In the dark night, the woodland is quiet.
I saw several clusters of firelights swimming together in the distance, but they missed this place.
"hehe……"
The heavy breathing came from Ling Ye, but the night was so deep that it could cover the body, so that the frog squatting next to a small pit not far away could only see Ling Ye's tired eyes.
"Heh...heh..." Ling Ye's breathing gradually became lighter. He held the tree trunk with one hand and supported his knees with the other. Although he didn't know how long he had been running and where he was, he could no longer hear the horseshoes coming from behind him. There were sounds and shouts.
"In the past half a month alone, I have encountered several bandits. I don't know how this remote mountainous place could have gathered so many bandits..." Ling Ye was a little confused. In his opinion, he was passing by The resources in this area are obviously poor, and there are not even a few rich cities and towns on the road. They are mostly poor towns or mountain villages of various sizes. However, while driving around, he encountered two groups blocking the road in the wild. The robbers who were stuck, encountered a group of thieves who were killing people and setting fires in the village, and saw from a distance at the empty city gate a horse bandit who was fighting with the local officials in the city, returning the tickets, robbing and laughing, and last night-- A bandit who burned and massacred a whole village.
"There are rogue bandits running rampant, and horse bandits are arrogant..." Ling Ye gritted his teeth and couldn't help feeling disgusted, but then his breath stagnated, and he only feinted twice before falling down. On the ground.
"Quack." The frog suddenly saw the other party falling, and was immediately frightened. He turned around and left here: "Quack, quack."
"Damn it..." Ling Ye squeezed his eyes in pain. He stretched his hand forward with difficulty, as if he wanted to grab something, but in the end his hand fell into the air and he fainted...
The next day, the clouds disappeared and the rising sun turned into a round of day, shining brightly in the sky.
Jiangnan Road, south of Hangzhou.
Beggar Headquarters, front meeting hall, Rende Hall.
At the door, there were two disciples from the headquarters holding staffs to guard the temple. Both of them are tall and strong, and both have expressionless faces. See that the clothes on the left are turbid, while the clothes on the right are clean.
When looking into the hall, only Wan Jinyao was sitting - he was sitting on the left side of the high platform, currently waiting to change the dressing for his injured eye.
He first opened the small medicine bottle, then wet a small part of the handkerchief with water, then poured some of the white medicine powder in the small porcelain bottle onto the wet part of the handkerchief, and then looked at the medicine powder quietly. Slowly being absorbed by the handkerchief, he finally said: "Your uncle's..."
Before his voice fell, Tiger Balm picked up the medicine handkerchief and applied it to his blind eye.
"Hiss..." Although the naked eye has been blinded, the necrotic and rotten flesh has not grown back. Now, how irritating is the medicated powder used to speed up body repair when it is applied? Even with his determination, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. But compared to it, the hatred that was deeply suppressed in his heart was heavier and more painful.
"If you don't die..." Tiger Balm couldn't help but think about it in his heart, then he raised his head and closed his eyes, pressed the medicine handkerchief with his hand to feel the effect of the medicine, and finally released a ray of suffocation: "Ah..."
At this moment, someone suddenly came to report: "Report——!"
Tiger Balm's heart moved, and then he opened his one eye and looked over, but did not stop applying the medicine.
The disciple came striding forward. He was wearing dirty clothes and holding a long iron rod in his right hand. As soon as he entered the hall, he immediately knelt on one knee, cupped his fists and paid homage: "Report to the deputy helmsman! There is a peripheral deacon outside the door. I came from the subordinate area and said I had something important to report, but refused to speak until I saw the two helmsmen."
This disciple has a rich voice, speaks loudly and upright, and is full of confidence. He has both respectful gestures and respectful words. He is unlike the ordinary Beggar Tutor disciple who only flatters and flatters others.
"Oh?" Wanjinyou raised his eyebrows, immediately removed the medicine handkerchief, turned around slightly to face the other party and said, "Where is he?"
"We are waiting outside the hall, waiting on the square." The disciple pointed to the door, then clasped his fists at Wan Jin Yao and said, "Please forgive me, the helmsman."
"Hmm~~" Wan Jinyou raised his eyes and looked outside. He could indeed see the person standing in the middle of the main courtyard of the south gate through the long corridor. He thought that the person didn't want to wait alone in the square, so he walked to the entrance courtyard.
Thinking of this, Tiger Balm couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth: "Huh. Bring him in."
"Yes!" The disciple took the order and left. The Tiger Balm here casually threw the medicine handkerchief on the tray where the medicine bottles and water bowls were placed, and then began to arrange his clothes and hairstyle.
Outside the gate.
The disciple walked straight out from the long road, and then just glanced at the person coming before turning around and walking back: "I asked you to wait on the square, but you are unwilling to come here. With this attitude, this will be the end of it from now on." .”
Old Zhao frowned, and then followed in with a cold face, but he had a curse in his heart: "Insects and rats have the spirit of wolves, and dogs look down on people."
The two of them were silent all the way, and went straight to the door of Rende Hall. Then they saw the disciple standing sideways, looking at Lao Zhao and saying: "Don't be too pushy when talking about the important points."
Old Zhao couldn't help but frown. He really felt that this person's words were unpleasant, but at this moment, Tiger Balm in the hall said: "It doesn't matter. - You can go back and be on duty, Zhang Wu."
"Yes!" The disciple turned sideways and clasped his fists at the Tiger Balm in the room, then turned and left.
