After entering the broken building, Long Wusheng suddenly discovered that someone had already taken shelter here first. I saw that man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome appearance, dressed in white, like an immortal descended into the world, which is unforgettable. It's just that his face was extremely pale, almost bloodless, and he seemed to be seriously injured.
At this time, he was half lying in front of the fire. After observing, Long Wusheng found that his clothes were dry and there was no trace of rain. He thought he had rested in this room before it rained.
The young man in white clothes in the building was also shocked when he saw Long Wusheng and Xiao Qiqi breaking in. Meeting other people in such a remote and wild place was obviously something he hadn't expected.
The young man in white stared closely at Long Wusheng after he broke in. He didn't relax until he saw Xiao Qiqi's expression on his back.
Immediately afterwards, the young man in white smiled slightly at Long Wusheng and Xiao Qiqi, and said, "Welcome to the humble house. The humble house is simple. I hope you two don't dislike it."
"Ahem!" It seemed that these simple words had made the young man in white feel very difficult, and he couldn't help but cough after he finished speaking.
But the young man in white is obviously a person who attaches great importance to his appearance. He quickly took out a white handkerchief and covered his coughing mouth.
Long Wusheng nodded in response, then walked to the corner at the other end of the building and put Xiao Qiqi down. In troubled times, it is essential to be on guard against others. Therefore, seven steps has become the default safe distance.
"Brother, is this your home?" Xiao Qiqi asked curiously.
"No." The young man in white replied simply, lowering his head and stirring the fire.
"Brother, here it is. This is the golden medicine made by my family. It is very helpful for injuries." Xiao Qiqi walked to the young man in white, took out a small porcelain jar from his arms, and handed it over.
The young man in white did not take over, but said with a smile: "In this world, it is definitely not a praiseworthy thing to approach a stranger you don't understand so easily. Especially for a beautiful girl like you."
"Put your medicine away. It won't be needed for my injury." The young man in white said with gentle eyes.
"Oh." Xiao Qiqi walked back to Long Wusheng angrily.
As the sky outside gradually darkened, Long Wusheng took the opportunity to pick up dry firewood in the building and activated his original energy to light it.
After seeing Long Wusheng's method of destroying fire with his original energy, the young man in white opposite him praised: "Young man, you can't tell that you are young, but your strength is quite good. He already has my seventh level of power."
It seemed that even though he was injured, the young man in white was still a restless person.
Hearing this, Long Wusheng was ashamed that there were such shameless people in the world.
Xiao Qiqi, who was happy to help Long Wusheng just now, suddenly turned down his face: "Shameless! I think you only have one-tenth of my master's skill. If you had two percent of my master's skill, you wouldn't be hurt."
In Xiao Qiqi's heart, his young master is the best person in the world with the highest martial arts skills. No one can say anything wrong with his young master.
"Haha!" The young man in white laughed loudly, "Little girl, if you are so strong, you won't be able to get married in the future."
"I don't want to get married. I want to follow the young master all my life." Xiao Qiqi hid behind Long Wusheng and made a face at the young man in white.
The rain in early summer comes and goes quickly.
"I'll go outside to find some game. Let's have dinner tonight." After seeing the rain stop, Long Wusheng stood up and walked out of the broken building.
"Yes." Xiao Qiqi responded obediently and concentrated on cleaning up the broken building.
Suddenly, two hurried footsteps came from outside the broken building. The two people in the building immediately looked toward the door. Immediately afterwards, a beautiful girl wearing ghost-style clothes trotted in. Behind her, a man in his thirties followed her footsteps slowly.
When the beautiful girl came in, she was stunned when she saw the three people in the dilapidated building, and then quickly bowed politely to them: "You two are polite! I am Ning Chumeng from the Beiyuan Ghost Clan. I want to take shelter here, do you? Will it disturb you two?"
This beautiful girl was none other than Ning Chumeng, a foreign student from Guifang who was inquiring about history in the Imperial Military Academy library that day.
"It's okay." The young man in white, who always talked a lot, just said it briefly at this moment. Instead, he looked at the man behind Ning Chumeng with a wary face.
I saw the man behind Ning Chumeng with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with three-dimensional facial features. He was wearing Guifang's unique samurai uniform, and had a Guifang Kingdom's sword stuck in his waist. Although he was just standing there, his entire aura was integrated with the surrounding environment. It was obvious that this person's cultivation had reached a profound state of unity between heaven and man.
This is a man with extremely powerful strength, and he is an extremely powerful Onifa warrior, and he is also an Onifa warrior standing on the territory of the wilderness.
Seeing the similar-style samurai uniform, Xiao Qiqi instantly remembered the ferocious deeds of the village-destroying demon Tian Fengyan from the depths of his memory. He was trembling with fear and hid next to the young man in white.
The young man in white had a cold look in his eyes, and his hands unconsciously stretched to his waist, which was a prelude to taking action.
When the middle-aged ghost warrior saw this, he hurriedly raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions. Then, he waved his hands to the two people in the building and explained: "I know that in history, Guifang Kingdom has done many unfriendly things to the great wilderness. Even now, there are still many careerists from Guifang Kingdom who have disapproval of this land. I have scary thoughts, but I want to say that there are many peace-loving people in Guifang Country."
