Travel thousands of miles in my life

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"Boom—"

The roar of thunder cut through the long night and woke up everyone who was stunned.

The rain was finally able to break out of the clouds and come down to the world together with the fast wind.All evils will have nowhere to hide in this thunderstorm.

"Master." The most useful butler in the villa leaned over and whispered in the old owner's ear.

Immediately, the old owner's gaze shot at Yan Wuxin like a poisoned sword.

"Yan Wuwu!" The old owner spit out the name as if he had bitten it into pieces, "You shameless villain! Get out soon!!"

Yan Wuxin's heart skipped a beat, and he came.He took a deep breath and walked slowly out of the crowd.

He bowed unhurriedly before asking, "I don't know what Yan has committed..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the old owner waving his hand.

"I ask you! Will my son be with you in the end!"

"……Yes."

"What is your intention? You want to murder the descendant of my Kong family!" The old owner accused ferociously, "Now my son is lying on the ground, are you satisfied?!"

"The owner of the Shaozhuang was not killed by Yan. Yan never kills." Yan Wuwu frowned and defended.At this time, a group of family servants brought in the body of the young village owner. His clothes were disheveled, half of his chest was exposed, and there was a black and blue palm print on his fair skin.

The young owner had just died, less than three quarters.The body was not completely rigid yet, and he lay there straight with a pale face, his wide eyes seemed to be silent accusations.

A faint fragrance began to fill the air, and the old owner knelt beside the corpse, stroking his son's cold face in grief.Smelling this smell, the old owner seemed to be sure of something, and said to the whisperers around him: "Do you know what the ranger Yan Wuwu's unique skill is?"

"This...Xuqing Palm?" said a voice from the crowd.

Yan Wuxin raised his head and glanced in that direction, then lowered his head to look at the corpse.

"That's right, hum!" The old owner gathered the clothes on his son's corpse, snorted coldly and said, "When the Xuqing palm is struck, it will bring out the fragrance of the Udumbara flower! As long as there is such a thing in the world, it can be sure that it is you." Yan Wuxin! Do you dare to say otherwise?"

"Yes." Yan Wuwu replied lightly.

"I will take you here today, and I will kill you in three days to pay homage to my son. I promise not to implicate your loved ones. Do you have any opinions?" The old owner glanced around, seeing that most of the people were After lowering his head, he waved in satisfaction, "Come here!"

"The old owner insists on this, so Yan has nothing to say. Yan has no relatives or loved ones. I only know that the old owner must have some ulterior motive for his behavior." Yan Wuxin smiled, and the orange light came on half of his face.

"Oh, don't talk nonsense, go to the underworld and make amends to my son!"

Yan Wuxin glanced at the crowd, but lowered his eyelids, sighed and said, "It's a pity..."

San Han at the back of the crowd was so anxious that he was about to cry. Brother Yan obviously didn't do anything, why should he be wronged like this?Zhang Qin'an held her hand tightly, afraid that she would jump out and say something.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, let me go!" The little girl couldn't break free, her heart was anxious, tears fell, "They...they wronged Big Brother Yan! Woo...Why didn't Big Brother Yan speak..."

"Forget it, just give it a try." Only after you try, will you give up.Zhang Qin'an looked at Yan Wuwu, who was surrounded by the crowd but still looked calm, sighed inwardly, and let go of Sanhan's grip.

As soon as San Han got his freedom, he immediately pushed aside the crowd, ran quickly to the middle, and shouted to the old owner: "You let go of Brother Yan! I am Yan Sanhan, the daughter of the head of the Qingjian Sect! I testify, Yan Sanhan Big brother didn't go back after leaving!"

Little idiot, what is the use of such testimony.Yan Wuxin smiled softly in his heart, but his heavy heart also relaxed a lot.

Sure enough, the old owner's choked up voice stopped, he squinted at San Han, and said with a sneer: "It's really a great ability, after killing my son, I can still find witnesses. Qingjianmen can be regarded as one of the best sects in the Jianghu How could such an impolite daughter dare to follow the man indiscriminately—”

"Enough!" Yan Wuwu suddenly interrupted his insulting words, he stretched out his hands, raised his eyebrows and said: "Didn't you say that Yan was taken into custody? Come on."

"Brother Yan! Huh!" San Han wanted to say something, but was dragged away by Zhang Qin'an, who was following up, covering his mouth. The two people's eyes met for a moment, and Yan Wuyi lowered his head.

