Little Ancestor, Marry Me

Chapter 31

The setting sun all fell behind the mountain, and the darkness of the night filled the sky and the earth, only the broken stars that radiated faint light filled the night sky.

Fang Wenrui was still wearing the lavender-painted gold light robe, calmly embracing Su Changliu with a light leap to distance himself, and said softly, "Long time no see, Lord Leader."

"Master..." Cui Zhu uttered two almost silent words with trembling lips, glanced at Fang Wenrui, paused for a moment, then turned the tip of his gun and rushed towards Tang Su.

Fang Wenrui should have no problem dealing with Luo Diheng. The young master is safe. If Tang Su has no help, he might really run out of fuel.

Tang Su has been wrestling with people for so long, and all of them are more deadly warriors than him, and his stature is already much slower than before. The white-bearded elder is really the shrewdest of the group of old monsters, Tang Su The personal body technique in the door is very secretive, and Tang Su's internal strength is also superior to his peers, if he fights rashly close to him, he may capsize in the gutter, so he surrounded the outside and watched the dead men die under Tang Su's knife one after another, Tang Su was gradually exhausted, until the last dead man beside Tang Su fell under Tang Su's knife, Tang Su stopped panting, suddenly raised his head to look at the white-bearded elder not far away, staggering He took two steps to distance himself, a pair of eyes full of broken stars were beating with murderous intent, and he was staring at the white-bearded elder.

The white-bearded elder moved instantly, Tang Su tensed his nerves and watched the white-bearded elder's figure approaching him like a phantom. Elder Beard's palm with the power of breaking the sky and rocks had already struck Tang Su's heart. Tang Su was powerless to retreat at this moment, so he had to change his body in an instant and meet his shoulders to avoid the deadly heart. The wound on the shoulder was torn again, and the blood Splash.

"Ancestor!" Ren Yun threw down the body of the third elder, his bloody hands were trembling slightly due to prolonged overuse, his inner strength was running low, and his beautiful moon white brocade clothes had already been stained. It was black and red, exuding a bloody stench.

"Ahem!" Tang Su's eyes turned black, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he didn't dare to stop at all. He concentrated all his internal energy on his legs, raised his energy and lightened his body, and tried his best to fly away with his lightness kung fu.

damn it!Why hasn't that fellow Mo Chisheng come back yet!

The white-bearded elder would naturally not let Tang Su go. If Tang Su hadn't rushed in to disrupt the situation, Su Changliu would have already been captured by them. Why did he need to work so hard?Also lost so many manpower.

"Big brother-"

The immature child's voice with panic and a little crying sounded in the courtyard.

Su Changxin was startled, and hurriedly looked for his reputation. Su Yiyi, who was so scared by the surrounding scene and pale, was standing on the promenade not far away with tears in his eyes, surrounded by corpses of dead soldiers. Chang Liu turned his head to look at him, Su Yiyi who was terrified immediately ran towards Su Changliu crying.

Su Changliu's pupils shrank, and behind Su Yiyi, a dead man who had fallen on the ground had climbed up again. There was no emotion in his gray eyes, and he raised his knife to Su Yiyi without hesitation.

"Yiyi!" Su Changliu's body reacted first, as if the strength of his whole body exploded at this moment, and the light blue brocade robe drew a phantom in the air. The warm embrace of the breath, and then Su Changliu let out a muffled snort, and the smell of blood permeated the air.

Su Yiyi hastily stretched out her arms to hug Su Changliu, but her soft little hands touched Su Changliu's back which was sticky, and she cried even harder when she realized what it was.

The body of the dead man trembled, and he fell behind Su Changliu with a muffled sound. Three pointed darts were sunk into his vest. The pointed darts seemed to use a lot of force, and the ones exposed were less than one finger wide. A little bit.

Tang Su was almost exhausted, holding on to the pillars of the corridor, half kneeling on the ground, his eyes darkened.

Cui Zhu was holding the white-bearded elder firmly behind Tang Su, and the air flow from the spear point attack was like a shock, entangled the elder so hard that he couldn't escape.

"Master Su...!" Fang Wenrui and Luo Diheng were wrestling, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright red gash on Su Changliu's back from his shoulder down to his waist, which made his eyes ache. Su Changliu shook his body and barely stabilized Keeping his body shape, he gently pressed Su Yiyi's face against his neck so that she could not see her, soothed Su Yiyi's emotions, and staggered to Tang Su holding Su Yiyi who was sobbing. Beside him, he slowly sat down against the porch pillar, and patted Su Yiyi's left hand which slowly slipped down.

