ten steps one kill

Xiang's eyes were wide open, his face was full of shock, he shook his head, and said in a stiff voice: "In case he is robbed and something happens to him..."

Song Yungui coughed, and said, "Dongfeng Hall is heavily guarded, and thieves didn't just break in as soon as they said it."

Fang Wuxiang was surprised: "I didn't mean that, I made a slip of the tongue."

Song Yungui didn't blame him, but just patted him on the shoulder.

His shoulders stiffened suddenly, as sensitive as a frightened wild animal.

"It's human nature to get together and part. Everyone has their own way, which can't be controlled by other people's thoughts. You are still young in the world, and you have never tasted the pain of parting, so you are at the edge of the horns. In fact, it is a blessing to get together and part. , if you insist on looking for him, you will fail his painstaking efforts."

"I..." Fang Wuxiang hesitated to speak for several times, but finally fell silent.

Song Yungui didn't press him any more, but left quietly, leaving him alone in the Green Bamboo Garden, and ordered his servants to prepare tea and rice and put them on his table.

Fang Wuxiang smelled the aroma of snacks, and then remembered that he had been traveling all the way and hadn't eaten for a long time, but he didn't feel any hunger in his stomach.On the contrary, it seemed that he had just been hit hard, and there were bursts of dull pain.

The dim sum on the plate happened to include the kind that Yuanbao ate last night. Fang Wuxiang was used to the simple vegetarian meals in the temple before, and he didn't pay much attention to food, but for some reason, he clearly remembered the kind that Yuanbao picked out last night. The layered dough is divided into four parts, and the sweet filling is wrapped in the middle, like a blooming lotus flower. While chewing hard, Yuanbao shows a completely satisfied smile, and the corners of his mouth are covered with glittering icing. The picture at that time was like a mirage. Reenacted in front of him, vivid and vivid, every detail is revealed.

He also raised his hand to pick up a piece of lotus cake and put it in his mouth.

The taste is like chewing wax.

The dry, tight sweetness filled his teeth and made him gag.

It turns out that the tongue, ears, and mouth will all change suddenly according to the state of mind, falling from the sky to the mud.It turned out that his body, which had been self-disciplined for a long time, was so fragile and vulnerable to the turmoil in his heart.

He clutched his chest, suppressed the urge to vomit deep in his throat, spit out the snack, threw it aside, and walked towards the bed instead.

There are shadows of Yuan Bao everywhere in the room, like ghosts from the past, strangling his neck with a pair of invisible hands.

Standing in front of the bedpost, he recalled the feeling of his back against the cold wooden post, and the sinful feeling when Yuan Bao knelt in front of him, pressed his fingers between his legs, and stroked through the cloth. warmth.

The windows were closed tightly, and the sunlight poured into the room through the crack of the door, forming a long and narrow strip of light that spread from the floor to the wall and the dome. It was as straight, sharp and bright as a knife blade, splitting his heart in two.Half as cold as ice, half as dry as fire.

He stood in the depths of the darkness where the light could not reach, in the darkness, he seemed to see Yuan Bao's eyes.Yuan Bao's pupils are gray, and his narrow face makes it even more inconspicuous, reminiscent of mice, snakes, frogs, and all the slippery things hiding in the dark.But at that time, Yuan Bao's eyes were no longer dark, but glowed enthusiastically in the darkness.

The flame of being late spread in the cold room, suddenly igniting his thoughts.

The abbot wants him to enter the world, the first day of junior high school wants him to save people, Duan Changya wants him to avoid danger, Mu Xue wants him not to do evil, and Song Yungui wants him to fight for power.

The voices from all directions squeezed him like a wall. He practiced penance against the wall and borrowed three parts of his Buddha nature, but his Buddha stepped into the sea of ​​fire alone and threw him into the cold world.No one here understands him, only Yuan Bao regards him as a god, bears his concern, believes in his words, and yearns for his salvation.

Their destinies have already been tied together in the dark, and they are inextricably linked.

