"Cut me, brag and don't be afraid to flash your tongue!"

Lao Dong jumped up with a frenzy, and slashed down in the air with a sword in both hands.

"Die!"

Niu Chunhan sneered, but he didn't dare to underestimate half a point in his heart, the dagger turned over in his hand and quickly picked up, a blow hit the weakest part of the middle and rear sections of the sword body, and after the hit, the dagger was changed to a wound giant sword, and the surface of the giant sword was drawn outward, Lao Dong Jin couldn't help but roar helplessly and turned around with him, half a circle later, Niu Chunhan's dagger pushed the other hand and followed it, Lao Dong couldn't hold it, and watched the big sword fly out of his hand.

"You...!"

"Lie down!"

Niu Chun smiled coldly, bullied the front of him, dodged Lao Dong's fist lightning shot, and four cold lights appeared almost at the same time, breaking the tendons and tendons of his hands and feet, and bringing up four blood arrows,

Lao Dong fell to the ground with weak hands and feet, struggled to get up, but was hit back to the ground by a big foot on his chest.

"You still dare to resist at this point, I am really a vegetarian when I am an old cow?" Niu Chunhan sneered, and his sneer became gentle and terrifying, "Good, don't move, I'll start quickly, if you move and let me cut it crookedly, it's you who will suffer a lot~!"

Lao Dong was desperate, the other party was not only high in cultivation, but also terrifyingly tall, and he had no chance to resist at all.

Seeing the dagger fall to his chest, he gritted his teeth, for fear that he would call it out and distract Feng Zhi.

Just as the dagger cut through the flesh of the placket that was attached to his chest, he suddenly found that the other party's movements had stopped, and his blazing eyes scanned back and forth over him, and after a while, the dagger was slightly raised.

"Who are you?" asked Niu Chunhan.

Lao Dong snorted coldly: "If you want to kill, kill it, where is all that nonsense!"

Niu Chunhan frowned.

This person's behavior and speech are different from those of the previous assassins, although rude, it shows that this is a normal person, and he always feels that the other person's body shape and clothes are very familiar, as if...

"Let me ask you, do you know my young master?" Niu Chunhan asked, his heart rising to his throat.

Lao Dong heard that something was wrong, frowned and thought about it, and his heart moved.

"Who is your young master?"

"The prince of the sword marquis, Feng Zhiping is the third son. ”

Lao Dong stuck in his throat in one breath, was stunned for a long time, and burst into foul language.

"Damn, my own people! What the hell is typing the wrong !!"

When Chang~!

The dagger fell to the ground.

Niu Chunhan stared at Lao Dong blankly, opened his mouth wide, his expression froze for a moment and gradually became pitiful, and he looked like he was about to cry at the end.

"You, that, you are a friend of my young master?

"Ang!" Lao Dong nodded vigorously.

Niu Chunhan was really about to cry, hurriedly retracted his feet, squatted down and diligently helped the person up, looking at Lao Dong's broken hands and feet and wanted to comfort but couldn't find the words, his lips trembled for a long time, and he asked cautiously in a trembling voice: "Childe, I am very happy to see that you are safe and villainous, it was all a misunderstanding just now, it is all the fault of the villain, can you let me do something? I will find the best doctor for you to help you connect the tendons of your hands and feet, to ensure that there are no sequelae, can you open the net and let the villain go, don't tell my young master that I cut this injury?"

It's shameless to say that, but you have to say it head-on.

Feng Zhiping was furious for this person, he had never seen his young master make such a big fire since he followed, and he didn't even care about the plan to hide his cultivation and act in a low-key manner.

Now that people are out of danger in a good way, but he has broken his tendons, he really can't imagine how his young master will react when he finds out.

With his understanding of Feng Zhiping, he can't die if he dies, but he must not suffer less from sin.

Lao Dong was extremely speechless, not unwilling, but feeling absurd.

Martial arts and reading are the same, the master is the teacher, and the point of Cangshan has carried this point to the extreme, and the elders and young are not based on age and seniority, but all by cultivation.

