Wei Zhuang got up early in the morning, and after cleaning up, he was ready to get up. As soon as he left the house, he was stopped by Han Fei, who said that he had made a very difficult decision.

"What? Are you going to use the Red Lotus to assassinate Ji Wuye? Wei Zhuang looked at Han Fei with surprise in his eyes, "She's your own sister." ”

"If you can't get rid of Ji Wuye, she will eventually become a martyr in South Korea."

"Let's talk about it, talk about it again," Wei Zhuang took the horse and jumped onto the horse, "I'll talk about it when I come back." ”

Han Fei shouted at Wei Zhuang's distant figure: "Don't see her again when you come back!" ”

Wei Zhuang turned his head on the horse, looked at Han Fei who was smiling and waving to him, showing a little sorrow, turned around, and left these sorrows behind.

rushed to the market in South Korea and met the greeting team of a large family, Wei Zhuang looked at the person who greeted the relative, and decided that it was better to follow behind, after all, it was a cronie of Ji Wuye, at this time, it could not attract attention, or it would be impossible to get out. He followed him for a long time, and finally got out of Korea, and it was already dawn. When he arrived at the border of Qin, he encountered Qin escorting military rations.

"You, dismount and follow, don't you see the military rations being transported in front?" A soldier shouted at Wei Zhuang.

Wei Zhuang had no choice but to dismount and lead the horse to follow all the way on foot.

He was anxious: "Master and senior brother should be in a hurry." ”

He remembered a path on this side, so he turned his horse's head and hurried from the path, but it was a long way.

By the time he arrived at the market leading to the dense forest of the Ghost Valley, there were already many vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the market, and there were many pedestrians on the road, and the crowd was crowded, and Weizhuang could only pass slowly.

There was a luxurious carriage beside him, Wei Zhuang couldn't help but look back again, he couldn't see who was sitting in the car, but he seemed to have some sense. As the carriage got farther and farther, he felt something important in his heart being taken with him.

All that remains in my heart is anxiety and worry.

Wei Zhuang passed the bazaar, and he drove quickly towards the laurel forest. He didn't feel right, why was he so coincidentally delayed on the road for so long today.

Following the familiar path in the laurel grove, letting the horses run quickly, Wei Zhuang looked up and saw the smoke rising on the other side of the woods, it was not cooking smoke.

Wei Zhuang pumped his horse fiercely and hurried to the side of the woods faster.

When he got out of the sea of laurel flowers, he saw two houses on the other side of the river, one high and one low, that were burned down to the beams of the house, which were the residences of the master and Xiaohan. And the master was now lying in front of the ashes, and Ning Shuang knelt beside him, holding his hand tightly.

"Master, wait, wait, don't sleep." Ning Shuang's face had dried tears.

Wei Zhuang reined in the fast horse and fell off the horse, he ignored the pain in his body, ran to Guiguzi, and knelt beside him.

"Master, master!" Wei Zhuang lifted Guiguzi, who was covered in blood, up slightly and let him rest on his lap.

Guiguzi opened his eyes with difficulty: "Xiaozhuang, you're back..."

"Master, what's going on here?" Wei Zhuang looked up, "Senior brother, where is senior brother?" ”

"Xiao Zhuang," Guiguzi took out a blood-stained bamboo slip from his coat pocket, "Xiao Zhuang, this is "Hundred Steps Flying Sword", you... You deserve it. ”

Wei Zhuang took the bamboo slip and held it in the palm of his hand.

Guiguzi's voice became smaller and smaller, and Wei Zhuang put his ear close to his mouth: "Xiaozhuang, don't blame your senior brother, you have to find him, and him... With him... Let's rescue Xiaohan together..."

Wei Zhuang nodded.

Guiguzi stretched out his finger to Ning Shuang: "Xiaozhuang... You take the frost away... Take care... Take care of her. ”

Wei Zhuang looked at Ning Shuang's frightened eyes and nodded firmly again.

"Shuang'er, Shuang'er..."Guiguzi called Ning Shuang.

Ning Shuang crawled in front of him.

"Called... Call the master daddy. Guiguzi smiled kindly and looked at her dark green eyes.

Ning Shuang held back her tears: "Daddy, Daddy." ”

Guiguzi smiled calmly, touched Ning Shuang's face, looked at Wei Zhuang who was holding him, and remembered the matter of drinking tea with Uncle Xiao Han that day.

"Which one do you prefer?"

"Big brother, guess."

"Wei Zhuang, right? That kid is a lot like you used to be. ”

Guiguzi shook his head: "I prefer my senior brother's child. ”

"Why?"

"I don't like people like me, including myself."

Guiguzi looked at the sea-blue eyes that fell into sadness: "Xiaozhuang... Xiaozhuang... ...... small village"

Wei Zhuang tried very hard to help Guiguzi up to hear what he was going to say, but he saw Guiguzi's slowly spreading pupils, and his hand slipped from Ning Shuang's fingertips and hung down weakly.

Don't go down the path of being a teacher anymore.

"Daddy!"

"Master!"

Wei Zhuang shook Guiguzi vigorously, but he didn't respond.

Xiao Han, who was far away in the carriage, closed his eyes and couldn't help but cry. Donghuang Taiyi, who was sitting beside him, his blood-red eyes dimmed, he frowned, and silently closed his eyes.

Gai Nie, who was hurrying on the road, reined in his horse and looked in the direction of Qin Guo, an inexplicable sadness made him clench his palms.

Wei Zhuang closed Guiguzi's eyes and slowly laid him flat on the ground. Ning Shuang beside him had dried up his tears and trembled, Wei Zhuang took off his coat and draped it on Ning Shuang's body.

"Why did Brother Nie leave?" She asked Wei Zhuang tremblingly.

"Senior brother should have something to leave." Wei Zhuang didn't know how to answer.

"He has learned the Hundred Steps Flying Sword, he should stay, he can help Daddy, so that Sister Han will not be arrested."

"Senior brother, he'll be back."

"Nope! He gave up the Ghost Valley and all the people here! Ning Shuang shouted, and the curse mark on the back of her neck became obvious again, and Wei Zhuang noticed it.

"Frost, Frost," Wei Zhuang grabbed the crazy Ning Shuang, "tell me what happened." ”

Ning Shuang's remaining memories were intermittent, every time she recalled, the curse mark on her neck would be obvious, her reaction was very strong, Wei Zhuang couldn't bear to let her talk anymore, so he ordered her sleeping hole, and Ning Shuang fell asleep in his arms.

Wei Zhuang generally knew that the person who captured Xiao Han was the boss of the Yin and Yang family, he didn't know the Yin and Yang family at all, maybe Han Fei could help him answer who this person was.

Master, what do you want to sue me in the end? I won't blame Senior Brother, you should have laid out the game a long time ago, so that Senior Brother and I couldn't appear in Ghost Valley at such an important time. I will rescue Xiaohan with my senior brother, but my senior brother owes Guigu, you, and me this duel, and he has to pay it back no matter when!

Wei Zhuang slowly unfolded "Hundred Steps Flying Sword".