With the monk's keen sense, the young man knew that these men were either evil or thieves as early as the time he got on board.

However, even if the answer is already known, it must be said by the master's mouth, and it must not steal the limelight.

You must learn to be a human being.

This is important.

Despite the extreme pain of the injured body, Yang Tianhong still said word by word: "They, they are human traffickers." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, a scream came from the top of everyone's heads again.

It was another child who wanted to follow Yang Tianhong's example and jumped out of the window.

The villains on duty are not fools.

Yang Tianhong, who was the first to jump out, was an exception in negligence, and of course the other children behind could not have the same luck.

This kind of escape behavior that is enough to make the villain smash his job and even lose his head makes the villain suddenly have an extremely murderous psychology.

The people standing on the deck saw that the child who was stuck in the window was dragged back by force. Then there was a terrible scream from the top cabin.

Then, a bloody child's head flew out of the window.

The knowledge and experience of the girl in blue are obviously inferior to those of young people and middle-aged masters. Out of female instinct, she almost subconsciously released a flying sword.

Yang Tianhong's eyes widened suddenly.

It was indeed a flying sword. It was about two feet long, with a pale cyan glow on its surface.

The girl in blue originally wore this sword on her waist, she casually pulled the sword out of the scabbard, and threw it lightly into the air, and the steel sword suddenly turned into a blue light, and in front of everyone's eyes, it penetrated straight through the throat of the evil man who grabbed Yang Tianhong's arm.

The throat of the big man, who was nearly two meters tall, suddenly spurted blood like a spring. He clutched the wound on his neck with both hands, his eyes filled with unbelievable fear, and he took a few steps backwards and rolled on his back.

The cyan flying sword returned to the blue-clothed girl, hovering about half a meter from her shoulder. Every time the girl changes position, the flying sword will follow. It's as if it were a pet with its own spirituality.

Yang Tianhong was stunned.

There were only two words left in his mind———— immortal.

He always thought that these people should be knights with strong martial arts, or high-ranking officials with strong guards around him, but he didn't expect that they were actually immortals.

That's a flying sword, not a drone.

Shocked, Yang Tianhong didn't notice that a long-life lock hanging on his chest and hidden in his underwear gradually exuded a strange warmth after being soaked in his own blood.

This lock was left by the original owner of this body, who had never met his mother.

The shape of the lock is very strange, and the material is neither gold nor silver. Zhang Huahua looked for someone to see it, and they all said that this lock was worthless, and she couldn't even sell it. Because of this, Yang Tianhong has been preserved to this day.

All of this is information in the memory of the original owner of the body.

At this moment, Yang Tianhong has no time to pay attention to these. He clung to the feet of the girl in blue, refusing to let go in the slightest.

Things finally went according to his plan.

Although the girl in blue killed a little late, and the righteous psychology was not as strong as she imagined, in any case, as long as any of the three guests on the boat did it, things would take a turn for the better.

Zhang Mazi stared at Yang Tianhong fiercely and abnormally, his eyes were full of cruel killing intent and resentment.

He never dreamed that things would happen to a child.

When I was trading with the peasant woman named Zhang Huahua before, the mother-in-law said that this kid is only nine years old this year.

How dare a nine-year-old jump from such a high top cabin?

Can a nine-year-old know who is the real helper, and behave like this in front of others with tears in his eyes?

Nima liars!

I think this kid is at least ten years old.

Now I have the courage to do that...... If this kid grows up a little more, will it still be there?

Zhang Mazi felt a twitch in his body for no reason. He swallowed hard, turned around, arched his hand at the middle-aged man with a cold expression, and said in the most humble and pleading tone he had never had in his life: "Immortal Master, this is a matter between us and ordinary people, and I hope that you will have a large number of adults and do not interfere arbitrarily." ”

The monk's indifference to the affairs of the mortal world is the biggest reliance on Zhang Mazi to say this.

The expression on the middle-aged man's face has not changed, it is still majestic and plain, as if he seems indifferent to everything.

He remained unfazed until the moment when the girl in blue suddenly issued a flying sword, and then he sighed secretly.

This young female apprentice was really too impulsive.

