Folding the halberd to seal the cold

Valley of the Wicked, inside the Ping An Inn.

"What? Can you describe the person you just met?"

"Hiss...be gentle." Ye Feng half-bared his shoulders and was asking Shanglu to help him apply the medicine. Shanglu's movements were a little heavier, involving the hideous torn wound, which made him sweat coldly in pain.

Shang Lu calmed down slightly, and continued to clean his wound carefully, the worried look on his brows couldn't help showing: "Ye Feng, the person who hurt you is Qin Yue."

"Well... I already guessed it." Ye Feng's heart moved, and it really was him.

"Qin Yue, the major general who was just transferred back from Fufeng County, is the one who led Haoqi to attack our three strongholds one after another, Jinmen, Fenghu, and Longmen... If Feisha is closed and then closed, you and I will know the consequences. Shanglu wrapped the last layer of gauze on him and said solemnly.

"I know……"

"If you know, you know, but your life is your own. If you don't come back this time, the consequences will be even more serious." Shang Lu changed the subject and interrupted him, "No matter how urgent the situation is now, it is not your task to die. Whether it is captured or dead, it is the most unworthy result. Since you can try him out from just a few moves, it is very likely that he also recognized you. Qin Yue, apart from being brave and good at fighting, rumors Zhong is always more cunning and perverse. You slipped under his hands this time, and even hurt his horse, so you will definitely be hated by him. If you face him again in the future, I am afraid it will be even more dangerous."

Shanglu is indeed his friend for many years, and he expressed his helplessness in a few words.

But Ye Feng didn't answer, he looked out of the dim window, the wind and rain were like darkness, as if he couldn't see the end of the future.

Shang Lu packed up the medicine jars, followed his gaze and looked out, but his gaze became farther away: "Ye Feng, are you tired of living such a life of blood licking? If you didn't enter the Valley of the Evil, you probably still The one before..."

"There is no if, let alone the past." Ye Feng frowned suddenly displeased, and he turned to look at Shang Lu: "Shang Lu, you are the same. Then let me ask you, if you can find Qing Xian, would you still be willing?" Do you want to go back to Wanhua Valley?"

"Why did you mention Qingxian?! If? If it is useful, my seven years are worthwhile! I just advise you to leave a way out for yourself! What are you provoking me for?" Shang Lu suddenly lost his mind He grabbed Ye Feng's collar and roared almost madly.

Qingxian is a taboo of pokeweed.Ye Feng gritted his teeth to hold back the pain from his shoulder injury, and suddenly the corners of his mouth turned into a self-deprecating smile: "Look, now, if I tell you the same thing again, won't you also get angry and irritable?"

Shang Lu was startled.

"No matter how good or bad, Qing Xian just lost her trace. Maybe one day, if your wishes come true, she will come back. Then all your waiting will be worthwhile."

"But I'm different. My only relative in this world, my younger brother who is connected to me by flesh and blood, is already dead. Maybe you can still spend your life and wait a few more seven years, me? Not even if. In the past, I thought I could go back after leaving Tibetan Sword to avenge him. Unfortunately, the blood on these hands is no longer worthy of stepping into Tibetan Sword. Way back? Do you think I can go back?" Ye Feng let him Grabbing the collar and continuing to speak slowly, it was a tone of almost despair, every word hit Shanglu's heart, making him unable to say anything to refute.

"You..." Shang Lu let go of his hand in a slump, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart for a moment.

"Master...you?" By coincidence, Shanglu's little apprentice Ah Ling came in with a medicine bowl, seeing that the atmosphere of the two people in the room was not right, he was hesitating whether to come in.

"It's okay." Ye Feng stood up first, showing a comforting smile to A Ling.He took the medicine bowl and tested the temperature before drinking it in one gulp. He gently rubbed her hair again, and said softly, "Thank you, Ah Ling."

"Brother Ye Feng, how is your injury?" Ah Ling carefully observed Ye Feng's expression, and saw nothing wrong, but still vaguely worried.

