Though the horse Song Qingshu had seized could be called a fine steed, how could it outrun the pursuers behind them while carrying two people?
Seeing the pursuers drawing ever closer, Song Qingshu directly rode toward a small hill nearby. Calling the nearby rises mountains was somewhat of a stretch; they were only a few dozen meters high, hardly steep or treacherous, and stood isolated from the surrounding terrain. According to military theory, they could be considered dead ground.
Naturally, Song Qingshu did not care about that. He had headed up the hill mainly to use the forest for cover. With his peerless qinggong, fleeing while carrying Guo Jing would be far more convenient than riding a horse. However, if he used qinggong in plain sight while carrying someone and still shook off cavalry pursuit, there were very few people in the world capable of such skill. It would be easy for people to connect it to him.
Thus, deliberately entering the woods was not because he had nowhere else to go. It was to take the opportunity to abandon the horse and flee with Guo Jing on his back. Shielded by the trees, no one would be able to see how he escaped.
After being jostled about all the way, the gravely wounded Guo Jing slowly regained consciousness. Hearing the clamor of Jin soldiers all around and seeing their current surroundings, he quickly realized that the man before him had saved him.
"May I ask this friend's honored name?" Guo Jing had never been the sort to accept favors without repaying them, and he could not help asking.
Song Qingshu casually tore off his mask and said with a smile, "Brother Guo, it's me."
Recognizing him, Guo Jing was both startled and delighted. "Brother Song, is that you?"
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