Yang Qiuchi observed the ground and found that there were bumps and horseshoe marks everywhere on the road. Not to mention the big horses like Song Yuner, if it were him, it would be difficult to track them based on the horseshoe marks.

After running forward for more than an hour, I slanted into a path of sheep intestines. After running for a while, I saw waves splashing, and the red horse had already stepped into a river that was waist-deep.

Now, Yang Qiuchi gave up completely. The water would flush away the smell. Even if Song Yuner and the others used the little black dog, they would not be able to track it when they arrived here.

The red horse stepped forward with the water splash and slowly flooded the horse's belly. Yang Qiuchi's palm had already been immersed in the water. The river water in early spring was still cold and bone-black, and water droplets splashed on Yang Qiuchi's face from time to time.

The speed slowed down, and Yang Qiuchi's stomach, which had suffered all the bumps, finally felt a little better. He tried to look at the woman's shoes with his eyes squinted, trying to judge something from this.

The woman was wearing a pair of black thin-soled fast boots, embroidered with golden lace, and the handmade was exquisite. Just from these shoes, Yang Qiuchi couldn't tell anything, and he didn't dare to talk to her, so he had to continue making a dull gourd.

After crossing the river, I trotted upstream along the river for a stick of incense, and then slowly climbed up along a winding path of sheep intestine.

The branches of thatched shrubs on the side of the road kept cutting Yang Qiuchi's arms, leaving small holes. Yang Qiuchi bumped all the way, his head was hanging upside down, and his whole body was about to fall apart. He didn't care about this little wound in his heart.

After leaving for another half an hour, Yang Qiuchi couldn't hold on anymore and gasped and said, "Miss, I'm in a hurry!"

The woman didn't say anything.

"Hey! I'm in a hurry! I can't stand it anymore!"

Still ignore it.

"Hey! I want to defecate! I'm going to pull it out soon!" Yang Qiuchi said in a furious manner.

The red horse finally stopped. The woman grabbed Yang Qiuchi's back and threw it out. Yang Qiuchi flew up like a cloud and mist, and then fell firmly on a piece of grass. Although the grass was soft, Yang Qiuchi, who was bumping all the way, still made the stars in front of her. She lay on the grass and couldn't get up after a long time.

Yang Qiuchi found that his hands and feet could move. It was a little strange. Did the woman have already untied her vagina the moment she threw herself down?

The woman said coldly, "I will only give you a cup of tea!" The silver bell was as crisp and pleasant as the ears, but as cold as frost.

Yang Qiuchi knew that such a martial arts man kept his word. He was not really anxious, but just wanted to take this opportunity to move his muscles and bones. If he continued to bump like this, he would be beaten to death without being killed.

Yang Qiuchi deliberately kept moaning, struggled to get up slowly, and looked around the corners of his eyes to see if there was any chance to escape.

The woman's voice came from behind: "If you want to escape, try it."

Yang Qiuchi knew that in front of such a master, he was really like a baby, with no room for resistance. Yang Qiuchi then rubbed his stomach and touched his Xiaobing's 77-style pistol tied to the inside of his small retreat, and his heart was wide open. Before the pistol had fallen, he immediately had a bottom.

However, Yang Qiuchi was not going to use a gun. At least not now. The woman just repelled Song Yuner, Nangong Xiong and Xia Ping with one move. She had a very high martial arts skills, but now her hands and feet are sore and weak, and she still needs to open insurance and load them. She will not have a second chance against such masters if she misses one blow.

Besides, Qin Zhihui and Song Qing’s two concubines were still in the hands of others, and they killed her and went to find them wherever they could go. So Yang Qiuchi decided not to use a gun unless it was absolutely necessary.

Yang Qiuchi sat on the grass and looked at the woman and asked, "You snatched my two concubines' land, right?"

The woman did not answer. The mountain wind blew the Buddha, and her veil floated gently, and she could see her snow-white neck.

"Why did you steal my concubine? Did I offend you?" Yang Qiuchi suddenly became angry when he thought of this problem. "Where did you put my concubine?"

Still no answer.

Yang Qiuchi was even more angry and shouted: "Hey! Are you deaf or mute? I'm asking you!"

The woman still didn't say anything.

"I understand. You fell in love with me and got angry that I took my concubine, so I snatched them away so that I could marry you?" Yang Qiuchi laughed out loudly and exaggeratedly. "Although I, Yang Qiuchi, are more lustful, I don't like you, an ugly monster!"

The woman seemed to have not heard Yang Qiuchi's words, and it seemed that Yang Qiuchi was not saying anything, so she didn't say a word.

Yang Qiuchi laughed: "If you didn't want to marry me, why are you robbing my concubine? If you weren't an ugly monster, why are you doing with your face covering?"

The woman finally spoke, her voice cold: "It's time for a cup of tea!" Then, she immediately rose from the jujube and landed in front of Yang Qiuchi.

