Chapter 4: Ouyang Xu's Death

The military generals hiding in the shadows of the cave used the fire walking chivalry technique, fusing the true fire of samadhi from the psychic.

The pillar of fire plunged straight into Ouyang Xu, and his whole body was instantly covered in flames. The fire also ignited a large area of vegetation in the rugged mountain road, leading a sea of fire.

"General, why don't you see the black flame of the Samadhi True Fire?"

The Assassin asked. The military general laughed: "Once the black flame of the Samadhi True Fire touches the human body, it will directly penetrate into the internal organs and swallow the person's body fluids in an instant, causing the person to die invisibly. After this move, Ouyang Xu was already at the end of his crossbow, and even the gods couldn't save him. ”

Lan Jiang turned around and saw Ouyang Xu in the vast fire, his body was as stiff as dead wood, and a gust of wind in the mountains blew his body down in the sea of fire.

With a pop, he fell to the ground. Immediately, smoke and dust rose around the mountain, like rolling waves, and tens of thousands of assassins swarmed down in order to snatch Ouyang Xu's valuable head. Lan Jiang and Ouyang Xiao were instantly surrounded by the assassins.

"The prime minister has an order to kill Ouyang Xu's family!"

The crowd shouted in unison, brandishing their weapons and charging at them.

At the moment of Jiuding, a whirlwind suddenly rolled in front of him.

Out of the whirlwind gradually emerged an old man with gray hair and a young man in the age of a total horn.

The old man's beard was like a halberd, his face was wrinkled, and his eyes were almost shrunk into a line. Wearing a ranger cloak with a sheep-like totem, a blue waist scarf tied under a ragged white green shirt, holding a cane in his left hand and a palm upwards in his right hand, emitting a glittering golden light, he finally became the word "water".

The old man's eyes suddenly widened, revealing his pupils. Everyone was surprised to find that his pupils were actually printed with the three trigrams in the Bagua Array.

Foam of different sizes continued to emerge from his palms, which were reflected in the sunlight in various colors, and the foam gradually coalesced, accumulating more and more, gradually forming a swirling water vortex.

The water vortex rolled vertically in the palm of the old man's palm, sweeping away the surrounding wind and dust. Lan Jiang's vision was obscured, and he had to close his eyes tightly, but he suddenly felt that his waist was grabbed from behind.

She resisted desperately, frantically waving her right arm and kicking backwards with her foot, while her left hand was still holding Ouyang He in her arms.

"Aquachivalry - Waterspout. ”

With an uproar, the water vortex in the old man's hand instantly spread outward, the amount of water was huge, it was simply a sea, and the thousands of soldiers and horses around were all swept away by the huge waves at the snap of their fingers, and their ears were full of terrible screams.

In an instant, the waves drowned the raging fire in the mountains, and a magnificent rainbow appeared in the sky.

It didn't take long for the surrounding environment to seem to have calmed down, Lan Jiang felt that the man let go of his willow waist, opened his eyes, and saw Ouyang Xiao standing beside him, surrounded by clouds and mist, faintly ethereal, it turned out that they were already standing on the top of the mountain.

When I looked back, it was a young man who had just appeared in the whirlwind.

Just when he was confused, there was another whirlwind in front of him, it was the old man just now.

The old man's cane was inserted into his waist scarf, and he held Ouyang Xu and his trident in both hands, and gently placed them on the ground.

Lan Jiang hurriedly stepped forward, cried bitterly, knelt on the ground, and trembled to lay his ear on his blood-stained heart.

At this time, a drizzle fell in the sky again, gently lapping on Lan Jiang's back, and what she felt was ten thousand sharp needles.

The old man sighed and shook his head. The young man beside him watched silently, not saying a word.

"Father!"

Ouyang Xiao also knelt down with tears in his eyes, and shouted loudly in tears, his voice piercing through the layers of thick clouds like arrows, but he couldn't wake up his father's cold face.

I don't know how long it took, Lan Jiang finally woke up. It turned out that she fainted unconsciously, and even in a coma, her left arm was still holding her son. Seeing that Ouyang Xiao was also sleeping on the ground tiredly, the tear stains on both cheeks had weathered.

Looking around, the old man and the teenager who saved their lives were gone. I looked at it again, and there was a stone monument not far from the originally empty place.

Lan Jiang stood up with difficulty, staggered closer, and found that the ground next to the stone tablet had a hole half a meter deep.

The hollow was about the same size as her husband's body, and must have been the grave that the old man and the young man had prepared for him.

She didn't know why the two masters who met in Pingshui wanted to help, and she was not in the mood to think about it, the only man who had been with her for more than ten years and could read all the secrets of her heart in the vast world, in order to protect his wife and children, went against his heart and absconded abroad, but died suddenly on the way. Thinking of the rain that had been drenched together in those years, and those unfinished dreams of him, Lan Jiang once again wept and wept silently.

"My father's legacy is up to me. ”

I don't know when, Ouyang Xiao also woke up. Lan Jiang turned around, she had never heard Ouyang Xiao's tone so firm, as if her voice had changed.

Looking at her 11-year-old son's sea-like eyes, she rolled up her sleeves to wipe away her tears, opened her mouth to say something, but stopped talking, just smiled and nodded.

Ouyang Xiao held his father's corpse with both hands, which was as cold, white, and hard as ice.

Since then, Lanjiang has taken his children to the northwest and left the land where he had lived for thirty years.