Hearing the shout, Wang Qizhi didn't stop, and continued to punch Wei Buyi in the face, Zhao Shouyang was shocked when he saw this scene, if Wei Buyi was really killed by this little beast, their entire Burial Sword Mountain would really be over.

In a hurry, Zhao Shouyang made a move with his right hand, and Wang Qizhi only felt that his body was uncontrollable, and flew straight towards the former.

Zhao Shouyang grabbed Wang Qizhi's neck and said angrily: "Where did you learn martial arts?" ”

Wang Qizhi was grabbed by the neck like this, even if he wanted to speak, he couldn't make a sound, but he still remembered the picture of learning martial arts in his mind.

At first, the little girl sent many things, including the wordless villain book.

For children who have never been in contact with the outside, they cherish this villain book very much, I don't know how many times they have read it, one day he was really bored, so he quickly flipped the villain book one by one, who knew that the villain inside actually moved, and turned into a phantom into his mind, the boy suddenly felt a headache, and soon fell into a coma.

When the child woke up from the coma, more than a dozen sitting villains suddenly appeared in his mind, and there were many veins in their bodies that continued to the dantian, so he also learned to sit down with these villains and patiently feel the situation in his body.

The young Wang Qizhi suddenly felt a breath of qi in his body, and then followed the veins on the bodies of those villains into the dantian, and he suddenly found that with the assistance of this qi, his strength had increased a lot, but he couldn't use it flexibly.

At that time, he was still young, so he naturally didn't understand that this was the so-called martial arts, and later after repeated practice, his age was also increasing, and he realized that this was the martial arts in those people's mouths.

Wang Qizhi was full of hatred for the master in front of him, he didn't understand, why didn't he ask if he brought the mother and son back here, if his mother was really forced to die, why didn't this master let go of a fart, was it really to let himself be beaten?

He uttered a few words with all his strength, "It's your business!" ”

Zhao Shouyang was almost angry by this, this little pariah did such a big thing, and he dared to refute it, if he didn't teach him a lesson today, how could he explain to the prime minister?

I saw that Zhao Shouyang's left fist gathered a huge internal force, and his right hand was slightly loosened, and a punch hit Wang Qizhi's dantian heavily, and he flew out a hundred steps away in an instant, the internal force was abolished, and the meridians all over his body were broken, and this kind of injury could not last even a few days for a person who practiced martial arts.

Wang Qizhi fell to the ground, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the pain all over his body was almost unbearable, but he still didn't say a word, kneeling on the ground and staring at the "master" opposite.

Zhao Shouyang first came to Wei Buyi, who had long been unconscious, and checked his pulse, and found that he was fine, although the injury was not light, but it was not enough to be fatal, and it would recover after a month, the former was immediately relieved, and immediately sent a disciple to send him down for treatment, as for this matter, he would personally ask the prime minister for guilt.

Standing up from the ground, Zhao Shouyang sighed helplessly, and said to the four disciples who were in charge of guarding Wang Qizhi: "You drag that kid to the burial sword cave, and if he survives in a month, he will continue to be locked in a thatched hut." ”

Everyone thought that the head of the house was joking, looking at the condition of this kid, I am afraid that he will die in three days.

Two of the disciples carried Wang Qizhi's arms on the left and right, and dragged him like a dead dog to a cave in the middle of the back mountain, where more than a dozen white-clothed disciples with long swords were guarding.

The cave is huge, large enough to hold thousands of people, and there are countless small earthen bags, all of which are filled with rusty waste swords, and it seems that this is the burial sword cave.

Wang Qizhi was taken to a small earthen bag in the middle, and after dropping it down, he left the place, and the stone door slowly closed.

The young man's body was in extreme pain, and he had no time to care about the scene here, so he had to cry out in pain, his heart was full of unwillingness and resentment, he didn't understand why everyone treated him like this, even his mother was killed by them, he hadn't taken revenge, so he naturally didn't want to die like this, but everything had no chance.

"Why! Why! Wang Qizhi shouted with tears in his eyes, as if the whole cave was filled with resentment.

At some point, an old man in white was squatting on top of the small dirt bag waste sword on his head, and he was looking down at the young man in front of him.

The man had white hair and beard, and had many deep wrinkles on his face, but he looked a little weird, and he looked very funny. He shouted to Wang Qizhi, who was lying on the ground, "Hey! Don't shout, you kid, it's making my ears hurt. ”

When Wang Qizhi saw this old man, he was frightened, thinking that it was a lonely ghost here, but he thought about it carefully, he was about to die, and he was afraid that these empty things would do much, and besides, he was so miserable now, how could he have the time to care about this, so he didn't pay attention to this strange old man.

The old man was also a tough temper, and when he saw that this kid ignored him, he was a little anxious, and said, "I'll talk to you!" Why don't you say a word? It's rude! ”

Wang Qizhi slowly moved his body to the side of the small dirt bag with great difficulty, and laboriously squeezed out a few words from his mouth, "You...... You can't see it, I'm hurt. ”

The old man has lived for so many years, and it is the first time he has seen such an interesting guy, if it were someone else who had begged him to heal his injuries, how could he have such an attitude.

He lowered his head and asked, "What's your name, and why did you make such a mess?" ”

Who knew that the young man in front of him just popped out a few words, "It's your business!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the old man completely collapsed, so anxious that he went back and forth next to the young man, the former is most afraid of others hanging his appetite in his life, if the bad guy kills it, if the good guy is the most difficult to do, not only can he not kill, but he also has to beg people to say, he is really anxious to die.

The old man suddenly had an idea, wasn't this kid seriously injured? If he is cured, he will naturally answer his own questions in order to repay his kindness, and once he finds out that this son is a bad person, he will kill him, and he will save himself from continuing to ask.

Immediately, without the boy's consent, he lifted it up and sat on the ground, while the old man sat cross-legged on the young man, stretched out his hands and palms against the latter's back, mobilized the internal force of his whole body into his body, and began to heal the boy's wounds.

At this time, the old man found that the young man's condition was worse than he expected, there were too many broken meridians, and there were some extremely serious internal injuries, and he still couldn't do it if he wanted to heal him, and at the same time he was also full of curiosity, which one was so a child with a thousand knives?