Wang Tengfei, you disloyal and unfilial rebel!"

A half-white-haired clan elder shouted bitterly, his body trembled, his face was extremely hideous, he stopped his pursuit, turned around and ran towards the clan ancestral hall.

Seeing this, another clan elder scolded: "The ancestor said that they must be kept!"

"What's the stop? Take your life? Take the lives of your family?" The half-white-haired clan elder shook off the blocking hand and ran anxiously in the direction of the ancestral hall.

The hearts of the pursuing clan elders fluctuated, and soon, most of the people dispersed, and the rest of them were also unable to chase anymore, so they could only watch Wang Tengfei leave with Zhao Wujiang on his back.

"They, they can't get out of the state, Zhao Wujiang is so seriously injured, he must be treated, it can't be delayed for a long time."

The old man of the clan had a grim look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Let's go and treat the old ancestor first, and then we will set off together, as long as the state is blocked, he Zhao Wujiang will not be able to escape!"

Hazy, gray fog.

Heaven and earth are vast, there are crying, there are screams, there are the sound of gold and iron colliding, there is the dull popping sound of blunt objects sinking into the flesh, there are violent gasps, all kinds of sounds echo in the heaven and earth, faintly, sometimes and now.

"Little Zhao?"

The immature voice sounded, with pampering.

"Little Zhao!"

Another soft call, with anger.

"Huh?"

Zhao Wujiang slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was such a familiar and unfamiliar room, with extremely shabby furnishings, and a girl with pigtails was staring at him.

"You're asleep again, and you haven't recited the poem that Mr. told me today!" The girl's clothes were old and patched, and she had her hands on her waist and a spatula in her hands.

"Sister, I've had a long dream" Zhao Wujiang blurted out, his head extremely dizzy, he shook his head and stood up slowly.

In front of me was a rotten wooden table with greasy and old textbooks spread out on it.

The girl made a straight face and knocked on Zhao Wujiang's head, "I see that you just don't want to recite poetry well, hum." Let's go wash our faces and eat lunch."

Zhao Wujiang nodded, and the girl turned around, walked to the stove a few steps away, stepped on a small bench, and stir-fried the dark lunch in the cauldron.

Zhao Wujiang rubbed his cheeks, the copper mirror in front of him was hazy, all of them were mottled marks that could not be washed, but he still faintly saw his current face from them.

The child's face was young and dark, and his eyes were blank and suspicious.

He was slightly stunned, there seemed to be something hidden in his mind, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember.

The lunch ended quickly, and Zhao Wujiang didn't move a mouthful of the two bowls of black rice, while the pigtailed girl ate half of it with relish.

Then, she glared at Zhao Wujiang, respectfully picked up her remaining lunch, and pulled Zhao Wujiang out of the door.

They climbed up the back hill, which was a bit steep, and as they climbed the hill, they both gasped for breath.

Zhao Wujiang's stomach rumbled, and the girl said angrily, "If you don't eat just now, I'll starve you to death."

They walked through the lush vegetation and came to a flat land, where there were many weeds, and the girl stuffed the remaining half bowl of rice into Zhao Wujiang's hand, "You can't eat it now!"

She rolled up her sleeves and began to clear the weeds.

Zhao Wujiang stared blankly at the flat ground in front of him, to be precise, at the two tombstones in front of him.

It is a bit inappropriate to call them tombstones, because except for the one on the right, which is made of bluestone slabs, the tomb on the left is made of stones and clods.

On the stone pile on the tomb on the left, the five words "Tomb of Zhao Changyuan" are written crookedly in carbon black.

On the bluestone tombstone on the right, there are six big characters with proudly handwriting like a dragon, "The Tomb of Beloved Wife Yao Yao".

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were hot for no reason, his legs were paralyzed, he staggered to the two tombstones, and fell to his knees with a pop.

The pigtailed girl looked sideways, her eyes were slightly red for a moment, she quickly turned her little face, raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and continued to clear the overgrown weeds.

"Dad, mother, I'm back."

