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In the mountains outside Suzhou City, the clear brilliance of the moonlight made the mountains and fields more and more deserted.
Ye Qinghuan and Zhou Hu wore black robes to hide their faces. The two waited here for a long time, and the other party made an appointment to trade here.
"Master Ye, the time has passed." Zhou Hu reminded. He was wary of his surroundings.
Ye Qinghuan crossed his arms, held the long sword in his hands, and leaned against the big tree. He said slowly: "Wait a minute. Since the other party has made an appointment here, he will not miss the appointment."
Zhou Hu nodded. He thought this was more interesting than being a bodyguard.
One thousand taels of silver per child, this price is several times higher than the black market price. Even those who sell girls in brothels only get about three hundred taels.
Obviously, this buyer was not buying these children.
"Here we come." Ye Qinghuan said.
The next moment, a dark figure walked out of the mountains and fields. The figure was also shrouded in a black robe, and its face could not be seen clearly.
Zhou Hu stepped forward skillfully and asked: "A stick of incense, or a flower?"
Fragrance refers to boys, and flowers refers to girls. This is all slang for human traffickers.
Zhou Hu has been around the world for many years and knows all these things clearly, and he can talk about them decently.
The other party looked at Ye Qinghuan and Zhou Hu and made a low voice. "It doesn't matter. What I want is a child. The age cannot be more than eight years old."
Zhou Hu's mind was quick, and he immediately smiled and asked: "After so many years in this industry, I have seen some who are older, stronger, and have big butts to give birth, but I have never seen those who are smaller than before."
Zhou Hu also wanted to talk more. What brothels want are girls who are as beautiful as flowers and jade, and gambling houses want young people with smart brains. Only poor families in the mountains who can't give birth to children like these children will buy them to continue their incense, and they will give them very little money.
Spending a thousand taels of silver to buy a child is definitely not a fun thing.
The other party's tone was cold and he said: "You only need to do as I ask, and the money will naturally be yours."
A large stack of silver notes appeared in the hands of the man in black robe. At a glance, there were several thousand taels of silver.
Zhou Hu patted his mouth and said with a smile: "I am too talkative. Let's go and take a look at the goods. You can choose for yourself."
With that said, Zhou Hu turned and walked away.
The man in black robe is none other than Uncle Fu from Fan Mansion.
Killing young children, eating people's hearts, can cure all kinds of diseases. Take the heart blood and fry ginseng, and you can live for a hundred years.
Fan Liren's prescription is this rumor, and this rumor is also Fan Liren's prescription.
Sioux City is under martial law, and human traffickers dare not commit crimes. Those homeless children are also heavily protected by the Sioux City Army.
After Fu Bo captured the eight children one after another, he did not dare to risk breaking into the range guarded by Su Chengjun.
Fortunately, there were people in Su City who really didn't take the Su City Army seriously and abducted all the remaining children.
For Fan Liren, and for Uncle Fu, spending some money is nothing. As long as you can find these medicine introductions, money is really nothing.
There is still a child's heart hidden in the ice cellar under the pharmacy.
There is only one drug left, and Uncle Forbes must take precautions to find a new child.
It was quiet late at night.
Zhou Hu shouted: "Hey, walk faster. We don't have time. It won't be easy to handle these things until dawn."
Only then did Fu Bo take steps to follow Zhou Hu.
Buzz!
A sword roar spread out!
The sword was not unsheathed, but the light of the sword was already flickering in the mountains.
Ye Qinghuan took action, and the long sword in his hand flew out, hitting Uncle Fu's abdomen.
"Frost is destroyed!"
Thousands of wind and snow are surging, like a blizzard on the Arctic ice sheet, swallowing up the entire world.
The prototype of the sword intention has taken shape. The wind and snow are both the sword light and the sword light is also the wind and snow. The snow in the summer has grievances, and this snow and wind kills the evil spirits.
Frost Destruction is several times more powerful than the sword called Wind and Snow taught by Li Haomiao.
This is Ye Qinghuan's own martial skill, a martial skill that incorporates Frost Sword Intent.
Uncle Fu stopped and was shocked. He was already in the wind and snow. Frost condensed on the black robe, and the biting cold pierced into Fu Bo's body like countless sharp knives.
Strong... Zhou Hu opened his mouth, feeling that his throat was too dry to say a word. The huge snowstorm in front of him once again made Zhou Hu realize how stunning the young man in front of him was.
What kind of realm Mr. Ye is? This is probably a height that I will never reach in my lifetime.
Ye Qinghuan took one step forward and stepped into the wind and snow. He heard Yu Zhi say that this person could kidnap children from under the eyes of Su Chengjun, so he obviously had some strength.
However, Ye Qinghuan is confident that he can win it.
At this moment, Fu Bo has understood.
Trap, specially set trap. Could it be that they have discovered my identity and traced Fan Mansion?
No, it shouldn't be possible. Otherwise, why hasn't anything happened to Fan Mansion?
What Fu Bo was thinking about was how not to reveal his identity.
The reputation of the Fan family is very important. If the scholarly Fan family is known to have done such outrageous things, the reputation accumulated by the Fan family for generations will be destroyed in one day.
The wind and snow kept covering Fu Bo's body, but the light snowflakes became heavier and heavier, like a mountain pressing on him.
The sword light is raging, and the wind and frost are rushing.
The pale frost and snow were all sharp blades. Fu Bo raised his foot and stamped his feet, letting out a low roar, and the energy from his body spurted out like a flame.
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.
