The martial arts master pressed his sword and called out to Liu Feng, "Liu Baihu, what's more important, your ears or catching the thief? There are just a pair of big ears on the left and right. If they are gone, they will be gone! The worst thing is that from now on, you will be called Liu Feng without ears."
Liu Feng seemed to have not heard anything, still just crying on the spot.
The situation on the field was at a stalemate, and a group of men and horses were approaching here with the sound of armors clashing.
As they got closer, Ye Wumian roughly saw from the corner of his eye that among this group of people were Li Dong, Zhou Xian, Zhu Houmao and others.
"That's fine. It's not bad that Brother Zhou came to see me off on the night I died in Changsha City. However, before I die, I wonder if I can ask Brother Zhou for a drink?"
Ye Wumian thought in a daze, and a smile appeared on his face that was stained with sweat, snow, and blood.
When Liu Feng saw Zhu Houmao, he seemed to suddenly regain his consciousness. He picked up a pair of big ears that had been killed in the battle. He held an eight-edged mace under his arm. He cried and shouted, crawled with three steps, bumped with five steps, and ran away. When he arrived in front of Zhu Houmao, he said with tears streaming down his face: "Your Highness, Shisun, I have been injured due to my humble duty. Please ask the famous doctor of the royal palace to reattach my ears for me. Hurry! Hurry! It won't be too late!"
A pair of bloody big ears was held up to his eyes. Zhu Hou's eyes were so frightened that he exclaimed: "How dare you, a cheap soldier!"
He only thought that Liu Feng was playing pranks, jumping around, cursing people, and yelling wildly.
It was only when he saw that the two sides of Liu Feng's head were prickly and bare, without his iconic big ears that attracted the wind, that he realized what he was doing.
"Ahem, since you're seriously injured, you need to be treated by a doctor." He turned his head with red eyes and said, "Where is the paper heart!"
The paper-hearted maid with blood dripping from her lower body stepped out from the crowd. Her body was shaky and her face was as pale as paper. She seemed to be resurrected from the dead. She forcefully responded: "My maid is here."
"Take Liu Shibaihu to the palace to find Mr. Chen, the master, and let him treat him well."
Zhi Xin's eyes were half open and half closed, and he weakly clasped his fists to accept the order, and led Liu Feng down.
Liu Feng was still mumbling something, as if he was possessed by a ghost.
Others couldn't hear clearly, so they only got a rough idea.
"My wealth and fame...can't just disappear like this, my life's destiny...all depends on it..."
No one understood what he meant. Only Zhou Xian shook his head but said nothing.
On the field, Ye Wumian and Kung Fu Shanren were having a sword fight in full swing. The two sides were going back and forth, and they were evenly matched.
In a single fight at his peak, Ye Wumian is better than Wugong Shanren. However, he was injured in many places and secretly had to guard against Shen Tong's use of Martian to attack him. Only 70% of his tenth ability could be used against Wugong Shanren at most. People, of course, have fallen behind.
Zhu Hou stared desperately at Ye Wumian, the fire of jealousy and hatred in his eyes was spreading and burning, and he wished he could all be turned on him and burn him to ashes!
"Ye Wu Mian, if you take away my lover, I will kill you!"
With a gloomy face, he commanded the guards in brocade clothes behind him: "The crossbowmen have all spotted the maidservant for me. All the crossbow arrows will be shot at him. I will cut him into pieces!"
Zhou Xian hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop the men in the army and said: "Your Highness Shisun, no, absolutely no!"
Zhu Houmao turned to look at him, the coldness in his eyes almost froze his whole face: "What do you think you can do in front of me?"
This condescending tone is the pride of having been in a high position for a long time, and the ruthlessness of being in the royal family and indifference to the common people.
Zhou Xian calmly explained: "The fight between the two is inseparable. The random arrows have no eyes. If they are shot like this, it will be difficult to hit the little maid. Instead, it will hurt the martial arts master..."
Zhu Houmao gritted his teeth so hard that he wanted to eat him alive and had a sleepless night.
"So what if you hurt the martial arts master? He's just a pariah. If he's hurt, he's hurt. Even if he dies, it's just a small matter."