The valve of memory in Zhao Wujiang's mind was opened, and the rushing memories swept through his mind.

He leaned his little face against the bluestone tombstone, which was cold to the touch, but he felt peace of mind that he had never felt before.

There is a whispering of the evening breeze, soft into the heart.

"Don't be afraid."

"Don't be afraid."

And the state of Mushan, 35 miles away from Taiyuan.

The mountain road is dense and forested.

Wang Xi clenched Zhao Wujiang's hand tightly at the moment, tears rolled in his beautiful eyes, since Zhao Wujiang was brought back by Ah Fei, his breath was weak, his face was pale, he was trembling all the time, and his mouth was constantly babbling, although he couldn't hear it really, he could feel extremely fragile.

"Xi'er, how long will it take for the Jianghu Alliance to help?"

Wang Tengfei's coarse linen clothes were covered with dark bloodstains, and in just two days that Zhao Wujiang was in a coma, they ushered in several rounds of fighting, if it weren't for the support of more than a dozen clan elders in their lineage, I am afraid that they would have died long ago.

Wang Xi scattered several white pigeons from the Jianghu League last night, some flew to the nearest Jianghu League in Hedong Province, some flew to Chang'an, and some flew further to Lingnan Road.

"It's coming." Wang Xi's long hair has been tied up again, and the high ponytail is flicking, heroic and sinister.

"Woohoo"

A few wind-breaking sounds sounded, and several elders of the Wang Yuan clan who had already changed their clothes came back from inquiring about the news.

"Third Miss, Second Young Master, the situation is not good, the way forward has been blocked, at most if you go out of Mu Mountain for ten miles, you will encounter someone who intercepts and kills!"

"Wait."

Wang Xi said in a deep voice:

"Chang'an is two days away from this at most, and she will definitely send someone to hurry up! qs

If the allies of the Jianghu Alliance are in a hurry, they will be able to rush to the aid tomorrow, we wait, the Wang Clan's pursuers do not know that we are in Mushan at the moment, even if they search, they may not be able to find us for a while!"

Wang Tengfei nodded, although he didn't know who the "she" in Wang Xi's mouth was, but since he was so sure, he must be a powerful helper, he took off his blood-stained sackcloth, looked at Zhao Wujiang's pale cheeks, and said in a deep voice:

"After two days of running, Brother Zhao's breath has always been unstable, and he must be healed! Otherwise, if it was so bumpy, his injuries would only be worse!"

The nine clan elders who looked vigilant all around:

"The old men heal my uncle's wounds first! If he can recover quickly, any problem will be solved!"

"It's a pity that there is almost no water in the world, otherwise, he will definitely be fine!" Wang Xi sighed.

"Not necessarily!"

A chuckle resounded through the forest.

"Who!"

Wang Xi and the others looked vigilant for a moment, and the clan elders of the nine grandmasters and the great grandmaster slowly retreated, protecting Wang Xi, Wang Tengfei, and Zhao Wujiang in the middle.

The sound of shoes and boots stepping on the soft soil sounded, and a tall figure slowly walked out.

The visitor was a young man, about twenty-five in his twenties, handsome, with a slightly thin face, a high nose and deep eyes, a shallow smile on his mouth, a slightly upturned mustache, and a sparse beard on his chin.

He was dressed in a gray robe, and his belt was a rag, bulging as if wrapped in treasures.

Seeing that Wang Xi and the others looked solemn and full of murderous aura, the young man smiled slightly and hugged his fists to salute:

"Don't panic, I'm here to save you!"

Behind him came several men, stout, with fleshy faces and fierce appearances.

"Who are you?" The elder of the clan said coldly, he is the cultivation of the great grandmaster, and he feels that the few people in front of him clearly have no advanced cultivation, and the gray-shirted man who takes the lead is only close to the realm of the extraordinary powerhouse.

The young man smiled indifferently, his left hand kept rubbing the rag belt, and he said lightly:

"Di Renjie, the word Huaiying!"

(End of chapter)