The situation of last night kept reappearing in front of his eyes. He opened his clothes in a half-dream and half-awake state, and poked his fingers deeper into the place, trying to get back the burning hot touch.

The guilt of violating the Tao tortured him like a raging fire, but his heart felt a little happy in the pain. If time went back to last night, he would definitely make a different choice.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Yuan Bao's old shirt. The taupe, loose-cut clothes were spread out on the corner of the chair, stained with blood and mud, with an indescribable stench, and looked extremely dirty.But as if possessed by a demon, he picked up the blood-stained clothes, covered his face, blocked his nostrils and mouth, and sniffed heavily.

The pungent smell drilled into his nose, like a fist hitting his face, waking him up from a daze.

——Be sure to find the ingot.

He stood up abruptly, and because of too much movement, he shook the table and chairs at hand, and the porcelain plate holding the dim sum fell from the table, and the expensive and delicate food was scattered all over the floor, splashing hot tea.He turned a blind eye and just walked out, stepping on the sharp dregs on the soles of his feet, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

His footsteps are so urgent, so hasty, and the footsteps fall on the ears, as if they come from a stranger.

The people passing by him were frightened by his posture, and no one dared to stop him.

His name is Wuxiang.

All appearances are not appearances, and all appearances are false.

The state of mind that was once transparent as water is now filled with turbid desire.Before he was aware of it, the demonic barrier had quietly grown.

At the edge of Qingguangya, the tide beats the beach, and the back wave follows the front wave, turbulent.

The tide has been surging for tens of millions of years, as if to smooth out the jagged reefs, but the reefs are still standing by the sea, covered with white foam and moss, like old figures with vicissitudes.

Yuan Bao heard the sound of the tide first, and then saw the sky light in the distance.The sky has gradually dimmed, and there is a crimson red floating on the sea level, which is a sign that dusk is approaching.

The bottom of his feet was the cave that he visited with Fang Wuxiang last night. The towering cliffs obscured his sight, and the sound of gusts of wind poured into the entrance of the cave, as if weeping.

His hands and feet had been bound for too long, and he had lost consciousness and became numb. Even if Chu Ba untied the ropes on his body, he could only kneel limply on the ground, looking up vigorously, like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

But his shoulders were quickly grabbed by a pair of strong arms, and it was Chu Ba who picked him up from behind and tightly bound his hands.

The knife from the first day of the junior high school was against his neck.

He tried his best to stare at the person opposite.On the first day of the junior high school, his face was ashen, his eye circles were black, and the only remaining eyeballs were bloodshot. It seemed that the injury was getting worse. Yuan Bao suddenly had a feeling that if this person was not healed, he might not be far from death.And the person standing in front of death is often the scariest.

Yuan Bao's teeth chattered and he asked, "What kind of place is this?"

"You don't remember?" The first day of the junior high school asked in a hoarse voice, "You just came here last night, do you think I don't know?"

Yuan Bao showed surprise, and stared at the other party with wide eyes.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he was further irritated by his expression, he gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Do you know the way to leave Yingzhou Island?"

Yuan Bao shook his head again and again: "No, no, how would I know."

On the first day of the junior high school, he groaned: "Not only did you know, but you also successfully sent Song Yungui's woman out."

Yuan Bao was shocked: "Who... who told you?"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his jaw, and the sharp blade in Chu Yi's hand skillfully avoided the veins, and cut a narrow cut on the side of his cheek.

"Are you really not going to tell the truth?"

"I am telling the truth……"

"I don't have much time left. If you tell the truth and let our two brothers leave safely, I will let you live. If you tell another lie, I will definitely make you regret it."

Yuan Bao shook his head in a more violent way, and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, I really have nothing to do..."

"It seems that you don't hurt enough." Chuyi sneered, suddenly raised his hand to open his mouth, and put a sharp knife into his mouth.

Yuan Bao's hands were cut backwards by Chu Ba, and he couldn't break free. Seeing that his lips had been smeared by the sharp blade, and blood dripped out, he could only shrink his neck back desperately, shaking his head: "What are you doing, stop—ah!"

