"Do you know Shang Junchang?"

"How did you kill Fang Lianhe?"

"By the way, why are you called Wei Qimu?"

......

Zhang Fengchen finally couldn't stay up and went back to his room to sleep, but Wei Qimu was not sleepy at this time. He went out of the room, and quietly jumped onto the roof of the inn's wing, and sat down in the corner of the ridge, holding his chin and looking at the stars.

Wei Qimu couldn't sleep because of Zhang Fengchen's disturbance, but because he suddenly missed his master and Yun Hail them.

Master is naturally his closest people, Yun Hail and Yuan Zifeng are one of his few friends, friends who have laughed and fought together. In the end, he still remembered Li Wan'er. I don't know where she is now, whether the trip is safe, and even, whether Lang Jun is virtuous.

"Heaven and earth are not kind, I am benevolent; ”

Wei Qimu was thinking wildly, but suddenly remembered such a sentence in his ears. He shuddered, only to find an old man standing in the wind at the other corner of the roof.

The old man was dressed in a white robe, with a purple scarf wrapped around his head, with a straight nose, strict eyebrows, and gray hair, about fifty or sixty years old.

How could this old man not be frightened when he could appear silently only about a foot away from Wei Qimu?

"What is benevolence, what is righteousness?" Although Wei Qimu was surprised in his heart, he answered calmly first.

"I am benevolence, I am righteousness. The old man's voice was flat, but there was an irresistible domineering aura invisibly.

What kind of answer is this? Wei Qimu was puzzled and asked again, "Then who are you?"

"The way to establish a person is benevolence and righteousness. They all call me old. ”

Wei Qimu suddenly remembered Li Keyong's words, there are three elders of heaven, earth and man above the four altar masters of Manichaeism, and it turns out that this old man is one of them.

At this time, he also found the seven red flames embroidered on the old man's chest, but the night was not very bright, and the pattern was not very eye-catching, so Wei Qimu did not notice it at first.

"Are you here to arrest me?" Knowing the identity of the person who came, Wei Qimu became more calm.

"Yes. ”

"Do you know why I killed Fang Lianhe?"

"I don't know. ”

"He kills innocents indiscriminately, isn't it benevolent for me to kill him? He coerced my friend, isn't it righteous for me to save him?"

"Yes. ”

"Since you claim to be benevolent and righteous, and what I do is benevolent and righteous, why do you want to arrest me?"

"That's your righteousness, not mine. ”

"......" Wei Qimu was speechless for a moment when he heard this.

"The benefactor is benevolent, and the rational is righteous. Sect Master Fang is kind to me, and I repay the kindness is benevolence; Fang Lianhe is the Lord to me, and what I repay is reasonable is righteousness. Seeing that Wei Qimu was stunned, the old man explained very generously.

"There is no right or wrong in benevolence?" Wei Qimu actually had a smile in his heart.

"Righteousness is greater than right and wrong. "But the old man doesn't seem to be a joker.

Wei Qimu felt that this old man was too stubborn and self-egoistic, and it seemed that it was difficult to make sense of reasoning, and I was afraid that this battle would not be avoidable. He was about to make an appointment to fight, but before he could speak, the old man's voice rose again: "Tie your hands, you are not my opponent." ”

The voice was extremely flat, but the domineering spirit was impossible to resist. This made Wei Qimu very irritable, and he hated this feeling.

Wei Qimu naturally wouldn't be caught with his hands tied, although he knew that this person's old martial arts were probably much higher than those of the Qinglong generation, but he might not have the strength to fight.

After thinking about it, he didn't answer, but performed light skills and went back and forth. He didn't want to involve Zhang Fengchen.

The old man followed behind Wei Qimu unhurriedly, and the distance was always about a zhang, not a step in a hurry, nor a minute slow. It's not like chasing and running, it's like a friend.

ran out of a few miles like this, and in a wilderness, Wei Qimu stopped, he wanted to compete with the strong!

The old man also stopped, but he was not in a hurry to do it. This is his self-sustaining and courage as a strong man and a senior.

Seeing that he was so supportive, Wei Qimu took the lead and used a lot of strength to throw a punch.

The old man was not in a hurry, the cuffs were breezy, the withered palms were condensed, and he received a punch.

The two fists intersected, gurgling, Wei Qimu immediately took three steps back, but the old man did not move.

Seeing that Wei Qimu only took three steps back, the old man stabilized his figure, and he sighed lightly in his mouth, thinking that he had underestimated this posterity.

Wei Qimu felt a chill in his heart, the feeling of the intersection of these two fists was different from before, and he only felt inexplicably dull at this collision. Although after the battle with Fang Lianhe, his internal strength has increased a little, and his actual combat experience has also been enriched a lot, but in the face of old people, a sense of powerlessness arises spontaneously in his heart.

He understands that this is the difference in strength!

Despite this, Wei Qimu still frantically sent out the hundred peerless masters one by one and forcibly attacked.

Although people seem to be able to cope with it easily, they just rely on their internal strength that is stronger than the other party. The martial arts performed by Wei Qimu were unheard of and unseen, and the martial arts of various sects were different, but they were somewhat similar. This makes the arrogant as an old man, and he has to look up to him. The person who can kill Fang Lianhe is naturally not an ordinary person.

In this way, Wei Qimu attacked dozens of moves in a row. People always tried his moves carefully, but they still couldn't find a flaw. He simply stopped blindly defending and began to counterattack.