Lao Zhao watched the other party walk halfway, then turned and looked indoors.
At this time, Wan Jinliang, who had finished dressing up, smiled slightly, put on his blindfold and fixed it, then opened his eyes and looked at the visitor and said: "First, you don't have a token around your waist."
Lao Zhao's heart sank, and then he wanted to explain, but the Tiger Balm in the hall had no expression on his face: "Secondly, your hands are empty."
Old Zhao pursed his lips, and then strode across the threshold in one stride, instantly attracting the cold stares of the two Zhendian disciples who were ready to attack. But these two people obviously thought too highly of Lao Zhao, and when they saw him stepping into the hall, they lifted up his clothes, knelt down on one knee, bowed their heads to Wanjinyou and clasped their fists, saying: "Disciples are in the territory, and when they see Jueqing Sect Yi Ni, the son of Ling Yunzhi."
Hearing this, the two temple disciples' pupils shrank immediately, but Wanjinyou, who was in a high position, did not react for a moment: "鞥?"
Old Zhao couldn't help but frown, then slowly raised his head to look into the other person's eyes and said, "I said, I saw Ling Yunzhi..." But before Old Zhao could finish his words, Wanjinyou suddenly glared angrily: "Ling Yunzhi! ?”
Old Zhao was stunned, but he saw the furious Wanjinyou suddenly slapped the case and stood up. Old Zhao felt that his eyes were blurred, but Wanjinyou was already standing in front of him, staring at him with vicious eyes and asking: "This, what, when?" ,real?!"
Old Zhao couldn't help but tremble slightly, but at this point, he couldn't care less. He could only grit his teeth to suppress the panic in his heart, stepped back and stood up and said, "Yes! All my gang members have been killed by the other side. I am The only surviving disciple among the local disciples."
"Oh -?" Wanjinyou suddenly grabbed Lao Zhao's neck, and then ignored the other person's struggle and slaps randomly, and seemed not to see that the other person was about to die, but just stared at the other person's eyes coldly and asked. He said: "But that wild boy who appeared in Jueqing Castle and was taken away by Chu Shiyun?"
"Yes, yes..." Old Zhao's face was red, and the blood vessels above his neck were bulging. At that moment, he was suffocating and his whole body was weak. At the critical moment of life and death, he could only use all his strength to slap the opponent who grabbed his neck. Right hand. But this kind of behavior is very light and powerless.
Feeling this, Wanjinyou couldn't help but frown, and then shook his hands and pushed Old Zhao out.
"Ahem!" Lao Zhao blocked his waist and fell on the threshold, but he couldn't feel the pain in these limbs. Instead, he clutched his neck and gasped as soon as he fell to the ground.
"Huh!" Wanjinyou knew he was in the wrong, so he flicked his sleeves, turned around, turned his back to Lao Zhao and said, "How can you tell it's him?"
Yes, how to determine it is him? ——This is a confusion that countless people in the world want to solve, but no one can judge it.
"Ahem! Ahem..." Lao Zhao choked out a puddle of bitterness while strangling his neck, and then said breathlessly: "I, I saw Ling Yunzhi that day... this, this kid I also saw it once..."
"..." Wanjinyou couldn't help but look sideways at him, but he didn't look back, so he couldn't see him.
"Although, although I didn't see that kid's face because of the distance, but, this kid..." Lao Zhao tried his best to suppress his breathing, and then finally breathed for a while, and then looked at Tiger Balm with twitching eyelids. Said: "This kid doesn't look like him at all, but his eyes..."
"Just because of this..." Wanjinyou couldn't help but frown, and then suddenly turned around and said: "How dare you come to see me!?" With just one kick, he directly hit Lao Zhao's neck, knocking Lao Zhao away from him. The door was kicked out.
Old Zhao flew several feet sideways and then landed with a bang. Although his mouth was open, he had no air coming out. There was only a line of yelling, and he had passed out.
Wanjinyou gritted his teeth and glared at the other party for a while, then waved his hand and walked towards the back hall: "Wake him up!"
"Yes!" The two temple disciples immediately clasped their fists and accepted the order, but Wanjinyou ordered without looking back: "Let him draw the figure of that boy..."
"This..." The two temple disciples couldn't help but look at each other, but Tiger Balm on the other side suddenly stopped and looked back viciously: "If you spread the word, if something happens, you will see the person alive, and you will see the corpse if you die!"
The two of them were silent, their eyes evasive: "Yes..."
Seeing this, Wanjinyou immediately glared angrily, but slowly clenched the hands behind his back, but his expression became calm at the same time: "Go..."
The two of them were startled because Tiger Balm's gentle tone made them unable to help but look up at each other.
Tiger Balm couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and said with a sneer: "Spread the news, I want everyone to know."
The expressions of the two Zhendian disciples changed, but the narrowing of Tiger Balm's eyelids made them feel shuddering, and his words were even more like a scorching sun: "If you do it well, you will be rewarded. If you do it badly, you will be rewarded. There are rewards for many.”
The two were silent for a moment, then solemnly paused: "Yes!"
Wanjinyou watched the two people leave, but couldn't help gritting his teeth. Then he turned and walked to the right side of the hall wall, heading straight to the middle courtyard inside and outside: "Father's debt is repaid by son... Boy, don't blame Wan for being ruthless, blame Wan for being ruthless. , it’s my fault that you shouldn’t be his descendant!”