She looked at Ye Feng with bright eyes and blushing cheeks, and there were always some young girls' little thoughts swirling quietly in her heart.

Ye Fengben was born very well, and he was very kind and gentle to the people in the valley, and the little girls liked him very much.

Shanglu sneered helplessly.

The little apprentice who I personally brought up has never officially looked at him since entering the house.Sure enough, anyone who compares in front of Ye Feng will be pale in comparison.

"Of course it's fine. Who am I, and who is your master?" Ye Feng blinked.

"That's good, Ah Ling will go out first, and don't disturb the conversation between Master and Brother Ye Feng!" The little girl happily retreated.

Seeing that there was no unhappiness in his words that just happened, Shang Lu also looked at each other with a smile, and leisurely drank a sip of tea, but deliberately threw a taunt at Ye Feng: "I don't have the time to heal you. So many times, if you really have the ability, don't come back and waste my medicinal materials."

"You know, most of my kung fu is spent on practicing qinggong and sword casting, so if I can't run away, I must come back to trouble you." Ye Feng took it for granted.

Shang Lu felt that his smile was too bright, so he suddenly thought about something and asked: "Ye Feng, when you faced Qin Yue, wasn't the trick you used was a beauty trick? I advise you to see Qin Yue next time. He, it's best not to laugh like that, or I'm afraid he will take you back as his wife."

"Pfft...cough cough, cough cough cough." Ye Feng was also drinking tea, and almost choked on the intake pipe before swallowing a sip of water.

It's no wonder that the villain Guzhong always has such a few words in his free time to make jokes, such as: the flute of the owner of the valley, and the mouth of pokeweed.

"Shanglu, how long has it been since you and I have discussed each other?"

"The sick will not be beaten." At the end, Shanglu added: "Could it be that what I said is not the truth?"

"...As you said, I'd better make up for myself so as not to cause trouble?" Ye Feng gritted his teeth.

"...It's not unreasonable." Shang Lu turned serious: "I recently read about medical miscellaneous studies, and I am also quite interested in the matter of disguise. If I find a way, I will definitely use you to try it first. "

Ye Feng felt that he was holding his breath in his chest, and it was wrong to want to refute him, so he could only groan and ignore him.

"Forget it, you should rest early. I'm afraid tomorrow will be another uneven day." Shang Lu got up to leave, and told Ye Feng: "Jokes are jokes, you still don't know enough about Qin Yue, he has a very unyielding personality. It is said that his parents were killed by traitors and sycophants, and then adopted by Commander Li, who became a hero. Since childhood, he has been wild and violent, victorious in every battle, and hates cunning people the most. Maybe you are the first one to start I can't even imagine how he will deal with you who have set a precedent and let him suffer."

"It's okay, I'll be careful." Ye closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, looking tired.

Shanglu nodded, closed the door for him and left.

Since he returned to the valley with an injury, many people have told him that Qin Yue is not easy to mess with, and he will be in great trouble if he is provoked, and he only likes to play against him, so Ye Feng should be more careful.

Ye Feng frowned, the situation forced him, what could he do.

And... I found out later that the three blood-transforming darts were quenched with medicine, and they would dissolve into poison when they saw blood.

The blood-transforming dart given by Tang Ling was for him to use as a last resort, and he would not consider the life of the enemy when he shot it.He thought of the way Tang Ling patted him on the shoulder as a matter of course, and said hahaha, "That's his favorite war horse, it's really refreshing", and he felt a headache even more.

It's not that I'm afraid of anything, it's just that it's not that simple this time.

If Qin Yue is really as everyone said.

After all, his identity was too much of an eyesore for the enemy.

The matter of casting weapons has not been settled, and the situation is now in a bad state.

Ye Feng lay down on the couch in a daze, hoping that tomorrow's Valley of the Wicked will be sunny.

I am afraid that everything will not always go as expected.

The lights in the room were like beans, and the light was flickering, Ye Feng just fell into a deep sleep.