Chuyi grabbed his hair to make him unable to move, and put the tip of his sword against his teeth with the other hand, aiming at the red flesh covered by his upper lip, and pierced deeply.

Yuan Bao let out a heart-piercing wail, and the strong smell of blood diffused in his mouth, and the teeth that were pried off by the first-year students were still wrapped in the blood.The piercing pain almost made him faint.

But he can still hear the voice of the first day of junior high school: "Did you know that the most vulnerable part of a person is not the muscles, bones, skin and flesh, but the face. The wounds on the body will heal sooner or later, but if the organs on the face are destroyed, they will never be able to recover." It won't come back."

Yuan Bao's mouth was covered with blood, and he couldn't speak a word, and even his groans were blocked by the cold stone wall.

Chuyi wiped off the blood on the blade, and said: "You don't have many teeth, and you only have one pair of eyes and ears. You'd better think about the next sentence before you say it."

A coarse cloth soaked in cold water was stuffed into Yuan Bao's mouth.The cloth was instantly stained red with blood, and the cold liquid soaked into the wound, temporarily relieving the pain.It also made him wake up from a half-consciousness, and raised his head with difficulty.

Chuyi pulled out the coarse cloth and slapped him hard on the cheek, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and spit it to the ground along with the fragments of his teeth.

The hoarse and cold voice sounded again: "Speak."

"Rope... rope boat." Yuan Bao replied in a weak tone.

"what is that?"

"Yes... it was left by the boatman at Quebeiwu... it was written in the ledger... but there is only one rope boat, and it sailed away last night, and there is no more... I have no choice..."

A trace of panic flashed across Chuyi's face, but he quickly lowered his face and said, "You still dare to lie?"

Yuan Bao said: "I'm telling the truth—"

"I don't know what you are? You would give up your only chance to someone else? What a big joke."

"This time no, no..."

Chu Yi completely ignored Yuan Bao's argument, but raised his sharp blade higher, aimed at the latter's brow, and asked, "Do you want to keep the left eye or the right eye?"

Yuan Bao kicked his feet desperately, stepping on the gravel to make a creaking sound.However, he was just moving in vain on the spot, and Chu Ba held him firmly behind his back, covering his moaning mouth with his hand.

The blade of the first day of the junior high school penetrated into the brow bone, slid down slowly, and touched the fragile eyelids. Yuan Bao had never experienced such sharp pain. His eyeballs were squeezed, like air bubbles floating in water, deforming inch by inch, on the verge of cracked edges.Time seemed to stand still, and the long torment made him cry out, tears and snot flowing all over his face, his shoulders trembling like residual leaves in the rustling autumn wind.

However, his fear made the smile on Chuyi's face even more ferocious.

His vision was blurred by tears and blood, the face of the first year of junior high school was close at hand, and there was still a hideous scar on his face, like a bloody mouth, which would tear his flesh and chew his bones in the next moment .

There is a kind of man who is naturally happy by devouring other people's misfortune.There are many such people in the world. If they have swords in their hands, they will turn into wild beasts sooner or later.

The beast fell into the mouth, Yuan Bao almost lost consciousness, his head almost dropped to his chest, and the blood in his eye sockets flowed like a waterfall.

But the first day of the lunar new year pulled his hair and forced him to raise his face again: "Look at your virtue, even your pants are wet with urine, are you still unwilling to tell the truth?"

Yuan Bao opened his lips with difficulty: "...I...I don't want to die, if there is a way, I must have told you..."

His expression was on the verge of madness because of fear, and his voice became indistinct. Because his teeth were pried away, his cheeks were sunken and uneven from side to side, making him look like a deformed freak.

Let go of him on the first day of the lunar new year, a look of fear finally appeared on his face.

Chu Ba also leaned towards him and said in a low voice, "Brother, could it be that guy who lied to us?"

