"Yes, kindness. The voice said, in a firm tone, "Always be loyal to your family, even if you die, and not allow others to offend; ”

"Your sister is already the family of a big boy. If he can't even keep his wife, he will not be able to raise his head for the rest of his life in this mountain, and there will be no more girls to marry him. ”

"But she's still my sister first and foremost. Li Xi said hatefully, "I will not abandon my family." ”

It's a dead end, a ridiculous fate.

It turns out that kindness is so complicated, while life and death are relatively simple.

He couldn't help but show a burst of happiness on his face, even if he died, even if this big boy didn't die, he would inevitably be lonely for life.

It's a little happy to think about it - it turns out to be happy, but it's actually very simple.

"You should be wrong. The person who spoke seemed to see Li Xitong's thoughts from the expression on his face, "If after the First World War, you and your sister are dead." He will become a strong man in the eyes of others, and he will be more favored by women. ”

"Oh. ”

Li Xitong's firewood knife moved. He didn't want to talk to that Taoist disciple anymore, it was more embarrassing than begging for death.

The young swordsman's knife is a firewood knife. But it doesn't matter, because the key is the murderous spirit of the swordsman.

A murderous aura that the natives had never seen before.

Killing with strength, killing with courage, and killing with skill will all be respected here. But no one has ever seen it, killing with a soul.

It is impossible for Li Xitong to refine into a sword soul, even in Lijiazhuang, the patriarch of the sword path is peerless, with the combat power of the monks of the Six Realms, there is no sword soul.

But at this time, his firewood knife has a soul. - The soul of the sacrifice of life, the life of the other party.

The people around them all saw a figure or a knife shadow that they didn't know if it was, and flashed forward.

The Shadow Disease, even with the fastest crossbow arrows, is impossible to catch up.

It was like a sharp shadow that would split the pigtailed boy in the field in an instant. No one had time to come to the rescue.

There was a sigh from the side, it was the voice that the brother and sister had just become familiar with, the tall man who spoke Yayu.

That familiarity will soon be a thing of the past.

However, Li Xitong still ignored the other party's agility, the kind of agility that no one had among the swordsmen he had seen since he was a child.

So one shadow cleaved out, and the other drifted, leaving behind an almost stationary spear that hung in midair.

The spear slowed down the chopping wood knife.

So the drifting shadow behind the spear was able to get out.

Falling to the ground with the spear was half a severed finger. The pigtailed boy had only half of his index finger cut off.

Li Xitong stood on the spot, when he slashed out just now, although Li Xilian's body was slightly sluggish, she was already behind her brother at this time.

It's just that all this is meaningless.

The surrounding natives, I don't know how many people have died for hundreds of years, and the battle intent and tactics that have been cultivated are seamlessly connected. The crossbow was activated, the spear left his hand, and it shot at the place where the brother and sister were standing. The spears and crossbow arrows that flew from the wind in front of him were not one, but one piece, covering the sky.

The pigtailed boy could avoid Li Xitong's sword shadow, but Li Xitong and his sister could no longer avoid the spears and crossbow arrows that were like a storm of wind.

He didn't know what his sister would think of at this moment, but he didn't think about anything.

Life has never been so peaceful, and this peace will be eternal......

Everyone heard a "bang" sound. Maybe it's all the "poof" stabbing sounds combined, and that's just such a sound.

Li Xitong lowered his head, he wanted to take one last look at what the body that had been stabbed into a hedgehog would look like. - But he didn't feel any pain.

He was a little dazed, because he didn't see the body that had been stabbed into a hedgehog.

Not a single arrow, not a single spear, not a drop of blood.

He turned around and saw his sister, who was also intact. The brother and sister looked at each other, wondering which god had created a miracle!

They hurriedly looked around, and found that a few steps away from them, there was an old man in a white robe. The old man hung a wine gourd on his waist, and his dusty face was covered with an ink-colored thing, which blocked his eyes a lot.

The last time the brother and sister saw a person in clothes, it was as if they were separated from each other, and suddenly there was such a neatly dressed and strangely dressed old man in a white robe, and the brothers and sisters' hearts sank - is this a human or a ghost?

The cottage natives are still surrounded by water.

These natives, who were originally strong in battle, were also as stunned as Li Xi at this time, and even forgot that they should draw another spear to prepare for battle, and they also forgot that the bow and crossbow needed to be rewound.

Everyone stared at the tall and straight white-robed old man. No one saw how he appeared, and no one saw how the bolts and spears that were fired out of them all fell halfway and scattered to the ground.

The old man took off the wine gourd on his waist, brought it to his lips and took a sip of wine, then turned to Li Xitong and said, "Now, you come to choose, destroy this so-called kind race, or let them live." ”

Li Xitong looked around, those naked natives still had a blank look on their faces. Suddenly, he was in a desperate situation, and he suddenly found that he couldn't contain that much hatred.

"Actually, I just want to reason with them. Li Xitong muttered, "If they are unreasonable, then they have to use the knife." ”

"Well, good, then be reasonable. The old man's tone was very gentle, and he said to the man who could speak elegant language, "If you can pass on a word, please do me a favor, and I will explain a few things to them." ”

"You're welcome. The long man smiled.

"My name is Muxi. The old man said, "Mu Xi, the practitioner of the Taishang Sect, has to have a name to be reasonable. ”

"When I was in Qingping Prefecture, my real name was Li Sheng," said the elder man, "but after settling in the cottage, according to the local customs, I was given the name 'Shanlai' by the witch workers."