Yang Qiuchi shouted, and was about to roll down the mountain, but something was blocking it. When he looked closely, it was the woman's feet wearing black embroidered thin-soled fast boots. Then the woman grabbed her body in the air and clamped it under her armpits.

Last time, Yang Qiuchi didn't pay attention in horror, but this time he was very awake. He felt the woman's waist soft and smelled a faint fragrance again. This fragrance is very familiar. Where have you smelled it?

The woman walked to the red horse with Yang Qiuchi in her arms and was about to put Yang Qiuchi on the saddle.

Yang Qiuchi shouted, "Are you Yun'er's master?"

The woman stopped, then slowly placed Yang Qiuchi on the grass and asked coldly, "How did you know?"

"The spices you both use are the same, and the weapons and short swords are the same! When Yun'er chased you down the rope just now, she said to you, 'Wait, he is my brother! Don't catch him!' instead of 'Stop, let him go!' It means that Yun'er has recognized you!"

The woman said nothing. She was wearing a veil, only showing her bright black eyes, staring at Yang Qiuchi coldly.

"I'm right?" Yang Qiuchi said proudly. Since she knew that she was Yun'er's master, she would definitely have a purpose to snatch Qin Zhihui and Song Qing away. It is not difficult to guess this purpose. It is nothing more than to make herself better to Song Yun'er and take her as a concubine. Promise her, Song Yun'er is also very good anyway. Although she looks like a boy, she has never lost herself to being her own concubine.

Yang Qiuchi knew that he would not be in danger, so he felt relieved and relaxed. He looked at the woman up and down curiously, deliberately exaggeratedly, looked at her veiled face, and shook her head.

The woman asked coldly: "What are you doing when you shake your head?"

"Yun'er lied to me. She said that her master was in her early thirties, but now I see you, at most in her early twenties - Humph! This Yun'er dares to lie to his brother! You must repair her when you go back!"

Yang Qiuchi thought to himself that what a thirty-year-old woman feared the most was that others said she was old. Although this woman had a very high martial arts skills, she must be the same as other women in this regard. She would definitely be happy when she heard her praises her. After a while, she became familiar with each other. At that time, she would find a way to get her two concubines back.

However, when he looked over proudly, he realized that he was wrong. The woman's bright black eyes were still cold and chilling, without any smile.

Yang Qiuchi's smile froze, unwilling to fail, he continued to slap the horse: "You snatched my concubine away and left me a note to claim to be old? Are you 20 years old?"

The woman said, "Stop talking nonsense! Let's go!" The voice sounded even colder than before.

Yang Qiuchi asked embarrassedly, "Where to go?"

"You will know when you arrive!"

"But I haven't had any convenience yet!"

The woman snorted and waved her hand.

Yang Qiuchi quickly trotted and hid behind a big rock. Since she knew that she was Song Yuner's master, that is, the one who stole the concubine, she wanted to take this opportunity to get her concubine back, so she would not even leave, not to mention running away at this time.

After the convenience, Yang Qiuchi ran back and said, "Let's go." Thinking of the bumps along the way, he immediately said, "Master, don't put me horizontally on the back of the horse, okay? It hurts my stomach and my whole body is about to fall apart."

The woman said, "I am not your master, don't scream!"

"You are Yun'er's master, Yun'er is my sister. I will call you Master with my sister, that's right."

The woman snorted: "No! Now I can only call me senior!"

"When will you call you master?" Yang Qiuchi's heart moved. Could she want to accept me as her disciple? That's not possible. She only learned martial arts in her twenties. She didn't even have to say anything about her hard work, and she would be exhausted to death. Thinking of this in her heart, she said it out directly.

"Dream!" the woman snorted; "Stop talking nonsense, get on the horse!"

The woman had a weird temper, so she had to be careful. Yang Qiuchi didn't dare to ask too much, and stepped on the horse on the top and sat on the saddle. He turned his head and asked the woman strangely, "Senior, I'm on the horse, where are you sitting?"

The woman flew on one foot and flew onto a horse. She sat behind Yang Qiuchi, grabbed his waist and lifted it forward, letting him sit between the saddle and the horse's neck. Then she jumped into the saddle and sat down.

Yang Qiuchi felt a little embarrassed. It turned out that the person didn't want to let him sit on the saddle. He was about to speak to hide his words. The woman grabbed the horse's belly and ran up the mountain along the mountain road.

Yang Qiuchi had no place to step on his feet and had no place to grab his hands. The horse moved and almost threw him down. The woman grabbed his shoulder and then stabilized. Yang Qiuchi quickly clamped the horse's neck with both feet and grabbed a cube of horse's hair with both hands.

The woman held Yang Qiuchi's shoulder and rode a horse with a steady neck.
Chapter completed!