Chapter 68： Hero saves beauty is monk (1/2)

In the bustling city, the mad carriage woke up, the people dodged, and the screams continued.

Soon Chu Qingyan dimly felt that the shouts were gradually gone, and only the horse hissed violently.

Chu Qingyan opened her eyes, and it happened that the curtain of the car was lifted up by the horse. She looked confused, but widened her eyes in a flash, her eyes panicked.

Can't blame her for fear, because there is no road in front of the carriage, it is the city wall of Kyoto.

But the horse seemed so imperceptible that he rushed forward in a rush, without seeing a slowdown.

Is she going to die here?

Despair erupted in Chu Qingyan's heart.

I really want to take a look at father and mother.

She closed her eyes hopelessly.

Xiao Xu couldn't find her, would she come?

Will there be a miracle?

There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth. At this critical moment, he was the first person to think of him!

The horseshoes screamed and stepped on the dust.

Faintly heard the tower bell sound, the sound of wooden fish.

Chu Qingyan didn't care, but apparently felt that the bumpy carriage seemed to be cushioned, and the screaming horse sounded weak.

As a result, the tower bells are brittle, and the wooden fish is moving. With the unvoiced spell, it seems to surround the ears, like a sweltering and turbulent land suddenly falling down.

Chu Qingyan was surprised that the carriage slowly slowed down, and in the blink of an eye, it had stopped slowly.

Chu Qingyan didn't think much about it, and immediately opened the curtain, but he felt stunned when he saw his situation.

Just three steps away from the horse is the city wall. The solid wall built by the off-white stone blocks makes Chu Qingyan's face pale, she dares not to stay, drags her body and rolls down quickly, for fear of the horse Go crazy again.

One step instability, fell to the ground, raised the dust all over the ground, choked the dust, the whole person is very embarrassed, but at a critical point of life and death, who cares about this image?

And just when Chu Qingyan was about to get up with both hands, she heard the tower bell again, but the difference was that this time was close at hand.

”Women, are you okay?” The unvoiced sound came into the ear, like the wind, rain, soft and not charming, and the moistening was thin and silent.

When she heard the news, she saw a white-cloth brocade standing in front of the horse, looking at it from the angle of her short dust. The red-brown horsehair blocked the man's face, and only saw a hand with a holy aperture. On the horse's head, it seemed to soothe some agitated horses. It is amazing that the horse really quieted under his caress.

When the horse stopped snoring, the white man moved slightly and walked around the horse.

She looked at the person, and seemed to spread a moonlight silver sea in front of him, and he stepped on the lotus step by step, blooming, step by step.