Ding Yi used a knife to pull out the object that the other party spit out, but Qigen bit off his tongue.

At this time, the short and strong man had a gray face and died of breath. However, he had no tongue, and a lot of bleeding from his mouth, blood poured into the trachea, causing death from suffocation.

"Don't regret?" Ding Yi shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, "Do you think your surname is Yang?"

Ding Yi looked at the two dead bodies in the room. It seemed that he could no longer plan the situation slowly. Some wealthy people in the world had been brainwashed. He felt that he was castrated by Ding, for the country and the people. If he dragged him down, he would be seven or eight people next time, equipped with crossbows and the like. Now his body is not in his hand, so he is afraid he can't bear it.

"Uncle Zhong!" Ding Yi walked out of the room and called the old housekeeper loudly. The sleepy Jian Mu ran out first, but Ding Yi ordered him, "Go back to sleep and you will not be allowed to come out if you don't ask you to come out!"

"Young Master, maybe I should explain some things to you." Uncle Zhong's voice came from the eaves above Ding Yi's head.

Then I saw Uncle Zhong jumping down from the eaves very lightly. Uncle Zhong standing in front of Ding Yi was that Uncle Zhong, but Uncle Zhong was no longer the old butler Uncle Zhong.

His back is no longer hunched, even the elderly skeleton is enough to show that Zhong Shu must have had a strong and majestic body in the past; his eyelids are no longer half-hung, and he raised his head, and the deep nasolabial folds on his face made him no longer angry before he spoke: "Young master, I have been here since they fed the dogs medicine and cook cakes."

Uncle Zhong said this, and Ding Yi naturally understood what he meant, that is, Uncle Zhong saw this process and no longer had to cover up the surface.

He no longer calls himself an old slave because he is not a slave.

Either don't tell it or tell the truth.

Ding Yi stretched out his hand and said to Uncle Zhong: "Please

.”

Uncle Zhong walked into the room and did not ask Ding Yi immediately, but held the lamp and looked carefully at every corner.

Then he sat down and asked a question that had nothing to do with the two dead bodies in the room: "Did you make Lei Jiutian?" Before Ding Yi spoke, he pointed to the knife hanging on the wall, "I recognized the goose-feather sword. Thirty years ago, Lei Jiutian's father borrowed sixty taels of red gold from his elder brother to buy the Hundred Refined Qiushui Goose-feather sword. Lei Jiutian still had a breath, so the knife would not leave him!

"Why?"

Ding Yi looked at Uncle Zhong who was sitting on the chair with a big horse, smiled and said nothing.

Uncle Zhong must have killed people, and he has killed many people. If he kills too many people, he will have murderous aura. Or because of some subtle actions that kill too many people, sensitive people will feel a sense of fear - just like the drug lords that Ding Yi had contacted in his previous life, the murderous aura of the murderer was far less strong than Uncle Zhong who had straightened his waist and back.

In fact, Ding Yi had thought that Uncle Zhong had a problem, so he didn't have to wait until the old man said to himself: "On the world..." Ding Yi almost found Uncle Zhong's footsteps. It was absolutely no easier to avoid the ears of people like Ding Yi within twenty steps than a mosquito evade the spider's web.

"Why? Say!" Uncle Zhong asked again, his voice still not loud, but it had an unstoppable smell.

Ding Yi was not panicked. One thing he could be sure of was that Uncle Zhong did not realize that he was no longer the scholar Ding.

Because Uncle Zhong checked the scene and killed the two killers on the scene, there was no power or agility beyond this body, and there was no special mark on the fatal injury on the corpse. As long as you check the corpse, you can see Ding Yi's decision and fierceness, but you can also see the tricks of an ordinary person.

"My surname is Ding." This is Ding Yi's answer to Uncle Zhong.

These three words seem simple, but they are the psychological profile Ding Yi gave to Uncle Zhong in this moment, and then inferred the answer that best suits the other person's temperament.

Sure enough, Uncle Zhong's expression eased, and even a little praise: "Lei Jiutian is very careful. He never attacked his opponent who was not sure of killing."

"No matter how he looks at it, he thinks he can kill me with one finger."

Uncle Zhong's face became more and more appreciative: "He has the Hundred Refined Qiushui Yanfeng Sword."

"I have two iron nails, which I can do casually in the iron shop in the street market." Ding Yi did not intend to pull out the natural nature. Uncle Zhong may be a trustworthy support for Ding Xiucai, but for Ding Yi at this time, he was just a stranger who had known him for less than a day. Ding Yi did not tell all his things about him to the people he had just met.

“He never walks alone.”

"There are indeed four powerful companions." Ding nodded. It seemed that Uncle Zhong knew at least the people in the martial arts world in Rongcheng.

Uncle Zhong stood up and said, "I went to cook the four companions, please wait for a while."

"You can't kill them."

Uncle Zhong raised his white eyebrows, but before he could speak, he heard Ding Yi say, "No matter how sharp your knife is, you can't kill the dead again."