He didn't answer on the first day of the lunar new year. Seeing that his hopes were in vain, he seemed to have been warned of the coming of death in advance, and his face became ashen.When Chu Ba saw the elder brother's appearance, he also panicked, picked up Yuan Bao in a hurry, slapped his face hard, and asked sharply, "Aren't you going to tell me?"

Compared with the torture just now, this slap was really not painful, but it was the last straw on Yuan Bao's back. Yuan Bao lowered his head and said, "...you might as well kill me."

He has never been a brave fighter, but just an ant struggling to survive in the mud.

Chu Ba raised his arm, posing as if he was going to strike, but Chu Yi stopped him, and said again: "I won't kill you, it would be too cheap for you. If you don't tell the truth today, I will tell everyone, You killed the boatman at Sparrowback Wharf."

"I... I don't have the ability to kill people..."

"You don't have it, but Fang Wuxiang does."

Hearing this name, Yuan Bao suddenly raised his head.

Chu was very satisfied with his reaction, sneered, and said: "Last night, he and you sneaked into Quebei Dock, killed the boatman, and stole the secret of the rope boat. We tried to stop him, but we were seriously injured by him. "

"You have nothing to prove..."

"Who says I have no proof, when I was injured last night, not only you and I were present, but also that person."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he raised his finger and pointed to the distance, across the bay.On the deserted pier, there was a lingering figure.

Yuan Bao recognized the figure, it was the alcoholic who cried and mourned last night.The alcoholic is a friend of the boatman at Sparrowback Wharf. He has been lingering at the place where his friend was buried, unwilling to leave, as if desperately looking for something.

Chuyi sneered, and took out a few small, round utensils from his pocket.

It was Fang Wuxiang's Buddha beads.

When Yuan Bao was dumbfounded, he let go of his hand and let the beads fall to the ground, and then said: "Think about it, why is this beads stained with blood? Why did it fall here? That drunkard has been looking for the murderer. If I tell him the truth, what do you think he will do?"

Yuan Bao felt his heart sank, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Last night, he shouldn't have asked Fang Wuxiang to hide from the rain in Quebei Dock, and he shouldn't have asked Fang Wuxiang to flip through the boatman's belongings.

One step earlier, he shouldn't have been rescued by Fang Wuxiang, and he went to the pier determinedly.

Perhaps, he shouldn't have met this person at all.

With all his strength, he broke free from Chu Ba's grip, raised his neck and slammed into the sword tip in Chu Yi's hand.

However, Chu Yi quickly withdrew his sword, grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him to the ground, stepping his face into the gravel.

Yuan Bao prostrated himself on the ground, swallowed a mouthful of sand, and heard a cold voice above his head.

"You want to die right now, I'm afraid it's Yu Yuxi Xi. It's too late."

The evening was getting closer, and the setting sun was like blood. The closer it was to the sea level, the faster it sank, as if attracted by the power of the world, it couldn't wait to fall, and violently fell into the sea, dyeing the sea red.

The setting sun also dragged the figure at the bottom of Qingguangya very long, reflecting on the opposite stone wall, it became multiplied and taller, waving its hands and feet like a giant.The drunkard in the distance has already noticed the strangeness of the figure, and casts attention frequently.

Chuba came to Chuyi and asked, "Brother, what should we do?"

On the first day of the lunar new year, he stared back and said: "Of course we must let this guy tell the truth!"

Chu Ba's brows condensed into a ball: "Looking at his appearance, I'm afraid..."

"He hasn't told the truth yet!" Chu Yi said loudly, while interrupting Chu Ba's questioning, he bent down in front of Yuan Bao.

Yuan Bao raised his eyelids with great effort, and looked at him from bottom to top. His face was livid, but his eyes were extremely hot, revealing indescribable madness.

He secretly took Yuanbao to the bottom of Qingguang Yadi without telling the rest of his companions, in order to leave the island quietly and keep himself safe.He bet all his wealth and life on the captive in front of him, and never thought of other ways out.

