"I thought this knife would have to wait for many years."
Ye Zhai smiled, not forcefully, but rather relieved, "No matter whether my actions are right or wrong in my opinion, in this place, we will always have enemies and grudges. If Gang Leader He hadn't used this sword today, he would have done it in the future." There will definitely be someone who will step up to the Tiantai Mountains and reveal a move that he has hidden for many years. There is no way to avoid it and the only way to do it is to take it head-on."
"But having said that, if you and I are fighting a life-and-death fight without dodge or dodge, it would be a great blessing to at least get something happy."
He Zhaoling's body was covered with numerous wounds, and he looked much more embarrassed than Ye Zhai, but the deep knife wound between the latter's waist and ribs was also shocking, and the hem of his green clothes was covered with pink.
Nowadays, no one can tell who is up or down, but both sides suffer losses. It is no longer as indifferent as it was at the beginning. It is rare to be able to talk freely and stop talking.
"Do you regret it?" He Zhaoling also smiled, put away the long knife and asked, but his expression was very peaceful, and there was no aggressive meaning in his words. He leaned slightly on a tree stump with only half of it left, and rested for a while.
"Have you ever thought about Gang Leader He that he was born with bad luck and ended up in a den of horse thieves instead of being reincarnated into a noble family?"
Ye Zhai also leaned against a tree stump and did not answer, but asked the question calmly.
"It's a matter of bad luck. Nodding is not false, but shaking the head is too false, but I never feel that being reborn next to a group of horse thieves has bad luck. High-ranking officials have their own worries, and horse thieves and bandits also have a heroic spirit. How can I feel pity for such a person?" He Zhaoling tore off two pieces of tree bark that had been chopped into several pieces by the sword energy, and pulled them into thin strips. He tied the wounds that were covered in blood and temporarily stopped the bleeding from the wounds. He gritted his teeth and spit out two mouthfuls. If the air is heavy and turbid, continue to adjust your breath.
On the other hand, Ye Zhai used the edge of his sword to cut off the hem of his shirt, wrapped it around his waist and abdomen, and wrapped the extremely deep knife wound hastily to prevent any more blood from flowing out of the wound. Then he lowered his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Gang leader, since If I don’t think it’s a bad thing to be reborn in the camp of horse thieves, how can I feel regretful? At least every time I clear out a place, many people will not die, and the fields and homes will not be destroyed. The family is high above others, and with my little head, I can’t get rid of anyone. If you can't do anything, you can only do what you can, and you can't regret it." "There are always a few people in the world who can feed the desperate people, provide them with a place to protect them from the cold and wind, and can also put them in a place to protect themselves from the cold and wind. All the aristocratic families who rely on the merits of their ancestors to protect them and do evil will be wiped out." He Zhaoling was lost in thought, a light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then he smiled bitterly and said, "Unfortunately, until now, I have never heard of such a courageous master."
Ye Zhai shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, and his eyes suddenly became happy. He looked like an old farmer in the countryside, watching his seedlings gradually jointing and heading, "That's not right. Although Yizhang doesn't have it now, but in comparison, the abuse he suffered from the family is relatively minor." These two countries, Qi Qiling and Qi Ling, are said to be full of aristocratic families, and most of them have the support of the Immortal Family behind them. They have a solid foundation, and the emperor must be careful about his words and deeds. Even so, more than ten years ago, there was a scholar who was extremely knowledgeable. The great scholar, in front of the emperor, the civil and military officials, and the tens of thousands of people in the capital, enumerated the sixty-four major sins of the family, and then relied on a great expert to protect him and told the world all the sixty-four sins."
He Zhaoling raised his eyebrows, obviously letting these words catch his mind, "Is there really such a life-threatening madman?"
"That's natural. When times change, there must be leaders. It's a pity that there are not enough people in this class, and they are not enough to force the family to collapse. Even though these sixty-four crimes were pronounced in public, the literati and the four people who fought to protect each other were Realm masters are still almost eliminated." Ye Zhai, who has green clothes and white hair, shakes his head now, but can always see the charming charm of women, and regrets, "After all, it has provoked many aristocratic families to almost plot rebellion, and provoked many people from the immortal family to come to the Qi Dynasty. At that time, I heard that Wu Jue was alarmed, and the meridians of the bodyguard who was pushing to death were severely beaten, and he almost couldn't survive. Somehow, the scholar managed to escape far away with the help of treasures, and thus managed to escape the reckoning."
"After ten years of planting fruit, I'm afraid it's very close to sprouting and growing branches." He Zhaoling sighed, "But maybe you and I can't see it."
"It's impossible to tell. In the past ten years, no one has watered this kind of tree, and no one has loosened the soil. Even the stubborn tree species that can grow in the cracks of the mountain rocks have probably lost 80 to 90% of their vitality, and they are still in need of a scoop. Clear water, or a continuous rain like today.”
The rain has not stopped and is still torrential.
The old servant outside the mountain was suspicious, tugged on Yun Zhong's sleeves, and asked in a low voice, "Young hero, please help me to see, who has the upper hand now between the sect master and the caravan leader? Why did both of them get the upper hand after the fight just now? They are not moving, but they seem to be talking to each other. The old man's eyes are too dim to do anything, and he can only see an outline. I have to ask the young hero to take a closer look and inform the old man of the situation. "
Yun Zhong nodded and looked away, but he remained silent.
"Master Ye Clan seems to have suffered a knife wound now." Wen Yu stood aside and saw clearly. Seeing that the young man had not spoken a word, he spoke to the old man on his own, feeling quite unbearable.
"I'm afraid Miss Wen has made a mistake. No matter how you look at it, the leader of the Ye Clan and the caravan leader are not injured. They are sitting cross-legged, waiting for their inner energy to circulate. I'm afraid they will have to show off their skills and fight again soon. , where are the injuries?"
Contrary to Wen Yu's expectations, Yun Zhong spoke very calmly, then turned to the old servant and asked, "Do you have any means that I can use to help the Lord of the Ye Clan? I'm afraid it will take a while. Then we have to distinguish between life and death."
The old man still looked worried, but it was slightly calmer than before. He shook his head when he heard the words, "How can an old man get help? If he calls those disciples to come, he can relieve the gang leader's worries a little, but at the moment there are thousands of people in the caravan. Here, we can’t interfere even a little bit first.”
Wen Yu still wanted to say something, but Yun Zhong pulled him away and whispered, "In this case, if you do your best to An Tianming, with the swordsmanship of the master of the Ye clan, you can probably stabilize the opponent, which will naturally make my father-in-law feel a lot more relieved."
The young man spoke the last sentence very slowly but very steadily.
Wen Yu bit her lip and finally said nothing.
Among the Baihumen, the three children finally woke up, but except for the oldest child, the other two were still dizzy and unable to get up. The boy had no choice but to stand up by himself, picked up the bamboo sword, barely held on to his weak and feeble steps, and walked out of the house.
The rain in the mountains was still a bit heavy. The boy glanced at the courtyard, frowned, grabbed a futon here and there to resist the heavy rain, hurried to the middle of the courtyard, and looked into the ancient well.
The ancient well that was originally slashed with dense lines and broken into several places by the young swordsman is now solid again, but the green lotus at the mouth of the well has changed from green and green to withered and yellow.
The Taoist boy was puzzled. When he looked up again, he found a woman in green clothes standing at the mountain gate. Her features were very beautiful, but the rain was dripping down her eyes, making it difficult to see clearly.