In Diancang Mountain, all of them are teachers from the innate nature, such as Niu Chunhan, who is a master of the master of the master, and it is no problem to serve as the master of a certain pavilion of the Nine Pavilions of the outer gate, as an apprentice of the acquired realm who is not even a disciple of the outer gate, he must be respected when he sees this kind of character, and he has to bow if he does not kneel when he speaks, what is the result?

This senior master actually called himself a "villain"!

To him, the "little guy" of the acquired realm, he calls himself a "villain"!

His demeanor was extremely humble, just because he was Feng Zhiping's friend and was used to the rules of the school, he was extremely uncomfortable with Niu Chunhan's attitude.

Powerful?

Is this what power does?

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of a sentence - learn to become a literary and martial artist, and the goods are with the emperor's family.

With this sentence in his heart, he suddenly felt sad, and the originally clear road ahead was blurred, unable to find the direction, and at a loss.

At the beginning of practicing martial arts, he didn't have any goals, just because the enlightenment master said that he had the potential to step into the martial arts, and then he became a small success, and his heart began to grow bigger, and the master's ideal became his ideal, he wanted to become stronger, and cultivate the innate realm that the master dreamed of, and even the highest point of the martial artist - the martial soul.

For this goal, he came to Diancang Mountain with confidence, and poured a basin of cold water on his head with clinker.

There are a lot of people who come here to apprentice, all of them are geniuses, and if there are more geniuses, they will become ordinary people, only the geniuses of geniuses, those who can be called geniuses can enter the eyes of Cangshan.

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The "elixir" that Master bought for his family was actually a "poison" with great hidden dangers, and he was outstanding, but he had no "potential" that met the standards, so he was still turned away, and he remained in the mountains to be a lowest-level servant in the eyes of a group of regrets, jokes, or rejoicers.

But he didn't give up, and he didn't blame the master, the master was kind-hearted, pure and simple, and any slightest complaint was blasphemy against the teacher.

He believes that God rewards hard work, believes in sincerity, and believes that as long as you work hard, you will definitely get ahead one day, so after repeatedly challenging the disciples of the inner and outer doors to no avail, he was a little discouraged when he heard Feng Zhiping's invitation, and he felt that he had found a new direction and new motivation, but Niu Chunhan poured cold water on him.

Niu Chunhan's cultivation is just a slave in the Jianhou Mansion, and he is Feng Zhiping's follower before and after the saddle, what about his own catties?

Even if he has the friendship of his classmates, even if he has the friendship of experience, if he really wants to follow Feng Zhiping, he doesn't have the face to show off.

The most important thing is that he feels a little aggrieved and a little depressed.

He has been wandering the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has been in the rules of Diancangshan for many years, and he is accustomed to the respect of the strong, he is a standard Jianghu person, so that he is willing to bow down to a person whose strength is far greater than his own, but like Niu Chunhan, just because of the identity of the other party, because of a little nepotism that may not be very important, he feels very wronged.

His groveling can be to Feng Zhiping, and he can be to Feng Zhiping's father, Chijian Marquis Feng Moxiu, but the object can be replaced by other noble children who are shallow in cultivation and don't even know a little kung fu, he is very doubtful that he can do it, thinking about it, he feels that he is more likely to slap him to death.

Learn to become a literary and martial artist, and the goods are with the emperor's family.

Thinking of this, he suddenly wanted to laugh, and he wanted to ask the people who practiced martial arts in the world what they were cultivating hard for.

Just to increase their worth, find a good master, and choose a good bird to perch on?

No, martial arts are not like that.

Martial arts pursue the sky, martial arts practitioners pursue immortals, the pattern of martial artists should be very large, and there should not only be such a pursuit as the "emperor's family".

But the cruel reality told him that the pursuit was really only that, at least for him and for the vast majority of martial artists.

Is this path really right for you?

Lao Dong was silent, and his heart was filled with sorrow and entanglement.

Niu Chunhan misunderstood his expression, thinking that he disagreed, and said with a crying voice: "Childe, the villain really knows that he is wrong, why don't you cut me a few times to get angry?" The villain begs you, you can do whatever you want me to do, as long as you don't tell my young master that I hurt you, please!"

Say goodbye and bow down.

Lao Dong finally came back to his senses, he couldn't do it manually, his arm could still move, and he hurriedly went over to stop it.

