And Lao Dao seemed to have guessed what the young man was thinking, and chuckled at the young man and said, "Do you think that in the face of absolute strength, those little conspiracies of yours are useful!?"

After hearing this, the young man laughed dryly, he knew the strength of the old way, there were few opponents in the world, and their brothers had guessed that their master was invincible in the world.

Of course, this speculation did not make them more awe of their masters, because their masters always relied on their own combat power and did not find a reason to clean up their apprentices.

All people dare not speak out.

However, the young man suddenly remembered something, turned his head and looked at the old man directly, "You just said that you accepted Xiaofan as an apprentice, is it true or false?"

Lao Dao touched his sparse beard and nodded thoughtfully.

The young man only frowned slightly, and did not ask too much.

Just as this was, Chen Fan's heart-rending roar came from the cave, and before Lao Dao came back to his senses, the young man beside him turned around and ran away.

When the young man stood at the entrance of the cave and watched everything that happened in the cave, the young man did not have the courage to go in.

In between, Chen Fan, who was still asleep just now, was like a mad beast at the moment, constantly destroying his body, the wound that had just healed was broken open again, and gurgling blood kept coming out from the wound on Chen Fan's body.

In a short time, Chen Fan turned into a bloody man in front of the young man, but the weakness and seriously injured body with excessive blood loss did not hinder Chen Fan.

Chen Fan was like a puppet at the moment, with a beast-like roar in his mouth, staring at the young man standing at the entrance of the cave with fierce eyes full of fierce eyes.

The young man knew that Chen Fan had seen him, and he didn't know if Chen Fan still had a trace of reason at the moment, but he wanted to gamble. Just gamble on yourself.

I saw him gently raise his hands under Chen Fan's gaze, tiptoeing closer to Chen Fan, trying to walk to Chen Fan's side.

At this moment, Chen Fan's eyes flashed with a trace of doubt, he felt that this young man was very familiar, but he never remembered who this person was.

At this moment of distraction, the young man found an opportunity to walk forward quickly, dodged Chen Fan's claws that broke through the air, turned around and came behind Chen Fan, and took out four silver needles from his arms without any delay, and inserted them into Chen Fan's limb acupuncture points, and then Chen Fan was like being tested on the immobilization technique, and his limbs could not move.

Only one head remained, and the young man's arms kept biting.

Seeing this, the young man hugged Chen Fan tightly, and naturally put a hand on Chen Fan's head, and said softly, "Xiao Fan, the bad guy was beaten away by his brother, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

Feeling the touch of the young man, Chen Fan's tyrannical emotions were constantly appeased, and after hearing the young man's words, Chen Fan's body shook significantly.

Before Chen Fan could make too many movements, a silver needle appeared on Chen Fan's Baihui acupoint, and Chen Fan, who was sealed in the acupoint, was drowsy.

When he was about to fall asleep at the end, Chen Fan's eyes regained a trace of clarity, and two words came out of his mouth.

After hearing the two words blurted out by Chen Fan, the young man almost burst into tears, although Chen Fan's voice was very low, the young man still heard the two words "Brother!"

Looking at Chen Fan who was sleeping in his arms, the young man had a lot of thoughts, he seemed to see the past, he used to hold Chen Fan like this, Chen Fan at that time was also beaten and hid in his arms like this, crying and then falling asleep.

The young man picked up Chen Fan, walked towards the stone bed, carefully put Chen Fan flat on the bed, and looked at Chen Fan, who had become a bloody man again.

This time, the young man was not disgusted, and naturally took out a handkerchief from his arms and meticulously wiped the blood stains on Chen Fan's body, but he was still slow, and the blood stains all over his body formed a layer of dark red blood scabs on Chen Fan's skin.

The young man glanced around, found the wooden barrel that Chen Fan used to bathe before, and went straight to it.

But before he could take a few steps, he heard Chen Fan constantly calling the word brother in his dream, and after hearing this, the young man hurriedly returned to Chen Fan's side, squatted down and stroked Chen Fan's head, and said softly, "Brother is here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, what's the matter, brother will carry it for you." ”

As if hearing the young man's answer, Chen Fan smiled childishly.

The young man frowned and looked at Chen Fan lying on the bed, thoughtful.

Just when Chen Fan smiled, a dark red blood line flashed over Chen Fan's head, and although it was very fast, the young man still caught it.

The young man who was squatting on the ground stood up and squinted slightly at Chen Fan who was lying on the bed, with a cold light in his eyes.

And at this moment, an old voice came from outside the cave, "Is ......it solved?"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, as soon as he entered the cave, he met the cold eyes of the young man, Lao Dao raised his eyebrows, and felt a premonition that something was wrong, and then took a step back slightly, ready to run out of the cave.

Looking at the old road that was belatedly and ready to run, the cold light in the young man's eyes was even better.

Before Lao Dao walked to the entrance of the cave, the young man walked quickly to Lao Dao and grabbed Lao Dao's wrist.

Without waiting for Lao Dao to speak, the young man dragged Lao Dao and walked out.

Lao Dao had no choice but to follow.

In the depths of the woods, the young man looked at the old man in front of him viciously, and said in an unkind tone, "Give me an explanation! Why is this happening?"

Lao Dao scratched his ears and replied lightly, "Are you questioning me? Don't forget that I am your master." Could it be that the school taught you to respect teachers like this?"

The young man ignored the old man's words, and rushed forward, his hands tightly clasping the boss's shoulders.

yelled, "Why? Why did you do that?" you know he won't live long. You still want him to learn the exercises, do you think he will live too long?"