In order to delay the sleepless night, Zhou Xian's mind was spinning. He shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Your Highness, this martial arts mountain man is not a pariah. He is a person who has been famous for a long time at the junction of Hunan and Jiangxi provinces, between the two peaks of martial arts and Mingyue. A master of martial arts, he has the bearing of a leader within a radius of five hundred miles. If today, in order to kill this little maid, unfortunately he shoots the martial arts master to death indiscriminately, and then causes trouble in the world, the heroes of the world will definitely be We should blame Prince Ji’s Mansion!”
Zhou Xian forcefully defended himself. Li Dong, who was silent on the side, seemed to understand his intention, but he didn't know what his intention was. He looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes and flowing eyes.
Zhu Hou was about to go crazy: "I don't care, I don't care, I just want Ye Wumian to die. Even if it costs the lives of all the Jinyi guards here, I still want Ye Wumian to die!"
The words he said in a roar finally lost the dignity of a king.
Some of the captains in Jinyi who had already prepared their bows and arrows and were just waiting for orders from their superiors to shoot, turned out to be frosty-faced, or took off their arrows directly, or misaligned their aim.
"Shisun..." Zhou Xian frowned, with a grimace on his face, and wanted to persuade him again.
"Your mother's grandson!" Zhu Hou took a risk and tried to kick Zhou Xian away. But he kicked the armor's protective steel, causing pain in his feet.
Like a wild horse that lost its mind, he snatched a crossbow captain's light crossbow with his hands and shouted angrily: "Ye Wu Mian, I will let you die!"
This dude seemed to be familiar with the operation of a light crossbow. Hearing the sound of the bowstring, he pulled the trigger, and the crossbow arrow shot out of the air, hitting Ye Wumian directly.
"Um?"
Ye Wumian left some energy with him, and had been on guard against this move.
Zhu Houmao had just raised his light crossbow, but before he could launch it, he hurriedly bumped into the martial arts mountain man's sword.
The martial arts master was surprised and happy. He had been fighting for a long time and could not sleep at night. He was already anxious with so many eyes watching, but now that such a good thing happened, he didn't even think about it, and he stabbed with his long sword.
Almost touching his chest, Ye Wumian turned sideways to avoid the tip of the sword.
The martial artist continued to move forward and caught the flying crossbow arrow with his body.
"puff……"
A mouthful of old blood spurted out from the mouth of the martial arts mountain man.
He had suffered the sins of his generation and was hit by a crossbow. He still didn't know the cause. He looked at Zhu Houmao and others with a confused expression and a fatalistic look on his face.
Just in time to see Zhu Houmai's body soften, as if someone tapped his sleeping point, he collapsed weakly in Zhou Xian's arms.
"Shisun is just sleepy, don't make a fuss."
Li Dong's cold, unemotional voice, and the faint pressure of the Nitong Realm, made no one else dare to doubt him. The Jinyi captains all lowered their heads and remained silent.
Zhou Xian hugged the collapsed Zhu Houmao and handed him over to a captain in Jinyi. He looked at Li Dong in surprise: "What about you?"
Li Dong said nothing, and the gauze on his face blocked people's thoughts.
The martial arts master endured the severe pain and tried to pull out the steel crossbow arrow. However, the crossbow arrow penetrated deeply into the flesh and seemed to have a few medium-sized barbs. How could he pull it out easily?
"Who will hire a famous doctor for me? Who will chase the thief maid?"
He shouted loudly, but he could only watch helplessly as Ye Wumian's figure ran towards the city gate under the attack of clusters of sparks.
. . .
At a certain moment, almost everyone in Wugong Mountain thought that Ye Wumian had escaped.
A limping figure walked back from the darkness with desperate steps.
The figure is bleak, like a ghost in the underworld, so cold that it makes you want to cry.
"Zhou Baihu, do you still have wine? Before I die, I want to beg you for a drink."
Zhou Xian looked shocked and confused when he heard this familiar voice.
He looked at Ye Wumian walking towards him and opened his mouth to scold him away.
Suddenly, the hairs all over his body stood up, and a huge pressure that was far beyond the ability of his cultivation level came over from not far away.
His entire face suddenly became pale.
