It was no longer early autumn, but his heart was as wandering as before.
I fled from Luoyang to Changsha and settled comfortably for a few years. I thought I could stay calm forever.
But life is like falling leaves, even if they are "fluttering but not willing to come down, they still cherish the old forest", it is a pity that the fallen leaves are intentional and the autumn wind is ruthless. How can people in this world of sunny and rainy rivers and lakes help themselves.
Ye Wumian's touch of the corner of his eyes actually brought out a wet feeling.
He smiled, how strong can a fifteen or sixteen year old boy be?
After a night of being infinitely close to death, I now have a moment of relaxation. This desolate autumn scene evokes the tenderness in my heart, and reminds me of the unpredictability of the future and the endless suffering of running around. Finally, I burst into tears and cried.
He sobbed hard for a few times and then warned himself not to cry again. Now, I am pretending to be Zhang Daqiu and cheating here.
If you are unfortunate enough to be seen by the gangsters of the Black Elk Gang, you will inevitably hesitate if you see the usually powerful leader weeping secretly at this moment, which is very different from his usual appearance.
Since he has great martial arts skills, he doesn't have to worry about these rookies becoming suspicious. However, the purpose of pretending to be Zhang Daqiu is to contact Director Wu, so he can't ruin this final event.
After a few random wipes, the sobbing stopped. The tears were still like the rainy season in the annoying season. They kept falling. The sleeves were so wet that they could be squeezed out, and there was no sign of stopping.
He simply didn't care, just took a breath and walked forward.
After unblocking the meridians, the vital meridians were forced out of the body, and the internal energy flowed forward without any obstacles.
At this moment, his internal energy moves forward and backward without conflict, coexisting and benefiting each other. His skills are unprecedentedly powerful. His body organs are further strengthened. When he walks, his posture is windy and his steps are like flying. He can walk on a mountain road that is more than a mile long. , only walked less than half a cup of tea.
Vaguely remembering last night, the poisonous Yang woman said that she would place Luo Xiangzhu in a small wooden house on the high chair slope one mile north of the bamboo house.
Calculating the distance, we should be there soon.
A crooked, weathered and blurred stone tablet suddenly appeared on the side of the road, with three words written on it, "High Chair Slope".
The font is immature and clumsy, not like it was written by a famous artist.
I didn't have time to read more, I just saw a small wooden house standing isolated on the slope under the morning light. From far away, I heard a miserable voice screaming, feeling very desperate and helpless.
Ye Wumian's heart beat violently. Accompanying her day and night, this sound was all too familiar to him. It was Miss Luo Xiangzhu's mournful scream.
What's up with her? !
Taking three steps and two steps at a time, he took big strides without sleep and rushed towards the cabin. It was also his wit that he imitated the sound of a big ball in advance and shouted loudly: "Who dares to act wild here?"
This roar worked, and Luo Xiangzhu's shrill voice stopped abruptly.
Not waiting for a moment, Ye Wumian rushed to the door of the house. Two corpses were lying on the spot. They were aunts Tan and An. At a glance, it was obvious that the sword wounds on their throats caused their death.
Ye Wumian's eyes suddenly contracted, and he stood up in front of Luo Xiangzhu who was huddled in the corner of the room, looking at the assailant.
This sight made the man feel like he was dead, and the weapon in his right hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Ye Wumian sneered and said, "Lai Cong, you took that little maid's pine pattern sword to commit murder, do you want to frame her?"
He imitated the sound of Zhang Daqiu, and the imitation was very similar. Lai Cong immediately lost his fighting spirit.
The perpetrator was none other than Lai Cong.
The scoundrel lost his left hand yesterday, and lost both beauties.
After planning for so long, I actually made wedding clothes for others. Last night in the Black Elk Peak, the scoundrel was filled with endless anger. He picked up the wine bottle and drank a long drink to relieve his distress and the pain of his broken hand.
He drank and ate most of the night until dawn, until he was groggy and confused. Originally, I drank to relieve my sorrow, but as a result, my sorrow was like a fire. When I poured wine on it, it could not be extinguished. Instead, it became more and more intense.
In a moment of drunkenness and embarrassment, the villain was daring. He held a long sword with a dragon scale iron sheath at his waist. With his remaining right hand, he picked up the pine pattern sword he had snatched from Ye Wumian and held it up one night to participate in the escort of Luo Luo. Xiangzhu's little minions were hanging on his neck. After being pressed, he found the location and rushed straight towards him in an aggressive manner.
Fortunately, the scoundrel managed to kill Aunts Tan and An. Before he could attack Luo Xiangzhu, he was stopped in time by Ye Wumian who arrived.
Seeing "Zhang Daqiu" standing in front of him, Lai Cong was so frightened that his seven souls lost his soul. He hesitated and said: "Master, aren't you still enjoying that little girl? Why are you here?"
Ye Wumian chuckled, the disgust towards Lai Cong pouring out of his eyes, and said: "Keep your questions and go to hell to ask the Lord of Hell!"
When Lai Cong saw the murderous intent on "Zhang Daqiu"'s face, he thought to himself that something was wrong. After drinking all night, he finally woke up at this moment.
The name of the Flying Toad is indeed well-deserved. Without any warning, this scoundrel hardly showed how to accumulate strength. After a simple bend of his legs, he flew backwards out of the house.
No matter how powerful a toad is, it can only jump forward, and there is no toad that can jump backwards. Although Lai Cong is named the Flying Toad, he is obviously better than his predecessor.
Sleepless Night had already expected this.
Just because of this scoundrel, his actual fighting skills are sparse and ordinary, and his light kung fu is beyond the reach of others. It is precisely because of this unique skill that Lai Cong can act boldly and commit many evil things.
He reached into his arms with his right hand and grabbed the Jueling Needle. His eyes flashed sharply, as if he had locked onto Lai Cong. With a flick of his finger, the two-finger-long steel needle shot out through the air.
Thinking that even though Lai Cong was very good at Qinggong, he was extremely fast, but no matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than the hidden weapon of a meridians reversal master. A muffled sound came, and the jumping "toad" was hit by the needle. His body was blocked and he fell from the air. He fell down and broke a leg, rolling on the ground and wailing.
Ye Wumian bent down to pick up the pine pattern sword, and jumped in front of the bandit with a slight jump. Seeing the pain on his face, he showed no pity, and with a move of "You know how many flowers fall", he lightly used the general's sword. As he drove away, a scream like a slaughtering pig continued, and Lai Cong's crotch was quickly soaked and stained red with blood.
Ye Wumian killed him with one sword.
Lai Cong endured the severe pain in his lower body and gritted his teeth and said: "The master of the house can kill people with just a nod of his head. Even if it's my fault, I shouldn't have put my idea on your head. You just killed me with one sword, so why bother?" Humiliate me?"
Ye Wumian laughed and said, "What you said makes perfect sense. Unfortunately, I am not the boss."
"Ah?" This unreasonable statement made Lai Cong fall into confusion.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Wumian used another move, "How Many Flowers Have Fallen", and used it repeatedly.
The wind withered the remaining flowers, and the scoundrel's big head was cut off and flew out straight and parallel. The blood vessels and arteries in his neck were like fountains, rushing up blood into the sky.
The corpse was separated and the head was in a different place. The rogue's thoughts came to an abrupt end.
Lai Cong, die!
