Wei Zimo was immediately upset: If I had known, I wouldn't have come down from the thatched cottage in the middle of the mountain.

Thinking about it, those brothers who mocked the self-service machine are really moral. Who would be willing to perform such a task?

"Master, I, Longpui Camp, have a great righteous task. According to your teachings, the dead soldiers of Longpui Camp can cut off their heads and sprinkle blood for the country and crush their bodies to the country. But now, how can the master ask his disciples to do this dejected thing..."

"presumptuous!"

Mr. Xiyue shouted angrily and almost gave Wei Zimo a palm.

"Since you also know that you are a deceased soldier in the Longpiao Camp, you should know the rules of the Longpiao Camp! You are three years old and you are not aware that absolutely obeying the orders of the superiors is the duty of the deceased soldier in the Longpiao Camp? The reason why you become a disciple of the closed school is that you can stand alone in times of danger!"

That's right, Wei Zimo is the closed disciple of Mr. Xiyue, and is unique. However, even the three elders didn't know this secret. They all thought that Wei Zimo was a waste who was hiding in Xiyue Peak for free with a background godfather.

To absolutely obey the orders of superiors, this is indeed the iron rule of the soldiers. Longpui Camp is a secret army. Only a few people, including the three elders, know this secret in the Xiyuefeng Mountain Village. The three hundred disciples in the mountain village only know that they are dead soldiers, but they have never heard of the Longpui Camp organization.

Seeing that Wei Zimo stopped talking, Mr. Xiyue stopped scolding him. For fifteen years, he had been the function of a master and a father. No matter how angry he was, he never touched Wei Zimo.

Wei Zimo had a very high understanding. Whether it was martial arts, swordsmanship, or the principles of life, he could understand it at once. His sickly appearance was just an illusion that his fellow brothers didn't know. This year, he did not hide in the hut of the mountain to sleep and eat, but was practicing swordsmanship.

If he took action, not to mention the 300 dead soldiers in Xiyue Peak, the entire world would probably be bloody.

But Wei Zimo was still reluctant to do so in this mission and said timidly: "The disciple is willing to sacrifice his head and blood on the battlefield, and he will be crushed to pieces..."

Mr. Xiyue gritted his teeth, held back, and interrupted Wei Zimo and said, "It is naturally heroic, but everyone chooses to charge and die in the battlefield. Why do you want me to do Longpui Camp? You only know that what I Longpui Camp does is a matter of righteousness, but you don't know that what I Longpui Camp does is not, which can be done by a thousand troops. Every dead soldier of ours is every cornerstone of the Han Dynasty. Living silently, dying silently, placing the foundation of the country, and carrying the safety of the country. Purpose, this mission is about the comfort of the Han Dynasty, and there is no way to avoid any mistakes!"

To put it bluntly, the Dead Soldiers of Xiyue Peak have always been secret teams, and they all carry out secret missions.

"Master, a child...has something to do with the Han Dynasty? The disciples can't do this..."

Mr. Xiyue, who had just become more stable, suddenly shook his silver beard and grinned and said, "Okay, I have raised you for fifteen years for my teacher. Your wings are hard, and the Lingxu Divine Sword has been practiced to the extreme. I dare to disobey my teacher's orders. Whether it is, the small temple of Xiyue Peak can no longer tolerate you, the great god..."

“Master…”

Wei Zimo wailed and immediately crawled at Mr. Xiyue's feet, saying tremblingly: "Master is as kind as a mountain to his disciple. Just do as he does. Master must not get angry. The disciple will go down the mountain immediately. If you can't complete the task, come and see you."

After hearing Wei Zimo issued a military order, Mr. Xiyue's anger calmed down a little. However, a chill came and he shivered unconsciously: If this mission is not completed, it would not be Wei Zimo who brought him to see him alone. By then, the 300 people in Xiyue Peak would probably have no heads.

So he said earnestly: "Disciple, if the mission really fails, the Han Dynasty will be gone, and the Longpi Camp, the teacher, and the other branches of the Longpi Camp will be gone. So, you are not a small matter, but the two hundred years of foundation of the Han Dynasty."

"The disciple has written it down, and the disciple will go down the mountain now." Wei Zimo said and got up and was about to walk out of the door.

"Wait! I haven't finished speaking yet!" Mr. Xiyue suddenly called Wei Zimo.

After Mr. Xiyue said that, he suddenly pulled out a sword from under the stone table and handed it to Wei Zimo.

"This is the Lingxu Divine Sword, the treasure of the mountain-stopping treasure of my Xiyue Branch. You are the only one who deserves this divine sword in the entire Xiyue Branch."

Ah? Lingxu Divine Sword?

Wei Zimo was both surprised and happy. This sword was indeed the treasure of Xiyue Peak to maintain the mountain. Mr. Xiyue saw it more important than life. Even the three elders had seen it.

"Master, you handed over the divine sword to your disciple. Isn't this increasing the burden on your disciple? If there is a mistake in the divine sword, your disciple will not be able to survive."

"So? As a teacher, you want to live well and complete this task well!"

Mr. Xiyue really took all his life and life. The 300 disciples in Xiyue Mountain Village only knew that stealing a child was shameless. If they knew that this task was so important, they would not dare to accept it, not to accept it.

Mr. Xiyue then said in a serious tone: "Disciple, you have been by your teacher for fifteen years, and you have grown from a child who knows nothing to the number one dead soldier of the Longpiao Camp... Alas! This mission sounds like a despicable thing, but in fact it is full of murderous intent and extremely dangerous. Although you have issued a military order,... The teacher wants you to come back alive. Only when you come back alive can you be considered to have completed the task absolutely. Remember?"

