Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Mo Qiushui's face turned ashen. She, the dignified magistrate of Hengjiang County, was being used as a human shield.

But she simply couldn't get out of the way.

Behind her was a cliff; if she stepped aside, Hong Lang would immediately be exposed to the other party's attacks.

The two masked men exchanged a glance and communicated for a moment.

The masked man wielding the dagger lowered his voice and said, "I'll hold her off, you kill the kid."

"it is good."

The two moved at the same time.

The tall, masked man struck Mo Qiushui's left side with a palm strike, while the masked man wielding a short knife slashed at Mo Qiushui's right side. The two worked in perfect harmony, forming a pincer attack that forced Mo Qiushui to retreat.

She took a step back.

Hong Lang also took a step back.

Behind me was the edge of a cliff.

Mo Qiushui glanced at the edge of the cliff out of the corner of her eye, her heart skipped a beat, and she shouted, "Don't back down! There's a precipice behind us!"

Hong Lang looked back and saw that his toes were less than three feet from the edge of the cliff. Below was a vast, white abyss, and a cold wind howled up from the valley floor, whipping up a flurry of snowflakes.

The two masked men also saw this scene, and a ruthless glint flashed in their eyes at the same time.

"One last blow, send him down," the tall, masked man whispered.

The two attacked simultaneously.

The tall, masked man struck Mo Qiushui with a palm strike, while the masked man wielding a short knife swept his blade horizontally, blocking Mo Qiushui's retreat and forcing her to continue backing away.

Mo Qiushui gritted her teeth, blocked with her longsword, and with a "clang," she blocked the short knife, but was pushed back two steps by the fierce palm wind.

Two steps.

Hong Lang lost his footing.

In that instant, he felt as if the world had turned upside down, the wind was whistling in his ears, and snowflakes were blinding him.

He instinctively reached out and grabbed Mo Qiushui's sleeve.

Mo Qiushui had already regained her balance, but the sudden pulling force caused her to lose her balance as well.

"you--"

Before they could finish speaking, the two of them plunged off the cliff together.

Two masked men rushed to the edge of the cliff and looked down. They saw two figures growing smaller and smaller until they disappeared into the vast snow and mist.

The tall, masked man was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "She fell too, what should we do..."

The masked man wielding the dagger removed his mask, revealing a gloomy face; it was Ning Cheng.

He whispered, "We didn't kill her; she fell down on her own."

"The prefect..." Gong Jie also took off his mask, his brows furrowed.

This is terrible. I only wanted to kill Hong Lang, but I didn't expect that Mo Qiushui would also fall off the cliff.

If Mo Wentian were to investigate, Zhou Liang wouldn't be able to protect them either.

Ning Cheng sheathed his dagger: "With no one to testify, no one will know it was us."

The two turned and left. The wind and snow intensified, gradually erasing the footprints on the cliff edge, as if nothing had ever happened.

The wind howled sharply, and ice blades sliced ​​through the face.

Hong Lang felt as if he was falling into an endless white abyss, the world turned upside down, unable to see anything clearly or grasp anything.

The moment Mo Qiushui's sleeve slipped from his hand, his heart skipped a beat. It was all over.

However, after only a few breaths of falling, a sharp pain came from his back; it was the slope.

The steep mountainside was covered with thick snow. The two tumbled down the snow slope, snow spraying everywhere, with pebbles mixed in.

Hong Lang instinctively curled up to protect his head and face, only hearing the dull thud and Mo Qiushui's suppressed groans.

It rolled for an unknown amount of time before finally stopping.

Hong Lang lay on the snow, every part of his body aching.

He propped himself up and found that his left shoulder, which had already been slapped, was now in excruciating pain, and he guessed that the bone was fractured.

"Magistrate Mo...?"

He struggled to his feet and looked around.

Mo Qiushui lay not far away, half of her body buried in the snow, her face as pale as paper, her eyes tightly closed.

Hong Lang rushed over and reached out to check her breath.

There's still air.

But the breath was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

He carefully pulled her out of the snow and found that her left leg was twisted at an unnatural angle.

"Magistrate Mo! Wake up!" Hong Lang patted her face.

Mo Qiushui frowned, her lips moved slightly but no sound came out, and her body trembled slightly.

Hong Lang looked up and around.

This is a deep canyon with steep, sheer cliffs on both sides, and only a sliver of hazy sky visible overhead.

The snow covered everything, making it impossible to tell whether the ground was made of stone or soil.

A cold wind rushed in from the mouth of the canyon, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

We can't stay here.

Hong Lang gritted his teeth, helped Mo Qiushui up from the snow, and carefully carried her on his back.

She was lighter than he had imagined, but Hong Lang himself was also covered in injuries, and every step he took felt like walking on a knife's edge.

"Magistrate Mo, please don't die!" He gasped for breath, shuffling forward with each step. "If you die, the prefect will skin me alive."

There was no response from behind.

The canyon was not wide, and there were several cracks in the mountain walls on both sides. The torrents traveled along the mountain walls for a while and finally found a cave entrance that was barely big enough for a person to pass through.

The entrance to the cave is small and half-covered by snow; it is almost impossible to spot unless you look closely.

He carried Mo Qiushui on his back and squeezed in sideways.

It wasn't much warmer inside the cave than outside, but at least there was no wind.

Hong Lang gently placed Mo Qiushui on the ground, then turned around and moved a few stones to block the entrance of the cave. He then scooped up some snow to seal the gaps, thus completely blocking the cold wind from outside.

The cave was shrouded in darkness, with only faint light filtering in from between the rocks.

Hong Lang sat down against the cave wall, all the pain from his injuries surging up at once, making him wince in pain.

He paused for a while before turning to look at Mo Qiushui.

Mo Qiushui lay there, motionless.

Hong Lang moved closer and reached out to touch her forehead.

It's cold.

Her lips had turned purple, her face was almost transparently white, she was curled up in a ball, her teeth were chattering slightly, but her body gradually stopped trembling.

Hong Lang's heart sank.

This is not a good thing.

The shivering has stopped, which means that the body temperature has dropped to a dangerous level and the body is almost unable to even shiver anymore.

He had heard people say that in extremely cold places, the most frightening people are not those who are still complaining about the cold, but those who are no longer "cold," which means they are not far from death.

He himself didn't seem to feel anything.

Hong Lang looked down at his hands. A thin layer of frost had formed on his skin, but his body was warm inside, as if the cold had nothing to do with him.

The word "cold resistance" truly saved his life at that moment.

But Mo Qiushui is not an option.

Her injuries were too severe; she would freeze to death in this cave within an hour.

Hong Lang gritted his teeth and reached out to unbutton Mo Qiushui's collar.

The moment his fingers touched her neck, Mo Qiushui suddenly opened her eyes.

"What...are you doing..." Her voice was hoarse and weak, almost squeezed out from between her teeth.

"I'll save your life." Hong Lang didn't stop and continued to unbutton her clothes.

Mo Qiushui, with a sudden burst of strength, grabbed her collar.

"no……"

"Mo Qiushui!" Hong Lang exclaimed anxiously, "What time is it? You're still talking to me like this? Do you want to die here?"