In a confinement room in the main courtyard of the Mohist School, Wu Shang looked at the man sitting cross-legged on the stone platform in front of him with a calm face. The cyan linen clothes on his body were already worn, revealing the bony body inside. With his head down, his long hair was scattered to cover his face, and he couldn't see the face clearly, and the most surprising thing was that there was a chain the thickness of a baby's arm tied to each of his hands and legs, and the other end of the chain was directly embedded in the stone wall next to him.

The man sat cross-legged on the stone platform like dead wood, ignoring even the rats that crawled up and down on his body.

Wu Shang frowned slightly, and whispered in disbelief, "Could it be that he is already dead?" He stepped forward and probed the man's snort with both hands, and then a sad look appeared on his face.

Ten years ago, Wu Shang was still a teenager who had just entered the Mohist school, and the Baili Sword had already made a name for himself along the way to the sword, and the profundity of swordsmanship was almost unmatched in the entire Mohist school. Wu Shang also got the guidance of Baili Sword several times by chance, which led to today's achievements.

Six years ago, the Baili family suffered a great change, and then Baili Jian imprisoned himself in a confinement cell, although he knew this, but he couldn't do anything about it. As a swordsman trained by the school, except for occasionally coming here to see, he can't do anything else.

"Baili senior, I can't repay you for your kindness, I wanted to pass on what I have learned all my life to Qin Chuan, but I encountered an accident, and I almost couldn't save my life." Wu Shang leaned against the corner of the wall and sighed to himself.

Suddenly, a very faint wind hung in the confinement room, and after Wu Shang felt something strange, he looked up at the middle-aged man, only to see that the clothes on the man's body began to sway slightly, and a hoarse voice suddenly sounded in this confinement room.

"Qin... River... Qin... Chuan..."

Wu Shang was a little surprised, and before he could react, a huge force appeared out of thin air and pulled him in front of the thin man.

"Baili senior, is that you?" Wu Shang looked at the man in front of him with some excitement.

"Qin... River... Qin... Chuan..."

The hoarse voice continued to sound over and over again in the confinement chamber.

After the excitement, I saw that the thin man in front of me was still sitting cross-legged on the stone platform, without the slightest sign of waking up. Wu Shang was a little unwilling, so he slowly told the thin man in front of him about the matter of killing 10,000 people in Yuanyuan City at the beginning of Qin Chuan, and finally recuperating with serious injuries behind him.

Wu Shang could clearly feel that as he continued to tell about Qin Chuan, the wind in the confinement room became stronger and stronger, accompanied by a huge pressure coming from the man in front of him.

Although cold sweat continued to emerge from his forehead, Wu Shang did not pause at all. It wasn't until he talked about leaving that Qin Chuan had recovered and woken up, and the wind in the confinement room and the invisible huge pressure gradually disappeared.

After Wu Shang's words fell, the body of the thin man in front of him seemed to move slightly, and then the hoarse voice continued to sound in the confinement room: "Who am I?" Who are you? Who is Qin Chuan? ”

Hearing this hoarse voice, a look of surprise appeared on Wu Shang's face, and after saluting respectfully to the thin man, he said, "You are Baili Sword, I am Wu Shang." Qin Chuan is your nephew. ”

"Hundred Miles Sword... Wu Shang... Qin Chuan... What a familiar name—" said the old voice with a hint of confusion.

Wu Shang did not continue to speak, and stood quietly in front of the man in black.

Another breeze blew and ruffled the thin man's hair, revealing a withered and wrinkled face, with his eyes closed, a slightly confused look of memory on his face, and the beard on his face almost covered half of his face.

After a long time, the man's wrinkled eyelids moved slightly, and a cold light flashed through the half-open eyes.

"What's wrong with Qin Chuan..."The corners of the thin man's mouth moved slightly, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"It's okay now." Wu Shang replied with a look of joy on his face.

"I remember you, you are Wu Shang, the little kid who would cry back then."

Wu Shang burst into tears when he heard this, and saluted respectfully and said, "Wu Shang, I have seen a hundred miles of seniors. ”

The thin man's eyes were half-opened, and he nodded, which was regarded as an approval of Wu Shang's salute.

"How long have I been here?" The emaciated Baili Sword asked.

"It's been five years." There was some sadness in Wu Shang's voice.

"It's been five years so soon, has Qin Chuan, who was still in infancy, grown up. But it was the child who suffered. Baili Jian still sighed in a hoarse voice.

"Tell me what Qin Chuan has done in the past few years?" Baili Jian said to Wu Shang.

Although he had already said it once, since Baili Sword asked for it, Wu Shang was ready to repeat the previous words again. At that time, he had just said a few words, but he was interrupted by the hoarse voice of Baili Sword.

"You mean, Qin Chuan hasn't studied again in the past few years?"

"If you go back to your predecessors, Qin Chuan has been living alone in Yongcheng of Qin State in the past few years." Baili Jian replied respectfully.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Baili Jian's eyes, and then he motioned for Wu Shang to continue.

As Wu Shang continued to narrate, Baili Jian's thin face twitched slowly. It was as if a monstrous rage was brewing.

After Wu Shang finished telling the whole thing as it was, without waiting to carefully observe Baili Sword's expression, he felt his body light, and a dry palm pinched his neck hard.