Mr. Xiyue's words made Wei Zimo's eyes heat up, and he immediately bowed and replied, "I remember, I'll remember it! Master, please rest assured!"

"You go down the mountain immediately and arrive in the capital within three days to find your adopted father. He will tell you where to find the child and where to send him to? The deadline for completing the task is five days, so you have to remember it!"

"Beijing? Adopted Father... I haven't seen my adopted father for three years!"

Wei Zimo suddenly became excited.

I heard from my master that his adoptive father sent him to Xiyue Peak fifteen years ago. He didn't know anything about his life experience. He only knew that there were two relatives in this world, one was his master, Mr. Xiyue, and the other was his adoptive father Weifuli.

Because Wei Fuli has a special status, he rarely comes to Xiyue Peak. In the past fifteen years, Wei Zimo has only met his adoptive father five times, and the last time was three years ago.

Wei Zimo couldn't figure out why his adoptive father was a high-ranking official in the capital, so why did he send him to Xiyue Peak to suffer? In the past fifteen years, he has practiced in winter, and no one of his brothers saw the suffering he suffered. In the days of the three summers, he was naked on the stone slab and let his disadvantages be exposed to the sun. The heat on the stone slab almost steamed his body. In the days of the three nine days, he was also lying on the stone slab naked, with five inches thick ice on the stone slab frozen his body into an ice sculpture.

No one knew that Wei Zimo had mastered his peerless martial arts like this, and his brothers even regarded him as a waste of time for free!

He also wanted to ask more details, but he shouldn't know what the master didn't say.

He really understood the rules of Longpiao Camp very well. Although upholding justice is the purpose, he has done a lot of bad things over the years, and there have been more than 20 assassinations and kidnappings alone. Kill designated targets and those brothers who know too many secrets.

But it’s just that it’s snowy and ice. Not to mention completing the task within five days, it’s difficult to get to Chang'an City, 800 miles away within three days.

Mr. Xiyue saw Wei Zimo's thoughts and immediately said: "There is someone on the southern branch that cooperates with you to complete the task. People should have been waiting for you outside the mountain. Remember, you are the executor of this mission and the other party is the coordinator. Don't be led by someone... Five days later, I will be waiting for your good news for you!"

...

Wei Zimo walked out of the Qilin Cave, and Zhang Wu and Wang Wen were wandering anxiously. He was relieved when he saw Wei Zimo coming out with good hands. Although the head master did not stand up for him, he did not punish him, so he said, "Young Master, let's go back to the thatched cottage as soon as possible."

Wei Zimo suddenly opened his arms and hugged the two of them tightly, and said excitedly: "Brother, thank you for your care over the past year. Brother, I'm going out to perform the mission and will be back in a few days."

"Ah?" Zhang Wu and Wang Wen were surprised: "Why send the young master to the mission that everyone is unwilling to perform? No, we have to follow and protect you!"

Wei Zimo looked at the two of them and smiled bitterly: "It's okay. This mission is either a murder or a robbery, or a letter. If you wait for five days, your brother will be back."

Wei Zimo himself didn't know what was going on. Maybe it was because he had never gone down the mountain. He felt that these five days were so long.

Then he said, "I'll go and tell Ding Bo some of it."

Then he left in a hurry, worried that he would cry if he talked to Zhang Wu and Wang Wen.

Alas...why is it like separation from life and death?

Ding Bo was in his early sixties and was the chef in Xiyue Mountain Village. He had more than a dozen chefs under his command. He was considered a member of Xiyue Mountain Village, but he was not among the 300 disciples.

It was lunch break, but Ding Bo was very happy when Wei Zimo's disturbance. He was even more happy to hear that he was going down the mountain to perform the mission. He happily prepared a lot of dry food for Wei Zimo, including two large buns of jerky meat.

"You bring these things well, the food outside is not as delicious as Ding Bo."

Wei Zimo's eyes were moist: "Ding Bo, thank you for this year. I have prepared so many meals to enhance my skills for me."

Ding Bo smiled and said carelessly: "It's good that you know, it's not wasteful of Ding Bo's thoughts."

Suddenly, I saw the long sword wrapped in linen in Wei Zimo's hand, and my face sternly said: "The old monster Xiyue Xian gave you the Lingxu Divine Sword?"

When Wei Zimo heard Ding Bo call his master an old monster, his eyes turned away. In the whole world, no one dared to call his master like this, and even his adopted father was respectful to his master. The three elders sometimes called his master the Western Monarch Immortal, but they never dared to say that he was an old monster.

It seems that Ding Bo is a person with a story, and he has ignored it before.

"What's wrong with Ding Bo? Zi Mo has already issued a military order to his master. If the man is there, the sword is there, our mountain-storing treasure on Xiyue Peak will not be lost."

Ding Bo's expression was even more ugly. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed: "What does the old monster Xiyuexian want to do? Are you not afraid that the entire sect and palace hawks will come to chase you? Mr. Wei, Ding Bo knows that after this year's recession, you have mastered the peerless sword technique of sword ghost grief, but you'd better be careful, I'm afraid that this mission will not be as simple as just taking away a child..."

Wei Zimo was stunned: Ding Bo is indeed not a simple chef, he actually knows the unique sword technique of Guichou.

Then he was full of suspicion: Since I knew that I had mastered the sword and ghost chou's peerless sword technique, then the next time I went out to the mountain, how could it attract the pursuit of the sects and hawks in the martial arts world and the court? Is it that serious?

Is there something secret that this sword hides?
Chapter completed!