The man, whose real name is Li Sheng and is now called Shanlai, pointed to the boy with braids and said, "His name is 'Shi Le'."

Then he pointed to the beast bone man, "His name is Mu Dao, he is the son of the sorcerer of the clan, and the leader of the younger generation. ”

......

Li Sheng still wanted to introduce it, but Mu Xi waved his hand impatiently and said, "Enough, I'll just tell you three truths." Three sentences are not enough, kill people to make up. As for killing more and killing less, it depends on when the reason will make sense. ”

Mu Xi was very satisfied with the tone in which he said this, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

Sect Master Eight Hundred, before the big killing, liked to talk like this, Mu Xi felt that he had at least learned eight or nine points.

Li Sheng was speechless, as a former disciple of the worldly Taoist Academy, of course he knew who Mu Xi, the practitioner of the Taishang Sect, was, not to mention him, the children of the Xuanhuang world probably knew it. Because the use of the name of "Mu Xi" to treat children's night crying is very effective, which is subtle, and has the function of the mouthpiece of Taiyi Teaching.

Turning around, Li Sheng calmly translated the old man's original words to the clansmen.

Mu Xi said to Shi Le, who was clenching his severed finger with a painful face: "I want to accept an apprentice; If you don't discuss it, you have the final say in a fight? ”

What kind of truth is this?

After listening to Li Sheng's translation, Shi Le silently picked up the spear that had just fallen to the ground, and bowed his waist to Mu Xi, assuming the unique fighting posture of the natives.

This is simply a death, and it is impossible for Shile not to know it.

Mu Xi nodded, directly ignored Shi Le, who was eyeing him, turned his head to Li Sheng and said, "The first reason, it doesn't make sense, it doesn't matter." You tell him that he can do it at any time. ”

Mu Xi pointed to Li Xi's brother and sister, "The three of us will live in a village. So, please help to vacate a house at the top of the mountain stream and borrow it for a while. ”

......

The highest house is the sorcerer's house, and it is also the largest wooden house in the wall. Among the cottages, the status of the shaman is the most revered.

Li Sheng smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, you might as well explain the third 'truth' first." I'm prepared. ”

Mu Xi took a sip of wine, cleared his throat and said: "This is the truth, we must pay attention to borrowing and repaying, so we will not occupy other people's houses for a long time, and when we build a new wooden house, we will pay it back." I have a good idea of the place, just below the waterfall at the end of this mountain stream. ”

These two items are difficult to talk about, and they are related to the honor and disgrace of the whole clan! The mountain people may be simple, but Li Sheng, who was born in the worldly Taoist Academy, knows it well, and the ghost believes that their master and apprentice will build a house by themselves.

Li Sheng turned around, his face full of difficulty, and he was thinking hard about how to translate the old man's words. Seeing the confused looks on the faces of the surrounding villagers, he suddenly had an idea, knelt down to Mu Xi and bowed down, prostrating his head while shouting "Sa Wu ......".

All the naked natives, suddenly realized, put down their weapons one after another, bowed to the old man in white robes, and shouted the same word - "Sawoo"

Later, Li Sheng explained to Mu Xi's master and apprentice that "Sa Wu" means immortals.

The gods and mountain people, there is no need to make any sense, everything is going well, there is no blood. Even Shi Le, who was still boiling with blood and preparing for a battle, was pressed and worshiped by the natives.

If that kid offended the gods in order to marry his wife, how could he get it?

Therefore, Shi Le did not make a move in the end, and he did not dare to ask for a wife.

The cottage natives, hunting and working on weekdays, are all dispatched in groups and are well-trained. Now they are working together to clean up the wizard's wooden house, with tacit understanding, it is very quick, and it will be very neat and generous in a short time.

There are all that should be there, and there shouldn't be, and no matter how critical your eyes are, it's hard to find out what to throw away. In particular, the magic tools and props used by wizards in their daily lives have completely disappeared at this time.

The wizard's name is Mu Sheng, and he is Mu Dao's father. He once set the family rule, and the first word of the name must be wood for future generations. Since then, in the Savage Mountain, there has been the surname "wood".

But in other people's homes, the name is more casual, such as Shi Le's father, who is called Shui Mang. Although Li Sheng changed his name to Shanlai, his son's name was Li Qingzhang, which was incompatible with the way people in the mountains were used to naming names. Li Sheng also "imitated" the wizard and set rules for his own family, and future generations will give priority to the Li character in their names.

The name of the cottage is Luolian Village, only because of the waterfall behind the village, and the local language is called "Luolian". In the Savage Mountains, there are many cottages like Luolian.

The wizard Musheng is a "divine worker" worshiped by many surrounding villages, and his status is honorable. Whenever there is something in the village, the festival in the clan, Mu Sheng is indispensable to make sacrifices and pray to God. Now that such a great god has really come, he doesn't dare to make a mistake, and even the tools and traces of the practice that he usually uses are hidden without traces.

Mu Xi glanced at this "miracle worker" who was only in the age of knowing his fate, this person did have a pair of natural yin and yang eyes, he could see the demons and evil spirits that ordinary people could not see, and his sense of aura was also more acute than ordinary people. If you meet the opportunity thirty years earlier, it is a good Taoist embryo.

It's just that now that he is old and weak, he doesn't see any obvious aura on his body.