The devil has too many vests

Su Xinghan had already learned from the children about the Dayou royal family pretending to be gods and ghosts for generations, enhancing their aptitude by seizing children's Daoji, and what Xu Hui himself has done over the years.

At this time, Yan Weilou also told Su Xinghan exactly how he found Xu Hui's closed room through the Yuanhe River, and then discovered the Dayou treasure house.

The only thing he concealed was the painting he found at the end of the secret room, the scroll with the portrait of Su Xinghan.

Just looking at the artistic conception and emotion shown in every stroke and every painting, one can tell that the artist must have hated Su Xinghan deeply, such malicious things, let alone destroyed by him, don't even need to mention it.

"...The descendants of the Dayou royal family are actually hiding here?"

Knowing Xu Hui's identity, Su Xinghan was surprised and showed some clarity.

The fog in his mind dissipated, and he was no longer puzzled by the resentment expressed by Xu Hui, anyway, he was clear.

The arrival of the two was warmly welcomed by the villagers, and every household welcomed them out of the house, slaughtered pigs and sheep, and took out the best things in the house.

A group of children didn't know if they had heard too much about Yan Weilou's fight against Hebo to save them, but they all liked this big brother very much, like a group of animal cubs, they would stick to Yan Weilou's side whenever they had the opportunity.

For children with pure nature, Yan Weilou is a little more patient than others, and he doesn't get tired of their pestering.In his interest, he cut out a wooden sword and danced a set of simple sword skills in front of the children.

The sun was shining brightly, and there were many shadows of the trees. The young man drew his sword and stood there, his face that was too sharp and cold was softened by a smile: "How is it? Have you learned it?"

Although what he uses is only a set of entry-level swordsmanship, in this world where martial arts are flourishing, martial arts skills are even more precious than poetry and books, and most people never pass them on.Even the simplest and most basic exercises are not available to ordinary civilians.

Like these ordinary people without any background, if they want to learn some kung fu, at least they have to send their children to the martial arts school as apprentices, pay money and work hard, and work hard for several years before they are taught martial arts. A kung fu that is not in the world.

Even if someone with outstanding talent has the opportunity to join the Jianghu sect, he cannot only enjoy the benefits, but also has to bear various obligations in the sect.

What's more, the exercises learned in the martial arts hall or sect are not allowed to be passed on without permission, even if it is passed on to one's own children.

It is unimaginably generous for someone like Yan Weilou to take out a set of swordsmanship that is at least top-notch and teach it to the children without any secrecy, without even restricting them from continuing to pass it on in the future. !

These children still don't realize what his actions mean, but the villagers are very clear that this simple set of swordsmanship may have changed the fate of many children and even their descendants.

Now, the enthusiasm of the villagers increased tenfold.The villagers carrying chickens, ducks, fish, melons, fruits and vegetables almost surrounded the small courtyard where Yan Weilou temporarily lived.Others threw things in directly from outside the fence.This is the simplest and most direct way for them to express their gratitude.

While Yan Weilou was dealing with these people, Su Xinghan seemed unaccustomed to such excitement, so he talked to him before quietly walking out from the side door.

Yan Weilou didn't take it seriously either, and just reminded with a smile: "Didn't you say that the Chaomu Fragment is nearby? Mingguang, don't forget to sense it carefully to find out the exact location. Let's look for it earlier."

Su Xinghan agreed: "Ayan, don't worry, I already know where the pieces are, so I'll go get them."

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Compared with the hustle and bustle of Yanwei Tower, the other place is very deserted, that is a cowshed at the west end of the village.

Xu Hui finally finished cleaning the cowshed, endured the stinky breath all over his body and walked out quickly. He used the lightness technique to perform the fastest level in his life, leaped all the way to the river, and washed himself three times. Finally, he felt The weird smell on his body dissipated a lot.

But under the influence of psychology, he still felt uncomfortable all over, and couldn't help but frowned tightly, his face darkened.

At this moment, the resentment towards Yan Weilou in his heart was almost on par with Su Xinghan.

Of these two people, one was the chief culprit who caused the collapse of his great country, cut off his noble status from the root, and also made him, a descendant of the royal family, fearful and incognito since he was a child, and his life was not as good as that of ordinary people;

The other is even more treacherous, cunning, cruel and ruthless, not only took away the treasure house of Dayou that his ancestors relied on for generations like a robber, cut off the hope of more than ten generations to restore the country, but also treated him as a slave and handed him over to a little girl The film is so humiliating!

Xu Hui clenched his teeth tightly, his facial muscles twitched, and he could only feel a faint smell of blood in his mouth.

Looking down at his own reflection in the river, he gritted his teeth and swore: "One day, one day... I will avenge today!"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for that day."

A clear and cold voice suddenly came from behind him, with a calm and calm tone, as if he was expounding an absolute truth that must be correct, and it was taken for granted.

Xu Hui turned around vigilantly, and when he saw the person coming, he subconsciously took three steps back: "...You? What do you want to do?"

Su Xinghan, dressed in white, quietly appeared on the bank of the river, and the steaming mist filled his body, making him look like a fairy.

However, in the eyes of Xu Hui at this time, this person is three points more terrifying than the Shura ghost in hell.

Su Xinghan didn't speak, but stared at Xu Hui silently with a pair of clear and cold eyes.A cold killing intent filled every inch of Xu Hui's body with the water mist, and Su Xinghan didn't have much expression on his face.

"...You know me, you already know my identity?" He said lightly, with pure curiosity in his tone, "Where did you know?"

Without waiting for Xu Hui to answer, Su Xinghan said to himself: "It seems that it was passed down from generation to generation. They hold grudges so much, do they still want revenge?"

