"Let's make an agreement first. Unless things get out of control, I won't take action." An old man and a young man returned together. Before they entered the door, they heard Wu Shuang yelling at the top of his voice in the house, and the thin horse waiting in the lower floor of the hut became excited. , the gradually rounding horse's belly trembled twice, snorted a few times in anger, and closed his eyes again. This skinny horse can no longer be called a skinny horse. Ever since the fright, this horse seems to have changed its personality. No one knows that this horse has become fat and strong in just ten days. A pile of fodder was accumulated and pressed neatly in all directions. The porcelain was so solid that it was completely eaten by this tamper. Even the chaff that was fed to the chickens was destroyed, and the bottom was bare. Zhu Yeqing had no choice but to do so. Originally he was a vegetarian. He only wanted to raise chickens and ducks to add a little more life to the silence. How could he prepare so much extra food? This would be a good time. The thin horse grabbed the wooden stakes. The hooves were kicking wildly, and the dust was blowing in the face. The chickens and ducks that had no food in their bellies were also suffering. The horses' hooves, which were mostly about the width of a hand, were either dead or injured. They had to huddle in the corner of the fence, watching the tamped goods go crazy. Wu Shuang didn't care, and Zhu Yeqing had no choice but to make his own decisions. He untied the thin horse and let it roam around to find food, which made it feel more at ease.
The old snake smiled. He really didn't care whether Wu Shuang cared about it or not. He had two false thoughts. Maybe in the eyes of gods like Wu Shuang, he was not even a stuffy person. At most, he was just a human-like worm. Naturally, he couldn't blame the old snake. Snakes are not good at it, so there are countless masters in the world who live in solitary confinement, either in seclusion in the sect's Yunshan Mountains in order to make further progress, or they are looking for hard-to-find talents and beautiful jade, passing down their mantles and legacy until their death. , supporting the lifeline of the entire sect. I have to say that this is very different from the fairy-like behavior that the world imagines, but it is indeed human nature.
Who is willing to die due to the end of his cultivation? Who is not afraid that the sect he has devoted all his efforts to establish will fall apart after his death? With all the things in the world, how can we be free?
Although it is not as good as the previous ones, it is more than enough. Among today's cultivators, Xu Nian Realm is already considered a strong player. I think others have never expected that picking orchid grass in the barren mountains will eventually lead to a master being forcibly fed over time. Asking Wu Shuang for help is just a matter of worry. After all, no one wants to provoke this person, let alone have any thoughts of becoming an enemy.
The two of them entered the room, and the young man hung up his white robe by the window, and then sat at the table. Old Snake also followed him into the room and took a seat. The three of them stared at each other, but the young man still said with a playful smile, "Master, you are so stubborn. , How can I kill the village alone, even though..." The young man stopped, glanced at the old man with lingering fear, and calmly moved the bench towards Wu Shuang before continuing.
"Besides, I guess there are so many tough bandits on the mountain. How many nails can you hit if you are covered with iron? After all, you are too old. What should you do if you are outnumbered and killed by one person?"
"I don't care." Wu Shuang folded his arms and closed his eyes, tilting his head to show that the matter was none of his business and that he could not get any promises from him. "Besides, who said that he can kill alone? There are three people sitting in the room. If I don't go, won't you still be there?" Yun Zhong glared, "My disciple has never killed anyone and has never fought with anyone. He is chopping firewood and practicing swordsmanship. It's been more than half a year since I climbed up the stairs and it was broken into pieces. What if you, as my disciple, tell others to chop it up? Besides, the disciple still has to keep his life while the master is old and frail and takes care of him."
The young man was quite satisfied with his words and felt that they were extremely pertinent. Although the master seemed to be merciless in the past, it could be seen from all the details that he still loved his apprentice in his heart. He used both soft and hard tactics. I think the master could let him go. However, despite all his calculations, he failed to predict that Zhu Yeqing next to him would open his mouth.
"I don't think it's trivial for me. The previous move to climb up the stairs was so wonderful. Even though the final move was not strong enough, it was still as powerful as a rainbow." The young man looked at the old snake angrily, and the lingering fear in his heart disappeared. I feel like my heart and liver are shaking with anger. What is this? With good intentions, he persuaded his master to lend a helping hand, but he got involved instead. This place had beautiful mountains and clear waters, so it must have many geomantic treasures. Even so, he didn't want to bury himself here.
"Besides, who said you are the only disciple I have? I almost forgot to tell you that you are the fourth under my sect, otherwise I will call you little fourth from now on?" Wu Shuang said with a smile, the flesh on his face bunched up, like A golden chrysanthemum in late autumn.
The successive shocks made it difficult for the young man to recover for a while. What does it mean to be as powerful as a rainbow? It was purely out of fright that I had no choice but to resort to this move. It was not over yet. The identity that I had secretly prepared as the founder of the mountain was purely self-inflicted. Three senior brothers who I had never met appeared in front of me out of nowhere, and I picked it up inexplicably. He was given the name of Little Fourth, which sounded indecent, and he died of old age, which made him feel sad for a while.
"Get ready. We'll set out this evening. Zhuyeqing will take action, and you'll just have to watch." Wu Shuang finished her sentence and waddled out of the thatched hut to play with the chickens.
The night is getting darker, and there are no watchmen in the mountains, so the time is generally an estimate. In fact, wherever ordinary people gather, no matter in the prosperous counties, towns or remote counties, there are watchmen. They are arranged by the government, and the watchmen are called every night. It's just that the sky is dry and things are dry, so be careful with the fire. It is customary to use the hour of Xu as the first watch, the hour of Hai as the second watch, the hour of Zi as the third watch, the hour of Chou as the fourth watch, etc., in order.
At about Moxu time, that is, at dusk, the young man put on white clothes and went out to wait, despite all his reluctance. Even if he made an appointment with the young man to raid the formation in advance, he would only watch what was going on around him. His sword had no eyes, and if someone really wanted to discover it, he would not be able to avoid a tough battle. When he first came out of the martial arts world, Yun Zhong was really unsure about his three-legged cat swordsmanship. But since the master has spoken, even if he usually breaks the rules and makes jokes, he will inevitably obey. Borrowing three minutes of moonlight, the young man gently drew his sword and looked at it. The light and shadow were floating in the air.
Zhu Yeqing was fully prepared, put on a black night clothes, put two fire poles in her arms, and stepped out.
I saw the moonlight like a wash, the black clouds supporting the moon, the white clothes under the moon, the clear breeze and the bright moon.
There is a son in the Yun family, and he hangs his sword freely.
