first sent out the nameless sword intent, and then sent out the fire sword intent, the two major sword intents came out together, and Lu Zili died tragically on the spot. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wu Ming gasped slightly, running and releasing his sword intent continuously, making his physical strength a little exhausted.

It feels strange to kill someone for the first time.

Wu Ming thinks that he is also a person who is used to seeing blood, but killing people with a knife and killing with his own hands cannot be generalized, at least looking at the corpse of Lu Zili who died under his sword intent, he felt a feeling of vomiting in his heart for no reason, fortunately, Lu Zili was directly killed by him with sword intent two or three meters away, and the blood splashed did not get on his body, otherwise Wu Ming would really vomit out.

Enduring the discomfort, he picked up the magic weapon dagger on the ground, wiped the blood on the dagger with Lu Zili's clothes, and then pinned it to his waist and made a pair with the jade plate.

The three books hidden in the coat were stained with a lot of sweat because of a fierce battle, and the wrinkles were a little bad, Wu Ming took out the three books and put them neatly, directly clamped them under his armpits, and saved them from being damaged by putting them in his jacket again.

searched Lu Zili's clothes again, and made sure that he didn't have any useful exercises and elixirs on him, and the only thing left was to dispose of Lu Zili's body.

Normally, killing someone next to this kind of desolate mountain forest with no one and digging a pit and burying it would be over, but Wu Ming can't wait to return home now and have a good meal of rice. God is pitiful, he hasn't eaten for a day and encounters this kind of physical work, his stomach is rumbling with hunger, where is the strength to dig a pit and bury people here? Besides, the battle just now used up most of his physical strength, and it would be nice to be able to stand now.

Fortunately, at this time, Qiu Rong and the three of them arrived just in time, and when they saw the scene in front of them, the three of them stood in place with wide eyes, neither retreating nor retreating, they couldn't imagine how long it took for Lu Zili to be killed by Wu Ming!

It's a pity that the three of them were frightened by Wu Ming's methods before, and now that they saw that Lu Zili, a genuine monk, had died tragically under Wu Ming's hands, they were even more afraid of him, and they had no intention of coming up to arrest him. Otherwise, with Wu Ming's current physical strength, an ordinary teenager of the same age could capture him alive.

Wu Ming was also bold, and when he saw that the three of them were bluffed by himself, he raised his hand to signal them to come over, pointed to Lu Zili's corpse and said, "The people you brought, deal with them yourself." ”

Qiu Rong suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, and they had been dealing with the aftermath for a long time. However, he is also a person with eyes, and he knows that he can't help Wu Ming today, plus Lu Zili is not from the Mei family but someone called by Hou Jie, and he has no friendship with them, so he can't go to fight with Wu Ming in order to avenge him, so he nodded and agreed.

The three of them found some suitable stones to make tools, found a soft place nearby, and began to dig a pit together, how did they know that now any person who came could easily put down Wu Ming, who seemed to be standing on the side.

Wu Ming watched from the side for a while, and found that there was nothing left of him, and his strength had recovered a little, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

Behind him, Qiu Rong asked with a little doubt: "Why don't you kill us?" ”

He knew that since the young man in front of him had the means to kill the monks, he had even more ways to kill the three of them easily.

Wu Ming turned his head and glanced at him, and said in his heart, "I still have the strength to kill early", but his mouth was perfunctory: "Ben Shao is only fourteen years old, does he look like a murderous person?" ”

“……”

Qiu Rong smiled bitterly, if you are an opponent with someone like Wu Ming, you will subconsciously ignore his age, and it is only now that he remembers that the young man in front of him who knows everything in formation, swordsmanship, and soul art is only fourteen years old.

Looking at Wu Ming's distant figure, obviously in the prime of life, Qiu Rong felt that he had aged a lot for a moment, he sighed, and continued to dig the soil pit.

