not bound

"Red country? No." Xue Suyi recovered.

He knew who it was, and suddenly figured out how that person killed everyone in one move.

The son has no face, a bloodthirsty Shura, all six directions are real, even the three masters of the Central Plains can't hurt him at all, how can people like myself surround him.

"It's a good thing you're not from the Xue family of the Chi Country, otherwise you wouldn't be able to retreat unscathed today." Young Master Wuyan returned to the original standing posture in an instant, with a cold tone.

"Su Yi! Get out of the way!" The marshal's voice came.

Looking up, the flying catkins arrow is already in the air, and the tip of the arrow pierces the air and makes a sharp cry. Yu Feixu's famous trick-three autumns a day.

The three arrows sealed the upper, middle and lower roads of Young Master Wuyan. The tips of the arrows were poisoned, and if they touched the edges, they would burst, and the people and beasts would wither, and the vegetation would wither.These arrows are faster than each other, but I don't know which one will arrive first, if the young master has no face to avoid it, then Wen Renhuai will definitely suffer.

If it was before, Xue Suyi would definitely give way, but at this time, he can't.

Young Master Wuyan didn't need to touch these arrows at all, Yu Feixu would definitely be counterattacked.

Xue Suyi supported him with one hand, and blocked Young Master Wuyan at the fastest speed in his life.

The strange thing is that Young Master Wuyan was going to knock him into the air with a palm, but he stopped, turned his hand and swung it, the arrow on the way up twirled and flew into the sky, the arrow on the way down passed under the feet of Young Master Wuyan, and unexpectedly deviated. Fly in the direction of the generalissimo at the edge of the town.

The arrow in the middle had already been crushed by Xue Suyi's punch, and the blood splashed all over his face.

This hand is probably going to be useless.

he thinks.

"Xue Suyi." In a trance, he heard someone calling his name angrily.

"It's okay." He didn't know which direction to smile.

"Life in exchange for life, the life I gave you is so cheap, let you waste it like this?" The man's voice was almost gnashing his teeth.

The buzzing in my ears gradually disappeared, and the scenery in front of me became clear.

Only then did he realize that it was not someone else in front of him, but Young Master Wuyan.

In the direction Young Master Wuyan was facing, there was Yu Feixu galloping towards him on a horse, Feng Ye, who was covered in blood and was holding down the marshal, and Xin Hailou, who was fainting.

Xue Suyi couldn't think of anything in her mind, she just wanted to protect everything.

He opened his hands in front of Young Master Wuyan, his eyes were extremely firm, and he yelled at Young Master Wuyan with anxiety that he had never felt before: "Let them go, I will stay, if you want to kill them, you will do as you please!"

"Heh." Young Master Wuyan sneered, "Then if I ask you to leave Shuo Kingdom immediately with me, give up your general's mansion, give up your battlefield, and treat me like an ox or a horse?"

Xue Suyi didn't hesitate, and agreed straight away: "Okay."

Then he vigorously waved the dagger in his hand, turned around and smiled in the direction of the marshal: "I will come back to the appointment within ten years, and I will be at your disposal."

"It's really touching." Young Master Wuyan pulled Wen Renhuai again.

"Go away, I don't want you to be an ox or a horse. If you want to continue to die on the battlefield, then don't be named Xue, you don't deserve it."

Xue Suyi remembered what Young Master Wuyan said just now.

What's the meaning?

"Wenren, where are you going?" Young Master Wuyan took Wenren into his arms, and took a step forward. It was the simplest form of lightness kung fu in Canaan Valley, not practical enough, and more than fancy.

The figures of the two landed on Yu Feixu's horse in the blink of an eye.

"drive."

The war horse neighed, raised its front legs, turned around and ran towards Xi Country.

Xue Suyi seemed to have been tapped by someone, and was fixed in place.

"Axue, who did you learn this step from? Don't let others see it, it's too ugly." The middle-aged beautiful woman sat on the green bamboo, which seemed to be pressed into a swing by her, constantly dangling , she still sits firmly.

"I saw it in the book. But I also want to fly to the bamboo and the mountains like my grandparents." The boy in his early ten years rarely showed an aggrieved expression.

"Then you have to get the needle well, and just find a good wife to take you up there." The middle-aged beautiful woman had an insole embroidered on her hand, and a needle seemed to be attracted by something. It flew around in the air and then stuck back. on the insole.

"Su Yi said that he will also practice kung fu well in the future, so I asked him to take me up." The young man withdrew his steps bitterly.

"Brother Su Yi is younger than you. I specially took him over from the old Shen's house. Like you, his parents are gone. Don't bully him, let him go, and protect him." The middle-aged beautiful woman came from the green bamboo. Floating down, squatting in front of the boy.

"But he said he was going to be my bodyguard, just like grandpa was my grandmother's bodyguard." The young man was a little strange.

"Pfft, don't talk nonsense, you are not the relationship between the master and the guard, but the relationship between brothers, you know?" The middle-aged beautiful woman brushed off the bamboo leaves from the boy's head and smiled.

"Okay." The boy nodded.

"I will also protect the young master!" The child who was hiding aside suddenly ran out.

"It's not the young master, it's brother, come on, call me Brother Xue." The boy squatted halfway, pointing to his face.

"Brother Xue." The child called out crisply.

"Hey, call again." The young man was smiling, his brown eyes sparkling on his extremely fair face.

"Brother Xue!!!!"

The grown-up child looked at the back of the man who was leaving in the dust.

howling.

