God's Summoner

Chapter 1901 Junmo is born! ! !

The night passed quickly, the sun began to rise, and the sky gradually became brighter.

Wen Zhong, who had rested overnight, looked more energetic. Under Yu Qing's service, he combed his gray hair, and then boarded the carriage again, and was escorted by a cavalry squad of dozens of people, and moved forward slowly.

"Da da da!!!"

The sound of hooves shaking the snow.

Under the snow and soil, the bones of the people who died tragically last night may be trembling deep in the ground.

At the same time, in the depths of Mount Emei.

As early as when Zhao Gongming cultivated himself on Mount Emei, it was a very famous scenic spot in southern Xinjiang.

At this moment, on an extremely steep, extremely remote, and seldom-visited mountain path, there are two extremely handsome white horses walking among the white snow, with clear hooves.

On one of the white horses sat a man.

This man, with a tall crown and a broad belt, is quite handsome, but he is a bit too rigid and upright. No matter how the horse under his crotch sways on the mountain road, his upper body remains absolutely straight, just...just like the top of his head. Like the high crown he wore.

Behind him, there is a child who looks like a book boy who looks no more than eleven or twelve years old, riding on the white horse behind him.

Comparing with Xiong Jun's tall horse body, the child looked even more cute. He looked ahead and asked in a childish voice, puzzled.

"Master Jun Mo, didn't you say you wanted to take me around the world? But why did you suddenly go back to the mountain?"

The man suddenly smiled heartily when he heard the words, and spoke loudly.

His voice was extremely loud and upright, and it blew up the mountain road, shaking the snow in the surrounding forests and falling.

"Haha, I only found out when I went down the mountain this time that His Majesty the Qin Emperor had already dismantled the forces of Xiqi and Chengtang, and he was even more proud to 'kill' the remnants of Xiqi. Even Xiqi and Jiang Ziya were picked up by Qin's fierce generals In the army."

Listening to these words, the little book boy thought... what does this have to do with us?
Jun Mo did not see the surprised face of the little book boy behind him, and continued to talk freely.

"The two armies were defeated, and the three mountain passes were broken. The vast southern border is now full of Qin land. Although I, Jun Mo, is only a scholar, I also have passion and pride in my heart. Fight the enemy side by side with His Majesty the Emperor of Qin."

"But...but what does this have to do with our return to the mountain?"

The little book boy finally couldn't bear it any longer, and asked with pouty mouth.

"Haha..." Jun Mo laughed when he heard the words, turned around and said, "It's better to be happy alone than to be happy together. Both of us, master and apprentice, are going to defect to Qin, how can we not bring people from the village with us? Besides, Are you willing to part with your father and mother? Are you willing to part with your unmarried daughter-in-law?"

After hearing these words, the little book boy didn't know whether he missed his father or his mother, or his wife, his immature face immediately turned red, and his voice became quieter.

"Master Jun Mo, then...then let's go back quickly."

Having said that, the little book boy paused for a moment, then spoke again.

"Master Jun Mo, why don't you take me to fly there? It's like when you brought everyone in the village here during the bloody robbery in southern Xinjiang."

Hearing this sentence, Jun Mo's expression suddenly became serious, and he said solemnly.

"I've said it many times. As the saying goes... reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. The scenery here is worse than anything in the world. You can walk slowly back to the village with me, enjoying the scenery and pure heart to help you practice. In this way , maybe you can travel thousands of miles."

The little book boy sighed helplessly, thinking that traveling thousands of miles is worth it, but walking around slowly every day, looking at the same scenery and seeing the distance of thousands of miles, who else can bear it except you, Master?
At this moment, a wind suddenly blew up in the mountains... Slightly sweet! ! !
Jun Mo looked up at the sky, frowned slightly, suddenly his heart moved, he changed his smile like a spring breeze before, his face was as cold as frost in the blink of an eye, and he yelled wildly.

"court death!!!"

While drinking heavily, he stretched out his hand and made a backward move.

Immediately, the sword case that the little book boy held in his arms flew into his hand.

The next moment, Jun Mo lightly stepped on the horse's back, his wide sleeves fluttering, and landed in the snow forest beside the mountain road, as if he was about to leave.

The little book boy shouted anxiously: "Master Jun Mo, where are you going?"

"Something happened in the village, come back slowly by yourself."

Jun Mo said coldly, the figure had already begun to appear unreal.

"But...but this is not the right way to the village..." the little book boy shouted again.

"The straightest road is the shortest, and the shortest road is the right road..." Jun Mo's voice came from the snowy forest, and his voice faded away.

And when the word "Zhenglu" reached the little bookboy's ears, his people no longer knew where they had gone.

……

The shortest way is the right way.

In the snowy forest, Jun Mo's toes stepped deeply into the soft snow. With a bow on the back of his instep, the muscles of his calf were tightly bound into silk, and his explosive power burst out. His whole body turned into a terrifying sharp arrow and rushed forward. go.

This charge had a frightening momentum, and he was able to pass through the snowy forest covering a thousand zhang in a short time.

During the fast walk, each of Jun Mo's feet will be deeply stepped into the soil, and then he will rush forward with a strong reaction force. Although his posture is extremely ugly, his speed is faster than a sharp arrow. The intervals are often twenty feet apart, but...

The distance swept away is a neat thousand feet every time.

So just now, when he rode a white horse slowly along the mountain road to a distant village, Jun Mo used his body to carve out a road, as if he had been written a soul-stirring word by a heavenly being.

In the snowy forest, the usually soft branches had turned into powerful whippings on Jun Mo's face when he was traveling at a high speed.

Fortunately, Jun Mo's physical strength is extremely strong, and when these branches, which are too weak to dodge or do not want to dodge, touch his face, all he can feel is a gentle brushing, just like the five-year-old boy in the village. Girl, like brushing her cheek from the tip of her hair.

He felt relaxed, but many branches were unlucky. They were hit by this humanoid harvester. When the branches touched his body, the high-speed collisions dispersed one after another, turning into debris and flying all over the sky.

As he walked through the plants all the way, he threw countless leaf debris along the way.

At the same time, Wen Zhong's cavalry had just left the village, and a small group of cavalry guards in charge of the rear were considering whether to set fire to the village, but suddenly, a cavalry guard saw a change in the distant snowy forest with their eyes. Immediately my heart moved slightly.

However, before he opened his mouth to warn, the snow forest was all shaken, as if there were ferocious beasts spouting wildly.

Then, all of a sudden, a cloud of blue smoke came from a distance and landed in the village, splashing countless dust and snow.

This blue smoke is exactly...

Jun Mo! ! !

(End of this chapter)