A pure black Land Rover Defender broke through the vast rain curtain, and the rapid drive made the specially modified beast burst into bursts of steam the moment it stopped, as if the raindrops would evaporate instantly when they hit the hood.

It was not someone else who was driving, it was the huge Tang Baichuan, although the space of this Land Rover Defender was spacious enough, but because his figure was too huge, the entire driver's seat was stuffed to the brim.

After stopping the car in front of Wuxing, Tang Baichuan looked at Ah Bin, who was still in a coma, and his entire skin had turned blood-red, and couldn't help but say: "I said ancestor, you can hold on, if you die, the old man can pick my skin." ”

As he spoke, he got out of the car extremely awkwardly, and then picked up Abin, who was like a toy to him, and strode into the martial arts under the pouring rain.

The cold rain hit his body, but Tang Baichuan felt that the young man in his arms was as hot as a briquette, which made him wonder very much, but he knew very well that it was not good to burn like this, this was not something that the human body could bear, so he couldn't help but speed up his steps.

Directly knocked open the gate of Wuxing, and the two men who were leaning against the door and smoking were about to block it, but when they saw the person clearly, they couldn't help but immediately get out of the way.

Where did Tang Baichuan, who was in a hurry, have time to explain, strode across the courtyard, followed the corridor next to the martial hall to the inconspicuous room in the depths, put down the young man and knocked on the door.

The door was opened the next moment, and it was Liu Aoyang who opened the door, he was about to reprimand Tang Baichuan who knocked on the door lightly and heavily, but when he saw the young man covered in blood, he immediately said to Tang Baichuan: "Put him in the martial arts hall and wait for me to pass." ”

"Okay. Tang Baichuan said, once again carrying Abin and striding away, and Liu Aoyang also rushed into the room, as if preparing something.

Tang Baichuan came to the martial arts hall, took Abin to the ground, and as soon as he turned around, he met the cheongsam woman who did not have any footsteps, the woman noticed the young man lying on the ground who was uncertain about life and death, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, the peach blossom eyes slowly narrowed, and said to Tang Baichuan, who was drenched: "What happened?"

Tang Baichuan scratched his head, feeling that he really couldn't explain what had just happened for a while, and at this moment, Liu Aoyang, who was in the wind under his feet, had already crossed the threshold of the martial arts, he held a small medicine bottle in his hand, walked in front of Ah Bin, looked at Ah Bin's reddened skin carefully, and leaned over to check Ah Bin's pulse.

"Still stunned, doing things. The woman glared at Tang Baichuan, who was standing stupidly, and said.

Tang Baichuan was stunned, immediately knelt down to help Ah Bin, and then said with an aggrieved face: "Old man, when I arrived, he became like this. ”

Liu Aoyang's expression couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, after finishing Ah Bin's pulse, he poured out a pill from the medicine bottle, and then fed Ah Bin directly, and then his face was a little more murderous, he got up and said, "Who did he fight with?"

At this moment, the woman had already put a few chairs in a row, so that the young man would not be lying on the ground all the time, while Tang Baichuan carried the young man who was still unconscious, put it on these chairs, and said with a bitter face: "Guo family, I have met the leader once in a while, his name is Guo Qihu." ”

When Liu Aoyang heard this, he frowned slightly, walked up to the young man with his hands behind his back, looked at Ah Bin's breathing that gradually stabilized, and continued: "Tell me everything you know." ”

Tang Baichuan was not ambiguous, so he told Liu Aoyang what he saw and heard from the small hotel.

Liu Aoyang listened, his expression became heavier and heavier, he looked at this young man like this, thinking about what happened, let the Guo family rush to kill like this, maybe there is no need to wait for this young man to wake up, someone will call, Liu Aoyang put his hands behind his back, shook his head slightly, and secretly sighed that he was still placed by Guo Ye's gun.

"What the hell is going on with this young man?" Tang Baichuan couldn't help asking, he held back this question for a long time.

"Drunk three hands. Liu Aoyang spit out three words, but Tang Baichuan's eyes widened, and he gradually understood why Liu Aoyang asked him to pick up this young man in person, drunk three hands are the Liu family's things, and they are so precious that Liu Aoyang would rather take them to the coffin than spread them, and this young man is actually drunk with three hands, which is enough to show what kind of relationship he has with the Liu family.

Although Tang Baichuan's mind was not clever, he could still understand these obvious things, and he did not continue to ask, but just looked at Ah Bin, whose expression was slowly no longer painful.

"Do you know why I never pass on the drunken three hands?" Maybe it was seeing the young man who was flushed, Liu Aoyang had a feeling in his heart, as if he had been opened up to remember, and said with a hunched waist.

The woman's expression was a little subtle, because she had been with Liu Aoyang for eight years, and this was the first time she had seen Liu Aoyang take the initiative to mention the matter of drunken three hands, maybe because of this young man, or something, maybe it was because of the old man who had experienced too many stories in his life for too long.

Tang Baichuan, who has always been thick and often scolded by Liu Aoyang as a stupid donkey, held his breath and waited for Liu Aoyang to speak with a look of authenticity, this is a rare scene in his life.

In the martial arts, there are only four people, and one of them has fallen into a coma, so there are only three people in the full fight, Liu Aoyang pointed at the young man and said: "This is the reason why I don't want to let the drunken three hands pass on again, do you know, what kind of price does it take to learn this drunken three hands?"

"I've heard a little bit about black withered grass, but that's just hearsay. Tang Baichuan said.

Liu Aoyang nodded slightly and said: "Black withered grass, there is such a medicine, but this is a poison, only the body that has been tempered countless times can withstand this strong medicine, there is never a thing in this world for no reason, how much you want to get, how much you need to pay..."

Liu Aoyang said slowly, he stretched out his calloused hand, and looked at it like this, as if he remembered such a past from it, the man who broke through the swallow pass with two wine jugs, his son who died of drunken third hands, since that moment, he made up his mind that he would never let this thing at the cost of overdrawing his life pass on, even if this drunken three-handed cultivation to the extreme can cut everything, but the price that needs to be paid is too tragic.

Even though seventy years have passed, Liu Aoyang now recalls the burning feeling he had when he first came into contact with this black withered grass, as if everything happened yesterday, it was a pain that would not fade away in time, at least Liu Aoyang thought so.

If he did it all over again, Liu Aoyang thought that he would never survive that kind of pain, even if he had a will like steel, but that burning sensation that was better than death made a person who was not afraid of life and death tremble.

He had seen the drunken three hands spread throughout the capital in the most glorious way, and he had also seen too many people die in this kind of torture, this scale was absolutely tilted, but this did not seem to prevent those ambitious martial artists from embarking on such a road of no return.

Liu Aoyang sighed, trying to let himself out of that tragic memory.

Seeing this kind of red again, such a young man, this made him have to think of that night, it was also such a downpour, but unfortunately, that child did not survive that night, this is Liu Aoyang's past nightmare, guilt, self-blame, hatred, is the second half of this martial artist who stood at the apex of the capital.