In the meeting hall of Zilin Hall, the old man in black who had already woken up was kneeling in the middle, bowing his head and not saying a word.

Located in the first seat is a gray-clothed swordsman who looks no more than thirty years old, with a plain appearance, plain clothes, and even the sword at his waist gives people a sense of unpretentiousness, but it has a unique charm when you look closely. At this time, he stretched out his index finger expressionlessly and knocked on the table one by one, and the atmosphere was a little strangely calm.

At this moment, there seemed to be no one in the huge Purple Forest Hall, and it was silent. Even the jackdaws outside the house swept by, and they exploded in the house like a thousand thunderbolts.

The old man broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, this atmosphere did not last long, and was broken by the man sitting in the seat of the hall master.

He spoke softly and said, "Your Highness is very disappointed in you. ”

The old man kowtowed violently when he heard this, and said in a deep voice: "My subordinates are ashamed of their trust in His Highness, and they are willing to apologize with death!"

The man's voice was slightly dissatisfied: "Don't live and die as soon as you open your mouth, it's a big deal." If you don't do it well this time, you will do it next time, what good will it do me and Your Highness if you die. I know it every day, and it's very annoying, do you know? ”

The old man still clasped his head fiercely and did not speak.

The man in front of him seemed to have a gentle attitude and thought about him, but the old man clearly knew that the number of people who had died under his sword in the last two years alone was at least hundreds.

Half of them are their own family members who are not doing well.

The old man knew very clearly why His Highness sent the people in front of him to this Red Leaf Country.

It's a determination to get that thing, and it's a knock on him.

Because he is a first-class segment.

He is the lieutenant of the Great Yan Dynasty's Shence Army, and the Nine Realms Peak Sword Cultivation Section is first-class with brutality and ruthlessness that has terrified countless people.

Compared with this person's realm, his murderous and tyrannical nature should be the most frightening reason.

Legend has it that 50 years ago, in an attack on the border pass of the Pure Water Country, Duan Yiyi slaughtered a group of more than 700 cavalry of the enemy army, and put his head in a spear and hung it high in front of the two armies.

And even if he is extremely ruthless and violent to his own people, if his subordinates are unfavorable and delay the military situation, he will directly cut off his head with a sword and hang it in the middle of the camp, and the soldiers of the whole army dare not speak out.

But these are just a few of the countless deeds that Duan Yiyi has made.

is also like this, as long as someone can cut off the head of Duan Yiyi and take it to the Pure Water Country, at least it will be a reward for being a marquis and a reward of thousands of hectares of fertile land.

It's just that no one has ever been able to do it.

The old man didn't know what means His Highness had used to win this person over, but he knew one thing very well now.

From now on, his life is no longer his own.

Whether it is life or death is all under the words of this man.

Duan Yiyi stood up lightly and said to the old man, "Ji Cheng, you should be more than two hundred years old this year." ”

The old man clasped his head and replied, "Lord Hui, my subordinates are exactly two hundred and ten years old this year. ”

"Hmm. Duan Yiyi nodded, "No family teacher?"

The old man continued to reply: "The subordinates do things for His Highness, and these are all drags, and they can be regarded as alone. ”

Duan Yiyi nodded again, "It's still a conscientious dog, come on, it's not tired to kowtow." Get up and tell me what's going on on Broken Water Mountain. ”

When the old man heard this, he slowly got up tremblingly, and said respectfully: "Lord Yu, it was Tang Yu of Jiulongling who was protecting that kid, so we lost it." ”

Duan Yi frowned slightly, "That kid didn't die in Broken Water Mountain?"

The old man said respectfully: "My subordinates sent someone to check on him as soon as he woke up, and that kid is indeed not dead, and Haoran Qi has not returned to the temple. ”

Duan Yiyi nodded and continued: "That is to say, there is still a possibility of success. ”

The old man in black said in a deep voice: "That's right, but my subordinates are afraid that Tang Yu is still protecting that kid and misleading our affairs....."

Duan Yiyi waved his hand, "Don't worry, it's nonsense to say that you killed him, but it's not difficult to give him a serious injury." And according to Tang Yu's temperament, it is estimated that it is impossible to protect the kid named Ye Fan all the time, it is no big deal. ”

The old man bowed deeply and said, "This time there is an adult's move, and it is absolutely foolproof." ”

Duan Yiyi walked to the door of the lobby, put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "I don't bother to take care of these Zilin Hall wastes, and I don't need them to go out and do bad things." This time, you and I will go and move cleanly, and none of those people will be let go, understand?"

The old man said, "My subordinates understand. ”

Then he thought about it, and then asked again, "Excuse me, my lord, when will the two of us leave?"

Duan Yi rubbed the hilt of his sword, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "Now." ”

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Another night without incident.

The movements of the group seemed to be extremely fast and orderly, and it didn't take long to finish cleaning up, and after hastily eating breakfast, they hurried to their feet without much delay.

The little snake was dozing on Ye Fan's shoulder, listless.

Ye Fan suddenly thought of a question and asked curiously, "Little snake, are you a man or a woman?"

The little snake yawned and replied, "Of course, if it's fake, it's really not a real male snake." ”

Ye Fan was extremely surprised, "Then how can you still lay eggs?"

