn’t answer Priscilla’s question and looked up and asked, "You ran so fast that you actually copied to our road ahead. It seems that you are familiar with this place."
"How can Mohist school not know this path on the edge of sunset mountains?" Prissy didn’t immediately make an arrow. He was a cautious man and didn’t want to make a move until he knew Zhu Pingman’s identity.
Zhu Pingman gave a wry smile and scratched his head. "I can’t live with you. I didn’t expect the geese to peck at me all the year round. Forget it. I’ll send you to rest."
The words sound just fell and footsteps sounded behind him. Looking back, Mo Lin was a few old friends.
Zhong Man and the Three Musketeers appeared behind them and stopped their way home without saying a word.
Zhong Man drew out his waist sword, Tang Chuan tightened his back with a wooden case belt, Nie Renlong took out a big pocket of gray cloth, and Zhang Junyan held a shiny bronze mirror in his hand. Four people looked at Mo Lin with strange and hostile eyes, which made Mo Lin’s heart like pouring a pot of cold water.
There is a strong bow and crossbow aiming at the top of the head, and there is the ink pursuer behind him, but Zhu Pingman and Xiao Bai are paying attention to the corner of the mountain road ahead
Small white twitched nose "Mohist old bones out? To deal with the boss is really money. "
Zhu review diffuse eyebrows a wrinkly, "what you said …" He looked at the end of the path a moment later, and sure enough, several figures appeared in Molin. At first sight, they were Yang Li and Luo Sandy.