According to statistics compiled by experts, if a soldier says something like asking for death before the battle, the chance of being killed increases by at least 75%.

If this is the villain, then his chance of dying suddenly soars to 95. 5%。

Why do you want to say this?

It's very simple, this is just to prove that Zhao Si, the one-eyed bandit leader who was knocked over by Zhao Yan with the Eight Desolations Exorcision Sword with a sheath, is lucky not to belong to the category of fighting villains, but just a miscellaneous soldier...... Nothing more.

"Who else wants to buy the road money?"

Zhao Yan, who easily knocked down Zheng Si, looked around and made a handsome posture of drawing his sword out of the sheath.

It's a pity that Zhao Yan soon had to draw his sword and look around, because those so-called robbers who were beaten by Chu Chengyuan with his insidious Sanjiang Wave Palm struck the balls scrambled to get up and flee in all directions after shouting.

"Hey, Dadao Zheng Si, your brothers are not powerful, they actually left you, the boss, and took the lead in victory. ”

Zhao Yan stabbed the one-eyed bandit leader who was still lying on the ground and couldn't get up, and introduced the situation leisurely with some discord.

"Hmph, it was Uncle Ben who ordered them to do this, even Uncle Ben can't beat the enemy, their bastard Wang Ba stayed, it was nothing more than sending them to death, if they didn't run, would they stay with Uncle Ben to suffer together?"

Unexpectedly, Zheng Si, the leader of the one-eyed bandits, actually hummed and replied to Zhao Yan.

"Boy, Uncle Ben is clumsy and not as good as others, and there is nothing to resent when planted in your hands. Is it a punishment or a punishment for you to get it quickly, Uncle Ben is sure that his eyebrows are half a step. If it's wrinkled, you'll raise it!"

Although the appointed person was lying on the ground, this big sword Zheng Si seemed to be a loser who did not lose his mouth. That's why he said so with a hard mouth.

Zhao Yan didn't say a word, he drew his sword out of the sheath and aimed at the eyebrows of Zheng Si, the big knife, and stabbed it murderously!

But the final result was not that Zheng Si, a dead duck with a hard mouth, hated Zhao Yan's sword, because Zhao Yan's Eight Desolation Exorcision Sword was firmly fixed at the limit position of only half an inch at most from the center of Zheng Si's eyebrows.

"It's kind of funny, but I really didn't blink. Zhao Yan slowly put the document into the sheath, and then praised it again: "Boss Zheng, this young master is blind." You...... It really wasn't raised by Young Master Ben. ”

Before Zhao Yan's words fell, Zheng Si, the big knife lying on the ground, blinked wildly with a cold sweat, and he knocked on Zhao Yan's eyes, and he became full of fear of dying and surviving.

Then, this bandit leader, who was quite fierce and had a good performance just now, rolled his eyes and tilted his head and lay on the ground.

Ay?!

Which one is this playing?

You unexaggerated soul, so hold on to the end!

Zhao Yan's heart. There was another group of grass and mud horses jumping past in dressage, and with his mortal-level intelligence, which was not low, of course, he could quickly come to the conclusion that the bandit leader in front of him was actually stunned by himself.

It's definitely a sad bad review. You must know that the road is just now, Zhao Yan still has a heart of love for talents, and plans to collapse this Taishan in front of him without changing the color of the big sword Zheng Si. Temporarily used as a servant for a few days.

I didn't think about it, and the cowhide that had just been blown up. Declared bankrupt so quickly......

"Heh, Erlang, Erlang. I didn't expect that, Erlang, you are so romantic, and even raised such a big child, are you really not afraid of Zixuan's girl, carrying a leather whip to hunt you down all over the world?"

Jiang Xinyue covered her lips and happily teased Zhao Yan.

"Sister Xinyue, you've become unkind......"

Zhao Yan couldn't cry or laugh.

"I learned it all from Erlang, just like Erlang you once said - those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. ”

Looking at Zhao Yan's tangled expression, the smile on Jiang Xinyue's face became more and more brilliant.

Did Young Master Ben even accidentally say this kind of philosophical saying?

Zhao Yan rolled his eyes and thought about it, but he didn't remember when he had told Jiang Xinyue, but this thing must exist, so ...... When did you accidentally slip out of your mouth when you were talking nonsense?

So Zhao Yan shrugged his shoulders and slightly alleviated the slightly embarrassing scene.

"Okay, okay, don't worry about this stupid guy who has lost the face of the robbers, I think we'd better speed up, after all, if Young Master Ben is not mistaken, Lang Huan's Mansion is still a little far from here, and Young Master Ben doesn't want to sleep on the streets tonight. ”

In order to save face, Zhao Yan lost the car and showed it off.

And as soon as these words came out, as Zhao Yan expected, Chu Chengyuan, who had finally survived after the "desperate" fight, successfully returned to normal in an instant from a state of panic.

"Yes, yes, we must rush to Langhuan Mansion immediately, the time is indeed not early, and sleeping on the street ......" Chu Chengyuan shuddered, he had been robbed with a knife by open fire for most of the day, and he really didn't dare to imagine what would happen to him sleeping on the street, so he added categorically: "Absolutely unacceptable!"

"Sister, of course I have no opinion, what about you, Xia Hua?"

Jiang Xinyue, who felt that she had made fun of Zhao Yan enough, also echoed Zhao Yan in moderation.

"Of course the slave listens to the second young master!"

is no different from usual, Xia Hua's little girl's attitude is that Zhao Yan wants to do what she wants, and she will do what she wants.

So, the adventure team that had been robbed finally set off again.

