At that moment, Wang Zhuo lost his voice and asked: "Could it be that you are from Jinyiwei?"
A pair of suspicious eyes swept over Ye Wumian's body, as if he didn't believe that he, a young Gongsheng student, was actually a royal guard.
Ye Wumian said calmly: "If I were the captain of the Jinyi Guards, I would have captured you long ago. How can I tolerate you chatting here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the folding fan in Wang Zhuo's hand was like a golden dart, tearing through the air and whirling towards him.
"Haha, little brother, you are not from Jin Yiwei, so why would you want to interfere like this? Could it be that you are Si Chen, who is meddling in other people's affairs!"
Hearing that Ye Wumian was not from the Jinyi Guard, Wang Zhuo felt relieved and used his power to capture Ye Wumian.
Ye Wumian didn't say much, and drew out the green sword in his hand to greet him.
The sword energy was like a rainbow, fierce and unstoppable. Several "scratching" sounds were heard, and the folding fan was disassembled in response to the sound, falling into pieces of paper, scattering like snowflakes.
"My Haoran Zhengqi fan!"
Wang Zhuo screamed in pain, then turned to look panicked, as if he had realized something, pointed at Ye Wumian, and said in a trembling voice: "The sword energy is so powerful, you, are you a strong reverse channel?"
Ye Wumian didn't answer. He flew forward with his sword and stabbed at Wang Zhuo.
Wang Zhuo was originally at home in Yanzhu. He had nothing but a folding fan in his hand. Ye Wumian had a sword in his hand and showed unreasonable cultivation, which instantly made him lose all his fighting spirit.
"Spare my life, I will be captured without mercy!"
Just as Ye Wumian's long sword reached forward, Wang Zhuo's knees bent and his legs softened, and he knelt down to Ye Wumian, begging for mercy regardless of his face, without any backbone.
Ye Wumian put the sword on his neck and mocked: "Haoran is righteous? Does your current appearance have anything to do with Haoran's righteousness?"
Wang Zhuo kowtowed repeatedly, with a flattering look on his face: "Brother Luo, I see that you are still young and don't have much experience. No matter how great your righteousness is, if it loses its vitality, it will be in vain! Everything should focus on 'life' , righteousness must give way! Even if Old Master Meng comes in person and sees the student in this state, he will definitely understand."
Ye Wumian was so angry that he laughed angrily and said, "Are you qualified to talk about Mencius? Mencius said, life and righteousness, 'You cannot have both. He who sacrifices his life for righteousness!' He can sacrifice his life, how dare you ?”
Seeing Ye Wumian's expression, Wang Zhuo was so frightened that he put his hands on the ground and forced himself to use sophistry. In order to gain a way out of his life, he straightened up again, spread his hands and confessed: "But what the student did was not 'righteous'. Don't be like Old Master Meng, who still needs to sacrifice his life for righteousness."
Ye Wumian didn't know what to say, but when he saw his sanctimonious but skeletal appearance, he felt a nauseating aftertaste of acid reflux, and almost found a place to vomit.
"boom!"
The hilt of the sword hit Wang Zhuo on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.
Ye Wumian's cold eyes looked at the woman.
The woman, still holding her infant child, stepped back and took off the hairpin from her head.
Ye Wumian thought that she was going to threaten her infant child.
Considering that the child was frail after all, and the woman's hairpin was only a short distance from the child's neck, if she really wanted to attack, no matter how fast her sword was, it couldn't be faster than her stabbing her.
He quickly shouted and said: "I advise you not to hurt the child in your hand, otherwise, my sword will drink your blood!"
The woman snorted coldly, and her plump body took advantage of this gap to sneak behind Wang Pandi. She held the child in one hand and the hairpin in the other, and pressed it against Wang Pandi's throat.
"How could I hurt Chengfeng in my hand? This is my son! Even if he is not my biological son, so what? He is also my son, son! Son, son..."
An extremely insane roar made Ye Wumian stunned for a moment.
Amidst the roar, some people cried, some were silent, and some were heartbroken.
Wang Pandi seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar where ice was stored at home, feeling cold from beginning to end.
She looked up in disbelief and looked at this mother who had lost her mind.
Unexpectedly, his mother yelled, "Don't move, or I'll cut your throat out if you move again!" He was so heartbroken that he let her hold him hostage.
Two more lines of tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
The woman recited the word "son" more than a dozen times, as if she had been poisoned and could only speak these two words.
She must be crazy to do such a chilling act of coercion against her own bloodline.
When Ye Wumian saw that the hairpin had stabbed Wang Pandi's neck deeply, he knew that she was not pretending to hold him hostage and trying to escape with her life, but that she really wanted to use this to impose some conditions.
Ye Wumian thrust the tip of his sword forward, not wanting to say more, and was about to cut off her hand with a sword, but he saw a figure behind her flickering, and with a "bang", a delicate palm slapped her on the back of the head, knocking her unconscious. .
And before she collapsed, she hugged the crying infant in her arms.
"A woman like this is not worthy of being a mother!"
The visitor let out a sweet squeak and "poof". Due to the physiological conditions at this time, he did not spit out real phlegm. He seemed to be very upset and stamped his feet on the spot.
Seeing Chu Yan coming, Ye Wumian smiled and said, "You came just in time. If you had come later, I would have cut off her hand."
The person who came was none other than Chu Yan. After Wu Mian caused a loud noise outside the door earlier, she got the signal and hurried over.
When she saw Ye Wumian, she first smiled and called "Young Master".
Then he looked at the woman with disgust and said, "If I had known that the young master was going to chop off her hands, I would have shown up a moment later. I would have just let the young master chop off her hands!"
Wang Pandi, who was on the side, looked at his parents lying on the ground after this incident. The shocking scene just replayed in front of his eyes, and he was stunned, unable to digest it for a while.
Ye Wumian had no intention of letting her continue to be confused, so he called her softly: "Brother Pan, Brother Pan."
Before Wang Pandi could answer, Chu Yan held her baby's hand, leaving one free, pinching her nose and saying, "What's your name, Pandi? I'm looking forward to a younger brother, can this be called a name? A girl's life mission , just to hope for a younger brother?"
She disliked the name and said it bluntly. After Wang Pandi came to his senses and heard this, he didn't blame her and just sighed quietly.
"If you really look forward to a younger brother, then that's fine, but it's a pity that looking forward to it brings back the inner demons of the mother."
With tears in his eyes, Wang Pandi felt confused as he looked at his mother, who was lying softly on the ground but still holding the hairpin tightly.
Ye Wumian comforted her for a while, and then asked: "Brother Pan, when you argued with your mother earlier, you said that your mother provided a stronghold for that group of men and women?"
Wang Pandi wiped his face, sobbed a few times, stabilized his mind, and nodded: "Yes, since my mother bought Chengfeng Xiaodi from Wugong Mountain a few months ago, she has provided it for thieves who sell young children outside the city. A stronghold. However, the children who were obtained illegally were ordered to be temporarily stored there until a certain number was counted before they were transferred away. I don’t know what got into my father’s mind, but he didn’t stop her and just let her go!”
She looked at Wang Zhuo, with a look of disappointment in her eyes.
In the courtyard of the Wang family, plaques saying "I am good at cultivating my awe-inspiring spirit" are hung everywhere, but they are doing such things behind their backs.
Now it seems that what was written was not Mencius, but satire.
Every word of the sages' scriptures that the four Wang sisters recited during night reading turned into black smoke and dissipated into the boundless night.
Ye Wumian took back the ghost mask from Wang Pandi's hand, put it on his face and said, "In that case, Pandi, please lead the way, take us to destroy the stronghold and rescue those children!"