Yuan Bao's silence made him furious, and he seemed to be gnashing his teeth, and said word by word in a dry voice, "If you don't tell the truth, I will ruin Fang Wuxiang's reputation, be cast aside forever, and die without a burial." place."

But Yuan Bao didn't open his mouth. He always knew how to read words and expressions. He knew that this person had become a hysterical lunatic. No matter how he tried to explain, the other party would never believe him.

He struggled to raise his head, desperately opened his remaining eyes, and looked beyond the shoulders of the Chu family brothers, looking further away.The Qing Guangya above the head is very high, so high that it can overlook the whole beach, and the people on the beach must be able to see the situation on the cliff clearly.

When he was weak and dying, his ears became more sensitive.In addition to the tide, he also heard the continuous sound of conversation, the voices of many people intertwined from all directions.As the day drew to a close, there must still be people prowling the docks, looking in vain for a way out.

Foolish and hasty people, the isolated island has long been turned into a prison, and every one of them will be swallowed by the turbulent waves, fighting to the last moment in a suffocating cage.

Yuan Bao supported the ground with the palm of his hand, with the palm against the gravel, and used enough force to cut through the flesh, propping up his scarred body.

"Don't you want to leave the island? Let me tell you...I'll point you to..."

He took a deep breath, trying to squeeze the last bit of strength out of his body with this move. Under the watchful eyes of the junior high school, he actually stood up, took a few unsteady steps, and suddenly quickened his pace and started running.

Two people shouted angrily from behind: "Stop! Don't even try to run—!"

Of course he would not stop, he ran with all his strength, ran, lost a shoe in a panic, stepped on rough sand and stones with bare feet, regardless of the scars on the soles of his feet, the pain was piercing, just ran desperately to the higher ground .

The place where his feet stepped was stained with sticky blood, connecting into a road, a road paved by his life.

He finally made it to Qingguangya.

The severe wind blows from the sea, tearing his face like countless minions taking turns.Facing the wind, he shouted to the crowd: "You don't need to look for it, I killed the boatman at the Bird's Back Wharf—"

The wind wrapped his voice, roaring towards the distance.

His internal organs were torn by his throat, as if they were about to be split into several pieces.His vision gradually dimmed, and he could only see the drunkard turn around and stride towards him.

But the next moment, his sight was blocked by two tyrannical figures, and the Chu family brothers rushed towards him like a hungry tiger and knocked him to the ground.

He didn't dodge, he knew it was futile to dodge, he couldn't dodge, so he could only use his life as a bargaining chip to fight against the devil. He poured the remaining strength into his throat, and shouted desperately: "My Yuanbao!" He is a death row prisoner, he has few days to live, I want to turn this Yingzhou Island into a hell, and I want everyone to be buried with me."

He actually used a hundred times stronger momentum than usual, and his voice was as loud as a lion's roar.

Two feet landed on his back in turn, and he heard a muffled sound in his chest, probably the sound of a broken rib.

He collapsed on the ground like a lump of mud, closed his eyes, and heard the sound of the world around him fading away.

At the juncture of life and death, what appeared in front of his eyes was not a god or Buddha, but a figure in a green shirt, with black eyes and a shy smile on his face. His shoulders were bathed in the torrential rain. The red umbrella stretched over his head,

Looking at the mud under my feet on the first day of junior high school, I felt scared in my heart.

He wished that Yuan Bao would die in front of him immediately, but he was also afraid that this person would really die and ruin his hope with him.

He suddenly squatted down, lifted Yuan Bao's dying body, and put his head on his arm, his movements were even gentle: "You can't die, quickly open your eyes and look at me—"

Before Yuan Bao responded to his call, he felt a sharp silver light flash above his head.

Relying on his intuition, he dodged quickly, avoiding the fatal blow aimed at the back of the head, and only then did he see where the silver light came from.

It was a harpoon.

This is an iron fork used by boatmen for fishing. The sea fish is strong and powerful, and the harpoon is also thick and long. The setting sun shines on the shining fork, as if it is covered with blood.

The harpoon is in the hand of the drunkard.

