Thank you everyone, I am with the protagonist

"You guys are so noisy..."

A middle-aged man with the appearance of a downcast and sleepy scholar sat on a tree, looking at everything in front of him with a smile.

There are two books in his arms, most of them are lying outside, so they cannot be dropped, and a wine gourd is casually hung on his waist.

Wu Ziyong was still pinching Ji Bianding's neck with one hand.

He stared at the face of the man on the tree carefully under the bright moonlight, thinking and reminiscing constantly, but he couldn't match anyone in his impression at all.

But he didn't dare to relax, and said solemnly, "Who are you?"

"Why do you want to get involved with my Yanqiu matter?"

The middle-aged scholar shook his messy hair, looked at Wu Ziyong, and suddenly smiled: "The matter of Yanqiu? No, this is already a matter of Nanhua Mountain."

Hearing this, Wu Ziyong was startled, knowing that this person is not from Nanhua Mountain, but must be a person who is pro-Nanhua Mountain.

and……

Wu Ziyong felt the bronze sword stuck in the ground not far behind him, which was ready to move all the time, and he screamed in his heart: this person flew with a sword, the broken talisman hurt his hand, and the control is so precise...

But this is the end of the matter, and he has nowhere to go.

Either fight or wait to die.

He grabbed Ji Bianding and said loudly: "I have a hostage, if you let us go, I will let Ji Bianding go!"

"Ji Bianding is just poisoned, and he will recover in half an hour, but Ye Guiren, I am not injured, we can reconcile, we can still talk."

He stared at the middle-aged scholar, constantly showing weakness.

And Ji Bianding, who was pinched all the time, wanted to sneer to show his opposition to his idea, but he was helplessly restrained by others, so he could only continue to stare and pant, cursing in his heart.

The middle-aged scholar shook his head, and said slowly: "Ji Bian is definitely not your hostage, you are my hostage."

He looked sleepy, looking very perfunctory and careless, and his voice was weak, as if he was sighing in a low voice: "I said, this is the end of the matter, if you stop now, you can still get a whole body."

Wu Ziyong heard the words, but raised his head and burst out laughing.

After laughing, he had a ferocious face and roared with bloodshot eyes: "Leave my whole body? Since we are going to die, let's die together!"

His eyes were wide open, his hands were vigorous, and he was about to strangle Ji Bianding to death——

At that moment, Ji Bianding heard an extremely sharp voice.

Like fingernails scratching glass, like a blade grinding floor tiles, it was a needle-like sharp sound that could almost pierce eardrums, making him dizzy and nauseated the moment he heard it.

Ji Bianding was finally let go.

He fell directly to the ground, covering his battered neck with his hands, coughing non-stop.

And Wu Ziyong lowered his head slowly, only to find the sword stuck in his throat——

He was stabbed through the throat with a sword.

The sword was still stained with rust, but the rust did not affect the sharpness and power of the sword at all, and it killed him directly with a single strike.

His eyes were unwilling, but he fell to the ground and died.

At that moment, Wu Fengjin and several elderly people rushed away with the wind blowing under their feet.

One person ran away and shouted: "He only has one sword! We have so many people! If you don't run away, you will die. If you run away, you still have a chance!"

Another person shouted: "Just run away, you have a chance!"

As soon as these words came out, and seeing someone move again, everyone who had already been shocked, their hearts moved, their eyes were ready to move, and their bodies secretly mobilized energy.

Seeing this, the middle-aged scholar smiled contemptuously. He limply raised his hand, which had been wandering for many years, but was still sharp and white as jade, and a soft white light slowly emerged around the hand.

He looked at the group of people with different expressions below, and said with a half-smile: "You say, I only have one sword, so I can't kill you all?"

"In that case, are the thousand swords enough?"

That rusty bronze sword transformed into thousands of identical swords at the moment the words were spoken, pointing precisely at everyone except Ji Bianding, Xie Heng and Ye Guiren.

He moved his fingers slightly, and some of the swords flew straight out, stabbing Wu Fengjin and the others who were fleeing. After killing them, the swords stuck on them disappeared.

The middle-aged scholar waved his hand, looked around, looked playful, and even felt eager to try: "Now, who dares to kill someone I don't want you to kill in front of me."

The crowd fell silent.

He nodded in satisfaction.

After Ji Bianding felt that his situation was better, he patted his clothes to make his situation not so embarrassing.

Afterwards, he walked under the tree where the middle-aged man was sitting, cupped his fists and saluted, "Thank you, uncle, for saving me."

The middle-aged scholar looked at him with interest, rubbed his chin and smiled, "Oh? Do you know who I am?"

Ji Bianding also smiled, nodded and said: "The famous Lord Wuxiang, a disciple of Nanhua, how could he not know?"

Wu Xiangjun heard the words, lowered his head and sneered, looked up at the moon again, stopped looking at Ji Bianding, and said in a leisurely tone: "I haven't gone back to Nanhua for 30 years... Uncle... Are you the disciple of the other three princes?"

Just as Ji Bianding wanted to speak, he stopped him again.

