In the year 320 of the Fengshen Age, the Great Wilderness of Nanling, the noon of the hot summer, under the boulevard, in the lush forest and mountains.

The two teenagers walked together, the forerunner was in his twentieth year, with luxurious clothes, burly figures, long square faces, dignified appearance, a three-foot long sword hanging from his waist, and a wind-shaking folding fan in his hand.

The follower should be the follower of the person who went forward, about sixteen or seventeen years old, medium stature, delicate facial features, wearing a blue and white gown, because the weather is too hot, the placket button is not tied, the chest is open, the body is mixed with a lot of things, holding half a fruit in his hand, and a small black pot behind him.

The young man walking behind raised his hand to wipe his sweat, "Uncle, you don't have to go so fast, we can rush back to Yunyang City before noon tomorrow." ”

When the brocade-clothed boy heard the sound, he turned around and saw that the cloth-clothed boy was gnawing on the fruit with his teeth bared, so he frowned and said, "If it's unripe, throw it away." ”

"It's okay, I can eat it. The cloth-clothed boy walked a few steps quickly and followed the brocade-clothed boy, "Hey, uncle, what method do you say the Soul Suppression Alliance will use to pick people?"

"How do I know," the young man in brocade looked disgusted, "Don't eat it, don't eat it, throw it away quickly, I look sour." ”

The cloth-clothed young man took two more bites, and then threw the fruit away, "The third master is the city lord, what method do they use to pick people without saying a word to the third master?"

"They haven't arrived yet," the brocade-clothed boy tilted his head and squinted, "Why do you ask this, you want to go too?"

"The Soul Suppression Alliance is not as idle as waiting, and people like me can't look down on it. The cloth-clothed boy shook his head.

The young man in brocade coughed dryly, "Ji Qiu, you are also a relative of the Ji family, how can you be ashamed of yourself and be vain, you must know that you are born a man, you should have great ambitions and lofty ambitions......"

Seeing that the young man in brocade was about to tell him a big reason again, Ji Qiu hurriedly took off the water bladder on his waist and handed it over, "Hey, uncle, drink water, drink water." ”

The young man in brocade shook his head helplessly, took the water bladder and took a sip, and when he saw that he was sweating profusely, he complained, "You said that you, it is only five days from Lanxiang Shushe to Yunyang, you have to get a pot to carry on your back, are you looking for your own guilt?"

"If you go back this time, you will definitely be picked up by the Soul Suppression Alliance, we won't go back to Lanxiang Study House in the future, we won't live there, and the things there will be stolen sooner or later," Ji Qiu said, "Besides, we have to use it on the road, we can't let you eat cold food and drink cold water." ”

"You are my cousin, not my scholar," the brocade-clothed boy sighed and shook his head, "If you let others see you, people who don't know the truth will still think that after your parents died, my father and I were harsh on you." ”

"Okay, okay, I know, let's go. Ji Qiu urged.

"Don't make a sound. The young man in brocade raised his hand and tilted his ears.

Ji Qiu also listened carefully, "It seems that someone is shouting for help?"

The brocade-clothed young man nodded slowly: "It turns out that there are often bandits in this mountain, and it is not a rumor. ”

"It seems to be a woman. Ji Qiu said.

"More than one person, when it was two women, listening to the voice, they were not very old. The brocade-clothed boy said.

"What should I do?" asked Ji Qiu.

"People who practice qi and martial arts, with chivalrous hearts, how can they stand by and watch when they see injustice, thinking about those two weak women, attacked in the mountains, lonely and helpless......"

Ji Qiu took back the water bladder from the man in brocade and urged, "Uncle, if you want to save it, hurry up, if you rub it for a while, the bandits will be able to cook raw rice and mature rice, and you won't have a chance to save the beauty if you want to be a hero." ”

Hearing Ji Qiu's words, the man in brocade didn't say anything more, put away the folding fan in his hand, and began to tidy up his clothes.

"Hey," Ji Qiu sighed in annoyance, "When is this happening, you still care about this, I'll go over and take a look first." ”

Ji Qiu said nothing, strode forward, and because he was carrying a large amount of sundries, he ran with a clang.

The voice was far away, Ji Qiu was running from the mountain path while listening carefully to the movement ahead, the cry for help has been continuing, and it has not stopped, which shows that the bandit has not succeeded, if it really succeeds, the woman will be discouraged, and it is estimated that she will not scream anymore.

"The thief who is killed by God, Hugh will be punished. Ji Qiu shouted loudly while running, he had to let the thieves know that someone was coming, and sometimes the loss of a woman's innocence was only half an instant, and she could say goodbye half a moment earlier and half a moment later.

