"Brother Liang..."When the girl saw Song Liang, she was stunned for a moment, and then rushed over and hugged Song Liang's waist tightly.

Song Liang grabbed her, and his arms were shaking. He stared at her with both eyes, looking up and down carefully before breathing a sigh of relief.

"Girl......" he muttered, but as if choked, there was no word to follow.

Just looking at her clear eyes, Song Liang already felt that most of the irritability and anger in his heart had disappeared. It's good if she's safe, it's safe......

Mu Xi appeared here, and there was no doubt that the owner of the Flying Tiger Village saved her. Song Liang looked sideways at the owner of the Flying Tiger Village and said in a deep voice.

"Thank you. ”

The owner of the Flying Tiger Village turned his head coldly and did not speak, but he also admitted it silently.

Mu Xi broke free from Song Liang's arms, ran to the side of the Flying Tiger Village Master, and handed over the bamboo basket in his hand.

"Brother Wei, this is the firefly you want. She smiled like a spring breeze, and whoever saw it was also happy.

The owner of the Flying Tiger Village raised his mouth, and did not pick up the thing, but just rubbed her head.

"The person you're looking for is here, go ahead. ”

When the words fell, he walked away like the wind.

There was a complicated look in Song Liang's eyes, and suddenly his body flashed towards the Flying Tiger Village Master.

A cool breeze blew on the back of the neck of the owner of the Flying Tiger Village, his back was stunned, and his body tensed. Suddenly turned around, his right arm seemed to have broken ten thousand catties, and he blocked down, forcing Song Liang's palm wind back in the direction.

Song Liang didn't stop, his body was short, he slid over, and suddenly caught the wind and jumped violently, as if he was going to catch the owner of the Flying Tiger Village off guard.

The main eyes of the Flying Tiger Village narrowed, his legs were separated, and he took a posture, once again dissolving Song Liang's moves. And Song Liang made another attempt, and finally stopped.

He withdrew his hand and stared at the Flying Tiger Village Master in the backlight with a complicated gaze.

"Fang Cai's hand was given by his teacher, although it was just a coincidence, I still call him a teacher. ”

Song Liang suddenly said these unrelated words, but the actions of the Flying Tiger Village Master were stiff.

Song Liang's eyes were filled with joy, and he was even more sure of something.

The owner of the Flying Tiger Village slowly straightened his clothes, as if to hide the abnormality of the moment just now.

"The moves are good, but the defeat is insensitive. ”

He straightened the collar of his cuffs and was about to leave.

When Song Liang saw his movements, he couldn't help but get anxious, and couldn't help shouting loudly: "Wei Yuanzheng!

The figure of the owner of the Flying Tiger Village froze again because of his shout, and this time, he recovered extremely quickly, almost fleeing in a hurry.

Song Liang had disappointment in his eyes, his palms clenched, and the words that came out of his mouth were a little decadent and incomprehensible and angry.

"The teacher is a general from the east, who has been fighting horses all his life and pacifying the war. The owner of the Flying Tiger Village is the descendant of his teacher, how can he be willing to tend to a mountain forest!"

The stone tablet in the remote corner of the courtyard was the general Wei Yuanzheng of Dongli! Only then did Song Liang realize that it was not whose name it was, but the title of his teacher. "Deputy General Wei Yuanzheng", the inscription on the stone tablet should be like this.

Thirteen years ago, Ah Niang fled with him from Xishu to Dongli, and when he met this Fencheng, he almost died of hunger, and Ah Niang contracted lung disease, and it was Vice General Wei who took action to settle everything for them.

Vice General Wei took in their mother and son, and invited the best doctor in the city to treat Ah Niang. During that time, he practiced martial arts with Vice General Wei. Later, A-Niang's condition improved, and Vice General Wei once again sent someone to escort them to the capital of Dongli and settle down.

He had just tried to test the master of the Flying Tiger Village, and he had learned it from Vice General Wei at the beginning. Sure enough, as he guessed, when the familiar body technique danced again, Song Liang knew. The owner of the Flying Tiger Village is the descendant of the original Vice General Wei.

Song Liang was a little angry, when Vice General Wei died on the battlefield, he was still young, and he couldn't even add a handful of new soil to his grave.

After that, he gradually grew up, and he also went around to find out if Vice General Wei still had any descendants, but there was no news anyway.

Today's trial made him understand that the Flying Tiger Village Master in front of him was the descendant of Vice General Wei.

It's not that he can't find out the news, but the other party is hiding in the mountains and doesn't want him to know at all.

Song Liang was a little annoyed, at the beginning, Vice General Wei was famous, and he was full of enthusiasm to defend the territory of Dongli. After the death of such a legendary general, his descendants were only willing to be a bandit village in a forest, which really did not make him understand, let alone accept.

That's why he rushed out in anger and said that questioning word, but he didn't regret saying it. He didn't want to see the mighty General Wei look like this after his death. Even if it is Vice General Wei, I am afraid he does not want to see such an ending.

He stared at the back of the Flying Tiger Village Master, as if it was burning a hole in his back.

The Flying Tiger Village Master stopped, and his back suddenly took on some gloom and ridicule. He had his back to Song Liang, so Song Liang couldn't see his expression and eyes.

"So what?"

Song Liang's eyes widened, he couldn't imagine that what he said was just a "so what".

So what? He is the son of a great general, how can he live alone in this mountain and a forest? So what? Shouldn't he inherit the legacy of Vice General Wei?

Song Liang remembered that Vice General Wei once said that in this life, he only wanted to ride horses on the territory and defend the prestige of Dongli. And after his death, what will his heirs do? Bandits in Zhanshan? No matter what his significance is to the people, how could General Wei wish his heirs to be what they are now!

But so what? He couldn't tell. The owner of the Flying Tiger Village, as the descendant of Deputy General Wei, didn't say anything, so what qualifications did he have as an outsider to say it?

After all, it is just the personal will of the owner of the Flying Tiger Village, even if he Song Liang is unwilling to accept it, he can't forcibly change his mind. However, he was so unwilling! He couldn't watch the figure he once admired now fall here.

Song Liang gritted his teeth and stared at the Flying Tiger Village Master until he slowly turned around. The man stood against the light, and the sun shone on his face, dazzling the eyes.

His mouth seemed to be curled with nothingness, like mockery, like complaint, and was speechless.

"Rong Ma has a lifetime, and he promises the country with his body, so what? It's just a theater of rabbits and foxes!"

His voice suddenly sharpened, as if he had hidden several flying knives and thrust them towards Song Liang.

is a good horse all his life, fighting on the battlefield, and in the end it is not the end of the cunning rabbit and the death of the lackey!

There was a mist in his eyes, as if he was unwilling to break through the misty diffraction that made him tremble in pain.

Song Liang was speechless for a while, looking at him blankly, a little unsure of what this sudden resentment and indignation was.

Why did he say that?