"You are a senior, there is no need to be like this, it is all a misunderstanding, as long as it can be cured, I will not say it. ”

Niu Chunhan was overjoyed, and after breathing a sigh of relief, he wanted to worship again, but he was stopped by Lao Dong, and he didn't dare to brush his meaning, so he could only give up, and put on a smile and thanked him.

Lao Dong sighed secretly in his heart, remembered the matter, his face changed and he said urgently: "Leave me alone, go and help him! There is a very strange and powerful guy who wants to kill him, he can't resist, you go and save him!"

Niu Chunhan's face changed instantly, humility and obscenity were swept away, and only slaughter remained.

He remembered the changes of the assassins before, and also remembered the things on the grassland that Feng Zhiping had told him, and the origin of the assassins was instantly locked.

"Huangquan!" Niu Chunhan gritted his teeth, "These maggots who are struggling to breathe, they are so bold!"

"Huang Quan?" Lao Dong was stunned, his eyes widened suddenly, "You mean these people are Huang Quan's people tonight?

Niu Chun nodded coldly, had no time to explain, and hurriedly retreated after placing Lao Dong in a safe corner, jumped on the roof and rushed towards Feng Zhiping as fast as possible.

After he left, Lao Dong was still stunned.

Of course, he had heard of Huangquan's name, like thunder, and he was still a child who didn't do anything when the imperial court sent troops all over the world to chase Huangquan, but the situation at that time was still unforgettable.

At that time, Tianyuan Martial Arts was rumored and everyone was in danger.

The imperial court encircled and suppressed the army in all directions, and the eight major factions each sent good hands to help, whether they were directly related to the government and the opposition or fishing in troubled waters, but all those who had anything to do with the Huangquan case, whether they were noble or low, were all arrested and strictly examined, and after the trial, they were either locked up or killed, and almost every day news of the destruction of the door came.

During this period, it is not that there are no unjust, false and wrongful cases, and it is not that there is no overkill, but the attitude of the imperial court is very resolute, and it is better to kill tens of millions by mistake than to slip through the net.

Zhao Kang's family is one of them.

At that time, Zhaojiazhuang was quite famous in the local area, just because he had done business with Huangquan a few times and was included in the list of criminals, and the Zhao family's crime was not at all to rob the family and wipe out the clan, but the old patriarch died not long ago, and the new patriarch was young and vigorous, and misjudged the situation under the influence of a group of old and confused clan elders, thinking that the local government was just making a show, and would not really move such a big family as the Zhao family.

The Zhao family panicked and wanted to surrender, but it was too late, and they had no choice but to sit on the charge of "stubborn resistance".

In the end, the Zhao clan was wiped out, and more than 700 people in the whole clan almost died, including Zhao Kang, a total of less than 30 people survived, and all of them were old, young, sick and disabled, and the clan that was good friends with the Zhao family also suffered.

Lao Dong knew that Zhao Kang had a problem, he couldn't sleep well every time it rained at night, and it was very easy to wake up, and few people knew about this problem except him.

He knew that this was the heart disease left behind at that time, even a small person like Zhao Kang who was at the very edge of the Huangquan case, and it was conceivable how those who belonged to Huangquan felt like it.

After so many years, he heard less and less news that Huangquan was arrested, he thought that Huangquan had completely perished, who knew that there was a Gou Anjie first, and so many powerful assassins came out, among which there were even congenitals, he really couldn't figure out what these people thought, they were all today, and they dared to go to Huangquan to this troubled water.

"Grandma's, it hurts to death!"

Lao Dong sat on the ground and leaned against the wall, looking at his bloody wrists and ankles, spitting bloodshot and smiling speechlessly.

I still had a bit of an illusory sense of Feng Zhiping being the prince of the Sword Marquis before, and every time I thought about it, I felt like I was acting in the play, how could I get in touch with such a big person?

It was only now that he finally had a real feeling.

Feng Zhiping really deserves to be the son of the Sword Marquis, and the relatives around him are really extraordinary!

Thinking of Niu Chunhan's skills, his heart was slightly lowered.

With such a master who can go to the soup to help, little brother, you should be able to get out of danger safely, right?