"Who are you?"

Wesley asked curiously, looking at the boy.

"My name is Chitake, what about you?"

"Wei, Wesley."

"There's something strange about the sword in your hand."

Chitake looked down at Wesley's feet.

"After traveling nearly a thousand miles, your feet are still so strong, you are really a weirdo."

Wesley looked at Chitake and smiled, for some reason, he didn't have the slightest defense against the young man in front of him, as if there was something that made him give up resistance.

"Tired of walking, aren't you? I live nearby, you can go to my abode and have a glass of water and rest. ”

As he spoke, Qianzhu pointed into the distance, and in the looming mountain mist, there was a small bamboo house.

"Do you live here alone?"

Chitake nodded slightly.

"By the way, I forgot to ask you what kind of boundary this is."

"Xijiang."

"Xijiang?" Wesley scratched his head, in his cognition, there seemed to be no such place as the Xijiang, and suddenly Weisley asked again, "Could it be that this is the Xijiang recorded in ancient times?" ”

Chitake looked up at Wesley.

"You're such an interesting guy, you hold this sword, but you don't know Xijiang."

"Sword?" Wesley looked down at the sword in his hand, and then continued, "Do you know Yang Tso?" ”

Chitake nodded, then took Wesley and walked towards his bamboo house.

The quiet spring water surrounded Qianzhu's bamboo house, and it was quiet enough to forget all sorrows, and Weisley drank the water that Qianzhu had brought for him, and then lay down alone in Qianzhu's courtyard.

"Can I stay here overnight?"

Wesley asked, closing his eyes.

"Of course, if you're not afraid that I'll hurt you."

"You won't," Wesley got up suddenly, "with your cultivation, if you want to harm me, you can do it earlier, and you don't have to wait until now." ”

"You're clean and pure."

Chitake looked at Wesley with a smile, and suddenly a flock of birds startled in the air, and Chitake looked up in surprise.

"Is your enemy looking for you?"

Wesley panicked and walked towards Chitake.

"I don't have any enemies, and this powerful aura seems to be a very powerful character."

"Not one, but two."

Chitake raised his hand to lay a barrier for the bamboo house, and then flew out and walked out.

"You hide inside and don't come out, I'll meet them."

"Twelfth brother? How have you been lately? ”

"Senior brother?"

Chitake's conversation with Boya quickly reached Wesley's ears.

"It turns out that they are brothers."

Wesley breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to lie down in the courtyard of Chitake.

"Master, let's take a look at you."

Zijing hid behind Boya, and he seemed very reluctant to see Qianzhu.

"The third senior brother is also here."

"Qianzhu, I promised not to disturb you, but if it is all completed today, the master wants us all to go to the ceremony of Tiandu."

"Let's go?" Qianzhu looked at his two senior brothers in surprise, "So, the second senior brother will also go?" ”

Boya shook his head, then looked at Qianzhu and said, "Second Senior Brother has died in Haoyuan Mountain, we shouldn't mention him again." ”

"Senior brother, what you say is ugly, the master once said that the second senior brother will always live in our hearts."

"But he's in a trance."

"Even if he is enchanted, he is also Qianzhu's second senior brother."

As he spoke, Chitake turned and walked towards his bamboo house.

"Twelfth brother, don't be too willful, the master is old, and the heavens need us to protect him."

"Two senior brothers, go back and tell Shizun that from now on, you should be as if Qianzhu is also dead."

"Xijiang is not Haoyuan Mountain, and you are not the fault of Yang."

Boya looked at Qianzhu expressionlessly.

"Senior brother wants to do something with me?"

"The master said that even if you are tied, you will be tied back."

Qianzhu turned his head suddenly, and two powerful forces collided in the air, and Wesley looked at them, and then at the sword in his hand.

"What kind of people are they all on this day, each of them is so powerful, I think these senior brothers, none of them are much worse than Yang Cuo."

Wesley shrugged his shoulders, then hid in the bamboo hut with the enchantment in his arms.

"Senior brother, what are you doing here, we are senior brothers, and the twelfth brother was raised by us, don't you know his temperament?"

Boya glanced back at Zijing, and then said with some anger: "It's because I know his temper too well, so I want to tie him back, this guy is stubborn, and no one can persuade him." ”

"Alright, alright." Zijing stepped forward and patted Boya's shoulder.

"Let me handle this matter, senior brother, you quit Xijiang first."

Boya looked at Zijing, then at Qianzhu, and then quietly retreated.

"I know that you were brought up by the second senior brother and the fourth senior brother since you were a child, and you have a deep affection for the two of them, but people can't be resurrected after death, and the fishy chen has left us, and the second senior brother has run away from the devil, how can his heart not be full of guilt?"

"Third Senior Brother, I understand everything you said, but now I'm really tired, I don't know how to face you, it was I who failed to keep the Second Senior Brother and them at the beginning, Shizun should blame me, I'm the sinner."

"I don't blame you, I've always been telling Shizun that you are not the one who killed the fourth junior brother, all this is their own choice."

Qianzhu's face was gloomy, and his eyes were still full of apologies as they had been decades ago.

"Even if you hide in Xijiang for the rest of your life, but Yuchen still won't come back to life, before I came out with my senior brother, Yan Zi and Junyan also specially told me that I must find a way to invite you back, they haven't seen you for a long time, and the old nine, the tenth, and the fifteenth. We have lost a fishy day, but there are still so many brothers and sisters waiting for you, can you bear not to see them for the rest of your life? ”

Qianzhu is red-eyed, they are all orphans, it was Wenliang Palace who adopted them, seventeen disciples, for hundreds of years, they are like brothers and sisters, although there will be fights and quarrels between each other, but in Qianzhu's heart, they are their only relatives.