I can't move my left hand at all. If I don't treat it as soon as possible, I'm afraid there will be sequelae.

"Cough cough... Bah!" Tang Su coughed twice, spat out the bloody froth in his mouth, slowly took out the pills he had just fed to Su Changliu, stuffed one into his mouth, and stuffed another one into Su Changliu's mouth. stay long.

Tang Su patted a few blood-stopping acupuncture points on Su Changliu's body, and pressed the wound tightly, carefully cut Su Changliu's back clothes, and hastily sprinkled some golden sore medicine for temporary treatment.

It took Su Chang a long time to regain his senses. Looking at Tang Su who was covered in bruises, he said weakly, "Your injury..."

"Such a small injury is not a problem, I'm used to it, but Qingyan, you have never suffered such a serious trauma, please sit down for me." Tang Su spoke very fast, and only after he had treated Su Changliu's wound He hastily treated his injuries, picked up the dagger again after regaining some strength, and tensed his nerves to be on guard beside Su Changliu.

Among the elders of the Wulin League, only Elder Baibeard is left, three of them died at the hands of Ren Yun, one was killed by Cui Zhu, and the other was severely injured by Tang Su, who was unable to act.

There were dozens of dead soldiers left, and they were cautiously approaching Tang Su and Su Changliu step by step, slowly tightening the encirclement.

Ren Yun was already exhausted, and it was difficult to even move.

The white-bearded elder and Cui Zhu were inseparable. Cui Zhu wanted to go to Su Changliu's side, but the white-bearded elder understood his thoughts and stepped up his offensive. While wanting to kill Cui Zhu, he did not let him He has a half chance.

Fang Wenrui's martial arts are weird, but Luo Diheng is not easy to deal with, and Fang Wenrui's poison is mostly avoided by him. Even if Fang Wenrui has the upper hand, it is difficult to free up his hand to protect Su Changliu for a while.

The night has completely fallen, the sky and the earth are dark, and there is not a single light in Sujiazhuang today.

Tang Su moved first, and cut the throat of the nearest dead man with a single knife. The blood sprayed into a blood mist, staining half of Tang Su's face red. Under the cover of the night, Tang Su relied on a pair of eyes that could see in the night. Eyes, trying to protect Su Changliu and Su Yiyi who were behind him.

At the same time, Cui Zhu and the white-bearded elder both attacked, entrenched on one side, and were at a stalemate.

It took a long time for the white-bearded elder to get used to the night, looking into Cui Zhu's eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

In Cui Zhu's starry eyes, there was a bit of animal-like fluorescence faintly, mixed with killing intent and evil spirit rolling like black clouds, which made people shudder.

How could this junior have such a strong evil spirit!It was actually a bit heavier than the devil's evil spirit!

What are the guys out there doing?Why haven't you come in for support for so long!

The white-bearded elder shook his head, and caught the sharp sound of piercing the sky in his ears, and instinctively swayed to the side, a gun flew past the side of the white-bearded elder's ear, nailed into the ground, the barrel of the gun was still trembling, and a figure Already flying over with the gun, the white-bearded elder controlled Qi in his hands, four palms joined each other, and there was a cracking sound when the internal energy collided.

Tang Su tried his best to kill the three dead men, and his body seemed to be exhausted. The hand holding the knife trembled uncontrollably. Su Yiyi, who had already been pale from fright, tightly grabbed Su Changliu's sleeve Unconvinced, trembling hid in Su Changliu's arms.

Seeing that Tang Su was about to be unable to hold on, a figure fell like a proud crane. Before the crane landed, there was only the buzzing sound of a long sword unsheathed, and a sword aura whizzed past like a crescent moon. Qi Qi, a dead soldier, had his head cut off.

The Kunlun School's unique learning, Heluo.

Tang Su was overjoyed: "I know you!"

"En." Liu Jun responded lightly and signaled that it was him. He was still wearing the black and white Taoist robe when he left, with an expression as cold as ice, but his eyes were beating with anger. Su Changliu and Tang Su's dead soldiers were all killed.

And Tang Su and the others' long-awaited eagle whistle finally sounded over Sujiazhuang.