"Senior brother, why did you do this?" San Han calmed down as if being poured with cold water, she looked at her senior brother as if she were a stranger, "You...you clearly know this, so Big Brother Yan will die..."

"No." Zhang Qin'an expressionless, pulled her further away.

"Because he is Yan Wuwu." This alone is enough.

A group of servants swarmed up and tied Yan Wuwu tightly, and the old owner sneered: "Take him to guard the spirit of the young master."

According to the rules of Qizhou City, a person only stays for three days after death, and must also stay in the room where the deceased lived, otherwise the deceased will miss the mortal world when he goes to the underworld, and will not be safe.

The small courtyard is very close to the Cangyu Pavilion. Yan Wuxin was detained at least in the room where the owner of the villa lived. Dozens of martial arts disciples from the villa patrolled the room, and his detainees locked him in chains. He blew out the lamp after he was next to the table, and when he left, he didn't forget to search for all the objects on his body that might be used as resistance.

When the door slammed shut, Yan Wuwu sighed.What is this all about?If you come here to enjoy flowers and watch a golden basin wash your hands, you can get into trouble like this.

Yan Wuxin, Yan Wuxin, I can no longer have any damn curiosity in the future.He persuaded himself, and then suddenly thought that if he had no curiosity and no business, he would not be Yan Wuwu.

If you want to be your heart, you need to face your own way.He was playing with the white jade wine glass on the table, not knowing where his thoughts went.Now there is a key question.

To escape, or not to escape?

"Alas... it's useless to escape. I've been wronged forever, and the owner of the village will have an excuse to arrest me at any time. No one will care about benevolence or righteousness." After thinking for a long time, he suddenly stood up, Cut off the iron chain with a knife in one hand, walked around the room dragging the half-broken chain, and finally sat back on the chair as if discouraged.

"It's difficult..." Yan Wuwu scratched his head and sneezed, the wind brought him down a small blue book on the shelf, he picked it up and flipped through it casually, and saw that it was just a travelogue in the desert, and then Boring to stuff it back.

The owner of the Shaozhuang has a frugal style, and there is no special decoration in the room, but all the utensils are placed facing south, and a large wall is left to the north, which makes him a little puzzled.

Yan Wuxin sat on a chair with his legs crossed, throwing a cup up and down in his hands.Now recalling the words and deeds of the young master, he only felt a strange feeling in his heart.Seeing his dejected look, it was obvious that he felt lifeless in his heart, and it was possible for him to commit suicide.Yan Wuxin went through the whole thing carefully in his heart, but felt that he had no clue. He had no grudges with the Kong family father and son in recent days, so how did he hurt himself?

There are too many unlucky days, and Yan Wuwu doesn't think it's strange when something happens.Suddenly he remembered that there was a boy carrying a large bucket in that warm pavilion, and because of the scent of the salsa flower, he paid attention to that boy.Now that I think about it, that little servant might have something to do with the young master's death.

Let's go out, there are so many friends waiting, we can't humiliate them.

Thinking of his friend, Yan Wuwu suddenly laughed.His smile is very strange, as if someone hooked the corners of his mouth with a hook, his pupils are so dark that there is no bottom to it, and there is no smile inside.

No joy, no joy... Good monk.They don't take any advice to cheat people. They usually have no grievances or enmities with you. Isn't that just grabbing you to order some good wine?Is it worth cheating me like this?

There are fewer and fewer sons and daughters in the rivers and lakes, and it is difficult for Geyin to take care of him.

He was naked, without father or mother, without hate or love.Those so-called fame and money are all colorful feathers on the body, and if they are gone, they will be gone.Lost his feathers, as long as his heart does not degenerate into a beast, he is still an upright person.

"Squeak-"

The food deliverer opened the door and came in. Before he could see clearly, Yan Wuyi was already sitting on a chair.The servant who delivered the meal didn't give him a good look, so he left the meal there.

By now, Yan Wuyi was so hungry that he picked up the bowl, smelled it, and began to pick it up. Halfway through eating, he habitually touched the flagon on his waist, only to realize that the flagon was also searched, so he could only Drink a few sips of tea to dissolve the bitterness of lovesickness.

There was a small note buried at the bottom of the bowl, and Yan Wuwu felt like laughing just looking at the note folded to the size of a fingernail. This kind of technical work was definitely not done by that clumsy girl like San Han.Open it and see that the handwriting inside is sharp.

——No need to worry, the green sword has been returned.

"Hahahahaha, you run really fast!" Yan Wuwu smiled heartily, "It's all said and done, but I can't do it!"