Next to him, a guard asked with some hesitation: "Boss, the mission failed, what should I do next?" Will you go back and report to the world? ”

"Tell the bart!" Qiu Rong glared at him, slapped the young guard's head, and scolded, "What the hell do you look like a pig's brain, and you still want to go back?" The next time the prince asks us to deal with this kid, shall we go or not? The first time someone spares you, there may not be a second time, a third time, you know? ”

"Oh." The guard covered the beaten head with a look of grievance, and then asked puzzledly, "Then what should we do next?" ”

Qiu Rong glanced at Lu Zili's corpse next to him: "Bury the person first, and then ...... Let's go back to the guard directly, these rich and noble children are intriguing in the sect, what do we soldiers do, let them fight, we have someone to take over from us to protect the son. ”

Qiu Rong paused, and suddenly felt a little excited, looking at the direction in which Wu Ming was walking, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "...... Wu family's concubine, concubine, hehe......"

A gust of cold wind blew across the mountain, making Wu Ming, who had taken off his coat, sneez, he clamped the two books between his elbows, and came to the door of the house in the sect, and as soon as he entered the entrance, he heard a familiar laughter coming from the house, accompanied by a few unfamiliar conversations. You don't have to think about it, you know that Feng Jingyu's guy is here, and he brought someone here.

Pushing open the door, sure enough, there were four young people sitting in the main hall, three men and one woman, chatting happily, and the one who spoke the loudest was his good cousin Feng Jingyu.

As soon as Wu Ming entered the door, the sound of chatting in the house suddenly stopped, and the four of them turned their heads to look at him together. Wu Ming pretended that nothing had happened, walked in by himself, hung up the jacket, put the three books in the bookcase in the bedroom, changed into clean and sweat-free clothes, and then went straight to the kitchen. Washing rice, washing vegetables, filling firewood, setting up a pot of boiling, and after a while, a pot of rice, two dishes and one soup was prepared.

Except for Feng Jingyu, the three strangers looked at him with strange eyes, the master who suddenly broke in and didn't say a word and only cared about eating.

"Go on, don't worry about me."

Wu Ming took a few more mouthfuls of rice into his mouth before he puffed out his cheeks and spoke.

The three of them were speechless, and the owner of the house was eating next to them, how could people be embarrassed to talk? However, they saw that Wu Ming ate one bite at a time, and it was not good to disturb Wu Ming's interest, so they all sat there and did not speak, just waiting for Wu Ming to finish eating.

Wu Ming was really hungry, and he ate three bowls of rice in a row to fill his stomach a little, and this meal took more than a quarter of an hour.

During the time of waiting, Wu Ming was also silently looking at the three strangers.

Among the three, sitting on the east chair was a man with a slender face, dressed in a purple long-sleeved brocade robe, with a co-ordination shirt on the outside, with long hair combed into a hanging bun, tied behind his head with colored threads, sitting upright, with his hands in front of his knees, both etiquette and speech were in place. Wu Ming only glanced at it, and came to the conclusion that this person was the head of the four, not only that, but he was also the oldest of the few, looking like he was twenty-three or four years old, and he must be a senior brother with deep qualifications.

Among the two men sitting beside him, one man was Wu Ming's cousin Feng Jingyu, and the other man was of medium height, wearing a simple tie clothes, with thick eyebrows and a round face, and he was born a little naïve, but he was about seventeen or eighteen years old. This person barely spoke much during the previous conversation, and occasionally said a word, and he also echoed the senior brother.

The rest of the woman is the youngest of the three strangers, she looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, her skin is white and tender, her eyebrows are long and her eyes are thin, like clear water lotus leaves, she is bright and moving without powder, but she is a beauty who is one in a hundred.

After looking at it like this, Wu Ming suddenly found that in terms of age, he and Feng Jingyu were actually the youngest of the five.