In fact, Ji Qiu's shouting was purely superfluous, he carried a pot and a bowl on his back, and brought a few cooking utensils, clanging, the thieves already knew that someone was coming.

Turning a mountain bend and coming to the place of the incident, the scene in the field made Ji Qiu gasp, there were more thieves than he expected, there were seven or eight of them, and there was an elderly couple lying on the ground, with different heads, already dead.

The living should be the two sisters, surrounded by bandits in the middle, there is no way forward, no way back, left to hide and be caught and twisted, right to dodge and be torn, panicked, pear blossoms with rain, and now they are bareback and shoulderless, and their clothes are not covered.

At the same time that Ji Qiu saw the bandit, the thief also saw him, and he was still wondering what was jingling and ran over, and when he got close, he saw it clearly, and after a short period of astonishment, he burst into laughter.

"Haha, you also have a black pot on your back, are you asking for food or escaping the famine?" asked the bandit with a smile.

"You're alone?" asked another bandit.

"You were shouting about the thief just now?" the thief laughed.

Seeing that there were seven or eight thieves, Ji Qiu was a little stunned, he didn't have aura cultivation, he only had some three-legged cat kung fu, and he didn't bring weapons on his body, so many people, I'm afraid he couldn't beat them.

And Uncle Ji Haoran of Xiaotang is even more not, although he boasts that the jade tree is in the wind, chic and chivalrous, his martial arts are commonplace, and he is afraid that he is not as good as him.

Now that the wood is complete, he can only shout hard, "You killed and killed, retribution has arrived, my uncle will come immediately, wait for you to die." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ji Haoran paced slowly from behind, originally with a serious face, and when he saw the scene in the field, he was instantly shocked.

Ji Qiu originally thought that Ji Haoran was jealous because of the large number of people on the other side, but he tilted his head and looked, no, this guy was looking at the two young women who were not clothed.

Ji Qiu was sad and helpless, crying and laughing, he grew up with Ji Haoran, and he couldn't understand this little uncle anymore, this person died to save face, loved vanity, and pretended to be profound, full of truth, in fact, he didn't pull down the problems that young people should have, but it was not right to say that he was hypocritical, because Ji Haoran was still very good, at least very good to him.

As the saying goes, knowing the son is Mo Ruo's father, Yunyang City Lord Ji Dongyang also has a headache for his lone seedling, in order to hone his impetuous, bluffing temperament, he specially sent Ji Haoran to the Lanxiang Study House to meditate and study, the Lanxiang Study House is not a school or a private school, but Ji Dongyang's summer retreat, usually there is no one, Ji Haoran can't bear the loneliness, and he is about to be suffocated, and before he went crazy, Ji Dongyang released the letter bird and asked him to come back to participate in the selection of disciples of the Soul Suppression League.

Ji Qiu shouted before that his uncle was coming soon, and the thieves thought that he was a powerful character, but he didn't think that he was also a hairy young man, not a few years older than Ji Qiu, and he ignored them after he came, but stared at the two young women intently.

"Hey, boy, what are you looking at? I want to rob you, these two little ladies are ours. "The lead bandit is a bearded man with a ghost-headed knife in his hand.

Hearing the thief's shout, Ji Haoran came back to his senses, and hurriedly turned his head to look at the beard, his face was serious, and his words were righteous, "Pity the two weak women who have no power to restrain the chicken, you are so ruthless, there are as many as six bruises and wounds on your body." ”

"You fucking look closely, why don't you look at the two people on the ground who have lost their heads?" the beard flicked his big knife, "on, kill this sanctimonious hypocrite." ”

Hearing the words of the thief leader, the two thieves came out of the group, brandishing their long knives and approaching with a cruel smile.

"Ji Qiu, what are you doing with a spatula and a kitchen knife? Ji Haoran was not afraid of danger.

"Uncle?" Ji Qiu has a spatula in his left hand and a kitchen knife in his right hand, he doesn't have any weapons in his hand, so he can only make do with it.

"Stand down. Ji Haoran dragged his voice.

"Okay, uncle, let me when you pack them up, don't be tired of you. Ji Qiu slowly stepped back, he knew Ji Haoran too well, if the other party went together, Ji Haoran wouldn't be able to beat others at all.

Seeing the two thieves approaching with a cruel smile, Ji Haoran said with a straight face, "God has the virtue of a good life, now you are lost, sincerely repent, and there may be a glimmer of life." ”

Hearing Ji Haoran's words, his beard was annoyed and annoyed, and he waved his hand again and again, urging eagerly, "But the fuck annoys me, let's die, let's die......"