From here to Yuezhou, it is at most half an hour to control the flying sword. The reason why I chose to take the ship of the worldly people is to let the disciples understand more about the world. It is important to concentrate on cultivation, but if you want to study the Dao, you need to know more than just improving your cultivation.

If you don't kill with your sword, you can stand by and watch.

The problem is that the villain is dead.

The kid who jumped from the top cabin didn't lie: the owner of the ship, apparently, was not of a good kind.

Immortals don't meddle in mundane matters.

However, there are exceptions to everything.

The middle-aged man glanced at the young man standing next to him holding a long sword, and commanded lightly: "Those who are evil will have their retribution." Do it! ”

……

The huge wooden boat was floating on the river all the time, and the hull of the ship was on fire, very violently. Night had fallen, and the roaring light of the fire stood out in the darkness, and even from a long distance, it could still be seen clearly.

Between the flickering and chaotic light of the fire, corpses could be seen from time to time. There are traffickers dressed in black, and there are burly strong men. They lay on the deck, unaware of the flames that were gradually enveloping their bodies.

Yang Tianhong and the rest of the children were rescued and brought to shore.

The middle-aged man said only one sentence.

"Alright, you guys should escape!"

Immortals are not equal to good people, so naturally there is no reason to escort every child home safely.

Being able to do this step now, middle-aged people feel that it is already the greatest good deed to secular people since they have cultivated the Tao.

If the target of the help was not Yang Tianhong, but a seriously injured monk, the middle-aged man would definitely not hesitate to lend a hand.

That means that you can get the gratitude of a monk. He will take out the elixir and the spiritual fruit as a reward, and even owe himself a favor, stand on his side at a critical time, and fight the enemy together.

Now, it was a group of mortals who were rescued. They were just as grateful to me, but what did I get?

Coins?

Silver?

These things, the immortals don't need at all.

The children who have been trafficked are so young that they don't even know the world. It's close to the main road and there is a market town not far away. Sensible children will kneel on the ground and kowtow a few times, and the ignorant ones will simply turn around and leave, without even a word "thank you".

The world is hot and cold, but that's it!

The middle-aged man sighed softly, intending to take out the flying sword and leave.

When his right hand just touched the hilt of the sword on his waist, the middle-aged man's gaze froze slightly.

He saw Yang Tianhong, who had been kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to himself.

I didn't carefully count how many knocks I had, but from the beginning to the present, there have always been hundreds of times.

Moreover, all of them are audible rings.

In the dark, you can vaguely see that Yang Tianhong's forehead is full of blood, his skin is extremely terrifying, but his eyes have been releasing an extremely fanatical look.

"Ask the immortal master to take me as a slave! I am willing to serve the immortal master for the rest of my life! ”

Yang Tianhong kept repeating this sentence.

Everyone's thoughts change according to their own experiences.

Initially, Yang Tianhong just wanted to escape from Zhang Mazi's hands. As long as you leave that ship, with your own reincarnated experience and ability, you can live well, and maybe even become a great wealth in this world.

Freed from the threat of death and calmed down from his fear and shock, Yang Tianhong began to think carefully about his current situation.

Surviving in a strange world is not ordinarily difficult.

What's more, the life experience of the original owner of this body is a mystery.

Gold is an extremely valuable currency.

People who can come up with a single ingot of gold are often either blessed or expensive.

If it weren't for the desperation, the woman wouldn't have entrusted the baby to Zhang Huahua to raise. Behind this, there may be an extremely terrible, death-defying conspiracy.

After thinking about it, the best way out at present is to follow these three monks and worship them as teachers.

Of course, things like apprenticeship are just thinking about it in your head at most.

If it is easy to win the favor of immortals, then monks will not be so rare, but the sky is full of immortals who come and go with flying swords.

What Yang Tianhong really wanted to say was actually "Ask the immortal master to accept me as an apprentice." ”

He knew very well that as long as he said this, the young man standing opposite would definitely make a mockery and laugh at him.

The girl in blue may be pitiful, but she will never help herself to speak.

As for the middle-aged man who can decide his own fate, that is, the master of the two, I'm afraid he just let out a cold snort of disdain from his nostrils.

