"The immortal master spares his life, the immortal master spares his life!" the man who was restrained by the tornado straightened up, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, begging for mercy from a young man wearing a hat in the pergola. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The big man in red, the fingers of his left hand were continuously dotted on the four big points of "Tianquan", "Tianfu", "Yuji", and "Shaohai" on his right shoulder, and the blood in Shaoqing's right hand could be stopped. That big man seems to be a ruthless character who has been on the battlefield for a long time and often licks blood from the knife. I saw that it took out a bottle of Jinchuang medicine from its bosom with its left hand, opened its mouth and bit off the cork at the mouth of the bottle, and then poured the medicine powder on the wound in one go. By the end of all this, his face was bloodless, and he had rolled over and fainted.

At this moment, the situation in the pergola is really laughing and crying, an old man is paralyzed on the ground, looking around in disbelief. The two men were strangely bound by two whirlwinds, hanging in the air, unable to move. The brave man fainted to death on the spot, and the mysterious young man was already stunned, standing stupidly outside the pergola. The tense situation that had been tense was now awkward and cold. At this time, the only young man in the pergola, who was still leisurely drinking a little wine, slowly stood up.

I saw his right hand pointing at the two men in mid-air and saying "loose". The whirlwind on the two men dissipated out of thin air. The two men suddenly fell from mid-air, and the height was enough to be more than a foot high, which was really enough for these two to bear. The two men had not rubbed their buttocks, and immediately turned over and knelt down after falling, and begged incessantly: "The immortal master spares his life, the immortal master spares his life, I don't know the great immortal with my eyes, and I have committed a big taboo, and the crime deserves death! These words were full of tears, and he couldn't stop kowtowing after speaking.

The cloaked young man stretched out his hand and gently held the two men, and the two men could no longer worship. I heard the young man say, "You don't have to be like this, I have no grievances with you, so I will not kill you." I listened to you just now, as if you were from the court. Since it is a tolerance, I should not have cared about this idle matter, but I saw that you were acting too hot, and you would take people's lives at every turn, so I took a slight punishment. Okay, since these two are immigrants from the previous dynasty, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, now you pack up your bedding and leave early, don't provoke me, and then ...... Humph......"

The two men didn't understand the reason, so they immediately picked up their packages, came to the big man in red, and set up the big man one by one, and quickly left in the direction of the ferry.

Watching the figures of the big men in red gradually fade away, the young man took off his cloak, revealing a delicate but resolute face. This young man is our protagonist Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng stood up, tidied up his clothes slightly, and was about to leave. At this moment, only a faint cry could be heard.

"Little Immortal Master, please stay, little old man has something to say!" Jiang Feng couldn't help but stop when he took the step he had just taken, and he turned his head to see that it was the storyteller who opened his mouth to call at him.

Jiang Feng said: "Uncle, your crisis has been resolved, and I have important matters. Could it be that you still have any difficulties?"

The storyteller said: "Little Immortal Master, listen to me, I can see that Your Excellency is an immortal cultivator, don't hide it from Your Excellency, I am originally the Scripture and History Chair of Zhengyang Pavilion of Baiding Mountain. ”

"Zhengyang Pavilion!" Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart when he heard this name, and then asked: "What Your Excellency said is the famous Confucian Immortal Cultivator in Baiding Mountain, Zhengyang Pavilion!

"Little brother, you read that right, the old man is indeed a mortal, but that Zhengyang Pavilion is indeed an immortal cultivation sect. It's just that Confucianism is different from Taoism, Buddhism, Demonism, and Ghost Taoism. Therefore, the Confucian monks did not live in seclusion in the mountains and practice asceticism alone, but actively born and did good to the world. The old man studied for a few more years and was invited to be a chair by Zhengyang Pavilion. ”

"I see, it's disrespectful. After Jiang Feng heard this, he hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted.

At this time, the young man outside the shed also walked in, he first saluted Jiang Feng, and then walked behind the old man and gently helped him up.

The storyteller nodded at Jiang Feng and said, "Little brother doesn't need to be polite, I should have thanked him for the life-saving grace just now, but I just ..... cough cough cough cough ...... Seriously injured, but afraid of his life soon. At this time, the storyteller stiffened up, and the remaining right hand grabbed Jiang Feng's arm, his eyes full of pleading.

"Little brother, I am seriously injured, my life is not long, I only ask you for one thing before I die, this is the little apprentice Yi Xuan, I think you also heard our conversation just now, she is the beloved daughter of the first emperor, that day Jing was forced, Li Tianyi and the ghost sect destroyed the first emperor's family. Elder Zhengyang Pavilion sacrificed his life to resist the enemy in exchange for our two lives. Yi Yu has a heavenly spirit root, and the ghost sect is afraid that my Zhengyang Pavilion will recruit her to help Li Tianyi raise troops. Alas..... The country hates the family and the family! Little brother, you must send her to Zhengyang Pavilion. Speaking of this, the storyteller was already excited, as if Jiang Feng didn't agree, he would not blink his eyes and turn into a ghost to haunt him for the rest of his life.

Jiang Feng also had a lot of hesitation in his heart at this time, there were tens of thousands of miles to go to Baiding Mountain, if he traveled alone, in the case of performing the wind control technique, it would only take a month to arrive. But if you bring this mortal princess, it will take at least three more months, and this little girl is involved in the battle between the two major sects of Zhengyang Pavilion and the Devil Sect, and she is rashly involved, I am afraid that it is not a wise move.

At this moment, the storyteller coughed violently, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, only to see his face like ashes, obviously just now the man in red not only broke his shoulder bone, but also shattered his heart. The storyteller didn't speak, his eyes were just full of expectation, staring at Jiang Feng deadly. Jiang Feng couldn't bear it when he saw it, so he couldn't help but nodded.

Seeing Jiang Feng nodded, the storyteller smiled slightly, exhaled a long breath, and slowly closed his eyes. At this time, Na Yi Yu and Jiang Feng both discovered that the storyteller was wrong, and hurriedly wanted to rescue, but unfortunately it was too late. He is old, and although he didn't really grasp the grasp just now, his internal strength has arrived. At this time, internal and external injuries converged, and he could no longer support it, and he was dying.

When Yi Yu saw the teacher's death, she was very sad in her heart and hid her face and cried bitterly. In the past three years, the storyteller was a father even if he was a teacher, and he took him to hide in Tibet, if it weren't for his care, he would have died a long time ago. Now that yin and yang are separated, she is grief-stricken.

Jiang Feng just stood silently at this time, waiting for Yi Yu to cry a cup of tea before he said out loud: "The deceased has passed away, what you have to do now is to cultivate supernatural powers as soon as possible, the hatred of the country and the family are tied to you alone, if you don't want your teacher to die in vain, just leave with me earlier!"

Yi Yu is also a decisive person, she understands Jiang Feng's truth, she stood up and said: "Thank you for your help, but the teacher treats me like a father, although I can't let him be buried in a grand way, but I can't let him be buried in the wilderness, let me let him be buried in peace." ”

Jiang Feng nodded, and helped Yi Yu move the storyteller's body to a place where feng shui was in good shape, and Jiang Feng unleashed a fireball that blew a big hole in the ground and buried the storyteller.