After forming a contract with the ancestor of Jianxiu

There was a wave of spiritual power in front of him, and Chu Wei felt someone standing beside him.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew that Master was by his side, maybe looking at him with angry eyes.

He turned his head and looked aside, his mouth moved, and he murmured for a while, but he didn't say anything.

There are others here, and he doesn't want others to know the existence of Master at all.

But Hua Rong was not polite at all. Anyway, no one could hear what he said, but he gave Chu Wei a solid reprimand.

"I think your wings are stiff, and you can think of this kind of trick that kills one thousand and hurts eight hundred."

"What do these people have to do with you? I've trained you until now just to make you hurt yourself for something that's not even a thing in this group of things?"

"You are really amazing. You still use your own blood as a medium. Do you have a lot of blood? If you have a lot, you might as well donate it."

"Have you fed all the things I teach you to the dog?"

On the way back, Chu Wei didn't say a word, with a cold face, others thought he was out of breath and didn't want to talk.

But in fact, because he walked all the way, he was almost scolded by the master all the way, but he couldn't open his mouth to refute, he felt aggrieved and wronged, he couldn't say it, he could only show his expression on his face.

He didn't speak, and the people around him didn't dare to speak. They took turns carrying the unconscious village chief and walked silently all the way.

By the time they returned to the village from the woods, it was already dark, but the village was brightly lit, and lights were on from house to house, all waiting for Chu Wei and the others to come out of the woods.

There were still people guarding the exit of the forest, and as soon as they saw their figures, they immediately rang the gong in their hands.

The sound of the gong was deafening and soon spread throughout the village.

After a while, everyone gathered at the gate of the village chief's house, and looked inside one by one.

I heard that the village head was in a coma and was carried back. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead. He was dry, just like when Lao Zhang died. It was very scary.

However, the courtyard door of the village chief's house was closed, and people were not allowed to go in for the time being. No one knew what happened in the forest.

After everyone waited for a long time, the door finally opened, but before they could squeeze in, they saw Chu Wei walking outside with an unhappy expression on his face.

If this were the case in the past, these elders would have to babble a few words, children are not polite, why would they not say hello to the elders in the village.

But now, no one dared to treat him as an ordinary boy, and they looked at him with a kind of awe that they hadn't even noticed.

Seeing him coming out, everyone hastily made way for a wide road.

There is an elderly grandfather who is usually fierce in the village and is notoriously bad tempered.

There are not many people in the village who dare to provoke him, because at such an age, if they bump into each other, they will not be able to tell clearly.

But at this time, the old man was full of anxiety, but he didn't dare to open his throat. He forced out a seemingly gentle smile, and asked in a gentle voice: "Chu Wei, how is the village chief?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at him, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him.

As if Chu Wei didn't notice it, he still walked out in a muffled voice.

This made everyone very anxious. Looking at this, it could be that the village chief... had an accident.

Seeing that he was about to get out of everyone's sight, Chu Wei stopped and turned his head slightly.

Everyone held their breath and waited for him to speak, who knew that the man held his chest and coughed slightly, then grabbed a handful of hair irritably, and said with an unhappy face: "Don't disturb me to sleep."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, what does this mean, the matter was resolved, or not resolved?

The courtyard door of the village chief's house was opened again, but this time it was Cheng Daniu with drooping ears and bowed head who came out.

Cheng Daniu was not Chu Wei, so he was stopped now, and one or two of them all stepped forward to ask the village chief about his situation.

Cheng Daniu was also very sleepy. After walking for a day and being tired all day, he couldn't raise his energy at all.

He looked at the faces in front of him, with worries written all over them, as if he was really worried about the village chief.

But now Daniu knew in his heart that they were not worried for the village chief, but for themselves.

For no reason, a wave of irritability gushed out from the bottom of my heart.

Cheng Daniu pushed the crowd away with his hands, and replied viciously: "I can't die."

He quickly ran out of the crowd and went home without looking back.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they were not as anxious as when they first arrived.

The village head is like this, and nothing happened, so will they have no problems?

Everyone has their own thoughts.

At this time, Chu Wei was facing the wall, thinking about it?

Behind Chu Wei, a faint silhouette appeared.

This outline outlines a tall figure, with wide-sleeved robes, a tall and straight figure, waist-length hair all scattered behind the back, but the aura around him is a bit fierce.

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

Hua Rong is holding back his anger until now, why didn't he realize that this little apprentice had such a self-sacrificing side before?

Chu Wei pursed his lips and didn't speak, but he was very sad in his heart.

The master has never talked to him like this before. Although he is strict on weekdays, it is not like today, rambling on and scolding him all the way.

He felt aggrieved, and also felt a flurry of chest pains, and a severe itchy throat. When he couldn't help it, he could only cough twice muffled at the volume to relieve the pain in his lungs.

Hua Rong looked at it, and suddenly couldn't say anything.

The little apprentice lowered his head and faced the wall in thought, not daring to speak, even suppressing his cough, it looked really annoying and distressing.