The drunkard no longer looked like a drunkard, but rather a vengeful ghost. The dead boatman seemed to crawl out of the grave and attached himself to him.His face and neck were red, his veins were bulging, his eyes were no longer cloudy, the smell of alcohol was evaporated by the burning sunset, his eyes were staring with anger, the eyeballs seemed to be split open.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he couldn't tell whether the alcoholic was drunk or sober, but he could clearly feel his anger.

The drunkard's tone became extremely low because of his anger, and he said sharply, "Get out of the way."

Instead of getting out of the way on the first day of the lunar new year, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and his younger brother followed suit. The two stood in front of the vengeful evil spirits and stopped Yuanbao behind them.

"You can't kill him."

"Why not?"

"The boatman didn't kill him, he was lying."

The drunkard's eyes narrowed, and he glanced at Chuyi's face: "Could it be you who killed it?"

"of course not!"

As soon as Chuyi's words fell, he felt his feet sinking. Yuan Bao actually got up from the ground, wriggled and crawled to his side, with his body covered in mud, he opened his arms and hugged his legs.

"At the beginning we lived and died together, but now you turn your face and deny it? You still have me as a brother in need in your heart. If you have the ability, you should avoid it. Don't protect me anymore. Just let him kill me."

The drunkard looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. After laughing enough, he said: "Don't worry, none of you can escape. God locked you devils on the island, and he wants you to pay for your life!"

The halberd in the drunkard's hand was raised high.

In his hand, the harpoon as tall as a man is as nimble as a swimming dragon, sometimes it is used as a spear, sometimes it is used as a stick, it stabs horizontally and vertically, shakes out the hunting wind, and every attack is a killer move.If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would never have imagined that a drunk and decadent alcoholic would have such a superb wealth.

Not everyone is willing to swim in the turbid current of the rivers and lakes. Before an alcoholic becomes an alcoholic, all he is willing to do is exchange glasses with his friends, drink a few jugs of wine, catch a few fish, In the setting sun, I sang to my heart's content, fell drunk on the Qingguangya, and opened my eyes in the morning sun of the second day.For such a life, he gave up his fame and fortune and came to the peaceful Yingzhou Island to settle down.

He did have such a life, carefree, forgetting the changing seasons and the passing of time, until last night when the rain poured down and the devil took his friend away.

How can he not hate.

Hatred is the most ferocious force in the world, and he poured it into the harpoon of his old friend, aiming it at the throat of the devil.Chu Ba was stabbed in the shoulder by him, so he had to dodge to the side, Chu Yi threw his vertical sword to entangle him, but the internal injury was still there, his martial arts were not good, and he gradually lost the wind.I saw a silver light like a rainbow intersecting with the shadow of the sword. Chu stepped back and dodged the frontal sharpness, but was hit in the middle of the vest by a horizontal stick that followed.Immediately fell forward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The drunkard looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Heaven has eyes, help me to kill the evil, and avenge my dead friend—!"

Whether the sky has eyes is still unknown, but people do have eyes, and they will never miss such a fierce battle.

The drunkard's aura was so fierce that even though people surrounded him, they didn't dare to approach. They just stood in the distance and watched the fire from the other side.

Qing Guangya's terrain is downhill, and the sight of the first day of junior high school sweeps down, and it is very clear.He saw contempt and disgust in the eyes of strangers. Now, the alcoholic has become the embodiment of justice, and he is a wicked devil. It is best to die immediately, be buried in the belly of a fish, and disappear from the world.

But instead of hurting him, these needle-like sights made him more excited and wanted to live even more.

He wiped the blood from his mouth, propped himself up and got up from the ground. Opposite him, the alcoholic also showed a little fatigue.Swinging such a heavy weapon would make anyone exhausted. The drunkard supported the harpoon on the ground, breathing heavily.

Behind the drunkard, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, all of them were his former colleagues, they came from a land of three religions, and they formed a gang because of their hatred for Dongfengtang, calling themselves Xizhouhui.