"Teacher, be careful." Another Taoist in white landed beside Liu Junze lightly, looking calm and breezy, looking at the scattered corpses and several scarred people on the ground, he didn't show the slightest disturbance, just When he glanced at Tang Su and Su Changliu, he was slightly startled, and then he walked over as if he couldn't see the bloody corpses around him, squatted down and wiped the blood on Tang Su's face with his hand, and looked carefully. Seeing that he chuckled and said something very softly, but no one heard him, then the Daoist poured a soft and extremely gentle Qi into Tang Su's body to protect Tang Su's heart veins.

Ren Yun managed to regain some strength, and stumbled towards him. The people of the Wulin League were more difficult to deal with than he imagined, and there was a lot of error between his estimate of the dead and the actual situation, which made him careless On the ancestors.

"Leader, can you explain to us?" The Daozi hugged Su Yiyi in Su Changliu's arms, calmed down the little girl's emotions with gentle words, looked at Luo Diheng who was in a stalemate with Fang Wenrui, and smiled.

Mo Chisheng's eagle landed on the only open space in the courtyard. Besides Mo Chisheng, there were two other people on it, one was the Supreme Elder of Qingmo Palace, and the other was the head of Guan Shantang.

Both are hard to mess with guys.

I don't know what method Mo Chisheng used to get these two people here.

"Little ancestor?" Ren Yun called out in a low voice, but Tang Su didn't respond at all. He still maintained that half-kneeling posture, as if he was going to explode at any moment. Ren Yun panicked and hurried to feel Tang Su's pulse. At first he breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately his pulse was still there, but after a while his face sank.

Not to mention the heart vessels are disturbed by the internal force, even the internal breath in the meridians...

Fortunately, he took the medicine in time to hang his life.

Ren Yun immediately put the fainted Tang Su into a cross-legged sitting position, transported his only internal energy slowly into Tang Su's body, and carefully soothed the chaotic qi in Tang Su's body.

After Luo Diheng saw who was coming, he slowly put away his offensive.

Seeing this, Fang Wenrui also smiled to restrain his evil spirit.

Cui Zhu was still holding his gun, the tip of the gun was less than three inches away from the white-bearded elder's brow, he was stopped by the white-bearded elder vigorously, he couldn't stand still, the Supreme Elder of Qingmo Palace had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and smiled Zhao Huali relieved the confrontation between the two, stopped in front of the two and said: "What are you doing fighting and killing, don't be so angry."

Mo Chisheng hurriedly ran to Tang Su's side, seeing the large and small wounds on Tang Su's body, his complexion turned dark immediately, seeing Ren Yun recuperating Tang Su's internal energy, his complexion improved a little, but when he turned his head, Seeing the pale Su Changliu again, he wished he could strangle these two bastards to death on the spot.

Mo Chisheng scolded Tang Su and Su Changliu angrily, took out a needle pack from his medicine box and gave Su Changliu a few acupuncture points to prick gently. The semi-conscious Su Changliu got up, and when he saw the gap behind him, Mo Chisheng's face was so dark that water dripped out, and he yelled at him regardless of his image: "Su Changliu, is there something wrong with your fucking brain! Tian is just playing with Tang Su?! Have you been stuffed into your mind?!"

Su Changliu was finally sobered up by this scolding, and said with a smile, "Isn't it all right?"

Mo Chisheng was even more angry, and carried Su Changliu into the Linzhu Hall cursing, went around behind the screen to find the soft bed, placed Su Changliu in place, and began to treat the wound.

Liu Jun searched around the Su Mansion, found many maids and guards who were imprisoned by the Wulin League, and released them.

These maidservants are all ordinary people. They were so frightened when they saw so many dead people. Lanterns were lit near the hall.

The long candle flame danced in the glazed lamp, becoming the only light in this dark Sujiazhuang.

"I have to save people first, everyone has something to say later." Mo Chisheng's face is stinky now, and his tone is naturally not much better. He ordered a few servants who can still do things to decoct the medicine, and the medicine is naturally Don't worry, Su Changliu is bedridden all year round, and the pharmacy in Su's mansion will never lack any medicinal materials.

The Taoist sat on the side indifferently, while Liu Jun quietly supported Tang Su to lie down on a soft blanket. Mo Chisheng didn't even look at these old monsters, and quickly cut off Tang Su's clothes and ripped him off. It was clean, a few deep wounds were sewn up, and the medicine was applied and bandaged in one go.

Ren Yun asked Mo Chisheng for two bottles of wound medicine, took off his blood-stained clothes to reveal his strong body, and handled the wound skillfully.