The frost and snow covering Fu Bo's body disappeared without a trace. Since it was a trap, he couldn't entangle it. Taking advantage of the fact that his identity was not exposed, Uncle Fu touched the ground with both feet and flew back toward the mountains behind him.
How could Ye Qinghuan let Uncle Fu go?
The figure changed and turned into a streak of ice and snow flying out.
Everything around him was frozen and lifeless.
Feeling the terrifying cold breath coming from behind, Fu Bo turned around and punched, and a vicious beast rushed towards Ye Qinghuan. It was not known whether it was a wolf or a tiger. Its sharp claws slapped on the wind and snow, shaking it away. The wind and snow turned into diffuse white mist.
Ye Qinghuan remained calm. A bit of ice bloomed from the tip of his sword, and then quickly condensed into streaks of ice in the air. The chill was overwhelming.
"Bing Hua!"
As Ye Qinghuan softly chanted, countless rays of light bloomed. Through the ice blade, the moonlight passed through the frost and snow, turning into countless rainbow-like bright lights.
The glacier sparkled in the forest, condensed into ice, and then broke, piercing through all the trees in the forest.
Pieces of trees fell down, and behind the smooth cuts were unimaginable sharpness.
Among his peers, Ye Qinghuan's swordsmanship is by no means inferior to anyone else. Even compared to Li Haomiao back then, he was no less generous.
The foundation, understanding, and character are all good candidates for practicing swordsmanship.
What Li Haomiao often said was - Xiao Yu'er picked up a swordsman genius just by picking it up. No one else is so lucky.
Uncle Fu only felt the breath of death coming towards his face. He knew that the boy in white behind him would never let him go, but this realm was really scary.
The black robe rustled in the wind and snow, and a corner of his face was revealed in the moonlight.
Fu Bo circulates his true energy, and the surrounding wind, snow and ice are no longer close to him. At the same time, Fu Bo's figure suddenly accelerated, like a wild beast running away in a hurry.
But how could Ye Qinghuan let him leave so easily.
Ye Qinghuan tapped her toes, and the next moment she disappeared into the forest.
He has always been practicing alone at Taoist Academy, and when it comes to swordsmanship, only Bai Yu can compete with him in the entire Kyoto.
But Ye Qinghuan didn't bother to discuss with Bai Yu.
Until he went north, faced with the assassination of black-clad killers, and the persecution of the Ye family and Shaowu Houfu, Ye Qinghuan struggled step by step in life and death.
The swordsmanship became more and more proficient, and the realm also rose to another level.
Ye Qinghuan, who stepped into the opening of the monument, completed a new transformation, just like reading a book a hundred times and realizing its meaning. After understanding his own swordsmanship and creating his own martial arts, he has officially entered the road of swordsmanship.
"One sword causes thunder!"
A cold voice appeared in Fu Bo's ears.
Then a thunderbolt as thick as a century-old tree fell from the sky and landed directly on Fu Bo.
A piece of scorched earth exuded a strong smell, and Fu Bo's figure was beating in the thunder. He could only endure the severe pain and numbness caused by the thunder and escape from this area.
Where did this strong man come from? These martial arts are much stronger than You Yuanju.
Uncle Fu's eyes were sinister. Faced with such powerful martial arts, he had no idea of resistance. However, even though his clothes were broken and scarred, it did not shake his belief in survival.
For the sake of the eldest young master, I must return to Fan Mansion!
The few emotions Fu Bo showed were all about Fan Liren.
For so many years, he has long regarded Fan Liren as his own child.
escape!
Uncle Fu changed direction and rushed towards Ye Qinghuan instead. The burly body looks more like a beast foraging for food in the dark.
"Are you going to fight hard?" Ye Qinghuan held his sword in front, preparing to give the opponent the final blow.
In the previous fights, Ye Qinghuan always suppressed the opponent, and he could roughly estimate that the opponent's level was only around Kaibi's level.
Who else was Ye Qinghuan afraid of in the same situation?
Buzz!
The long sword trembled slightly and made a sword cry.
The moment the two were about to fight, a shadow of a ferocious beast suddenly appeared in Ye Qinghuan's eyes. When he raised his hand to deal with it, the shadow exploded and a green smoke floated in the air.
Ye Qinghuan surged his true energy and dispersed the green smoke, but the smoke was really strange. It was as heavy as pig iron and was difficult to disperse.
What's even more terrifying is that the true energy in Ye Qinghuan's body is like thick mud, which is difficult to mobilize.
A moment later, when Ye Qinghuan dispersed the smoke, there was no trace of Uncle Fu in front of him.
Ye Qinghuan could no longer feel Uncle Fu's breath.
"What a strange martial skill." Ye Qinghuan frowned and sighed helplessly.
If you let the other party run away this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to lure the snake out of the hole again.
The mountains and forests were completely destroyed, with frost hanging on the branches, exuding cold air, and there was still scorched earth on the ground, with bursts of white smoke rising out.
The sword cultivator of the seventh level of the monument can be placed among the tens of thousands of troops to take the heads of enemy generals.
Uncle Fu wanted to escape, but he finally found the opportunity.
Ye Qinghuan looked at the blood on the ground again. The sword just made the beast's shadow explode, and it also fell on Fu Bo.
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An hour later, Ye Qinghuan came to the small courtyard.
Yu Zhi frowned when he learned everything. He didn't expect Ye Qinghuan to miss.
Ye Qinghuan said: "I was negligent."
Yu Zhi didn't mean to blame, he knew that Ye Qinghuan had done his best.
"It's not your fault. The other party kidnapped the child under the defense of Su Chengjun, and obviously has some trump cards."
Yu Zhi sighed and continued: "If we let him escape this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to catch him again."