This time, even Chu Chengyuan, who was anxious to go to Langhuan's Mansion three hundred years ago and take a look, did not dare to go too far from Zhao Yan, who was like a protective god.

When Zhao Yan and his entourage turned the corner, Zheng Si, who was lying unconscious on the ground with his eyes rolled, turned his eyes and turned around cautiously twice.

After another moment, Zheng Si finally got up cautiously.

", I'm scared to death Uncle Ben!Where the hell is this ruthless person who came out of here, he is so young and his martial arts are so high?!" Zheng Si, the big knife who sat on the ground. Talking to himself with palpitations, he reached out to wipe his sweaty forehead. Then he continued: "Fortunately, this kid is not the kind of ruthless character. Otherwise, Uncle Ben won't know how Lu Dao died this time! What a fast sword, such a fast sword......"

When he muttered here, Dadao Zheng Si looked around, and then shouted at the top of his throat: "You bastard kings, why don't you hurry up and get out of Uncle Ben! Do you want Uncle Ben to carry a knife and see you as eighteen pieces one by one?!"

With the roar of the big sword Zheng Si, the robbers who had previously shouted and fled in all directions, one by one, came out of the rubble piles and streets in all directions and gathered to run to the big sword Zheng Si.

"Boss, you're fine, are you?"

"Boss, you're suffering!"

"Boss. As soon as you give the order, we will use the knife to cut down those bastard kings, whoever doesn't go is the grandson!"

"Boss, you are so powerful, you actually scared away those bastard kings, high!

The robbers who gathered around them talked vigorously with all the flattery they could think of.

"Shut up, a bunch of stupid birds, listen to you Uncle Ben will be angry! You, you, you and you! Help Uncle Ben up together! Immediately and immediately now!"

Zheng Si won't tell his men. said that his legs are still limp now, and he can't stand up with his own strength.

I am a big sword Zheng Si, how can I be regarded as the head snake in Huanglong City, there are those martial arts masters in this city. There is no such thing as a big sword, Zheng Si doesn't know what to do, but where did the young man who was either rich or expensive at first glance come from?

When he was helped up by his subordinates. Dadao Zheng Si secretly thought like this, and he became more and more curious about Zhao Yan.

"Let's go. Let's catch up! Those people just now may be some traitorous and traitorous henchmen. As long as the evidence is conclusive, we will make a fortune!"

In order to have a reason to track down at least what sounded above board, Dadao Zheng Siru commanded his men.

......

After repelling the robbers who were robbing with four waves of open fire, Zhao Yan finally saw Langhuan Mansion again.

Like most of the buildings in the city, a large number of wooden materials were used, so that most of the Langhuan Mansion was burned down in the burning fire, and now the remaining landmark buildings are only not too big ponds, and a small pavilion by the pond.

The pond, which was only left with silt at the bottom of the pond, apparently made a great contribution when the fire struck, and used the water originally stored in the pond to protect the small pavilion by the pond.

But on the hillside, only embers and charcoal are left in a "ruin", which proves that Zhao Yan and the others are really a moment late, and the precious classics collected by the poor generations and dozens of generations in Langhuan Mansion have been burned together with the library that collects them.

"Ancestors and ancestors, children are incompetent! children are ashamed of their ancestors and ancestors!"

The mess made Chu Chengyuan finally collapse, and the child knelt down on the edge of the pond, crying so loudly.

Maybe it was because Chu Chengyuan cried too intensely, and the small pavilion, which was originally closed, opened the door in a squeak.

A woman who was no more than thirty years old and had small white flowers in her bun walked out with a boy about ten years old in her arms.

"This ...... Childe, why did you come to cry outside my Langhuan Mansion?"

The woman who was holding the little boy walked up to Chu Chengyuan and asked softly.

Chu Chengyuan raised his hazy teary eyes, and his lips moved twice, as if he wanted to say something.

"Ahem, this lady, my little brother is a bookworm, he heard that the library of your mansion was burned down, so he rushed to it with great difficulty, and he couldn't help crying bitterly for a while, but let you see the joke, madam. ”

Zhao Yan said first, because he knew very well that if Chu Chengyuan was allowed to speak by himself, then Chu Chengyuan would shout affectionately from his grandmother and grandmother, in that case, it would be more difficult to make up the words.

"Childe, is that really the case?"

Probably because she didn't trust Zhao Yan very much, the woman looked at Chu Chengyuan, who was relatively pleasing to the eye and liked the most.

This is normal, after all, Chu Chengyuan is a direct descendant of Langhuan Mansion, and the appearance of this thing will be passed down from father to son until the heir, so this woman in Langhuan Mansion does not look at Chu Chengyuan as the most pleasing to the eye to have a ghost.

Not to mention, Chu Chengyuan's "hanging" of the library that was tragically burned down just now, and that sincere crying was a plus in the heart of that woman.

"Yes......"

Chu Chengyuan looked at the woman in front of him with a complicated expression, and the boy with curiosity in his eyes, he knew that he was most likely the wife and grandmother of his family who went back to ten generations, and the wife ancestor who went back to nine generations, but at this moment, he had already figured it out, even if he told the truth, who would believe it?

Three hundred years later, the descendants will only believe this kind of thing when they go back to three hundred years to see their ancestors, right?

"Yes, ma'am. Xiaosheng, Xiaosheng Yuan Chengchu, since he was a child, he loved to study ancient books, since he heard that Langhuan Mansion has countless book collections, he was extremely yearning for it, but under the mistake, he could only rely on the relics to hang one step late, and countless books were burned Woohoo lamentation, Woo hoo lament......"

Chu Chengyuan endured the mixed feelings in his heart, and said in mature language beyond his age. (To be continued......)