"Hey..." Song Yuanqiao and others had deep inner strength, so they naturally heard what Yin Susu said in Ye Long's ears. They felt helpless and melancholy.
If even Master Zhang Zhenren cannot dispel the cold poison, who else in the world can do it? In their hearts, perhaps this separation from Zhang Wuji will last forever.
As for Yin Susu and Ye Long hugging each other, they ignored it.
And Mo Shenggu, the Seven Heroes, even had tears in his eyes. He grew up with Fifth Brother. Now that Fifth Brother's child was tortured by the cold and was about to die soon, how could he not feel heartbroken.
"Sister-in-law, it's time to go." Ye Long reminded in a low voice.
"Yes!" Yin Susu blushed and nodded, and then she realized that she was still hugging her adopted brother. She didn't know what happened just now. She felt that she might be separated from her son forever. She couldn't hold it back and wanted to hug her again. Who knew that she also hugged Ye Long as well.
Perhaps in her subconscious, she was a little reluctant to let go of this mysterious boy who suddenly appeared.
"Mom is gone, Wuji, listen to your foster father's words. Master Zhang, eldest brother, let's say goodbye." Yin Susu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, then said goodbye to everyone in Wudang, got on her horse, and left.
Yin Susu, she returned to the Sky Eagle Cult.
"Mom! Wuwuwu!" Zhang Wuji put aside Ye Long's hand and chased him a few steps forward. He accidentally fell to the ground and cried bitterly.
After a long time, Zhang Wuji stopped crying and said, "Father, great grandfather, I must drive away the cold poison, find my mother, and avenge my father!" Zhang Wuji wiped away his tears and said stubbornly.
"Grandpa asked you, why do you want to avenge your father?" Zhang Sanfeng was shocked and then asked.
"Those people killed my father. They asked about the whereabouts of my adoptive father. They killed my father!" A trace of hatred flashed in Zhang Wuji's eyes.
"Wuji, you have to remember that no one killed your father. What really killed your father was this world! These are troubled times, this is the world. You must remember what your adoptive father said to you, only if you become stronger, No one dares to bully you! But the premise is that you have to put down your petty grudges. National hatred is the most important thing. When you have the ability, you must end this troubled world, expel the Tatars and aliens, and calm the troubled times! Give it back to me Let the Han people live in peace and prosperity!" Ye Long squatted in front of Zhang Wuji and said to him in a solemn tone.
"Father, Wuji knows!" Zhang Wuji nodded heavily.
Zhang Sanfeng on the side looked at this scene with joy. Ye Long's words resonated with him and gave him a certain understanding of this young man.
He is ambitious and ambitious, but on that basis, he still cares about the people.
"Master Zhang, leave Wuji to me. You can rest assured that if I can dispel the cold poison in my body, I will definitely bring Wuji back safely." Ye Long made a solemn promise to Zhang Sanfeng.
"The old Taoist believes in the young knight. As for the matter of the young knight's adoptive father Shi Huolong, the old priest will personally come forward and ask the Yuan Kingdom to release him. The young knight does not have to worry." Zhang Sanfeng nodded.
"Thank you so much Master Zhang! Wuji bids farewell to my great-grandfather, uncles, and uncles. My foster father is waiting for you over there." Ye Long touched Zhang Wuji's head, then led the horse and walked to the other side.
He knew that Zhang Sanfeng still had something to tell Zhang Wuji, and Ye Long didn't want to know these things, or Zhang Sanfeng didn't want him to know either.
Not long after, Zhang Wuji came over with tears in his eyes.
Ye Long helped Zhang Wuji onto the horse, then climbed onto the horse, clasped his fists at Zhang Sanfeng and others, and rode away.
"Father, where are we going now?" Zhang Wuji leaned into Ye Long's arms and asked curiously.
"Wuji, I heard from my foster father that you must not mention that you are the child of Zhang Wuxia and his sister-in-law outside, otherwise you will get into trouble. Also, don't call me foster father, call me Brother Ye outside." Ye Long. warned. But I was thinking in my heart, I am not that old. If you keep calling me foster father, how can I pick up girls? Other girls will think I am an old guy.
"Yes." Zhang Wuji nodded. He was very smart and naturally knew why his father was forced to die. Those people wanted to find another adoptive father of his. If his identity was leaked, he would really offend those bad people.
Zhang Wuji was puzzled as to why his adoptive father wouldn't let him call him "brother Ye". However, he was still very obedient. If his adoptive father asked him to call him "Brother Ye", he would just do it.
Two days later, the two of them were dozens of miles away from Wudang. They suddenly heard the sound of fighting in the suburbs outside a nearby small town.
"Brother Ye, someone is fighting!" Zhang Wuji pointed at the jungle on the outskirts and exclaimed.
Ye Long naturally discovered the people fighting, and he knew they were Yuan Bing at a glance.
More than thirty Yuan soldiers were besieging a man of about thirty years old.
The man held a long knife and fought with the Yuan soldiers. However, the man had to take care of a little girl beside him, so he was timid in taking action.
What's more important is that behind Na Yuan Bing, there are four vassal monks with strong auras, and you can tell they are masters at a glance.
"Chang Yuchun, Zhou Zhiruo?" Ye Long was surprised. Could it be that the man and the little girl were the famous Mingjiao Chang Yuchun and the little Zhou Zhiruo who had not yet grown up?
Just when he was hesitating, one of the monks suddenly attacked the man.