I've already saved your life, but you want to be my apprentice?

Isn't this a delusional attempt to ascend to the sky in one step?

Therefore, Yang Tianhong adopted a very compromise approach, which is also completely in line with his current identity.

Ask the immortal master to take me as a slave!

A slave is very different from an apprentice.

But in any case, as long as he can change his current situation, even if it is a worse identity than this, as long as he can follow these monks, Yang Tianhong is willing to accept it.

He saw with his own eyes the fierce and powerful Zhang Mazi groveling in front of the immortals.

This is the difference between mortals and immortals.

"The immortal master's great grace for life, Tianhong is unforgettable. I can't repay my hatred, so I beg the immortal master to take me as a slave and serve the immortal master all the time. I am willing to serve tea and water, laundry and cooking, and let the immortal master drive me. If Yang Tianhong has a descendant, the Yang family has been an immortal slave for generations. This heart can be seen from the sun and the moon, if you violate the oath, the sky will be angry! ”

It's rare to hear someone make a vow in such a resolute tone. Even the young man who had been sneering with a sneer on his face couldn't help but be moved by Yang Tianhong's extremely resolute oath, and his expression gradually became solemn.

Yang Tianhong has been kowtowing desperately, and blood is splashing on the ground. The flesh on his forehead was torn open, revealing even his bones.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, standing there quietly, looking at Yang Tianhong with scrutinizing eyes.

In all fairness, he didn't like the kid.

Jumping from such a high top cabin, he called for help in his own miserable condition. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would have been hard to believe that this was a nine-year-old child.

Such a child is smart and intelligent, but his scheming is too heavy, and when he grows up, if he is not a virtuous and virtuous wise man, he is a cunning and ruthless traitor.

Who can say what will happen in the future?

But whenever things are likely to evolve in a bad way, it is natural that few people think about the good side.

However, Yang Tianhong's words, as well as kowtowing as if he didn't know the pain at this moment, made the middle-aged man have another subtle thought.

At least this kid knows that kindness will be rewarded.

To be able to say something like "slavery forever" in itself means that everything must be abandoned. His heart is unusually resolute, stubborn and tenacious. Thinking back to those things that happened before, the middle-aged man himself was surprised: a child would rather risk being thrown to death in order to survive. Looking at the front and back, isn't this exactly the "determination" that cultivators are striving for?

In a trance, the middle-aged man felt that his cultivation had faintly improved. The touch from the depths of the soul seemed to open a crack in the closed window. Although he didn't see everything, he was already able to get a glimpse of the long-awaited immortal path.

"Look up."

Looking at Yang Tianhong's eyes that were all bright red with blood, full of determination and gratitude, a smile appeared on the middle-aged man's rigid and cold face.

He took out a jade bottle, poured out a white round pill the size of a little thumb, and handed it to Yang Tianhong.

"This is a body forging pill, it can heal your injuries."

Next, Yang Tianhong knew the name of the middle-aged man: Lu Weiye.

The young man and the girl in blue are both Lu Weiye's apprentices, and their names are Kong Jin and Su Jingshuang respectively.

In the meantime, Kong Jin helped Yang Tianhong, and the four of them left.

……

The surface of the water, which was as black as ink, suddenly rippled in a circle, and then quickly turned into violent fluctuations, and a dying man, soaked from top to bottom, flipped from the water to a broken deck, gasping for breath.

Zhang Mazi is not dead.

When the young man, that is, the monk Kong Jin swung his sword to kill, Zhang Mazi saw that the situation was not good, and jumped off the boat. Despite this, he was stabbed in the waist by Kong Jin's flying sword, leaving a huge wound more than ten centimeters long.

Once the decision is made, the immortals are more ruthless than the officers and soldiers and the catchers. Except for the trafficked children, no one survived on board.

Looking at the direction in which the immortals disappeared in the distance, Zhang Mazi clenched his fists hard. His eyes were full of tears of remorse, his lips trembling and whitened from the cold water, and he spat out a few words full of monstrous hatred from between his teeth.

"If you don't take revenge, you swear not to be a man!"