Just then, the shrill howl of a wolf echoed in his ear, Shen Yi's senses came back to him.

Gu Yun: "Ji Ping!"

A few male wolves with shiny fur warned the approaching intruders at a high altitude, then sprang forward to engage in battle. Although they were dressed in civilian clothes, their horses were war steeds. They were not afraid of wolves. With a long neigh, they raised their front hooves and kicked out.

With the Barbarians nearby, Shen Yi could not reveal his Wind Slasher. He bent down and pulled on a pair of iron horse pedals, the sound of metal colliding was heard for several miles in the open and empty field outside the pass, the bloodthirsty wolves bowed their backs in fear.

Shen Yi lowered his voice and asked, "Zi Xi, kill them?"

"What are you saying? We are just two weak scholars passing by." Gu Yun squeezed out a few words from the corner of his mouth, then quickly raised the volume of his voice.

"Don't be afraid, big brother. Don't we have powder to drive off the wolves? Hold on a little longer, I'll find someone to help!"

Shen Yi: "..."

Gu, Zi, Xi!

How could this man play the role of a little white face that runs off in the face of danger so well? As if he had practiced it a thousand times!

The wind outside the gate could change direction at any time. With the advantage on their side, Shen Yi did not fight with that surname Gu. He raised his hand and threw a medicine bag into the air, splitting it with a horsewhip. The roaring wind rolled out the pungent powder, splashing it onto the wolves.

The wolves whimpered and retreated, but the Barbarians who were hiding in the dark probably saw that there were two shit-stirring sticks here, so what they wanted to do today might not be possible. A distant wolf whistle sounded, the wolves retreated with their tails between their legs, leaving a mess on the ground and a tiny figure.

Shen Yi's heart tightened. Before he could see clearly, a breeze passed by. Gu Yun had already urged the horse to move towards it.

"How is it?"

"Still breathing." Gu Yun reached out to him, "Bring the wine bottle."

Shen Yi looked closer and saw that it was a boy of eleven or twelve years old, thin and bare-boned, being held in Gu Yun's arms, he was only a small lump. The boy's body was covered in blood. One hand was hanging softly, it seemed that a bone was broken. The other hand was still clutching a knife.

Gu Yun gently clasped his hand holding the knife. The boy's mind awakened instantly. His dark eyes stared straight into the young general's, like a pair of flints holding flames, which would not extinguish even on the verge of death.

Gu Yun was stunned.

"Wine!"