After Uncle Gen went out, Kang Wansheng thought to himself. Looking at the situation here, it is clear that something is wrong, but how to deal with it.

He wanted to directly take action to restrain the two big men, but he felt inappropriate when he thought about it, the whereabouts of the master are unknown now, Uncle Gen and Aunt Gen are obviously afraid of something, once he makes a rash move, maybe something bad will happen. After thinking about it again and again, Kang Wansheng came up with a plan.

After a while, Uncle Gen sent in a few side dishes, Kang Wansheng had no intention of eating, pretended to eat a few bites, and said that since the master was not at home, he would go back first, and there was still something at home. When he said this, Uncle Gen's face was obviously relaxed, and he didn't escape Kang Wansheng's eyes.

Kang Wansheng said goodbye to Uncle Gen, led the horse out of the teacher's house, flew on the horse, and beat the horse away.

After leaving the Sword Casting Village, I walked about six or seven miles to a forest. Kang Wansheng rode his horse into the woods, found a tree, and tied the horse to it, while he sat on a big rock next to him, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

It turned out that this was the plan that Kang Wansheng came up with, he first pretended to leave, and then prepared to sneak back while it was dark to see what the secret was. Now he closed his eyes and waited intently for dark.

waited until the second watch, when everything was silent, and the sword casting village in the distance was already dark, Kang Wansheng stood up, did not ride a horse, carried the dust sword, and carried out the light gong "Medicine God Mountain Water Step", and rushed to the sword casting village.

The distance of six or seven miles is only half a cup of tea for Kang Wansheng. With the help of the cover of the buildings in the village, he avoided the houses with the lights on, and made his way to the back of the master's house.

After hearing that there was no movement, Kang Wansheng flew up to the wall. I saw that there was only one room in the huge mansion that was still lit, which should be the teacher's bedroom. He held his breath, unfolded, and cautiously touched it.

I went straight to the back window and faintly heard someone talking in the house. Kang Wansheng licked through the window lattice paper with the tip of his tongue, opened his eyes and looked in. This hope could not help but be taken aback.

I saw candles lit in the house, and I could see it clearly. His own old teacher, the old swordsman of Dongfang Bai, was sitting on the Taishi chair next to the table. It's just that his face is gray and his eyes are closed. In front of him, there were two men, the same two men with fierce faces that I had seen during the day. Uncle Gen also stood to the side, hanging his head, not daring to look ahead.

I only heard one of the two big men say: "Old swordsman of the East, you only need to hand over the sword spectrum and mental method of the sixty-four swords of Tianyu, and we can give you the antidote immediately." Otherwise, you have been poisoned deeply, and after seven days, the Daluo Immortal will not be able to save your life. ”

Dongfang Bai Old Swordsman slowly opened his eyes and stared at the two big men in front of him, but he didn't say a word.

A big man turned his head to Uncle Gen and said, "Silly Gen, quickly persuade your master, as long as he is willing to cooperate, not only will he be fine, but we can also return your son to you." ”

It turned out that Uncle Gen's name was Silly Gen, and it seemed that his son had also fallen into the hands of the other party, so he and Aunt Gen had no choice but to obey their orders.

Uncle Gen walked in front of the old swordsman of Dongfang Bai, fell to his knees with a pop, and tears flowed from his eyes: "Master, you can hand it over to them, the sword score is dead, the person is alive, stay in the green mountains, and you are not afraid of no firewood." If you listen to them, not only will you live, but my little sapling will also be saved. "The little sapling is Uncle Gen's son, who is less than ten years old this year, and is the middle-aged son of Uncle Gen and Aunt Gen, so he loves it very much.

The old swordsman of the East looked at Uncle Gen, sighed and said, "Ah Gen, it's not that I refuse to hand it over to them, it's just that you think that if I hand it over to them, they will be able to let us go, you are too naïve to think about it." ”