After looking at a few people, his meal had just finished, and when he put down the dishes and chopsticks, Wu Ming coughed and looked at Feng Jingyu. Seeing this, Feng Jingyu hurriedly stepped forward and told Wu Ming about the identities of several people with a smile.

It turned out that these three people were the senior brothers and sisters that Feng Jingyu met in the Huayuan lineage during this time: the person who sat on the chairman was the largest, and he was a third-generation true disciple named Lu Bingyun; The round-faced man beside him was named Yue Han, and the beautiful woman was named Yin Chudie. These two people are newcomers who have just entered the sect like Feng and Wu, but they have been in the sect for more than ten days early, so Feng Jingyu still has to call the two senior brothers and sisters according to their seniority.

The three of them may have heard Feng Jingyu mention Wu Ming early on, so they didn't take the initiative to ask his name, but just looked him up and down.

"You are Wu Ming? Senior Brother Feng's uncle? ”

After looking at it for a long time, Lu Bingyun, who was sitting on the chairman, was the first to speak, his voice was very calm, obviously not very old, but it gave people a sense of majesty when an elder spoke. However, all the cultivation sects attach great importance to seniority, and seniority is determined by the realm of cultivation. Lu Bingyungui is a disciple of three generations, and his cultivation has a realm of Tongmai, where would he put a group of fourth-generation disciples in his eyes? Once a person has this kind of arrogant mentality, his demeanor will naturally reveal a sense of authority.

It's just that for his arrogant momentum, the two rookie disciples next to him still like it very much. That Yue Han looked naïve, looking at Lu Bingyun with respect in his expression, and as for the girl named Yin Chudie, her cheeks were flushed, obviously with a little admiration for this handsome and powerful senior brother.

"Exactly down there." Wu Ming is different from Lu Bingyun, and he speaks in a humble tone to anyone, which is the foundation he has cultivated as a national soldier of a country.

"You don't look very old, hey, how old are you?" The girl named Yin Chudie asked squeamishly, and her tone was not a little respectful.

Wu Ming frowned, seeing that this was a pampered girl since childhood, and he didn't care about her, and replied, "Fourteen." ”

"Haha, only fourteen? Feng Xiaozi, your uncle is younger than you, and he looks taller than you, I really can't see it. ”

The girl sighed, so ashamed that Feng Jingyu wanted to bury his head in the ground, he was born with stunted development, and he was shorter than a normal person, so he was naturally ashamed and embarrassed when he heard this, but he was cowardly and did not dare to refute it.

Wu Ming looked more and more strange, although Feng Jingyu was a little timid on weekdays, but he was not cowardly to this extent, and now he was ridiculed and was as docile as a sheep, which was a bit abnormal.

The girl was still laughing at Feng Jingyu with great interest, Lu Bingyun coughed on the side, and the girl immediately kept silent, well-behaved like a little rabbit. Lu Bingyun moistened his throat and said, "Well, listen to what Senior Brother Feng said, Senior Brother Wu Ming, although you are born weak and unable to practice, you have studied herbal medicine knowledge since you were a child, and you are a rare pharmacist?" ”

Lu Bingyun's question can make Wu Ming confused, when did he "study herbal knowledge since he was a child"? At this time, Wu Mingtian pretended to eat, drink and have fun, read dance texts and ink at night, where did he have time to study herbal knowledge, it really had to be related to flowers and plants, and the knowledge of studying sleeping flowers and willows was almost the same.

Wu Ming subconsciously looked at Feng Jingyu, but saw that Feng Jingyu was squeezing his eyebrows at him, and he was gesturing desperately, as if he wanted him to agree.

"This ...... Sort of. Although I don't understand how Feng Jingyu could make up a lie that is so easy to be exposed, who called him a cousin, Wu Ming can only help cover it up.

Besides, this is actually not a lie, in the previous life, "Zhuang Wudao" astronomy, geography, physiognomy and medicine were all excellent, really speaking, a "doctor" he Wu Ming is still worthy of it.

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