"Why did you do Lei Jiutian?" Uncle Zhong, who sat down again, looked at Ding Yi with an unconcealed pride on his face, as if he had heard of the younger generation in high school.

"run."

Uncle Zhong asked in confusion: "Run?"

"After running five thousand steps, they sat down, I took them off."

Then Uncle Zhong stopped asking questions. He did not tell Ding Yi anything else, but just lowered his eyelids, stood up and hunched his back, a few white hairs swayed in the candlelight, looking like the weeds on the edge of the old grave drifting in the wind: "Young Master, you will tell me about this in the future."

"Okay." Ding nodded.

Uncle Zhong was a little surprised: "Young Master, don't you have anything to ask?"

"If you want to tell me, don't ask; if it's inconvenient, why ask?"

Uncle Zhong nodded, didn't say anything for a while, and after a long time he spoke: "Young Master, it's a pity for you to study."

Then Uncle Zhong, who was hunched over, pulled the belts of the two corpses, and took them out of Ding Yi's bedroom as if nothing had happened.

Ding Yi shook his head, he did not agree with Uncle Zhong's pity at all.

He could fully understand what Uncle Zhong meant, but he was missing a hero in the world.

No matter how murderous Uncle Zhong is, no matter how strong his skills are, he is limited to his perspective. What he sees is two completely different worlds from what Ding Yi sees.

Ding Yi would never go on the road of the world unless he had no choice.

What is a hero? It was already the Ming Dynasty at this time, neither the Spring and Autumn Period nor the Han and Tang Dynasties. The hero is a gangster, a wanted criminal, or

"Huainan robbed Song Jiang and others... and ordered the governor Zhang Shu to surrender him at night." Is this interesting? Ding Yi felt that unless the Ming Emperor wanted to steal his woman, he would probably have to do this, otherwise it would be so painful. Going through time to do such things?

At this time, Ruyu shouted softly outside the door, "Young Master." Then the door was pushed open again, and the huge copper basin was holding the white porcelain-like little hand. When he entered the door, he saw a rag on his shoulder. This time, he was not here to serve Ding Yi to wash his feet, but to clean up the blood. Before Ding Yi could speak, he heard the old butler say outside the door, "Young Master, it's not a problem. Ruyu and the old slave went out to do things a few times."

Ding Yi can understand the matter. I guess even Ruyu has killed someone and seen blood?

In this way, Ding Xiucai's dead father may not be a pure and good person. Thinking about the natural stupid master Zen Master Dawu's evaluation of Ding's father, he is just a gangster. Ding Yi has understood what his identity and family background are like.

"Young Master, if you don't want to go to Beijing, I will take Ruyu with you tonight to cook the pickled people together. It's amazing to buy a boat to go south... There is still a bit of incense in the world..." The old butler hunched his back and lowered his eyes, but secretly incisively incisively incite Ding Yi to embark on the road of heroic hero.

Ding Yi smiled and said, "No, Uncle Zhong, I will go to Beijing tomorrow."

"So, the old slave and Ruyu accompanied the young master to Beijing. This house was just for Jianmu to see that boy." Uncle Zhong did not refute Ding Yi's words, and there was no displeasure.

"No, I'll just go alone." Ding Yi once again rejected Uncle Zhong's proposal.

Uncle Zhong stopped doing this: "Young Master's words are inappropriate. The capital is not as good as Rongcheng. The dragon and tiger are hidden in the capital..." He said seven or eight names that were probably famous in the martial arts world, and said, "Even the White Lotus Sect, which never forgets the cause of the trouble, must have had a good stubborn stake in the capital. If the young master accidentally clashes with them..." Then he counted the good stoles of the government, "There are also many good stoles in the Jinyiwei, and there are many great evil people in the nobles' palaces..."

Listening to Uncle Zhong’s conspiracy, Ding Yi was probably not going to join Quan Yin or to be an undercover agent, but to go to the capital to unify the world and become the leader of the Green Forest of the Seven Provinces.

"Uncle Zhong, can you and Ruyu bear the court?" Ding Yi waved his hand slightly to stop Uncle Zhong, but said to him, "If this eunuch Quan wants to attack me, it will use the power of the court. It is not just a good player of the Jinyiwei, but Ruzhong, you are the great evil you said. If you give an order, do these people dare not obey? Even if you and Ruyu go, you can't protect me. If that eunuch Quan is really nostalgic, Uncle Zhong, those people can't touch me, even if you occasionally leave the order, you will see this knife."

Ding Yi pointed to the Hundred Refined Qiushui Yanfeng Sword hanging on the wall. Even if it was single, Tiefu Tu Lei Jiutian could not do anything to him.

In fact, what is more important is that Ding Yi is unwilling to let Uncle Zhong follow him.

There is nothing else, because this old fox is too smart.

And he is also an old fox with strong murderous aura.
Chapter completed!