"Spare, spare my life!" Zhu Baixing was like a dying catfish, breathing heavily with his mouth open. When he saw Zhang Hejing coming over, he hurriedly begged.
This looks very much like Yushan half an hour ago.
Zhang Hejing looked sarcastic: "Have you spared Junior Brother Yu?"
"I..." Zhu Baixing was speechless. Looking at Zhang Hejing's Jingshui Sword raised high, his mind raced and he said anxiously:
"Wait a minute! I, I know the secret of the Kongming Stone!"
With the sword hanging above his head, Zhang Hejing said coldly: "What secret? Tell me!"
"Yes, how to find the Kongming Stone."
"Isn't it just relying on a certain magic weapon? Is there any fresh one?" the eldest elder of the Zhao family said disdainfully.
Zhu Baixing's heart sank. The secret he thought was worthless in the eyes of others.
His eyes rolled rapidly and he said hurriedly: "I, I still have a cave, which contains the spiritual materials I have accumulated over the years. I would like to offer it to the fairy, and I just ask the fairy to let me go."
Most of his income over the years was used to raise his poisonous bees, so how could he accumulate much? This remark is just to deceive the other party first and to save his life.
"Where is it, tell me!" Zhang Hejing said coldly.
"Please also ask the fairy to make an oath of inner demons and spare my life." Zhu Baixing bargained.
"Go to hell!" Zhang Hejing cursed and stabbed the man with a sword, killing him immediately.
How much savings can a great elder of a foundation-building family have? Pooh! Still dead and clean!
Junior Brother Yu, I have avenged you! She thought silently in her mind.
Yu Shan was greedy for money, ruthless, and duplicitous. He brought this disaster on himself because he refused to act with her.
However, in the past ten years, he and Zhang Hejing got along well, provided her with many conveniences, and could be regarded as a friend.
Zhang Hejing was used to seeing life and death. He observed a moment of silence, quickly adjusted his mentality, and prepared to find the other person who came with him tonight: Yang Zhen.
Suddenly she felt something in her heart. She raised her head and looked into the distance, only to see a golden light approaching quickly.
…
"Junior sister, you are indeed fine."
The golden light disappeared, and a middle-aged man appeared.
This man is tall and thin, with a slim appearance. He wears a square scarf on his head and looks like a scribe. If we met him in the capital of Xu State, we would definitely think of him as a scholar from somewhere.
He looked happy and in high spirits, but he was holding a human head in his hand.
"You haven't come yet, how can I dare to die?" Zhang Hejing said coldly.
The visitor smiled coquettishly and raised the head in his hand: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."
"Yeah." Zhang Hejing still looked indifferent.
"Hey," the visitor sighed: "I spent a lot of time and finally asked for a two-month holiday from Kuang Shuai. I was still on the demon battlefield in the afternoon. After getting the approval, I went non-stop from Hanzhou to the capital, and then from the capital. We went to Yunzhou, and from Yunzhou to Xuyang, we changed teleportation formations several times along the way, and it was already midnight when we got home, wasn’t it just for..."
"Isn't it just to see your precious granddaughter?" Zhang Hejing pouted.
"That's right!" When he mentioned his granddaughter, the visitor's eyes lit up: "We haven't seen each other for two years. My Yue'er is much more sensible and is very affectionate to her grandfather!"
"But..." Seeing Zhang Hejing's face turned aside, the visitor continued: "Meeting my Yue'er is just one of them. What I miss more is my good junior sister! You see, I learned about your arrival from Wan'er. , Aren’t I going to rush over right away? Fortunately, there is a lot of noise here, so I can get there in time..."
"You are Master Zifu. I have to call you uncle, but I dare not call myself junior sister." Zhang Hejing said, thinking of this person coming to see her at night, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
"Hehe, uncle is just uncle," Zhao Beiqing didn't care: "Come on, let me see where my good nephew is injured..."
After saying that, a pair of hands touched it.
"No." Zhang Hejing struggled, but her body was already weak.
…
"Oh! Go and see how my child is doing?"
"Child? Your baby!"
"What's wrong with you? I'm talking about the little stone. The one I told you is the child who is very good at telling stories. Go over there and help me look for it. If, if it's already burnt, it's... Come over and let me see..."
"Okay, don't cry, don't cry, just sit here, I'll go right away!"
…
In the stone space.
Yang Zhen was lying on the armchair, holding Lingmi tea in her hand, sipping the tea and closing her eyes to relax.
A group of green light and shadow floated on his chest, and it was Yiyi who was healing his wounds.
He was seriously injured. Although Zhu Baitu's palm was neutralized by the worn Taoist robe, it still had a lot of force on him. If he didn't have the foundation of physical training, those powers would be enough to beat him into a meat pie!
Even so, seven or eight of his ribs were broken and he almost couldn't breathe.
Fortunately, Yiyi was there and immediately pulled him into the stone space for treatment, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to survive for a few hours.
What he entered into the space was a mirror image, but the healing effect was the same as the original body. How the mirror image was restored, the original body was also restored.
The body outside was under the control of Yiyi. His breathing and heartbeat stopped, and he was almost the same as a dead person. With the interference of the phantom formation, Zhu Baitu could not determine his location for a while.
At this time, after Yiyi's full rescue, those fatal injuries had improved, but some skin injuries were still the same.
He didn't dare to fully recover and always had to leave some injuries, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.
During the breaks in treatment, Yiyi would get out of the space from time to time to observe what was going on outside, and through her plant friends, she could clearly understand the development of the matter.
"That nanny of yours is here..."
"She fled to the jungle..."
"The fat Zhuke Yu is dead and was killed by the skinny elder of the Zhu family..."
"The bad old man ran away, and here comes a very powerful old man..."
"What a powerful old man who is bullying your grandma. She can't beat her..."
"That old man is so bad, he bit grandma..."
"They stopped fighting, and grandma cried..."
"Oh, he's here, get out quickly!"
…
Yang Zhen returned to her own body and immediately shuddered.
I go! In the middle of winter, this body is already frozen outside.
At this time, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes or lift his fingers. His body was no longer in control.
It won't freeze! What to do?
At this moment, a pair of big hands picked him up.
"He's frozen like this, but he still has energy." Zhao Beiqing hugged Yang Zhen with one hand, put the other hand on his heart, and began to pour in Qi.
Wave after wave of warmth kept washing over her stiff body. After a while, Yang Zhen warmed up and slowly opened her eyes.
"You are..." He pretended to be confused.
Zhao Beiqing laughed and handed Yang Zhen to Zhang Hejing: "You kid has a tough life, just like his name!"
Grandma hugged Yang Zhen excitedly and couldn't help but burst into tears.
"My child, I can't help you. I shouldn't have left you outside." She murmured and blamed herself.
…
At this time, Zhao Beiqing was seen walking over, playing with a dagger in his hand.
The dagger is about half a foot long, completely green in color, very small and refined, and looks like something belonging to a female cultivator.
"I found this in the storage bag of the great elder of the Zhu family," Zhao Beiqing said with a smile:
"This is probably a great treasure."