If at this moment, the people from the Xizhou Association drew their swords and rushed forward, they would surely be able to pierce through the drunkard's vest and cut off his head.

However, these people stopped a few feet away, seeing him and Chu Ba being seriously injured by a drunkard, but none of them came to help.

Many mouths that used to be smeared with honey and flattered him were now silent.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Originally, he had already planned to part ways with this mob. Ever since he separated from the crowd with his younger brother and hijacked Yuanbao privately, he never thought that he would reunite with Xizhou again.If he wants to survive, even if other people die on Yingzhou Island, it has nothing to do with him.

But at this moment, the others are safe and sound, and the ones who are on the verge of death are themselves.

Isn't it predestined by God's will that karma reciprocates?

Once upon a time, he also believed in God's will and did good deeds, but his family business fell into ruin and his wife and children were separated.Now he really hates God's will. There are countless people in the world who are more treacherous and evil than him. Why are they all safe and sound, and even become famous and famous.

Since the sky has no eyes, why worry about karma and retribution.

He turned to his younger brother beside him, and said in a low voice, "Don't pay attention to this mad dog, just wait for the opportunity to follow me."

Chu Ba was taller and bigger than him, but he had no idea, looked at him like a silly child, and asked, "Go? Where are you going?"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want to die here?"

Chuba shook his head.

"Then follow me."

While looking at the situation around him, while gathering strength, he found that his legs were extremely heavy and difficult to lift, as if he was tied to a stone.

He lowered his head, there were no stones at his feet, but a puddle of mud that was more stubborn than stones.Two arms stretched out from the mud, desperately hugging his thigh.

He said angrily, "Go away!"

Instead of rolling away, Yuan Bao hugged him even tighter. His cheeks were swollen, his teeth were incomplete, and his blood foam was flying everywhere, making him look particularly hideous.He begged with his muddy mouth, "I don't want to die here, brother, don't abandon me—"

Chu Yi lowered his head and was speechless, Chu Ba angrily reprimanded instead of his elder brother: "Don't do that bullshit anymore, when did my big brother become your big brother?"

Yuan Bao still didn't let go, and there was a cry in his voice: "Brother, you clearly said that you want to enjoy the glory and wealth together, but now you want to abandon me? No, even if I die, I will die with you."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he pulled out his heel with all his strength, and kicked him in the chest instead: "Shut up! You crazy!!"

Yuan Bao turned over like a sack, and collapsed on his back to the sky, his cheeks were covered with bruises, and he let out a rough moan like a domestic animal, only a pair of gray eyes were full of brilliance, and there was victory in them joy.

The weapons in this world are not only swords, guns and halberds.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he stared at Yuan Bao like he was staring at a monster. He never imagined that a humble eunuch could exert such great power.He seemed to hear the voice of the other party, and said word by word: "Even if I become a ghost, I will drag you into hell together, and I will go into the sea of ​​fire and oil pan with me, and I will never be reborn forever."

He couldn't tell whether it was a real voice or a hallucination.

In his eyes, Yuan Bao seemed to break out of the cocoon and become a beast in hell, sticking his head out of the deep mire, wrapped his thin arms around his feet tightly, and dragged him into the boundless darkness.

He even forgot that the beast was released by himself.

The drunkard watched them quarreling, and laughed openly, "Okay, you dogs eat dogs, save me some energy."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he didn't pay attention to the drunkard's words, and he couldn't hear all the whispers around him, and the voice of the eighth day calling him.He finally couldn't stand the long torture and raised the sword in his hand.

He wants to kill the beast, to close those piercing eyes forever, to make those ferocious arms return to the swamp forever, and to make these smiling lips never open again to speak the curse. Generally vicious lies.

He had to do this, otherwise, he would be the first to fall into madness.

"Go to hell!" He heard his own voice.

It was easier to kill this person than to crush a bug.

However, he miscalculated even this simple matter.

As soon as he raised his sword, it disappeared.

