With no way out, the young woman clutched her son's hand and wiped the rain from her face, seemingly hesitant.

But she instantly took Yang Twenty to the ground, and in mid-air, she actually let go of the hand holding her son, pulled out the soft sword that had been hidden at her waist, and slashed at the green-shirted Confucian on the opposite side, so fast that those killers around her had no time to react.

The old Confucian in the green shirt was also caught off guard by Xiong Yazhi's sudden attack, but after all, he was a dignified first-class grandmaster, and he still managed to meet the enemy with his fists in an orderly manner.

The old Confucian with a slight slant at the corner of his mouth was swollen, and he handed out a punch, and the fist shot out, instantly turning the surrounding rain into steam, but Xiong Yazhi turned his body in the air and stepped on the Confucian fist, although he was affected by the fist and spit out a mouthful of blood, but he took advantage of the situation to sweep back at a faster speed.

Xiong Yazhi fell back, just caught Yang Twenty, who had not yet landed, and counterattacked those black-clothed men who rushed towards Yang Twenty.

A sword swept away, killing the three people in front of her on the spot, and she also took the opportunity to rush into the woods.

Looking at the mother and son who escaped into the forest, there was a trace of vigilance in the eyes of the Confucian scholars in the green shirts, because they had made full preparations this time in order to deal with a woman who had fallen into the realm and a bad old woman, and the two first-grade grandmasters led nine second-grade masters, and he had been lurking for more than a year.

However, this time with Xiong Yazhi, he was also sure that this former lady of the heavens of the Divine Qi Sect had indeed fallen out of the first-grade realm, and she was not yet at the peak of the Six Realms.

Originally, the Confucian scholars who were still a little afraid of the killing power of the former sword fairy woman were completely relieved, and it was difficult for them to fly tonight.

The old Confucian glanced at the three accomplices who had fallen to the ground, and said to the other six: "Our goal is what is in the woman's hand, and we will try our best to capture the child alive and force him to submit to the situation unless we have to do so." ”

After saying that, a group of people quickly chased into the woods.

The forest at the foot of this mountain is actually not big, only the surrounding area of 200 zhang of trees, even if Yang Twenty mother and son escape into the woods, it will not help at all.

Because, behind the woods is the Hanshui River.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, thunder erupted in the night, and on the other side of the woods, a thin figure hugged a child who had not really become a teenager, and behind them was a half-cliff, and below it was the rushing river in the mountain rain.

A real dead end.

The Confucian priest soon chased after everyone with him.

There was another bolt of lightning, and the earth was as bright as day, and the young woman's resolute countenance was almost visible.

Xiong Yazhi slowly let go of Yang Twenty in her arms, helped the child comb her sideburns, and the pain in her heart was overflowing, "It's my mother who is sorry for you, you have to live strongly, never come back, and don't avenge your mother, as long as you live safely, your mother will die blindly, and you must promise your mother." ”

Yang Twenty couldn't cry anymore, but shook his head vigorously.

The green-shirted Confucian scholars didn't seem to give Xiong Yazhi any more chance to escape, and almost rushed up to besiege the mother and son.

The young woman's eyes were red, and her face was already filled with tears, and it seemed that with the last of her strength, she pushed Yang Twenty off the cliff and into the river for the last chance of life.

But the woman did not forget to scream, "You must live!"

None of the Confucian scholars thought that this Xiong Yazhi would push his child down the cliff valley.

And she, facing the Hanshui River, slaughtered herself on the top of the cliff, as if she had been watching her son go away with the waves.

Lightning and thunder roared, and the sky could not be calm for a long time tonight.

Several people looked at each other, at a loss for a moment.

After a while, the old Confucian came back to his senses, gritted his teeth, and said, "What a vicious woman, the thing must be on that child, you must find him for me, and I will see the corpse when I die." ”

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The big river at the foot of Taibai Mountain is one of the sources of the Hanshui River, two hundred miles downstream, there is a flat valley, called the Han Valley, the river is gentle, and occasionally there are fishing boats coming and going on the water.

There are a few villages scattered around the Han Valley, but they are sparsely populated, and it takes almost a mile or two down the river to see a few households.

Yang Twenty seemed to have a nightmare, he tried to open his eyes, he was weak, and found himself lying on a bed, recalling the contents of the nightmare, after dinner yesterday, a group of bad people wanted to kill their mother and son, someone took a sword, and chased them all the way to the river, and finally it was his mother who pushed him into the river and let him flee for his life.

Yang Twenty, who has been fishing in the water since he was a child, is actually quite watery, at least he has never lost anyone since he was a child when he went into the water with his playmates in the village to hold his breath, probably because his mother also knew this, so she dared to push him into the river.