The rain still hasn't stopped, and midnight is approaching.

He is like a leopard waiting for its prey, quietly waiting for the opportunity to come.

Just as he got up and wanted to avoid the guards and rush out of the house, a light in the room caught his attention.

Followed by that firefly-like light, Yan Wuxin walked to the corner of the wall, where a small symbol was painted with thorn powder.He frowned tightly, twisted the powder, lay there and listened, after a moment of stunned, his eyes suddenly widened.

"The underground is empty...?!" The wind can't lie, Yan Wuwu was sure that the underground was empty and then wondered, could this be the small treasury of the young village owner?

Since it was empty, there must be something in it, Yan Wuxin looked around and found the entrance between the bed and the wall—the symbols were still painted with thorn powder.

"I'm sorry, Brother Denan." Strictly speaking, the contents of this house are already the relics of the young owner.Yan moved extra carefully unintentionally, and after revealing the one-person-wide entrance, he took a deep breath and walked into the entrance.

I don't know how long I have been groping in the dark for a long time, when my eyes suddenly open up.

The vault several feet high is brightly lit inside.Seeing the bright light suddenly, Yan Wuwu squinted his eyes for a long time before recovering.

After he got used to it, he was stunned by the sight in front of him again.This place, which could be called a warehouse tentatively, was deserted, and the muddy ground was full of marks left by ruts. Just looking at the marks, one could tell that the car must have been loaded with heavy goods and left in a hurry.Yan Wuxin looked around, but there was nothing but a small black box that had been left out in a corner.

Looking at the rut, Yan Wuwu squatted down and touched it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, isn't this about the same depth as the rut marks in front of the ruined temple.

Then he picked up the small black box, half the size of a palm, and heavy.I checked it over and over again, and there was nothing special about it except for some mysterious patterns engraved on it.The box was locked, and just as he was about to open it forcefully, he heard a noise from above.

"Master! Yan Wuxin escaped from the tunnel!" A servant shouted.

"What?" The old owner turned pale with shock, and said angrily, "A bunch of trash! So many people can't stand a defenseless person!"

"Master, do you want us to go after him?"

"Go away!" The old owner kicked the man away, and ran towards the entrance of the tunnel with his sword in hand: "You can't beat him, watch this place, no one is allowed to come in, just come in and kill him!"

The servants looked at each other in blank dismay, and answered in unison.

"..." Yan Wuwu was silent for a moment, stuffed the black box into his sleeve, and ran towards the exit he saw just now.

Before he got there, he heard the whistling wind in his ears.He quickly turned his head to hide, and the old owner almost cut off half of his ears with his sword.

"Boldly stand up! You killed my son, and you dare to run away?!" The old owner sneered, "I wanted to keep you in three days to pay my son a memorial ceremony, since... well, let's end you here! "

After saying that, he raised his sword and went up, Yan Wuwu clicked his tongue and took three steps back.The wind from under the steps brought up some dust, leaving a trace on the ground.

"Master Green Ant, this is Yan's last concession." He looked directly at the old owner with dark eyes like ink, and said word by word, without avoiding his gaze at all.

"Take your life!" The old village owner's movement of swinging the sword froze, but he didn't stop.

"Why bother..."

A sigh has not yet dissipated.

The cyan figure has come like a ghost.

The old master's sword light flashed, he blocked his figure, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "There are so many people, there must be someone who will pay for my son's life, even if I wronged you, so what? You killed me Ah! kill me!"

"Yan..." Yan Wuwu pursed his lips, and said helplessly and seriously: "Never kill people."

He just turned over and avoided the seemingly inevitable sword light.

A slap hit the old owner's chest, causing him to vomit a mouthful of black blood.

The fragrance of the Udumbara flower overflowed in an instant, filling his nose within a few breaths.

"Xuqing Palm is a Buddhist kung fu, every move and every move is full of Zen. Whether you believe it or not, my hands... have never been touched by karma."

"The karmic obstacles are all cleared, no more climbing." He looked at the old owner who fell to the ground, put his hands together, and saluted.

It wasn't until he walked out of the cellar into the deserted bushes that he faintly heard the desperate laughter inside.

"The karma is cleared? Why do you want my son to pay for the karma that the old man has done?!"

"The way of heaven is unfair! The way of heaven is unfair!!"

He paused for a moment, raised his breath and fled into the distance.

Between the sky and the earth, I saw a cyan figure floating in the wind and rain like a frightened bird.

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I like the last sentence very much