"Baili .. Predecessor.. This is.. For... Why? Wu Shang didn't resist in the slightest, and the huge force on his neck made his face red.

"Qin Chuan is really back to normal? Don't lie to me, I'm going to listen to the truth. Baili Sword's hoarse voice seemed to carry a hint of anger.

Wu Shang was shocked in his heart, and he couldn't figure out where the flaws were exposed.

"Say no more, die." Baili Sword's hoarse figure carried an endless sense of coldness.

"Three years... Three years... This is... It's true. Wu Shang did not hesitate, and hurriedly said what was hidden in his heart and did not mention it to others.

As soon as his body was light, Wu Shang's body fell to the ground, clutching his chest and gasping for breath.

"Don't lie to me, otherwise..."Baili Jian said in a cold voice.

Wu Shang coughed violently for a while, looked up at Baili Sword, and saw that his half-squinted eyes had been completely opened, and his cloudy eyes were full of coldness.

Swallowing his saliva, Wu Shang said what was pressed in his heart for a while.

In the battle of Yuanyuan City, Qin Chuan slashed tens of thousands of enemies with a sword like a god descending from heaven, not to mention how he did it, just such a huge power could make Qin Chuan disappear in an instant. But for some reason, Qin Chuan not only did not die, but left the last breath of life.

Wu Shang rushed down to the city with Qin Chuan in his arms, looking for Lang Zhong for treatment, but he couldn't find a Lang Zhong who could heal Qin Chuan when he traveled all over the city. Just when Wu Shang was in despair, a Lang Zhong who appeared out of nowhere gave Wu Shang a prescription, as long as Yang Yan was treated according to this prescription, Qin Chuan could continue his life for three years.

Seeing that Qin Chuan's aura was about to dissipate, Wu Shang also used this recipe as a dead horse doctor. Originally, he didn't have much hope, but in the end, Qin Chuan did miraculously come back to life, but he couldn't find that Lang Zhong anymore.

This is also the reason why Wu Shang returned to the General Academy of the Mo School, hoping to find this Lang Zhong with the help of Mo disciples all over the world, hoping to prolong Qin Chuan's life.

Saying what was in his heart, Wu Shang no longer had a trace of pressure in his heart, and looked at the Baili Sword in front of him with a calm face.

"Three years... Three years..."Baili Sword's hoarse voice kept repeating.

"Let's go." Baili Jian sighed and said.

"But... Baili senior..."Wu Shang said with some hesitation.

Baili Jian closed his eyes again, and sat cross-legged on the stone platform as before.

Wu Shang was a little disappointed when he saw the appearance of the Baili Sword, and then saluted respectfully and left the confinement room.

The confinement chamber was silent again, the only difference was that a breeze was constantly swirling here.

Wu Shang was in a very low mood, walked to his residence silently, took out a small pot of spirits, and drank it continuously, as if he wanted to vent the resentment in his heart.

As for why he was angry, maybe it was because of the miserable experience of Baili's predecessors, or maybe it was because of the child who was recuperating in Linyuan City.

I don't know how long it tossed, there were a few wine jugs scattered on the ground, Wu Shang drank the last glass of wine, shook the already empty wine jug, and lay on the ground with a wine burp, his consciousness began to be a little blurred. In a trance, he felt the ground under him shake a little, and there were several loud noises outside.

"Could it be that someone is attacking the Mo Family's General Courtyard?" Wu Shang's consciousness cleared up a little, and then he said with some self-deprecation: "Dare to make a big fuss here, unless someone gets impatient." ”

He continued to burp, ready to ignore the commotion outside, but at this moment, he heard a very familiar voice.

"Deng Zhuo's old horseman, come out and die."

The huge sound instantly spread throughout the entire Mohist School's main courtyard.

Countless people from the Mohist School stopped what they were doing and ran out in the direction where the voice came from.

"That's... Hundred miles of predecessors. Wu Shang's drunkenness suddenly sobered up, and he hurriedly ran out of the house and saw a familiar scene.

A ragtag linen sword with both hands behind his back, standing out of thin air. There was no longer the bony skin before, but instead there was a full body of muscles, hair draped over the shoulders, and a dark face with a hint of frost.

All the disciples of the Mohist School looked at the mysterious man in mid-air with a look of surprise, and some of them carefully looked at it for a moment, recognized the man's identity, and suddenly their faces changed greatly, and their hearts were full of bad premonitions.

As the helmsman of the Mohist school, the three old men came together, looking at the Baili Sword in mid-air, with different expressions.

Xiang Liqing's face was complicated, Deng Zhuo's face was pale, and Gu Musong had a frightened look, as if he had seen something terrible.

"Don't let him leave here, otherwise my Mohist school may be in danger of destruction." Gu Musong said uncharacteristically hurriedly.

"Deng Zhuo's old man didn't believe his words, I will take your dog's life today, and I will die quickly." The Baili Sword was condescending, and his face was full of frost.

Deng Zhuo, as one of the giants of the Mo family, naturally couldn't weaken his momentum on this occasion, stepped forward, and shouted: "Baili Xiaoer, don't be rampant, this is not a place for you to go wild casually." ”

As soon as these words came out, the two sides immediately became tense.