It seemed that it was a little painful to be held by the young man, and Lao Dao frowned, but did not answer the young man's question.

Seeing that Lao Dao did not speak, the young man was even more angry, and his hands kept bending inward, as if they were about to buckle into Lao Dao's shoulders.

As if he was a little annoyed by the young man's actions, the old man stretched out his dry palm and put it on the young man's green hand in a bland manner.

Then he slowly lifted the young man's hand, and he could see that the young man's hand was trembling slightly, and it struggled to continue to return to the old man's shoulder.

But the dry palm was like a lock, locking the young man's hand tightly in mid-air, and the young man did not give in, he looked at the old Tao in front of him viciously, and kept muttering, "Why? Why are you doing this?"

It seemed that he was a little tired of the young man's unreasonable trouble, and the old man shook his hand like a fly, and threw the young man out a few feet.

Looking at the apprentice who fell next to the tree, Lao Dao sighed lightly and walked over with a bent waist.

When the young man saw Lao Dao coming, he took a few steps back, leaned against the tree, and quietly watched Lao Dao coming.

Lao Dao walked to the young man's side, squatted down silently, touched the young man's head, and said softly, "You ask me why! I told him, I want him to live, I want him to live." ”

The young man pushed away the hand on his head and asked in a loud voice, "Is this how you want him to live?" ”

"But~ do you know that he is now?" said meaningfully when he turned his head to look at the cave.

"How could I not know him! He and I grew up. If there is one person in this world who knows him best, I think that person is me!"

Lao Dao didn't answer after hearing this, he just shook his head lightly, stood up and turned around to leave.

At this moment, the young man also stood up, covered his somewhat stuffy chest, and asked a little weakly, "Master, you... You really don't plan to use Xiao Fan as your pawn?"

After hearing this, Lao Dao paused for a moment, did not look back, and said in a cold tone, "If I really treat him as a chess piece, what are you going to do?"

The young man stared directly at Lao Dao's back, and said in a firm tone, "If you really treat him as a pawn, master, I know that I can't beat you, but I also have to try to take Xiao Fan back from your hands." ”

Lao Dao seemed to hear something ridiculous, and sneered: "With you now, you want to recapture Xiaofan? Wait until you're strong enough to negotiate terms with me. ”

After hearing this, the young man stretched out his thumb to wipe the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth and looked at the back of the old man, who at this moment was like an insurmountable mountain in the eyes of the young man, tall and majestic and awe-inspiring.

The young man shook his somewhat misty head and limped towards the old way.

And Lao Dao seemed to have noticed it, and stopped waiting for the young man.

When he stood beside Lao Dao, he didn't say much and didn't stop. Straight to the cave.

Looking at the apprentice who was constantly moving away, Lao Dao smiled, and then turned around and left to go against his apprentice.

The young man walked into the cave and looked at Chen Fan, who was lying on the bed sleeping peacefully, and for a while, all kinds of flavors came to his heart.

The young man walked to Chen Fan's bedside. He took a closer look at Chen Fan. touched Chen Fan's head and said softly, "Little guy, you're almost crowned, don't be so desperate." My brother will continue to protect you in the future. But ......"

Before the young man finished speaking, a short blade suddenly appeared in the young man's hand, and then slashed heavily on Chen Fan's chest.

Blood flowers flew between the young man and Chen Fan.

Looking at Chen Fan's bubbling chest, the young man smiled, took out a bottle of gold sore medicine from his arms, and then carefully applied it to Chen Fan.

Then he touched Chen Fan's head and said, "Little guy, do you remember the past? You gave me a knife, it hurt a lot! But now I give it back to you, and the two of us will still be brothers in the future." I know you can't hear me, but one day I'll stand next to you and repeat those words again. ”

The young man turned around and was about to leave, but found a small wooden box under Chen Fan's pillow, and the young man, who was a little puzzled, gently pulled the wooden box out from under the pillow.

Looking at the wooden box in front of him, he turned his head to look at Chen Fan who was lying on the bed, his eyes struggled slightly, and then he gritted his teeth, and with a click, the wooden box was gently opened, and a smell of blood came to his face, choking the young man almost threw away the wooden box in his hand.

After a while, the young man suppressed the disgust in his heart, looked down at the wooden box, and saw that there was nothing of value in the wooden box, only a few pieces of cloth covered with blood, and the faint mark of the sun.

The young man's eyes condensed when he saw all this, and at this moment he finally understood the master's intentions, that's right, the master did the right thing, so that Chen Fan could indeed live, and he could live well.

The young man tiptoed back into the box and turned around to leave, but before leaving, the young man turned his head and looked at Chen Fan deeply.

There is nostalgia, pampering, and a trace of sadness in his eyes.

With a heavy heart, the young man walked out of the cave, and when he walked out, he saw the old man sitting not far away drinking wine leisurely.

And Lao Dao also found the young man, beckoned to him, the young man shook his head, turned around and prepared to leave, Lao Dao casually threw the wine jug in his hand to the young man not far away.

The young man reached out and took the flask, and took a sip, the spicy wine tore the young man's throat like a knife, and the white wine soaked the young man's clothes.

Looking at the spilled wine, Lao Dao's face hurt.

After drinking for a while, the young man threw the flask back, stared at Lao Dao tightly for a while, and sighed lightly, "Let him live!"

Lao Dao was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then nodded, without saying anything.

The young man turned his head and took a deep look at the cave behind him, and then took off.

Seeing this, Lao Dao shook his head with a smile, raised the wine jug in his hand, raised his head and prepared to drink, but found that there was not a drop of wine left, Lao Dao's face became very embarrassed, and he scolded, "Stinky boy." ”