The so-called disappearance does not mean turning into invisible, but it is broken in two from the sword, and an invisible edge seems to protrude from the wind. Under this edge, his sword became as soft as tofu, and was easily crushed. Cut off, leaving a flat and smooth section.

The hilt of the sword was still in his hand, but the part under the sword flew to the distance due to the impact, drew a long arc in the air, and finally fell down the cliff, slanting between the jagged rocks.

Everything happened in an instant, and he didn't see clearly who made the move and how it was done.

Beside him, Chu Ba's face turned pale.And his condition didn't get much better, the hand holding the broken sword couldn't stop shaking.

Of course he should be afraid, if the invisible gust of wind was higher and closer, not only his sword but also half of his arm and wrist would fall to the bottom at this moment.

The power of Lingfeng breaking the sea is stored in the invisible and emitted in the silent.

He has experienced this kind of kung fu once before, and almost lost his life. He absolutely does not want to experience it again.

He turned his head slowly, and really saw a familiar figure jumping into his eyes.

The green shirt is like a pine, but the loose body is constantly shaking due to the strong wind.

"You are not allowed to touch him!"

The man pushed aside the turbulent crowd and stood at the forefront of the commotion. Not even a drunkard could stop the menacing oncoming momentum.

"None of you is allowed to hurt him!" the man said again, with a louder voice and a more intense tone.

The man's throat trembled with the roar, and so did Qing Guangya's foot. This terrifying palm technique set off a gust of wind, which not only cut off the sword in Chuyi's hand, but even the cliff behind Chuyi was about to explode. Open, and a tip was cut off.

A voice from the crowd said: "This...could it be the Lantian Temple Wuxiang Gong?"

Fang Wuxiang's eyes briefly swept across the crowd, and everyone's eyes were also focused on him.

His breathing was short and he was still gasping for breath.

All his clothes are brand new, a farewell gift specially prepared for him by Dongfengtang, but the brand new shoes are covered with mud, the half-dry and half-wet mud climbed from the upper of the shoes to the calf, and even the blue sleeves were also stained. Stained with many mud spots, mottled and mottled, it looks very rough.

His shoes were also brand new, but the leather-studded soles had worn down a whole layer, and the stitching at the tip had been pulled apart, revealing a slight seam.

Only when a person has walked many roads and climbed many mountains can he get so much dirt on his body.He must have walked very fast and hurriedly to wear out the brand new soles in a few hours.

At this moment, if he took off Wuxiang's shoes, he would definitely see many blisters on the soles of his feet.

However, Fang Wuxiang didn't realize it, as if he had turned into a clay figurine who didn't know pain.

His gaze simply swept across the crowd, and he couldn't wait to land on Yuan Bao.

Yuan Bao also turned his attention to him.

But Yuan Bao's shoulders and back were still tense, and he couldn't see any joy of being rescued in his expression, but became extremely flustered.Facing the first day of junior high school just now, his aura of being like a ghost like a god has completely dissipated, leaving only a flustered face.

Enduring the pain all over his body, he tried to prop up his body with clumsy movements.His articulate words were no longer clear, but he still opened his mouth and said, "Brother Fang, why are you here?"

"I'm coming to find you."

"Don't look for me, I don't care about you, you go, go—"

Of course Fang Wuxiang didn't leave, he just watched Yuan Bao being tormented by serious injuries, no one should have to bear such deep pain, let alone the treasure in his hands, he didn't even blink, his There was a decisive belief in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn this picture into his mind forever.

Then, he slowly raised his head and turned his gaze to the first day of junior high school.

His gaze suddenly changed, like a piece of warm coal being thrown into icy water, his deep-set eye sockets were stretched open by angry eyes, and the brows couldn't stop shaking, pulling his angular cheeks to twitch together, but he remained silent , Little by little anger was accumulated in the silence, anyone stared at by such a pair of eyes would inevitably feel frightened.

His anger had been suppressed for too long.

Stopped between Fang Wuxiang and Yuanbao on the first day of the lunar new year, with a half-handled broken sword