Jiang Wenzheng wanted to go up the mountain alone to rescue Jiang Xuan and the others, but Su Yuanyuan insisted on following him.
She knew that Jiang Xuan was good at martial arts, and how powerful someone who could subdue Jiang Xuan must be.
Jiang Wenzheng's legs and feet were inconvenient, and Su Yuanyuan couldn't worry about it. Besides, she still had the pound of poison given to her by Qingyi, so she would not suffer any loss.
Wen Shaoru, who was on the side, also came forward and said with great interest, "I'll follow you too!"
Miss Su is so beautiful, wouldn't she be missed by those people when she went to Heifeng Village? He would also go with her to protect Miss Su.
In the evening, a bonfire was lit in Heifeng Village, and the raging fire illuminated the village.
The old man sitting on the chair and drinking wine squinted his eyes and looked at the large iron pot surrounded by fire on the middle table. The water inside was still quiet with only a few small bubbles emerging and floating on the water.
Jiang Xuan and a dark-skinned young man were hung on a pillar nearby, staring blankly at the burning cauldron that could just hold the two of them.
No way, no way, this old man doesn’t want to eat people...
It took a long time for the pot of water to go from stillness to boiling, and Jiang Xuan's heart was suffering like an ant on a hot pot.
He looked up at the sky, wanting to cry without tears, "Brother, come and save me!"
When the old man saw that the water in the pot was boiling, he suddenly smiled and pointed at Jiang Xuan and Xiao He, who was almost unconscious. He couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes, "Quick, quick, quick! Get off the pot! Get off the pot!"
Jiang Xuan's face froze, and he looked at the minions that were gradually approaching him. He kept kicking his dangling feet in the air, trying to force those people back.
At this moment, a young man quickly ran forward and said, "Report! Three men came down from the mountain, saying they were here to deliver the ransom."
The old man only caught the word ransom, and his eyes immediately shone brightly. A clever man sat up from the chair, waved his hand, and said, "Bring them up."
Jiang Xuan looked towards the door and saw Jiang Wenzheng slowly walking towards here with a wooden crutch. He had a cold face, indescribable majesty, and a full aura around him, so frightened that the minions on the side did not dare to step forward.
go.
In Jiang Xuan's eyes, Jiang Wenzheng was automatically given the aura of the protagonist. This was not a ransom, but his hope.
Jiang Wenzheng was in front, Wen Shaoru and a thin, white-faced boy followed behind him.
The young man only had a small chirp tied on his head with a piece of cloth. He was wearing a white long coat underneath. His little face was so pretty, and he was smiling slightly when he walked over.
Jiang Xuan couldn't help but wonder, Huh? Why does this young man look so familiar?
When the three of them approached, Jiang Xuan could see clearly that the young boy had an oval face, light eyebrows, narrow and attractive eyes slightly raised, a small and delicate nose, and a light cherry pink mouth. This was not his unparalleled beauty.
, what a charming sister-in-law!
Not to mention that wearing men's clothes actually looks like a scholar.
Su Yuanyuan also saw the old man who was full of muscles. He was not a proper Turtle Immortal!
Looking at Jiang Xuan who was hung up again, by comparison, Jiang Xuan looked like a little chicken next to him.
The old man sat dishonestly on the chair and looked left and right, but he didn't see the shadow of the ransom. His eyes hidden under his white eyebrows suddenly widened, he tore off his single clothes and jumped off the high platform.
"Young man, where is the ransom?"
Jiang Wenzheng glanced at the chair next to him and walked slowly over to sit on it. Su Yuanyuan took his wooden crutch and held it in her arms very discerningly. Then she and Wen Shaoru stood beside Jiang Wenzheng like two little brothers.
behind.
Jiang Wenzheng straightened his body, spread his legs slightly, put his hands casually on his knees, looked at the old man with deep eyes, without fear.
After a few seconds, he slowly said, "We can't pay the ransom."
His voice was extremely low, but when he said this, you could feel his gloomy air pressure, which made people unbearably afraid.
Although Su Yuanyuan stood behind with a smile on her face and acted as her younger brother, the villain in her heart cheered and encouraged Jiang Wenzheng.
"My husband is mighty! My husband is the most handsome!"
Say the most cowardly words in the strongest tone!
The old man sneered and looked at Jiang Wenzheng, "Since you can't pay the ransom, then you can pay for it with your life."
He clenched his hands into fists, his muscles all over his body flexed, and his strong hind legs kicked off the ground suddenly, as if he was about to rush over.
But Jiang Wenzheng calmly raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute."
The old man was obviously ready to attack, but when he heard him speak, he reluctantly held back his fist.
He looked at this gloomy and unpredictable man quite irritably.
"I will compete with you for three rounds. If you can beat me, I will kill you or chop you into pieces. It's up to you."
There was a cunning light in Jiang Wenzheng's eyes. He leaned gently on the back of the chair and looked at the old man lazily. He curled his lips and smiled. The bright firelight illuminated his light-colored pupils, making him look like a ghost in the middle of the night.
Soul.
"If we win, let us go down the mountain."
The old man looked at his frivolous appearance, put his hands on his waist, and laughed loudly, "Okay! I agree to you! I have lived for one hundred and nineteen years, and this is not the first time I have seen someone as young as you.
A frivolous person."
But their fate is to become the withered bones under the Black Wind Stronghold.
When Su Yuanyuan heard him say that she was one hundred and twenty years old, she was shocked. This! Isn't this the old birthday boy?
Wen Shaoru also reacted and looked at the old man who was stronger than him in disbelief, "Your old man... your surname is Wen? You have a nephew named Wenping?"
The old man stood in the open space and frowned and thought for a while, "I have lived for so long, and no one has called me by my name for a long time. I vaguely remember that my name is Wen Yin, and I seem to have such a nephew. Who are you?"
How do you know this?"
The old man named Wen Yin looked at Wen Shaoru inquiringly with doubts in his eyes.
Wen Shaoru frowned and took a deep breath, as if he saw hope. Regardless of the scary appearance of the old man, he ran over, knelt down and hugged Wen Yin's thigh.
All the grievances he had suffered in the past two days came to mind, and his eyes were moist. He grinned, "Master!"
Wen Yin didn't expect that he could recognize his relatives here. He was still a little confused now. He carefully looked at Wen Shaoru's appearance. It was indeed very similar to his nephew's face in his memory.
"How are you and your family doing after going to the city?"
He looked at Wen Shaoru, who was holding his thigh and crying bitterly, and spoke slowly, not as energetic as when he was about to fight just now.
Wen Shaoru said pitifully, "Our family went to the city and lived a good life. I even got admitted as a scholar. We miss you!"
He said babbledly, trying to impress the old man by playing the emotional card.
The old man was just as he expected, with his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes looking at him thoughtfully.
With a wave of his hand, he summoned two minions, "Come, please take a seat at the table for my grandson!"
Wen Shaoru suddenly beamed, there is still a backdoor that works!
He wiped his nose and tears, got up and saluted Wen Yin, "Thank you, Master!"