The ghost warrior looked down at the ground, and then said to the two of them: "War and turmoil should not be the final destination of this beautiful land."
Ning Chumeng suddenly noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere, and quickly apologized and bowed: "Two friends from the Wild Clan, this is my brother Ning Chucheng. He came back to the Eastern Wilderness Continent to take me back to the Ghost Side of Hokuriku. If I have offended you in any way, It’s our place, please forgive me.”
Seeing that the alert look in the eyes of the two people in the building was still there, the middle-aged Onikata samurai pulled out half of the sword from his waist and said: "It's called the reverse blade, it's a sword of kindness, and it's a sword that can't kill anyone. "
Xiao Qiqi and the young man in white looked at the exposed half of the sword. They were shocked to see that the part of the sword that was most likely to cause harm to the human body was the thick back of the sword. Instead, the original back of the sword was sharpened, so they believed his words.
The dilapidated buildings are actually not big, and the roofs in some places are even leaking. Brother and sister Ning Chumeng walked to another corner of the building, took off the salutes, and placed them in a dry place on the ground.
Ning Chumeng's face turned pale after being exposed to the rain and the evening wind, and she even shivered a little. The middle-aged samurai looked at the fire in the building and the dry firewood in the corner. Finally he came over and bowed to the young man in white and Xiao Qiqi.
"Two friends, can you sell me some dry firewood? My little sister's clothes are wet and she wants to warm herself up by the fire to ward off the cold."
"This dry firewood is not a valuable commodity, and it won't be used up in one night. You can just take whatever you want."
"Thank you so much." The middle-aged warrior bowed again.
"You're welcome." The young man in white bowed his hand in return. Xiao Qiqi on the side also bowed like a middle-aged samurai.
The middle-aged warrior carried a handful of dry firewood over and lit a fire himself, while Ning Chumeng helped add more firewood. After a while, the fire crackled and started burning. The brother and sister talked quietly while baking clothes, and there were a few chuckles from time to time.
The space in the building was small, and although the brother and sister were talking quietly, their voices still came through.
You can hear them talking about some interesting little things about the Imperial Military Academy. When it comes to the history of the Desolate tribe, the brother and sister seem to have some disputes.
Suddenly, the middle-aged warrior's originally smiling face was instantly covered with frost. Just when Ning Chumeng was confused, a slight sound of footsteps entered the building.
Immediately, a joking laughter sounded outside the dilapidated building: "Little mouse, you can still run. Keep running, and I finally caught you this time."
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged samurai with two swords stuck in his waist and wearing the same ghost-style clothes walked into the building. He had a gloomy face and stared at the young man in white in the building with a half-smile. The most eye-catching thing was His unique moustache was limited to just a handful below his nose, and the rest was completely shaved.
At the same time, the young man in white also had a serious look on his face and looked at him without any sign of weakness. Conflict between the two sides is about to break out.
"Your Excellency Li Yeyu, please leave! This is not the place you should come, because people like you will only bring disaster and death." Ning Chucheng stood up and said expressionlessly.
"Oh, it turns out that the great Sir Ning Chucheng is also here. Does the great Sir Ning Chucheng want to do something brave again?" Li Yeyu shouted with an exaggerated expression.
"No one will die here today. You can leave now and I will pretend that nothing happened." Ning Chucheng held the sword at his waist.
"That's not necessarily the case!" Li Yeyu responded playfully. The next moment, he took out a black token from his arms, raised it directly in front of Ning Chucheng, and said, "This is the general's order, and you have to disobey it." ?"
"It doesn't matter to you, Ning Chucheng, if you disobey the general's order, but can your Ning Chu family afford it?"
Ning Chucheng fell silent immediately, glanced at Ning Chumeng, and finally sighed softly, put down the knife in his hand, and sat back.
At this time, the air began to feel a heavy pressure, and the dry firewood on the ground flew without wind. Li Yeyu's body was wrapped with energy, and occasionally a trace of lightning burst out.
At the same time, the young man in white had already stood up, holding a weapon similar to a butcher's butcher's knife in his right hand. The knife's intention was condensed into one body, and he was getting ready to kill the enemy with one blow.
Both sides are about to go to extremes.
"Pfft." The white young man suddenly vomited bright red at the mouth, half-knelt on the ground, and his breath began to become sluggish.
Such a good opportunity, how could Li Yeshe, who had experienced hundreds of battles, miss it. The next moment, the sword was slashing at the young man in white like a mountain. The young man in white raised his sword to barely block it, and the corners of his mouth started to bleed red again. Immediately afterwards, the young man in white flew out like a kite with a broken string, directly knocking a big hole out of the wall of the broken building, and fell to the ground, his life or death unknown.
"You have already been seriously injured. To destroy the original energy and fight for my life is just to accelerate your own death. No one can save you today, not even the Martial God passed down from generation to generation in your Desolate clan comes. I That's what I said." Li Yeyu slowly walked towards the young man in white with a solemn expression.