But that night it rained heavily, the river was too fast, he tried to swim and swim, but he could not swim to the shore, and it was too dark for him to see anything, only remembering that his mother told him to try to live.

Thinking of this, Yang Twenty suddenly got up and got out of bed, his mother was still on the top of the cliff, dealing with so many bad people alone, but he had just taken two steps before his eyes went black and fell to the ground.

At this time, a middle-aged woman came in and quickly helped him up and sat on the bed.

The woman looked like she was in her forties, dressed in the usual peasant attire, and looked at the pale child, and the woman said gently: "Don't be afraid, child, where is your home? ”

Yang Twenty was bored, carefully looked at this simple farmhouse, and the woman in front of him, just about to speak, only to find that his throat was sore and he couldn't open his mouth, and after a pause, he said hoarsely: "This aunt, can you give me saliva to drink." ”

The peasant woman got up and poured a bowl of water for Yang Twenty, looked at Yang Twenty after drinking and said: "You haven't eaten for three days, two days ago, my man found you lying on the riverside, half of your body was still in the water, rescued you, you have been having a high fever and it doesn't go away, and asked Lang Zhong to help you check your pulse, wait for you to drink the herbs and rest for a while, and you will be fine." ”

Yang Twenty was surprised and said, "Have I slept for three days?"

The woman smiled and nodded, and also looked at Yang Twenty carefully, and said, "Wait a minute, Auntie will help you get something to eat." ”

But after a while, the peasant woman came back with a bowl of porridge, a steamed bun and a plate of pickles, and Yang Twenty realized that she was wearing a coat, and she didn't know where her clothes went, and she fell just now because she was hungry and had nothing in her stomach.

After Yang Twenty finished eating, he originally planned to go home to find his mother as soon as possible, but his limbs were still weak, so he had to listen to the woman's words, go to bed, and fall asleep again.

When Yang Twenty woke up again, it was already dusk the next day, he only felt that the sun was dazzling, and he was still tired, it seemed that he was really sick, no matter what, he must go back to his mother today.

When he awoke, after a while, the peasant woman came in again, took his shirt in her hand, put it beside the bed, and said, "This is your clothes, I have washed and dried them for you, and you are still wearing your uncle's clothes." ”

Yang Twenty changed into his clothes, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Auntie, do you see that handkerchief on my body?" ”

The woman took out the ordinary blue handkerchief that Xiong Yazhi gave to Yang Twenty from her waist, handed it over, and said, "Is this it?" ”

Yang Twenty nodded, thanked him and took the handkerchief and put it in his arms, this is the handkerchief that his mother has carried for several years, although it is ordinary, it cannot be lost.

The woman approached Yang Twenty and asked, "What is your name, child, and where does your family live?"

Yang Twenty was still a little groggy and replied: "My name is Yang Twenty, and my home is in Qingquan Village at the foot of Taibai Mountain. ”

The woman looked up and thought about it carefully, as if she had never heard of such a village nearby, and said, "You have flowed down the river, and your family must be in this village by the river, so you can recuperate in peace, and when your uncle comes back tomorrow, let him send you back." ”

Yang Twenty shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, don't bother you, I have to go back today and find my mother." ”

The woman comforted: "It's getting dark soon, and the herbs that Lang Zhong grabbed for you haven't finished eating, even if your mother is in a hurry, she will definitely be able to take care of herself, your uncle will go to the county seat to deliver goods, and he will be back tomorrow, and as soon as he comes back, let him send you home!"

Yang Twenty was grateful to this aunt for thinking about him everywhere, and when he saw that the sky was about to get dark, he had to agree.

Yang Twenty had dinner with the woman, talked for a while, and drank half a bowl of medicinal soup made of herbs, and he had been feeling dazed for the past two days, so he fell asleep again.

This time, Yang Twenty was awakened by another nightmare, because he dreamed that his mother was killed by those wicked people on the top of that cliff, and kept telling him not to let him go back.

Sweating profusely and tearful, Yang Twenty got up and put on his clothes, packed up the bed, and said that he would go back to his mother today.

Suddenly heard a sharp noise outside, he had just gone out to see what was going on, he instantly turned his head and ran back to the house, because he saw a team of people and horses, exactly the same bad guys as in his nightmare, dressed in black, holding big knives, several people took the lead in riding horses, and there was a group of people behind him who were searching from house to house, shouting to find a boy in his early tens, without thinking too much, Yang Twenty also knew that he was looking for him.

Listening to the sound of horses' hooves from far and near, Yang Twenty-one hurriedly got under the bed.

But the farmhouse is simple, and there is only such a place to hide in the house, as long as someone comes in to search, the first reaction must be to find the bed first.

Yang Twenty trembled and lay under the bed.

Someone kicked the door in, and he could already see the man move his feet towards the bed.