***

Uncle Bai looked at the direction Xue Suyi was leaving, coughed symbolically, and said: "How can a young man marry a wife with such a thin skin? Father F, your boss is better than him."

Father Fu sighed and said: "My Xiaoer is not so good. She was judged by a certain master who passed by Wuyun City as soon as she was born as a lonely star who restrained her father and mother and restrained her wife. As a result, no girl dare Marrying him, even the matchmaker seems to have ignored that there is such a person in Wuyun City."

Qiniang was also angry: "Those masters seem to have hatred against everyone in the world, so ignore them. We also met one when we first came to Wuyun City. When we saw my old Xue, he said that this trip was a big crime. Later, there was another The little monk, not only said that Lao Xue's life is not long, but also let the wolf bite people, which is not a good thing at first sight."

"I also want to ignore it, but Xiao'er believes it herself, especially after his mother's death..."

"Father Fu, don't be angry, I just want to ask, how did Mrs. Fu get there back then? Everyone said that she was a good person, but suddenly fell ill. It seems to be somewhat similar to the situation of City Lord Mo this time?" Bai Shu asked road.

Father Fu looked at the tightly held hands of Bai Shu and Qiniang, a little funny: "Don't be afraid, it's different. Back then, my wife was bitten by a poisonous insect that I brought back to the city unintentionally. As for the city owner, I'm afraid It's not that simple."

Bai Shu asked again: "The sudden sudden death of the Mo city lord sounds terrifying, daddy, do you have any inside information?"

Father F shook his head: "I didn't understand what was going on in their yamen, so I didn't listen much. It's just that Xiao'er said something strange. Doctor Xue, where are you?"

Xue Zangxue seemed to be distracted all the time, biting his chopsticks and staring at nowhere, when he heard Father F calling him, he raised his head reflexively, but his eyes did not come back to his senses.

"Ah? You mean Mo Jingming?"

"Mo Jingming?" Father Fu read out the name suspiciously.

"Isn't that the name of the city lord?" Xue Zangxue asked.

"Ah, that's right. I've been called the city lord for so many years, and I've forgotten the full name of the city lord." Father F seemed to remember this suddenly.

"How many people with the surname Mo are there in Wuyun City?"

"It's hard to say," Father Fu pondered for a moment, "In the early years, it was okay, there were only a few merchants from the Chi Kingdom with the surname Mo. In recent years, more and more foreigners came, and those who wanted to remain anonymous chose to hide their names. Following the castellan's surname, isn't there Mojia Lane behind the small Mashi bridge you often go to, the old courtyard of the Mojia?"

Xue Zangxue rubbed his head and asked again, "Is Boss Mo a local or an outsider?"

"Boss Mo in Zhuquelou? It seems to be a restaurant that was only opened six or seven years ago. It's too out of the way. I don't go there often. What's wrong?"

"Six or seven years," Xue Zangxue continued to think, "Where is Wanqi Tower? How long has it been open? What is the background of the boss?"

"Doctor Xue, what are you doubting? Wanqi Building has been open for more than ten years, and the owner, Mo Zelan, brother Mo is the son of the castellan, young castellan."

Crash, the sound of a piece of dishes and chopsticks touching together.

"Mo Zelan is the young city lord?" Xue Zangxue's out-of-focus eyes finally settled down, and only then did he realize that there was a mess in front of him.

Bai Shu frowned and said, "Who is Mo Zelan? Do you know Lao Xue?"

"Well, I met once when I went to Wanqi Tower last time," Xue Zangxue said in a vague way, "Father Fu, did Catcher Fu tell you that not long ago, an invitation should have been sent to Mo Castellan."

Father Fu stroked his beard, thought hard and said: "I really don't know about the City Lord's Mansion. You may just ask Xiao'er about it."

"Then, if there is such an invitation, it was sent to the city lord not long ago, but the city lord passed away today. According to the logic, this invitation should be passed on to the young city lord, right?" Xue Zangxue leaned forward.

Father F is not very used to having people so close to him, especially with an extremely handsome face in front of him.

He turned his eyes and said: "This situation has not happened for so many years, but according to the normal procedure of the government, it should be like this. After the death of the city lord, the successor will accept all his government affairs and invitations."

"If something happens to the successor, and the city lord has no relatives, who will be next?" Xue Zangxue followed closely, staring into Father Fu's eyes.

"This..." Father Fu's face trembled, "Probably at the level of Mr. Qian Bangzhou Qian, he is very clear about the city's finances."

"However, Qian Bangzhou is dead," Xue Zangxue's fingers began to make an "aggressive" tapping sound on the table, like wood but not wood, like gold but not gold, "Where is the next one?"

Father Fu paused for a long time, and said: "There may be auxiliary officials in other places, but Wuyun City has not set up these auxiliary official positions. If the young city lord, Mr. Qian, is gone, the next one should be the highest position in the yamen. Catch the head."

Xue Zangxue's eyelids finally drooped, like drooping stone statues, making it impossible to see any unnecessary emotions.

"What are you guys talking about? You look so serious." Qiniang, who hadn't spoken for a long time, had already cleaned up the dishes in front of Xue Zangxue, "Isn't the Young City Master still here? Didn't you guys talk about it just now?"

Papa Fu let out a long breath and nodded.

Xue Zangxue had already stood up, expressing that he was full, but when he passed behind Father Fu, he meaningfully swept over Father Fu's head.

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Qiang Qiang, did you see that the young Xue Suyi actually has a chance to become a loyal dog attack.

Good fortune tricks people, good fortune tricks people.