"Okay, my fourth brother and I apprenticed in the same year, and the emotions between us are no less than you and him, but he died to save the second senior brother, if it were you, you would do the same, Yang Cuo has been living for Yuchen, we should all live well for Yuchen."

Qianzhu looked down at the bamboo house where Wesley was hiding, and then whispered to Zijing: "I just saw the sword of the second senior brother, in the hands of a young man, I suspect that the second senior brother has fallen into the devil again. ”

Zijing looked around, and after making sure that there was no Boya figure nearby, she took Qianzhu's hand and said: "This matter must not be known to Senior Brother, he hates the Demon Clan, if he is allowed to know, I am afraid that it will be another bloody battle, and the Second Senior Brother will have to live well for himself and Yuchen." ”

Chitake nodded slightly, then waved his hand to open the barrier.

"Your name is Wesley?"

Zijing looked up and down at the guy holding the sword of Yang Cuo.

"That's right, I'm Wesley, I don't know if you are?"

"My name is Zijing, and I am Yang Cuo's junior brother."

Wesley looked at them suspiciously, and then said, "Yang Wrong, who is Central Wrong?" ”

Zijing looked up at Qianzhu with a frown.

"You don't have to be afraid, I know that what you are holding in your hand is the sword of my second senior brother Yang Cuo, we want to know, where is he now and how is he doing?"

"I said, I don't know Yang Cuo."

Zijing shook her head helplessly, then looked at Wei Sli and said, "Since you don't know my second senior brother, then return his sword to us." ”

"Why? Do you say that the sword is yours and yours? What evidence do you have? ”

"Proof, huh?" Zijing gritted her teeth, and then raised her hand, and countless flying blades wrapped Weisley.

"I'm kidding you guys."

Wesley looked at them sheepishly.

"Do you need evidence now?"

"No need, no need, in fact, I know at a glance that you are the senior brothers of Master Yang Cuo, and you are as powerful as him."

"Less nonsense, where is my second senior brother now?"

"Hanzhou City."

"The Han Zhou City of the Heavenly Spirit Clan?"

Wesley nodded affirmatively.

"Why is my second brother's sword in your hand?"

"I'm Master Yangcuo's follower, and I'm responsible for helping him carry his sword."

"Follower?" Zijing glanced at Wesley in surprise, and then asked, "Are you also worthy of carrying a sword for my second senior brother?" ”

"No," Wei Sili looked at Zijing with an unconvinced expression, "What do you all mean, why am I not worthy, let me tell you, in Tianji Mountain, I am also a character." ”

Zijing shook her head helplessly.

"Okay, I don't want to talk nonsense with you, how is my second senior brother doing now?"

"He fell into the devil, we met the Black Devil Legion in Hanzhou, Master Yang Cuo couldn't bear the people there being slaughtered by the Black Devil Legion, so he took action to stop them, but he didn't expect that the killing was too much, which induced his inner demons."

"And what are you doing here?"

Wesley looked at the sword in his hand and said, "This thing brought me here, Yang mistakenly said, let me run with the sword, and when his demons dissipate, the sword will take me back to find him." ”

"So now even you don't know where our second senior brother is, right?"

Wesley nodded, he didn't realize that he had said the wrong thing yet, before Yang Co and the Dark Devil Legion started, there were not many people left in Hanzhou who had been slaughtered by the Black Devil Legion, but after the battle, the Dark Devil Legion actually put all the blame for the slaughter of the city on Yang Cuo's head.

It's just an indefensible black cauldron, fortunately, Yang Co has never cared about these, and in his world, there will always be only right and wrong and black and white.

"You're finally back."

After many days of twists and turns, Wesley returned to Youngco's side again.

"You broken sword, you took me everywhere all day long, and you actually ran to Xijiang, do you know how dangerous that place is?"

"Xijiang?"

Yang Cuo glanced at Wesley curiously.

"Then it's time for you to see my junior brother, right?"

"Uh, this." Wesley didn't know how to show it.

"It's okay, when I see it, I say I saw it, I won't kill you for this."

"Kill me?"

Wesley looked at Yang Tso with some surprise, "You're not really that cruel, are you?" Just because I have seen one of your junior brothers, you will kill me. ”

"I don't agree with the sky, you should have heard about it, you took my sword and went to Xijiang to meet them again, I suspect that you are not too much of an undercover agent arranged by them to be by my side."

Wesley gritted his teeth and looked at Yang Tso with a blank face.

"If you want to add to the crime, you can do it if you want to kill, anyway, my life will be yours sooner or later."

Yang turned his head to look at Wesley, the sword in his hand was unsheathed and quickly closed again, Weisley looked up, and the long hair on his forehead was separated by Yang Staggered.

"Don't kill me again?"

"Today, I will cut you a strand of green silk as a punishment, if you do it again in the future, I will not spare you."

Wesley shook his head helplessly, indifferent to such a pale threat from Yang Tso.

"By the way, what about your junior brother? Is he really dead? ”

"You've even seen the fishy?"

Yang Cuo's face sank, and this time there was some obvious killing intent in his eyes.

"He came out and scared me himself."

"It seems that your life cannot be saved."

Just as Yang Cuo was about to kill the killer, Fishy Chen suddenly was by Wesley's side.

"This guy is weak and weak, but his errand skills are first-class, I will not be by your side in the future, and I will feel more at ease with him by your side."

"You can't do without me, you know it yourself."

Yuchen looked up at Yang Cuo.

"Every time you have a demonic attack, you will consume a trace of my original spirit, and now I have little soul left, and the road of body cultivation is too long, I'm afraid I can't wait."