"I thought this knife would have to wait for many years."

Ye Zhai smiled, not forcefully, but quite relieved, "No matter whether my actions are right or wrong in my opinion, in this place, we will always have enemies and grudges. If Gang Leader He hadn't used this sword today, he would have done it tomorrow."

There will definitely be someone who will step up to the Tiantai Mountains and reveal a move that he has hidden for many years. There is no way to avoid it and the only way is to take it head-on."

"But having said that, if you and I are fighting a life-and-death fight without dodge or dodge, it would be a great blessing to at least get something happy."

He Zhaoling's body was covered with numerous wounds, and he looked much more embarrassed than Ye Zhai. However, the deep knife wound between the latter's waist and ribs was also shocking, and the hem of his blue robe was covered in pink.

Nowadays, no one can tell the difference between the two sides. It is just a lose-lose situation. It is no longer as indifferent as it was at the beginning. It is rare to be able to talk freely and stop talking.

"Do you regret it?" He Zhaoling also smiled, put away the long knife and asked, but his expression was very peaceful, and there was no aggressive meaning in his words. He leaned slightly on a tree stump with only half of it left, and rested for a while.

"Have you ever thought about Gang Leader He that he was born with bad luck and ended up in a den of horse thieves instead of being reincarnated into a noble family?"

Ye Zhai also leaned against a tree stump and did not answer, but asked the question calmly.

"When it comes to bad luck, nodding is not false, shaking the head is too false, but I never feel that being reborn next to a group of horse thieves has bad luck. High-ranking officials have their own worries, and horse thieves and bandits also have heroic and upright spirits.

person

, How come you have pity." He Zhaoling tore off two pieces of tree bark that had been cut into several pieces by the sword energy, pulled them into thin strips, tied the wounds all over his body with gurgling blood, temporarily stopped the bleeding from the wounds, gritted his teeth and spit out two thick mouthfuls

Qi, continue to adjust your breath.

On the other hand, Ye Zhai used the edge of his sword to cut off the hem of his shirt, wrapped it around his waist and abdomen, and wrapped the extremely deep knife wound hastily to prevent the wound from bleeding any more. Then he lowered his eyebrows and smiled, "Since the leader of the gang,

I don’t think I was reincarnated into a horse thief camp

It was a bad thing in the village, so how could I feel regretful? At least every time we clear out a place, many people will not die, and the fields and houses will not be destroyed. The family is high above others, and I can't get rid of it with my little head.

can do something

There is no regret for doing what is within our power.” “There are always a few people in the world who can feed the desperate people, provide them with a place to protect themselves from the cold and wind, and can also put them in a place to protect themselves from the cold and wind.

All the aristocratic families who rely on the merits of their ancestors to protect them and do evil will be wiped out." He Zhaoling was lost in thought, a light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then he smiled bitterly and said, "Unfortunately, until now, I have never heard of such a courageous master."

Ye Zhai shook his head, lifted up his sleeves, and his eyes suddenly became happy. He looked like an old farmer in the country, watching his seedlings gradually jointing and heading, "That's not right. Although Yizhang doesn't have it now, but in comparison, the abuse he suffered from the aristocratic family is relatively minor."

Some people say that there are many aristocratic families in the two countries of Qi and Qiling, and most of them have immortal families behind them.

The waist has a solid foundation, and the emperor has to watch his words. Even so, more than ten years ago, there was a scholar with great knowledge. In front of the emperor, civil and military officials, and tens of thousands of people in the capital, he listed the names of the noble families.

The sixty-four major sins, I just relied on a great expert to guard them, and told them all for the world to hear."

He Zhaoling raised his eyebrows, obviously letting these words catch his mind, "Is there really such a life-threatening madman?"

"That's natural. When times change, there must be leaders. Unfortunately, there are not enough of them to force the family to collapse. Even though these sixty-four crimes were pronounced in public, the literati and the four who fought to protect each other were

A master in this realm is still almost eliminated." Ye Zhai, who is dressed in green and has white hair, shakes his head now, but he can always see some women.

Zi Mei looked regretful and said, "After all, it provoked many aristocratic families to almost plot rebellion, and provoked many immortal families to come one after another. I heard that it even alarmed the Five Jue, and beat the person who was holding the bodyguard to death so much that his meridians were severed, and it was almost impossible to survive.

The scholar somehow managed to escape with the help of the treasure, and thus managed to escape the liquidation."

"After ten years of planting fruit, I'm afraid it's very close to sprouting and growing branches." He Zhaoling sighed, "But maybe you and I can't see it."

"It's impossible to tell. In the past ten years, no one has watered this tree, and no one has loosened the soil. Even the stubborn tree species that can grow in the cracks of the rocks have probably lost 80% to 90% of their vitality, and they are still in need of a scoop.

Clear water, or a continuous rain like today."

The rain has not stopped and is still pouring down.

The old servant outside the mountain was suspicious, tugged on Yun Zhong's sleeves, and asked in a low voice, "Young hero, please help me see, who has the upper hand between the sect master and the caravan leader? Why did both of them have the upper hand after the fight just now?

They didn't move, but they seemed to be talking to each other. The old man's eyes were too dim to help, he could only see an outline, and he had to ask the young knight to take a closer look and inform him of the situation."

Yun Zhong nodded and looked away, but he remained silent.

"The Master of the Ye Clan seems to have suffered a stab wound." Wen Yu stood aside and saw clearly. Seeing that the young man had not spoken a word, he spoke to the old man on his own, feeling quite unbearable.

"I'm afraid Miss Wen has made a mistake. The leader of the Ye clan and the leader of the caravan are not injured no matter how they look. They are sitting cross-legged, waiting for their inner energy to flow. I'm afraid they will have to show off their skills again and fight again soon.

, where did the injury come from?”

Contrary to Wen Yu's expectations, Yun Zhong spoke very calmly, and then turned to the old servant and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help the leader of the Ye clan? You can use it as much as you can. I'm afraid it will take a while."

Then we have to differentiate between life and death."

The old man still looked worried, but it was slightly calmer than before. He shook his head when he heard this and said, "How can an old man get help? If he calls those disciples to come, he can relieve the gang leader's worries a little, but at the moment there are thousands of people in the caravan.

There is no way to intervene here."

Wen Yu still wanted to say something, but Yun Zhong pulled him away and said in a low voice, "In this case, if we do our best to ensure Tianming's safety, and with the swordsmanship of the master of the Ye clan, we can probably stabilize the opponent, which will naturally make my father-in-law feel a lot more relieved."

In the last sentence, the young man spoke very slowly but very steadily.

Wen Yu bit her lip and finally said nothing.

Among the Baihumen, the three children finally woke up, but except for the oldest boy, the other two were still dizzy and unable to get up. The boy had to stand up by himself, picked up the bamboo sword, and barely held on.

With soft footsteps, he walked out of the house.

The rain in the mountains was still a bit heavy. The boy glanced at the courtyard, frowned, grabbed a futon here and there to resist the heavy rain, hurried to the middle of the courtyard, and looked into the ancient well.

The ancient well that was originally slashed by the young swordsman was covered with dense lines and broken in several places. Now it is solid again, but the green lotus at the mouth of the well has changed from green and green to withered and yellow.
Chapter completed!