He protects his shortcomings, after all, he is his apprentice who has been taught little by little, no matter how angry he is, he still can't see him like this.

Hua Rong looked at it for a while, and the anger gradually dissipated.

"If you are injured, can't you treat it first?"

The young man who felt aggrieved at first pursed his lips when he heard this, and said in a low voice, "You made me stand here."

Then he coughed twice.

Hua Rong suddenly became angry, and snorted: "Meditate, adjust your breath, I'll take care of you when you recover from your injuries."

Chu Wei said "Oh", and turned around slowly, but the moment he turned his head, he saw the vague and tall figure in front of him.

His eyes lit up, and he wanted to see more clearly, but Master didn't give him this chance, so he disappeared.

Chu Wei closed his eyes, trying to imprint that figure in his mind.

Even though it was only a vague outline, he could see the master. As long as he worked harder, he would see the appearance of the master one day.

Thinking of this, the grievance disappeared, and he quickly slipped into bed, sat cross-legged, and began to adjust his breath according to the method his master taught him.

Sitting like this, Chu Wei sat directly from dark to dawn, and when the light of the morning sun shone into the room through the window, he exhaled slowly.

There is still some pain in the chest, but it is much better than last night, and the breathing is much smoother.

After a few days of breathing adjustment in this way, it is estimated that it will be cured.

Chu Wei got up refreshed, ready to go out to make breakfast.

Outside the simple living room, grandpa was holding a bowl of porridge, sitting under the shade of a tree at the gate, eating and enjoying the cool.

Just as Chu Wei wanted to say something, he raised his head subconsciously, and outside the small courtyard, there were a bunch of heads moving back and forth.

Don't think about it, I know, it must be those people from last night.

He spread out his palm, and the originally crystal clear crystal ball had been dyed pitch black at this moment, and the souls flying back and forth inside were constantly hitting the glass wall, trying to get out of it.

If you look carefully, you can still see hideous faces, as if they are about to swallow people with their mouths open.

He folded his palms together, and the glass ball disappeared.

Chu Wei ignored the group of people outside the courtyard, and after washing, he sat down beside his grandfather with a bowl of porridge.

As long as he can remember, he has been dependent on this old man. It was his grandfather who brought him up since he was a child. Apart from his master, this is probably the closest person to him.

Chu Wei doesn't have many memories of his childhood. Before he met his master, he fell down a hillside and forgot many things. All his memories started from this little village chief.

His parents work outside the home all the year round, and except when they come back with money during holidays, they don't see anyone on weekdays.

In the village, only the canteen at the entrance of the village has a telephone, and he will not contact his parents unless necessary.

There are not many children like him in the village, and Chu Wei didn't think anything was wrong.

But now, grandpa's life span is coming to an end.

Chu Wei ate and ate, and suddenly asked: "Grandpa, do you still remember the fire in the Wang family more than 20 years ago?"

Grandpa is getting old and his ears are a little hard of hearing, but he can still hear his words clearly.

The old man should have heard something, he put down his chopsticks, sighed, his eyes didn't know where to fall, and said in a low voice: "It's a crime, it's all a crime."

Chu Wei finished eating the bowl in silence, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

The old man said slowly: "Although I didn't participate, but... grandpa didn't stand up to stop it, so why not be an accomplice."

Chu Wei suddenly raised his head: "Grandpa, you didn't participate?"

Grandpa shook his head: "You weren't there at that time, your grandma was still there, but she was in poor health, and the children were all outside. She couldn't live without her, and I could only take care of her every step of the way. How could I have the time to grab something? Baoyu."

"Don't say that I can't keep up with my body. Could it be that the things I picked up are my own? If there is a windfall from the sky, there must be disasters."

Later, didn't it just cause trouble?

Grandpa vaguely remembered that he was standing in his house, across a river, looking at the fire that almost illuminated the entire village, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Since then, he has been out less.

People's hearts are cold, and in the face of interests, who knows whether it is a human or a ghost?

The old man spoke slowly, and Chu Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief after listening.

He packed up the bowl in a hurry, told his grandpa and was ready to go out.

The old man stopped him and didn't say a word for a long time, but said softly: "Be careful, come back early."

Chu Wei: "Grandpa, I know."

As soon as the courtyard door opened, more than a dozen pairs of eyes met in an instant.

After Chu Wei said last night not to disturb his sleep, no one dared to knock on the door, but they guarded the door and waited for him to come out.

The one standing in the front was the elder son of the village chief who rushed back overnight.

This person is dressed differently from the people in the village. It is obviously summer, but it is a white shirt, black trousers, and is tightly wrapped. From the inside to the outside, there is an elite from the city people. Fan.

Probably because of the long waiting time, there was still obvious impatience on the face.

Seeing Chu Wei for the first time, he asked suspiciously: "Is he the one you're talking about with supernatural powers?"

The author has something to say:

Thank you for your support, okay!

Chu Wei: Thank you for the invitation, let your father die.