Chapter Eighty-Three: The Time Is Not Right
Zuo Tianfeng looked at the flying broken sword, but he didn't pay attention to it at all, opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of true qi, and directly flew the broken sword, but the iron spear in his hand still pierced out like a poisonous snake. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
Poof...... There was a soft sound, and only faint blood splashes.
The iron spear pierced into the corpse, and Elder Wang escaped.
The broken sword kicked out by Xiao Zihou still gave Elder Wang a chance to breathe after all, which made Elder Wang not only roll and dodge the attack, but also easily get a new long sword from the corpse of the disciple of the Evergreen Sword Sect, and get up to fight again.
Xiao Zihou was tired and half-knelt on the ground gasping for breath, and the sudden outburst just now made Xiao Zihou almost exhaust all his physical strength.
It's just that Xiao Zihou wants to rest, but the robbers don't want to! The robbers are almost twice as many as the Evergreen Sword Sect, and after a moment of fighting, the double becomes tripled, and many disciples of the Evergreen Sword Sect are besieged and killed by the robbers, and the situation is becoming more and more dangerous.
The two robbers glanced at each other and killed Xiao Zihou. By this time, there was no room for survival. Anyway, it is impossible to reconcile between the Evergreen Sword Sect and Fuhu Village, and the robbers have no burden to kill.
"Die!" Huang Liqiang suddenly broke out, although his left arm was injured and his combat effectiveness was reduced, he was not bad at fighting. After all, this is also a small master in the late stage of the second-order secret martial realm.
With a sweep of the sword, the heads of the two robbers flew up, but at the same time, a spear smashed, and Huang Liqiang was smashed into the air and fell to the ground, blood and water spurted out without money, and he struggled several times but could not get up.
"Senior Brother Huang!" Xiao Zihou roared, but the whip was beyond his reach. The shining blade fell, flying towards Huang Liqiang's neck.
Xiao Zihou closed his eyes in pain, not wanting to see the tragic situation in the next moment.
But at this moment, an unimaginably huge aura suddenly pressed down, and a hazy light swept across like waves.
Puff ...... Puff ......
The scene was like dumplings, and all the people, whether they were from the Evergreen Sword Sect or from Fuhu Village, were overturned by this powerful aura one by one, rolling indiscriminately on the ground.
Xiao Zihou rolled twice, got up suddenly, and saw that at some point, at the end of the road in front of the valley, there were two people, an old man and a young man, walking slowly.
"Yes...... I have known my predecessors......"
The acquaintance walked by slowly, and he didn't care about the gratitude of the disciples of the Evergreen Sword Sect at all.
"You...... Seniors ...... "Zuo Leanfeng, the second leader of Fuhu Village, stood up, wanting to be angry but didn't dare. It's a pity that the acquaintance quietly walked in front of the left-leaning peak.
There was a faint and inaudible sound floating, as if the tip of a needle was piercing a piece of paper, and a red line suddenly appeared on the neck of the left-leaning peak. The next moment, Zuo Leaning Peak slowly fell backwards, completely losing his breath, and there was unwillingness, fear and anger in his eyes.
The people of Fuhu Village panicked, got up in a panic and fled, but one by one they fell, and none of them ran away.
Zeng Xiang didn't walk fast, and he didn't care about the grateful eyes and words of everyone from the Evergreen Sword Sect next to him, and left with Shi Shiran without a trace. Only in the air, the sound of a needle tipping through a piece of paper could be heard.
Xiao Zihou looked at the back of his acquaintance who was about to go away, and his heart was shocked and complicated. Is this a fifth-order master, he didn't move, he didn't draw his sword, there was only a faint trace of sword qi floating.
From beginning to end, the footsteps of the acquaintance have not changed, and it seems that rushing is much more important than killing.
Finally, at the end of the valley, Zeng Xiang stopped and took the initiative to speak, his voice was not loud and barely audible: "Help me search the bodies of these robbers to see if there are any treasure maps or something." ”
The remaining dozen or so of the Evergreen Sword Sect immediately took action, and even Huang Liqiang, who was lying on the ground and could barely move, barely bothered his body and searched for the body of the robber next to him.
Zeng Xiang slowly turned around and slowly spoke, "No trace, how do you feel?"
Feng Wuxian looked at the injured elder of the Evergreen Sword Sect and carefully examined the robber's body, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The strong are respected. ”
"What else?"
"And?" said Feng Wuxian frowned.
"Justice!" said Yoyo, a former acquaintance, "this time we could have stood by and watched, but I still made a move." Even though you killed more than 40 people, do you feel uneasy?"
"No, I feel happy and revenge! Master, I understand. ”
"It's good to understand. The reason why the teacher's fame in the rivers and lakes is resounding is not all because of his profound cultivation, but also because he stands on a moral standpoint.
The rivers and lakes are very chaotic, but because the rivers and lakes are very chaotic, everyone attaches more importance to morality. ”
Speaking of this, the acquaintance suddenly changed to a sound transmission, and only the wind could hear it without a trace: "There is always helplessness in the rivers and lakes, if you encounter helpless things that cannot be avoided in the future, or things that are difficult to judge, pay attention to the first thing to put yourself on the position of justice and morality."
Only those who have attained the Tao can help more!"
Feng Wuxian quietly listened to Master's teachings.
Here, the people of the Evergreen Sword Sect searched the corpses of all the robbers, and Xiao Zihou actually found four fragmented, palm-smashed, and very old maps on the corpses of strong men who came out from behind.
After getting these four fragmentary maps, Xiao Zihou's eyes narrowed, and he made a judgment after looking at it for a while. Under everyone's attention, Xiao Zihou held the map to Zeng Xiang.
When the acquaintance took it, Xiao Zihou hesitated, but still spoke: "Senior, I heard that the predecessor was looking for traces from more than two hundred years ago? But these four map fragments are at least three hundred years old. If it is properly preserved, it cannot be said that the map is more than 500 years old.
And the edge of the map fragment is obviously recently torn apart!"
Hmm? Acquaintance's eyes flashed, and he looked closely at the map. "What do you think about the history of the map?"
"Seniors, it's all about experience. The experience of making antiques in the home of the younger generation has also learned a little bit of inheritance. The map is not only yellow, but also brownish-yellow, and in some places even black, as evidenced by at least three hundred years old.
In addition, the color of the map is natural and uniform, judging from the fractures, and the inside and outside are consistent. Smelling the smell, it is full of the smell of old decay, indicating that the map is not a recent production, and it is indeed more than 300 years old. ”
Zeng Xiang looked at the map, his face became more and more solemn, "You say, this map is the most likely, how many years old?"
"If it is stored naturally, it will take more than 300 years. But if it is stored in a sealed manner, the map is probably 500 years old. And if it is wax sealed and dried and stored, it may have a history of 800 years.
But to be sure, maps are by no means a product of two hundred years.
Specific judgments, the younger generations dare not assert. If...... If the seniors have time, they can go to Huangshi Town in the southwest and find a 'Jin Shixuan', and the shopkeeper is the father.
The father is experienced and can provide a more detailed identification for the seniors. ”
Zeng Xiang put the map away, "Thank you for informing me." ”
"You're polite, senior, we haven't thanked our seniors for saving their lives. As he spoke, Xiao Zihou took out a very inconspicuous little granite ornament from his body and handed it over with both hands: "Seniors take this, and my father will give you the most detailed appraisal." ”
"Good. Zeng acquaintance took the ornament, "So, I'll bother when I have time." Leave. ”
"Greetings to seniors. "Regardless of whether they were injured or not, everyone from the Evergreen Sword Sect bowed down to say goodbye.