Xu Hui's body trembled under the heavy pressure around him, and he almost bent into a shrimp.Although he managed to hold on without falling to his knees with a "plop", there were still big beads of sweat oozing from his body, and he was very embarrassed.

When he suddenly saw Su Xinghan at the entrance of the village, he had no expectation at all. This also made it too late for him to make sufficient mental preparations, and accidentally poured out the resentment in his heart. Naturally, he had to make amends at this time.

"...You are joking, my lord priest."

Xu Hui squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

"The ancestor passed on your portrait from generation to generation, just to teach the younger generation to keep in mind, not to offend easily. How dare you have the slightest thought of revenge?"

"……portrait?"

Su Xinghan's eyelashes trembled.

... He already knew about Ayan's possession of the Dayou Treasure House. Could the portrait be among them?When these Dayou survivors portrayed him, they would never beautify him in the slightest. I don't know how to ruin his image in front of Ayan!

The killing intent in the air suddenly became serious, like thick and viscous ink wrapped around Xu Hui's body, making him a little breathless.

Struggling hard, he looked up at Su Xinghan unwillingly, showing a miserable smile:

"The ancestors have already paid the price for their mistakes, and now I am the only one left in my lineage, and the priest is still chasing this place. Are you going to kill the grass?"

He obviously misunderstood why Yan Weilou and the others came here.

Su Xinghan didn't explain, just said: "I want the core fragment of Chaomu Sword, you know where it is."

"... Huh?" A weird smile appeared on Xu Hui's face, as if he had heard something absurd, and he even forgot his honorific name, "You want it? Do you want to recast it into the Chaomu Sword?"

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and the dense water vapor turned into water in the extremely cold temperature, and then condensed into ice, and this icy frost sword was held in the hands of the man in white, and the sharp edge of the sword reached Xu Hui Between eyebrows.

"—tell me where it is."

A drop of blood rolled down from between his brows, Xu Hui could hardly restrain his smile, but his voice was full of sadness.

"Back then, in order to destroy Chaomu, you did not hesitate to damage your spirituality and destroy my Dayou Dynasty. Now you want to take back the fragments of the divine sword from my descendant, Dayou, and recast Chaomu... How embarrassing is this! The world is destroyed with one sword, the world is destroyed, but the sword is recast..."

"Hahaha, the prisoner who once wanted to cut off the shackles at the expense of destroying a country, now wants to put on the shackles again and imprison himself, how ridiculous!"

"Since you don't want to take off this shackle, how innocent is my death..."

The sword's edge flashed in mid-air, and a ray of cold light flashed across Xu Hui's throat, which did not hurt his life, but made him dare not continue to speak.

"The same shackles, the key is very different in whose hands.... Do you want to hold me by day and night?"

If it was someone else, they would inevitably feel sympathy for Xu Hui's crazy behavior, but Su Xinghan was indifferent, even a little puzzled, and he spoke seriously.

"Dayou can't do it, and neither can anyone else."

——But Ayan can.

The sword edge was still lying on Xu Hui's neck, Su Xinghan continued to ask:

"Which is more important, your life or the fragments of the divine sword?"

There was not much threat in his tone, as if it was just a simple multiple-choice question, and the pair of dark and pure eyes were cold and indifferent, it seemed that as long as Xu Hui made a choice, he would immediately execute it.

Xu Hui is not the kind of person who would risk his life for the sake of his integrity.Just now he thought that his life was in jeopardy, and he was agitated and had ups and downs, so he was a little presumptuous.Knowing now that there is still hope of saving his life, of course he immediately admits to being cowardly and chooses to tell Chaomu where the shards are.

"I said, Lord Priest, I'll tell you everything right now." He said hastily, fearing that he might lose his life if he said too late, "The fragments of the Excalibur are in Lianshanwu, the Lianshanwu at the end of the Daheng Mountain Range."

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In the next moment, Xu Hui felt a pain in his brow and heart.

An extremely domineering cold light rushed into his spiritual altar, killing most of his soul and body in an instant, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul reincarnated away.

His eyes widened in astonishment, unwilling to fall to the ground, there was still an unbelievable look in his pupils.

Su Xinghan didn't have the slightest sense of guilt that what he said was nothing, he scattered the ice sword in his hand, turned around and was about to leave.

——Just now when this person was talking about taking revenge on Ayan in the future, he said that there is no future!

He just turned around when a figure flew over and appeared in front of him.

Su Xinghan subconsciously put his right hand holding the sword back into his sleeve, his eyelashes trembled twice, like a helpless child who had just done something bad.

"Ming Guang, you are..." Yan Weilou glanced at the corpse on the ground, then turned to Su Xinghan.

He frowned, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "This guy is crazy again? Is he trying to harm you? He doesn't know how to live or die!"

Su, the bullied little pitiful Xinghan: "..."

Yan Weilou asked with concern: "Mingguang, are you not injured?"

Su Xinghan coughed guiltily: "No. I killed him."

Yan Weilou didn't care: "Good job! It's not important to keep him alive. But now he seems to have a deep resentment towards you and me, it's better to get rid of the troubles sooner."

Xu Hui's death did not cause any waves.The villagers were only sorry for the loss of a coolie, but they would not blame Mr. Yan and his companions who had done a great favor to the village for this. At most, they could only blame that man for his poor fortune.

Yan Weilou didn't care anymore.

In contrast, he was more concerned about the news that Su Xinghan brought back: "Lianshanwu? That seems to be the bandit gang established by Xu Hui when he was the head of the family. It should be one of the three mountains and nine villages. It should have been slaughtered by Du Jiuyou some time ago." Bar?"