The man couldn't avoid it and was hit by a palm. He vomited blood and fell to the ground.
"Brother Ye, save them quickly." Zhang Wuji shouted urgently.
Ye Long was still hesitant. He knew his own strength. The four monks were obviously not weak. He could deal with one by himself, but if he had to deal with four at the same time, he would probably lose his life.
Although he suspected that the man and the little girl might be Chang Yuchun and Zhou Zhiruo, he wanted to save them, but he had to have the strength.
"Didn't my adoptive father say that we should act chivalrously and expel the Tatars? Now that they are being bullied by the Tatars, they can't just die without saving them." Zhang Wuji said again, and the little guy almost cried anxiously.
"Ding! Save Chang Yuchun and Zhou Zhiruo, and you will be rewarded with one year of internal strength. Damn it, I will remember you." The angry voice of the system rang.
Ye Long smiled, he was just waiting! Just so mean.
This is Grandpa Jin’s martial arts world. Chang Yuchun and Zhou Zhiruo are an important part of the development of the plot. How could the system let them die? Originally it was Zhang Sanfeng who came to the rescue, but now that Zhang Wuji was brought out by him, and Zhang Sanfeng stayed in Wudang Mountain, who would save Chang Yuchun?
Isn’t it just me?
He took advantage of the system's mentality that it would not let Zhou Zhiruo and Chang Yuchun be killed, and forced the system to issue him a task.
"Wuji, stay here." Ye Long flew down and quickly galloped towards the battlefield.
By the way, he picked up a dead tree branch from the ground and used it as his weapon.
Although he has thirty-three years of internal strength, his only external strength is the dog-beating stick method, so he is prepared to use the dog-beating stick method to face the enemy.
Just when the feudal monk was about to kill Chang Yuchun with one strike, Ye Long arrived.
Ye Long grabbed the dead branch, stretched forward and swept it diagonally, picked out the dead branch, and used the move to pick up the leprous dog with a stick.
Seeing the sudden appearance of Ye Long, the feudal monk gave Ye Long a sharp blow, his face changed slightly, and then he swatted it out with a palm. Under the strong force, he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Then Ye Long waved the dead branches again, and the dead branches scattered their afterimages and hit the feudal monk continuously.
The monk's face was slightly angry, but the dead branches seemed to be everywhere, and he could only resist them.
And this move is exactly like a sideways dog hitting the back.
The sudden change caused the expressions of the other three monks to change slightly.
The three of them took action together, flew to the battlefield, and attacked Ye Long.
Ye Long instantly felt that it was difficult. He could deal with one person, but he could only deal with three vassal monks who were not weaker than him in strength.
Ye Long frequently used the dog-beating stick technique, and was even tied with the four vassal monks for a while.
Chang Yuchun was shocked when he saw this, and he naturally recognized that this was the Beggar Clan's secret skill, the Dog Beating Stick Technique.
Regardless of his injuries, Chang Yuchun joined the battlefield with a machete.
With Ye Long restraining the four vassal monks, Chang Yuchun was like a tiger coming out of its cage. The remaining Yuan soldiers were no match for him and were chopped down by him.
Then Chang Yuchun also joined the battlefield and worked with Ye Long to deal with the vassal monks. Ye Long took a breath and felt the pressure suddenly reduce.
"Little sister, don't be afraid, I will protect you." Zhang Wuji ran to the little girl Zhou Zhiruo at some point and comforted her in a low voice.
This guy was so self-taught that he grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's little hand.
Ye Long glanced at him unintentionally, looking a little stupid, what a little pervert like Zhang Wuji! Didn’t you know that little Zhou Zhiruo belongs to the adoptive father?
That is to say, when he was distracted, he directly took the palm of the monk and flew out.
"Poof!" Ye Long spurted out a mouthful of blood, feeling his blood surge and a pain in his chest.
"Brother, are you okay?" Xiao Zhou Zhiruo was frightened and hurried to Ye Long's side, asking with concern.
"Brother Ye!" Zhang Wuji's expression also changed and he exclaimed.
At this time, Chang Yuchun also left the battlefield and came to Ye Long's side to protect him.
"I wonder which disciple of the Beggar Clan you are, but your dog-beating stick technique is so exquisite." A vassal monk looked at Ye Long solemnly.
"This brother is my friend. Why don't you give me some face and let him go?" Ye Long stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pointed at Chang Yuchun and said to the thinking monk.
"This... I'm afraid it won't work. This person is a monster from the Demon Cult, and the Beggar Clan is a righteous sect. Why should we protect this monster?" The monk hesitated.
"Bah? Then the Great Yuan Kingdom is the great evil person. Why do eminent monks serve for the Great Yuan Kingdom?" Ye Long was a little disdainful, "Oh, I forgot, you are the great Yuan Dynasty monks. You do all kinds of evil, including raping, killing, and plundering. Even worse than the Mongolian Tatars!"
"Seeking death!" The feudal monk was furious, and they all attacked Ye Long.
Ye Long, Chang Yuchun quickly fights.
However, both of them were injured, and since they were no match for the four monks in the first place, they soon fell into a disadvantage and were frequently attacked by the monks.
The four vassal monks also felt uncomfortable. The dog-beating stick technique was too delicate and would be difficult to crack for a while, and they also had wounds on their bodies.
If Ye Long had held a dog-beating stick instead of a dead branch, the four monks would have been injured even more seriously.
On the other side, Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhou Zhiruo were already dazzled.