This time, it was the little snake's turn to be confused, "Hmm? I've never laid eggs, where did you hear this rumor?"

Ye Fan was even more puzzled when he heard this, what was going on?

Wei Cheng casually said to Ye Fan at this time: "A little snake is a little snake, don't think too much about the rest." ”

When Ye Fan heard this, he no longer had doubts.

After such a period of getting along day and night, Ye Fan seemed to have begun to believe Wei Cheng's words unconditionally.

Just as Wei Cheng would believe in him in the same way.

These are two equally kind and interesting people who attract trust to each other, and it can also be said that the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water.

This relationship is extremely fortunate for both of them.

It's just that Chen Qiaoqian's interest was not too high along the way, and her expression was extremely melancholy, but Wei Cheng didn't say anything in his eyes.

In the years he lived, he had seen too much about the affairs of men and women, and he couldn't afford to worry about it anymore.

Letting things go is the limit.

Fortunately, Chen Qiaoqian is a mature and knowledgeable woman, and she did not shout life and death to him, which saved the man a lot of heart.

But Wei Cheng estimated that he would never have thought that Chen Qiaoqian at this time had already begun to think about how to snatch someone from his wife.

A woman's mind has always been elusive.

The speed of progress of the people is not slow, and they can walk nearly a hundred miles in a day. Gu Liujiang is surrounded by dense forests, and a few people have been on guard for a long time for fear of another demon beast infesting, but there has been no major fork, even the weather is a sunny day, as if everyone's crisis has been all over in the first two days, and now it has reached the leisurely stage of peace.

In the past few days, every evening when it was time to rest, Zhongli would work hard with Ye Fan. The old man also learned the previous lesson, and every time he made a move, he had the spare strength to save the situation.

But even if Zhongli was a move, Ye Fan had a hard time dealing with it.

He finally knew how much of the oppression the other party gave him when facing a Six Realms sword cultivator.

It is precisely because of this that Ye Fan's swordsmanship is slowly but steadily rising.

Although he was sweating profusely after every sword test, and he didn't even want to move a finger, Ye Fan was extremely happy in his heart.

He could clearly feel his progress, and this sense of accomplishment brought the boy great satisfaction, and the physical fatigue was not enough.

Ye Fan was panting by the river, his whole body was wet with sweat, and his hands couldn't stop trembling, but he still stubbornly didn't put down the sword in his hand.

The old man walked up to Ye Fan and slashed at Ye Fan's shoulder with his hand as a blade.

The boy couldn't bear the strength, so he lay on the shore and lost the strength to get up.

Zhongli said softly: "Get up." ”

Ye Fan gritted his teeth tightly, supported his arms on the ground, and squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body before he barely got up.

But after standing up, his body still swayed as if he was drunk, and it seemed that he had reached his limit.

Zhongli nodded slightly, turned around and said, "I will go back with my sword in a while, and I will continue tomorrow with a weight of three hundred catties." ”

As soon as the words fell, the young man lay directly on the ground, panting to recover his strength, ignoring the river water splashing on his body.

By the time Ye Fan staggered back from walking five miles, everyone had already fallen asleep, leaving only Liu Dapeng alone to keep vigil by the fire.

When the man with the scar saw Ye Fan who was moving his steps with difficulty, he quickly got up and helped him to his side, and handed the young man a pill.

This is the Qingling Pill left by Chen's shopkeeper, the price is not high, but it is very effective in restoring physical strength and aura, and it can be said to be a must-have elixir for monks who go out to practice.

The old man specially instructed that he could only give him one when Ye Fan came back from outside, otherwise the training effect would be greatly reduced.

Liu Dapeng looked at the young man who had taken the pill, and asked with some curiosity: "Brother Ye Fan, if you have to practice swords like this every day in the future, can you still persevere?"

Ye Fan leaned on the iron box after eating the pill and said with a smile: "Actually, I don't know very well. But every time I fell down and felt that I really couldn't stand up, I would assume that my companions were around, and if I couldn't get up, they would be hurt, and I always got up when I thought about it. So if I think about it if I can't hold it anymore, I think about it, and I think about it, and I think I'll be able to persevere. ”

Liu Dapeng patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Is it really worth it?"

Ye Fan thought for a while, "In fact, I didn't know much about the question of whether it was worth it, I just thought that if I really encountered wicked people and evil things in the future, I couldn't pretend that I didn't see it, so I had to go up and say a few words." But words can't always work, and unreasonable people abound, so I hope that by that time I won't be helpless, but at least I have a sword in my hand to wield it, and I can use it with strength. ”

Liu Dapeng said in a sullen voice: "Then what if you meet an immortal who can't be beaten and does something evil?"

Ye Fan smiled again: "Then practice the sword in your hand faster, more ruthlessly, and even stronger than that immortal." ”

The man with the scar asked, "I think if I lived like this, I would be aggrieved." Others cultivate immortals and practice swords for the sake of immortality and the great freedom to travel the sky, why do you cultivate immortals and practice swords to find your own guilt?"

The young man laughed and said, "I'm stupid." ”

Liu Dapeng shook his head and smiled: "You are not stupid, you Ye Fan is the smartest person." ”

The boy laughed but didn't say a word.

He just clenched the long sword that he hadn't let go of slightly.