Uncle Tao's full name is Tang Haitao, a martial artist with five-grade qualifications, and he hit it off with his great-father more than ten years ago and became close friends. It's a pity that his background is poor, and the level of the internal strength heart method he cultivates is only a yellow-level high-grade technique that he ventured in his early years, and he should have been injured in his early years, which affected the speed of cultivation, so until now, his cultivation is only in the middle stage of martial arts.

Uncle Tao has been guilty of being poisoned in the early years when Zeng Qingwu was injured in order to save him in the early years, and he did not support Zeng Yihao and his son financially, and he frequently bought medicine to boil it himself, and in the heart of the former owner of this body, his status was no less than that of his father-in-law.

It's just that for some reason, my great-father mentioned that I wanted Zeng Yihao to worship Uncle Tao as my father-in-law, but he was rejected, but the relationship is getting better and better.

"Could it be that my father saw that I hadn't returned for a long time, so he asked Uncle Tao to come to me!" Zeng Yihao was excited and grateful, and he ignored the unexplained sense of disharmony that suddenly arose in his heart.

"Alas, Brother Tang is really affectionate and righteous, and he is willing to take risks to rescue Zeng Yihao, a stupid and resource-wasting waste of martial arts. In fact, according to my old nonsense, falling from this 'hundred zhang death', even if there are those ancient trees blocking it, there is no reason to survive! Although his father used to be a master in the late stage of martial arts, but now he has not recovered from his poisonous injuries for many years, and he has long had no future, and he is only an eight-grade wasted talent, and his surname is poor, and he is not a descendant of a big family, why do you bother?" This is another rather strange and slightly sharp middle-aged man's voice, revealing a little weakness, and he is full of contempt for Zeng Yihao's father and son, and he is very snobbish.

Zeng Yihao himself is not a person who cares much about other people's thoughts, but at this time, hearing others unscrupulously belittle "himself" and his father, a nameless fire suddenly grew in his heart.

What's wrong with poor cultivation qualifications? There are no human rights? It's not worth saving? It's good to have cultivation qualifications!

However, Zeng Yihao immediately heard Uncle Tao's calm and cautious answer: "Brother Hu, you have worked hard this time, you can rest assured, as long as the life and death of Yihao's nephew are determined, the one thousand taels of silver promised to you by my brother will be cashed in full!"

"Huh...... Brother Tang still understands my old Hu's feelings. Let's look for it again!" the sharp-edged middle-aged man smiled wryly.

Zeng Yihao was stunned.

A thousand taels of silver?

Uncle Tao was willing to give 1,000 taels of silver to save himself?

Where does he have so much money?

One thousand taels of silver, enough to rent a popular shop in the low-level commercial area of Kuaixianfu City for a year!

In the past, although this Uncle Tao repeatedly supported the Zeng family, he could only give ten taels or fifty taels at most, and he was embarrassed to go straight and shy every time, so he had no money to buy medicine for Zeng Qingwu to completely cure the poison. So, where did this thousand taels of silver come from?

Although he already has a huge sum of 500,000 taels of gold in his hand, Zeng Yihao is not a rich man in his previous life or in this life, so he is still amazed by the thousand taels of silver that Lao Hu said at this moment.

Stunned, Zeng Yihao quickly reacted: "Dizzy! What do I want to do so much? The most important thing now is to leave here immediately! Since Uncle Tao dares to open this mouth, he will naturally not make random promises!"

At the same time, Zeng Yihao's heart also had a warm current quietly flowing movingly.

Uncle Tao is Uncle Tao, different from these snobbish villains.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak out in response.

"......" was just this opening, Zeng Yihao was shocked to realize that he was probably busy all afternoon and did not replenish water in time, his thirsty throat somehow became unusually hoarse, and the voice that should have been crisp and loud couldn't come out at all, even if it was a little **, it was difficult to reach the sky at the moment.

"Damn!" Zeng Yihao suddenly scolded hatefully. The predecessor left the water bladder on the top of the cliff for the convenience of climbing, and now it is naturally impossible to get it, but because of this, if he misses being rescued, he is extremely unwilling. Being rescued by Uncle Tao's thoughtful and careful care all the way back is a completely different feeling from walking back from this wild wilderness alone!

Zeng Yihao scolded himself in annoyance, and was about to run to the treeless open space to attract Uncle Tao's attention, but before he took a step, a shrill middle-aged man's unbelievable exclamation suddenly sounded in his ears, the cry was full of surprise, anger, and disbelief: "Brother Tang, are you crazy, why do you want to harm me?"

Immediately after, there was the sound of the violent staggered collision of two metal weapons, which was very clear and piercing in the silent mountain forest, but it only sounded three times quickly, and then, there was a terrible roar from a middle-aged man with a sharp voice, which shook the entire air echoed and came far away: "No, ......! Tang Haitao, you can't die well!"

"What's going on?" Zeng Yihao suddenly retracted his steps, his eyes froze, he raised his head and widened his eyes and tried his best to look at the top of the tree, but unfortunately he didn't see anything, and his heart suddenly jumped wildly, very uneasy.

A few seconds later, he heard a noisy and rapid flapping of wings, the screams of dozens of birds that had invaded the territory and attacked angrily, and Lao Hu's frightened and frightened shouting: "Animal, get out of the way! Get out of the way! I'll kill you!"

The voice was noticeably closer, and louder.

Zeng Yihao's eyes quickly widened - this voice was not unfamiliar to him at all, it was clearly the group of red feather spirit eagles in the middle of the cliff body of "Hundred Zhang Death" chirping!

"Could it be that Lao Hu was discovered by the eagles and attacked when he was **?" Zeng Yihao couldn't help but speculate nervously.

His heart tightened, his breath was subconsciously held, and he really sweated for this old man in his heart, and even forgot to move on - the previous owner of this body was helpless to ** the cliff because he was defeated by this group of fierce red feather spirit eagles. The desperate situation of being attacked by a large group of fierce eagles under the pressure of the black, until this moment, he still has a deep memory in his mind!

The previous owner, even if he had been prepared for a long time, only barely supported himself for nearly five seconds in the siege of this large flock of eagles, and was pecked at the hand that was holding the rope, and thus fell down.

Even if he doesn't have a good impression of this Lao Hu, Zeng Yihao still sincerely hopes that Lao Hu can escape luckily and not die again, after all, Lao Hu has no grudge against him.

"Can this old Hu be the enemy?"

And just when Zeng Yihao's heart was pounding with nervousness, a few seconds later, in his sight, under the bright sky, he had seen a thin middle-aged man dressed as a samurai in black linen was hurriedly straightening up**, at first it was just a small black shadow, but as the distance quickly narrowed, Zeng Yihao quickly saw the middle-aged man's face full of horror, unwillingness, resentment, and there were many cuts, pecks, and blood flowed on his body.

The fierce wind blew the man's broken clothes, and there was a severed rope around his waist, cutting a long brown-black arc in mid-air, but unfortunately it could no longer provide him with any protection, but the weight accelerated the fall of the thin middle-aged man.

This person is not Uncle Tao, it is estimated that he is the old Hu.

"How so? The rope ...... and the scream...... That fight...... Uncle Tao, what's wrong with him?" The sudden transformation of elbows and armpits made Zeng Yihao's brain chaotic.

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