Xu Weizhou's face suddenly rose blue, and he said in a low tone: "What are you kidding Master Xing?" The Ming Sword Lord is still invincible, what ability do I have to sneak around. ”

"It's not a question of whether you have the ability or not, Xu Beijia, you have been an official of the Tang Dynasty for three years, and your brain is still in Kunlun Nanfeng?" Xing Yi said coldly.

It was the first time Pei Ye saw Xing Yi so ruthless, and thought to himself, could it be that the Black Ribbon Warlock of the Immortal Terrace was more official than the other driver of a state? He glanced at Chang Zhiyuan, who was silent, and thought about this question with his pitiful common sense.

"It's that it's what you should do, and it's up to you. You are a court official who eats a lot of money, and at this time the crisis is coming, you say that you don't have the ability to top, so who has the ability to top? Zhao Thorn History? How many joined the army? Chang County Order? Or the sergeants? It can't be more than 30,000 people, right? ”

Xu Weizhou's face was even more blue, and Jian Er was even more white, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Ming Sword Master!" The Ming Sword Lord is such a person, she can-"

Xu Weizhou didn't feel right halfway through his words, stopped talking, lowered his head and twisted the teacup silently.

Xing Yi glanced at him coldly, and shook out a laugh: "I don't know if [Kunlun Yanri Palace] has this confidence, or if the Xu family's head is two more than others-dare to ask the only beloved disciple of the Sword Monarch to die for you Xu Weizhou." ”

These words really made Xu Weizhou a little embarrassed, he said those words before, he knew that he was here to be happy, if he really wanted to seek a future, would he be able to come to this remote state with such qualifications?

When he was looking for fun in the state city, his spine had already been poked and it didn't hurt, Xing Yi said a few words, it was really nothing, his expression just now was just because he was pressed by the grim situation.

But the proud family background, origin, sect, and talent, which he has always relied on to treat people with superiority and calmness, are so ridiculed, which really makes him angry. But there was nowhere to vent - he said stupid things first, and these things were indeed a mess in front of the sword master.

Pei Ye looked at the face of this Lord Xu from the side, thinking that he should not be able to practice [Cloud Sky Blinding and Losing Feathers].

When "peeling off everything", the lighter and less "everything", the easier it is to succeed, and I was in a state of collapse at that time, no wonder Grandpa Yue said "At least you may learn it now".

But, what Grandpa Yue peeled off back then must be much more than this Xu Beijia, right?

Thinking of this, Pei Ye looked up at the sky, and felt that it was time for the old man to get up, and what he should have said had been said.

He stood up and bowed to the three adults in farewell.

……

I went to the boiling water room to get a basin of hot water, and when I walked through the courtyard, I was surprised by the number of people gathered under the pear tree. I saw that the scribes of the county and the state city gathered together and whispered, so quiet that Pei Ye was a little suspicious that he had gone to the wrong place.

He looked at them strangely, looked for a familiar face and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?" ”

"Shhhh

Pei Ye looked along his gaze, and saw that in the side room with the door open, a white dress was resting on the table, flipping through a book with one hand, and caressing a black cat with the other.

"Ming-Qi-Tian-" the man gestured.

"Oh......" Pei Ye suddenly said.

It's really that his news has been too closed in recent years, even though he knows the astonishing "third on the crane list", he still hasn't experienced his reputation.

The so-called "I" is the weight of Ming Qitian's words.

"The last time I saw a character on the Crane List was five years ago, the twenty-fourth generation of the White Deer Palace's [Sword Ghost] Qi Wuming passed by our state, it was really impossible to see each other at that time, who would dare to think that when I woke up today, Ming Qitian was actually in front of me."

"That's a lot uglier."

"But the person is still very good, not like this title."

"This title has been handed down, and it is not a man's idea."

"The Ming Sword Master is going to be different." A state Chinese official whispered, "After all, the White Deer Palace has entered the WTO deeply, and it has been widely traveled for many years. Yunlang Mountain is not, it is said that last year, the Nine Emperor Princes wanted to ask the Ming Sword Master to talk about swordsmanship, but the Ming Sword Master did not appreciate his face. ”

"Ha, does he want to talk about kendo......"

"Shhhh

"Mainly, there's no way, you know?" An older one said, "Yunlang Mountain, I haven't heard of any family involved, and the Ming Sword Master hasn't heard of anyone who has a good relationship." My aunt in Shenjing said that it was Yan Feiqing who asked the Nine Emperor Princes to match, just because it was rumored that the sword master had gone to see Yan Feiqing practicing swords. It is said that when Yan Feiqing got the invitation, his face turned black. ”

"Hahahaha."

Pei Li listened interestingly, he originally wanted to go to Ming Qitian and ask how to deal with the enemy, after all, in his simple concept, no matter how Xing Yi and Xu Weizhou talked, in the end, if there was someone who could fight against the Immortal Monarch, it could only be Ming Qitian, and directly asking the subject was the only step in place.

But now in front of everyone's eyes, he was embarrassed to step forward, so he only went to the old man's house with a basin.

I only heard half a sentence behind me: "I see if there is not even a cup of tea on the sword master's table......"

Then there was a sound of unsitability.

……

Pei Ye walked into the quiet cabin, which was much cleaner and more refined than at home, and the bed was softer.

He pushed the old man on the bed, and the old man opened his eyes.

"Coming back?" The old man said in a dumb voice.

"Well, how have the past two days been?"

"I ate well, slept well, and didn't want to go back." It seems that because the boy came back intact, the old man was in a good mood.

"When the matter is over, let's also use the reward to buy a good house to live in." Pei Li poured boiling water into the large bathtub, "Let's take a bath, it's been a few days." ”

The old man nodded, trying to support his body.

Pei Ye helped him up, turned his head and went to the courtyard to fetch well water and came back.

When he returned to the house and helped the old man take off his bedclothes, more heart-wrenching scars were exposed.

This is a body that is already fragile to the limit in any aspect, even though he has seen it many times, but every time Pei Li looks at it carefully, it can always cause him to be irrepressible anger.

It is by no means the word "seriously injured" that can be described, because this is not at all a trace left by the battle.

Rather, they hook up the person, bind the hands and feet, and use all kinds of means to mutilate the body in order to make it suffer the greatest pain.

Every piece of skin, every bone, every tendon is carefully concocted, and only a month, or two months, in the darkness, in the stench of one's own excrement, urine and blood, can one spend those days that are more terrible than hell without being ghostly, so as to leave such traces.

Pei Ye silently picked up the old man's frightening body, slowly put the old man into the water at just the right temperature, stroked his fingers over the old wrinkled and soft skin, and gently scrubbed it.

"Let's talk about it." Pei Ye said suddenly.

"Say what?"

"Who did it?" After seeing so many things that have broken through his horizons in these days, although Pei Ye has not taken a single step, he feels that the world is much smaller, and many things are no longer out of reach.

"You name it, sooner or later, I'll cut off his head."

The old man leaned back on the wall of the barrel, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly curled.

"With you, when will it take?" He said hoarsely.