The scholar who had a broken arm saw Liu Menghan holding his only remaining arm, and cried loudly: "Saved, finally saved, I thought I would die here, I didn't expect that I was still alive now, it's good to be alive!" ”

The scholar whose delicate face was cut in half with a knife also cried, but his cry was weak: "Yes, it's good to survive, hiss, I promise, I will hiss again in the future, and I won't stay in bed, I am willing to hiss, every day by the bookbox, no matter how heavy it is, Qingfeng, I will never fight with you again, I will no longer hiss, grab snacks with you, I am so homesick, when will we hiss, wait for home?" Tears flowed through his wound, and the pain that seemed to tear the wound made the scholar stammer.

"Mingyue, we survived, we were rescued, we will be able to go home soon, I am so homesick, I miss the bed at home. When I mentioned the bed, I was so sleepy, I wanted to sleep, I was so sleepy. As he spoke, the child, who had a broken arm, suddenly lost his voice.

"Breeze? Breeze! The scholar, whose delicate face was cut in half with a knife, watched the young man with a broken arm fall straight to the ground, and hurriedly called out the name of his friend, but he found that his shouting became less and less powerful, and finally, even his own shouting voice could not be shouted out of his mouth, and then, he also closed his eyes.

Liu Menghan quietly watched the two scholars silently, she didn't say anything, just slowly withdrew her hands. No matter how hard she tried, it was useless, and the two scholars had already left because of excessive bleeding and severe head injuries, and no one was powerless to do so.

When the scholar heard this, he turned his head and saw two scholars lying on the ground, their eyes closed peacefully, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep, in which they dreamed of going home, perhaps, in this dream, their friends were waiting to play with them, their mentors were scolding them for being naughty, their favorite food, and their most hated books. However, all this can only appear in their dreams, because they have fallen asleep.

Looking at the two scholars who were sleeping, the scholar's eyes were red, he roared like a beast, and he didn't dodge the single knife of the three-rank martial artist, and swung his sword to stab the martial artist's chest, which was a life-for-life fight.

Although the scholar had the intention to change his life, but the warrior didn't want to explain it like this, so he took a few steps back, and at the same time waved his knife in front of him, but this retreat made him fall into passivity. So the battle situation on the scholar's side was reversed from before.

However, this is only temporary, because of the madness of the scholar, and neglected the resistance to the four martial artists, the four martial artists joined forces, and slashed the scholar several times in the back of the scholar, the scholar was in unbearable pain, lost the long sword, and the warrior saw the opportunity to kill the scholar.

Xie Wuchang snorted coldly, rushed to the scholar's body, picked up the scholar's sword, and with a single stab, the sword pierced the martial artist's eyebrows, and the martial artist was killed instantly. Seeing the death of the warrior, the four martial artists scattered and fled, Xie Wuchang waved his sword, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the four wisps of sword qi went straight to the four people, and the four people were chased by the sword qi, and their bodies stiffened, and they did not move again. Xie Wuchang's sword qi had already destroyed the hearts of the four of them, and the four of them also went down to pay for the scholar's scholar's life.

And Chen Zhinan's side, the six people are not Chen Zhinan's opponents, Chen Zhinan saw the death of the scholar, how could he be merciful to these six wicked people who can kill children, he was furious in his heart, the marksmanship was more ruthless and sharp than Fang Cai, and the six people were shocked by the two swords of Fang Cai Xie Impermanence, and before he came back to his senses, Chen Zhinan's gun had already arrived, and the gun shadow in front of him was like rain, and none of the six people dodged, each of them had several guns, and they were killed on the spot.

Seeing that all ten people were killed, the scholar wowed, cried bitterly, staggered to the scholar's side, slowly stroked the immature faces of the two scholars with his hands, and said sadly: "Qingfeng, Mingyue, it's my fault, I shouldn't have brought the two of you to Qishan, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I will compensate you for the teacher, and take you home for the teacher." As he spoke, the scholar kowtowed to the corpses of the two, and the sound of kowtowing was deafening, and the kowtow broke and the blood flowed.

"Sir, people can't be resurrected after death, please mourn." Chen Zhinan walked to the scholar's side, pressed his hands on the scholar's shoulders, and held the scholar's body tightly, he was worried that the scholar would knock himself to death here.

At this time, although the scholar was still very sad and could not come out of the severe pain, but years of cultivation allowed the scholar to restrain his grief with great spiritual strength.

The scholar endured a huge grief, turned around, and hurriedly thanked Chen Zhinan and the three: "Under Liu Wenju, the professor of the Chizhou Branch of the Baiyun Pavilion of the Great Song Dynasty, thank you for the grace of saving your life, and the grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring, if the three of you need someone Liu in the future, you can go to Baiyun Pavilion to find me, but there is a drive, and someone Liu will not give up!" "After that, I will kowtow to the three of them.

Chen Zhinan immediately helped Liu Wenju and said, "Mr. Liu, you are polite, you don't have enough to worry about, don't care too much." ”

"Mr. Liu, I have a matter that I don't know whether to ask or not." Liu Menghan suddenly interjected and asked.

"Excuse me." Liu Wenju looked at Liu Menghan, although this girl has a mediocre appearance, she has a noble temperament in a high position, and when she looks at her temperament, she knows that this woman has poetry and books in her belly. This made Liu Wenju very surprised, he couldn't imagine that he would meet such a beautiful woman in this remote place.

"Sir is not like a person who is easy to make enemies, who are these people? And how did the gentleman settle a grudge against this group of people? Liu Menghan looked at Liu Wenju's eyes and asked seriously.

"To be honest, I don't know where these people come from. I heard that Marshal Yue had come to Chizhou and left a legacy, and the pavilion lord was very concerned about this. Our Chizhou Baiyun Pavilion has been based on this since the establishment of the Southern Song Dynasty, but has never found in any ancient books that Chizhou has Cuiwei Pavilion this monument, the pavilion owner suspected that this was a conspiracy, so he sent me to investigate, I talked with a number of friends from the rivers and lakes along the way, to understand the source of their news, and found that the news should have spread recently, but Marshal Yue has passed away for nearly fifty years, if there is really a inheritance, it will definitely not be spread at this time, there must be a problem with this matter, and my strength is no longer enough to deal with the current problem, So he planned to go back to the pavilion to report to the pavilion master, but he didn't want to, and on the way down the mountain, he encountered this gang of thieves to intercept and kill. ”