The young man subconsciously took a step back, leaned against the wall tightly, and hid the wooden knife behind his back...
The young master suddenly looked unhappy, and the few followers beside him immediately understood and stepped forward to give the young man a slap in the face!
Unexpectedly, the young man suddenly bent down, pulled out the wooden knife from behind and slashed the follower on the arm.
Although it is a wooden sword, it also has a sharp edge.
The follower was in pain and subconsciously retracted his hand, "Fuck, break his knife for me!"
After all, he was a young man, and his strength was definitely not as strong as these half-grown children. Within a few strokes, the wooden sword he regarded as a treasure was taken away.
The young master weighed the wooden sword a few times and sneered: "I heard that the Wuling Iron Cavalry is now in name only. After a while, I'm afraid even the serial number will be erased."
"Is this worthy of being ranked first?"
The boy's face turned red: "Give me the knife back!"
The young man waved twice and ignored the young man.
The young man repeated: "Give me the knife back!"
The young master suddenly looked at him and said jokingly: "How about I exchange the real sword on my waist for your wooden sword?"
Unexpectedly, the young man seemed not to have heard what the young master said. The young man looked at him with stubborn eyes: "Give me back the knife!"
The young master's face instantly darkened, "You are so shameless, you want a knife, right?"
He suddenly threw up the wooden sword, then pulled out the sword from his waist and slashed it diagonally!
This wooden knife is just an ordinary poplar wood. If it is struck like this, it is destined to break from it.
The boy's face instantly turned pale, "No!"
The corners of Young Master's mouth curled up, but at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.
As if in just a flash, the wooden knife was taken away from the young master.
The young man was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he realized that there was actually a slender young man standing in front of him. The young man was holding the wooden knife and standing in front of the young man.
Luo Yi glanced at them and said calmly: "Let's go."
The young master narrowed his eyes. After all, he was a disciple of a general, and his courage was much greater than that of ordinary people.
He subconsciously clenched the knife in his hand, and just as he was about to speak, Luo Yi swung the knife out.
The sword in the young master's hand split into two instantly.
"Now, can you go?"
The young man's face froze, he was finished, it looked like he was kicked on the iron plate!
But just leaving like this...isn't it a bit shameful?
How about... say a few harsh words?
Luo Yi moved his wrist slightly and gently raised the wooden knife. The young man's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly ran away before he could say harsh words.
Several half-grown children's followers also ran behind dejectedly.
Luo Yi didn't pay attention to them. As for what the young master said before, he didn't care either.
After all, they are all children who have never reached adulthood.
He turned around and saw the young man staring straight at him.
Looking at the young man's eyebrows, Luo Yi was stunned for a moment, and then handed the wooden knife in his hands to the young man very solemnly.
The young man took the wooden knife, held it in his arms and bent down to say thank you.
This young man's name is Qi Lingwu.
Qi Lingwu, Wu Lingqi.
Luo Yi felt mixed emotions.
The young man straightened up and looked at Luo Yi with bright eyes: "Can you teach me about that knife just now?"
Luo Yi fell silent.
At this moment, a woman ran over in a hurry. When she saw Luo Yi again, she was stunned for a moment, and then turned her attention to her son.
Half of the boy's face was swollen, and his clothes were covered in dust.
The woman's eyes immediately turned red. She quickly ran over and held the young man in her arms.
"Xiao Wu, are you okay? Are you injured anywhere? Let mother take a look."
The woman knelt down and helped the boy wipe a wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth.
The young man grinned and stretched out his hand to help his mother wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Mom, I'm fine."
Luo Yi on the side looked at the mother and son, feeling even more distressed and guilty.
After a long while, the woman finally turned her head and looked at Luo Yi.
The young man Qi Lingwu whispered a few words in the woman's ear. The woman quickly stood up and was about to salute Luo Yi.
Luo Yi quickly supported the woman, shook his head and said, "I don't dare to accept my wife's bow."
This title made the woman stunned.
She looked at Luo Yi, but Luo Yi didn't dare to look at her.
"Young Master... do you recognize my husband?"
Luo Yi didn't know what to say for a moment. He hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.
The woman's face was filled with joy. She subconsciously held Luo Yi's wrist and said in a trembling voice: "Master, may I ask where he is now?"
Luo Yi was silent for a long time, and then said in a hoarse voice: "General Qi, died in battle before the imperial capital."
The woman looked at Luo Yi blankly as if she had been struck by lightning.
She held Luo Yi's wrist tightly, and Luo Yi lowered his head slightly and said, "Madam, I... am the coach of the Wuling Cavalry, Luo Yi."
The woman's hand trembled and she let go of Luo Yi's wrist.
The young man Qi Lingwu's eyes widened.
Luo Yi took a step back first, raised his arms, folded his hands, bowed deeply, and bowed to the end: "I am ashamed of General Qi, I am ashamed of..."
"Snapped!"
A loud slap suddenly sounded.
The woman's hands trembled slightly, and she bit her lip, "Let's go."
Luo Yi's face was hot, but he still couldn't bear to bow.
"Let's go!"
The woman's face was filled with tears. She held the young man Qi Lingwu's hand and suppressed her crying.
Luo Yi lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.
"I'm sorry." Luo Yi's voice was hoarse.
The woman held the boy with one hand and covered her mouth with the other hand. Tears escaped from her eyes and flowed onto the back of her hand.
The woman no longer looked at Luo Yi, she pulled the young man Qi Lingwu and walked out of the alley quickly.
His back was trembling and he was crying and whimpering.
The young man Qi Lingwu looked back at Luo Yi, who was still unwilling to get up, with curiosity in his eyes.
He thought for a moment, then suddenly threw the wooden knife out of his arms and dropped it at Luo Yi's feet.
Luo Yi looked down at the wooden knife, feeling like he was being stabbed in the heart.
After a long time, Luo Yi finally straightened up.
He bent down to pick up the knife and held it tightly in his hand.
He stood there for a long time, and then walked out of the city.
Luo Yi walked a hundred miles outside the city and stopped.
He did not deliberately hide his whereabouts. He put on the black clothes again and hung An Ling around his waist again.
He held a wooden sword and slashed out with one blow.
Then, just stand still.
He seemed to be telling everyone one thing, one truth.
The Wuling Cavalry is not dead!
I am still here!
If you want to kill me, then go ahead.