"No! Don't tell me, let me guess..." Still ignoring Ji Bianding, he tilted his head and stared at the ground, frowning in thought, and muttered to himself: "Wan Yi always likes to accept disciples, but Every day he holds the idea that there is something different about superiority and inferiority, and he yells and scolds at every turn... A young and arrogant disciple like you can't look down on him at all..."

"He wants to take you, but you won't even want him!"

Ji Bianding kept smiling.

"Three virtues value the rules the most, and are also the one who is most worried about the future of Nanhua Mountain. It may be your master..."

Ji Bianding still had a smile on his face.

But he looked at Ye Guiren and saw Yuancang's forehead, which obviously had the same traces of cinnabar as Ji Bianding, but now under the distress signal of Nanhua Mountain, it was only faintly visible.As for the Yegui people, either they didn't have any, or they were just a little faint, not as bright as Ji Bianding's cinnabar at all.

He shook his head and said: "If you dig the corner of Nanhua Mountain like this, he must want your Yegui people to merge into Nanhua, but it seems that he can't do anything at all... And if you are his disciple, you won't be so unreasonable." Give him face..."

Wu Xiangjun looked at Ji Bianding who was standing tall and straight under him, his expression gradually became serious, and his tone was as calm as possible: "So, you are Su Ping's disciple?"

Su Ping...

Xie Heng sighed inwardly, thinking that there was no need to ask for proof, everything was so obvious: Su Ping was Mr. Ping Su.

But Su Cheng, who had been staying with Yu Peili all the time, heard this, but didn't communicate with him right away, and didn't even react violently at all. Instead, he remained strangely silent.

Something is wrong...

His eyes seemed to pass by Wu Xiangjun unintentionally, and he remembered what Master Su said when he confirmed that Su Ping had betrayed him:

"Qing'er and I are in love with each other, Xie Wuxiang has always been indifferent, and cultivation is for cultivating the mind; Liu Sande regards rules as a sharp weapon, but this person respects the hierarchy, fears and respects me, and they will never do anything to me. Only my righteousness Zi Suping, my most proud disciple, the one I know best, has deep thoughts and great ambitions..."

Lord Wuxiang... Xie Wuxiang...

Is this also the disciple of Su Shi?

The master of Nanhua Mountain and the master of the Four Monarchs have been in seclusion for 30 years, and there is no movement at all. In the entire Nanhua Mountain, no one feels that something is wrong?

Is everyone being deceived so thoroughly?Or is there another secret?Or... a bigger and more terrifying conspiracy...

Xie Heng saw that although Ji Bianding was in a mess just now, he tidied up in an instant, with a calm expression, neither humble nor overbearing towards Xie Wuxiang, and his messy clothes could not conceal his peerless demeanor.

Xie Heng thought of his unspeakable thoughts, looked at Ji Bianding's smiling face at Wu Xiangjun, and thought of Yu Peili's silent Su Cheng, and felt a little sad in his heart.

Ji Bianding smiled and said: "The disciple is Nanhuashan who is in power, the disciple of Lord Pingsu... As for Su Ping..."

He showed a little puzzled look, and asked very politely: "Master has never mentioned his name taboo, and there is no record in the classics on and off Nanhua Mountain...So, is Master's original name Su Ping?"

Wu Xiangjun sneered three times when he heard the words, and said, "Oh? After 30 years, is he still like this? Is he still afraid?"

"Destroying classics, killing people, threatening and luring, and tampering with history... In order to cover up his black history, he even made his own name a taboo! What a big joke!"

Ji Bian decided to say hello in his heart!No wonder he is the villain, this is the passive pot that the background took the initiative to send to the door!

It seems that Mr. Ping Su has really done something before, and when the time comes to help the evildoer, it is only logical that he will go against the protagonist!

But Tuantuan is not here now, his eyes are darkened, and he is not sure what will happen next... Moreover, this Wuxiang Lord is so powerful, and he seems to have conflicts with his master, Pingsu Lord. ...

Ji Bian thought to himself: But since Lord Wuxiang is willing to respond to Nanhua Mountain's unique distress signal and lend a helping hand, it shows that he still has feelings for Nanhua...

I don’t know if I can take care of my poor, helpless, weak, ignorant and innocent little disciple...

Ji Bianding smiled awkwardly at Wu Xiangjun, but didn't answer.

Wu Xiangjun snorted, jumped off the tree, ignored Ji Bianding, and drew out his long sword.

At that moment, thousands of long swords turned into one, held by him, and they walked into the depths of the forest together.

The others still didn't dare to move, because Lord Wuxiang's aura still enveloped the place.

Everything is almost settled.

Half an hour hadn't arrived yet, but Lu and Yun, two brothers and sisters, brought Lu's family and rushed here first.

Lu Heyue directed the Lu family to control the Wu family, and after observing for a while, he walked towards Yuancang with a smile on his face.

Lu Heyun smiled and was about to approach Ji Bianding when a voice suddenly came:

"Huh? Isn't this our arrogant, domineering, high-sighted, contemptuous disciple of Pingsu Jun, the first show in Nanhua, Senior Brother Ji Bianding?"

"Senior Brother Ji, why are you in such a mess?"