A servant came over with medicine, Mo Chisheng took the medicine bowl and blew on it, opened Tang Su's mouth and poured it viciously.

That expression of wanting to choke Tang Su to death seemed to have some deep hatred.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough!" Tang Su was woken up by choking, looked at Mo Chisheng blankly for a long time before recovering, and said with a smile, "Hey, Zipei you... woo!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Seeing that the bastard woke up, Mo Chisheng was even more rude. He pinched Tang Su's jaw and poured the weird medicinal juice into Tang Su's mouth, forcing Tang Su to swallow it. "Drink it up!"

Tang Su's eyes were red from choking on the bitter and spicy concoction, and he was forced to swallow most of the concoction. It wasn't until Mo Chisheng finished drinking and took away the bowl that he had no time to cough until he died.

Ren Yun hurried over, helping Tang Su with a pat on the back helplessly.

Mo Chisheng is a typical knife-mouthed bean curd heart. When did he treat Tang Su and the others without wishing to kill them?

But every time, he tried his best to pull them back from the gate of hell.

Mo Chisheng treated Bai Qi's injury again, fed medicine to Su Changliu, and helped Su Changliu heal his injured left hand. Then he walked back to the Linzhu Hall before a group of people with different thoughts, and said with a smile: " The Martial Arts League suddenly attacked Sujiazhuang, and there are dead soldiers and elders. May I ask what happened? It's time for an explanation."

"Sujiazhuang is just guilty, and the Wulin League is just following the rules." The white-bearded elder said coldly after treating the wound.

Mo Chisheng laughed and said, "That's weird. You keep saying that Sujiazhuang is guilty. Where's the evidence?"

The white-bearded elder said: "Of course the Martial Arts League will only act when it has the evidence."

"Oh?" The Supreme Elder of Qingmo Palace raised his eyebrows with interest, "I also want to know that we were fine before we left, and the Martial Arts League will protect Young Master Su under the threat of Tang Su. It's the opposite, the Martial Arts Alliance is fighting against the Su Family Village, but Tang Su is actually protecting the Su Family Village, what is the mystery behind this?"

The white-bearded elder explained the whole story in detail, and incidentally mentioned that Su Changliu and Tang Su colluded to disrupt the martial arts.

Tang Su really didn't have the strength to fight him now, so he could only roll his eyes to express his dissatisfaction.

Can his grandma blame me for everything...

"..." Mo Chisheng pondered for a moment, then said with a smile, "I wonder where Second Young Master Su was taken by the Martial Arts League?"

"Oh, I know that..." Tang Su lazily replied, pouted to one side, the bound boy had a few sharp darts nailed to his chest, and fell to the ground, dying beyond death.

Luo Diheng's eyelids twitched, and he rubbed his temples tiredly.

"Because it's a fake," Tang Su said lazily before the white-bearded elder shouted angrily, "The disguise technique is too bad."

The elder of the Qingmo Palace walked over with great interest, touched and touched the face of the Second Young Master Su, but he couldn't find any traces of disguise, looked at Tang Su and said with a smile: "Why can't the old man see that it is Disguise?"

"..." I was so tired that I didn't want to talk, Tang Su yawned lazily, smacked his lips and was about to explain, when a voice with the unique bright taste of a teenager came——

"Damn, what's going on? So many corpses!"

Then, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps, there were roughly dozens of people, and the maid's joyful voice could be faintly heard outside.

A boy who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old broke into the Linzhu Hall. This boy had a pair of beautiful eyes like stars, and his light wheat-colored skin looked a little healthier than Su Changliu. He carried a guqin on his back and wore a In a light gown with crimson arrow sleeves, her hair did not reach the crown, but was only tied up with a headband. A few strands of black hair were curled up at her temples, looking at a group of strangers in the Linzhu Hall for a while, and then a cold light flashed in her eyes , the guqin flipped into his hands, his slender fingers pressed the trembling strings, and said coldly: "Who are you! Where is my elder brother?!"

"Amo," Tang Su smiled when he saw the person coming, "Your elder brother is inside." Tang Su pointed to the screen.

"Brother Su?" Su Linmo said in astonishment when he saw the scarred Tang Su hiding in the dark, and hurried around behind the screen.

Seeing the white-bearded elder's complexion suddenly turned ugly, Tang Su laughed, and said slowly, "So, it's a fake, what the hell are you guys trying to do in the Wulin League?"

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