The number of martial arts of the old man originated from Confucianism, and he has been famous for decades with "Ren Finger" and "Righteous Sword", and it is not enough to hurt people. Some people even believe that this person was a disciple of a certain school of Confucianism in his early years.

At present, the veteran index finger and middle finger are put together, and the luck of the three fingers of "brave", "faith" and "forgiveness" are attacked, respectively, to Wei Qimu's "canopy", "qi sea", and "left pylorus" three big holes.

Fingering is the essence of martial arts, which is quite difficult to practice, and there are very few people who can achieve it. The fingertips are formed by the condensation of internal force, and the qi is punched out through the fingertips!

The three fingers of the old man are full of energy, and they obviously have eight or nine points of fire. However, Wei Qimu didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick, and he had enough internal force to use the "Tianzhi Knife Method" to hit the hard.

These eight "Tianzhi" were cut off to three fingers, and the air currents collided, shining like stars sliding down. The old man took two steps back, dissolving the momentum. But Wei Qimu had a sweet throat, a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his chest and green shirt, and at the same time, he retreated more than a dozen steps back before stopping.

At this time, Wei Qimu truly and concretely felt that the gap in strength was an insurmountable ravine. He also clearly realized that only by fleeing can he live!

"There aren't many people who can hard-pick my three fingers, and you're so proud of your age. There seemed to be some approval in the unwavering tone of the old man.

Wei Qimu is injured but not messy, because he still has a killer weapon.

If it is said that each hundred schools have their own strengths, but there is one that can always live above the others, it is the Zongheng family. I am afraid that the vertical and horizontal art is the most powerful and wonderful martial arts in the world since ancient times.

The miscellaneous family will naturally absorb the essence of it, but when it is passed on to his generation, there is only one residual technique left.

At the beginning, there were two volumes of vertical and horizontal art, and each volume was divided into how many articles, how many moves each article covered, and how many styles each move changed. And now, Wei Qimu only has one of them in his hands.

And this is the formula, but it is his killer feature!

Wei Qimu knew after trying the first punch that he couldn't win the fight. But he still fought with all his might, firstly because he wanted to know the limit of his gap, and secondly, because this style of vertical and horizontal technique needed to be guided by the blood of his own heart and mouth before it could be sacrificed. This is a method of self-inflicted damage, so as much power as possible, there is great danger.

"Until the moment of life and death, you must not use the remnants of the vertical and horizontal techniques and the yin and yang techniques. Don't do it!" This is what Cha Ji often taught Wei Qimu, for fear that he would be young and vigorous, and he would use it in vain in the future.

Wei Qimu had already been forced to use the Yin-Yang Technique when he was in Weixian, and his self-damage should have been great, but he accidentally absorbed Fang Lianhe's internal force, not only did he not hurt himself, but his internal force increased a lot.

Although it was not as dangerous as the situation at that time, Wei Qimu knew clearly in his heart that only by using this residual technique could he escape.

Wei Qimu was silent, he pretended to be seriously injured and weak, so that he could paralyze the old man and wait for an opportunity to move.

The old man did not doubt that he believed in his own skills too much, and he was too conceited.

He slowly walked towards Wei Qimu, who was standing unsteadily on his chest, and only needed to click on his acupoint, and then bring it back to the main altar, and he was done.

The old man was about to reach out and point to Wei Qimu's "Qi Sea Acupoint", Wei Qimu had already silently recited in his heart, "Plan carefully, say that you want to listen, and everything will come true, this is-" At this point, he was lucky, and blurted out two words: no gap!

This is exactly the kind of remnant in the vertical and horizontal arts, and its name is "no gap"!

At the same time, above this wilderness, there was a sudden sound of wind and faint thunder. The fallen leaves and gravel on the ground, the remnants of the branches and the fragrant stamens, also flocked from all directions in an instant!

Seeing this momentum, the old man secretly said, "No! This is ...... How is it possible!"

"Flowers and leaves, all can hurt people" is the extremely high realm of martial arts, and those who can reach this realm are all a generation of grandmasters, and they are all talents. Of course, the elder didn't think that Wei Qimu had such a martial arts realm, but this ......

The old man was too close to Wei Qimu to defend himself. He stepped back, still surrounded by these debris, and hit his body one by one, faintly aching. Although the damage of these debris was not enough to be fatal, it was endless, and the number was so great that he could not escape for a while.

Wei Qimu sighed in his heart the magic of the vertical and horizontal technique, and took the opportunity to escape. He didn't know how long this style would last, but this style had almost exhausted all of his internal strength and a lot of hard work, and if he waited for everyone to get out, he was afraid that he would have no chance to escape.

Wei Qimu ran back to the inn, and he couldn't care about men and women, so he slammed the door directly and woke up Zhang Fengchen.

"What are you doing...... Ah, why is there so much blood in your chest? Are you injured? What happened?" Although Zhang Fengchen still looked worried, he was not ambiguous in his words.

"The Manichaeans have always found me, wounded me, and run away!" Wei Qimu was already very weak.

Zhang Fengchen was startled, but fortunately, she knew the priorities and hurriedly cleaned up. Before leaving, he didn't forget to take a pill for treating internal injuries and fed it to Wei Qimu, saying: "This is my family's 'Don't Fu Dan', although it is not a panacea, but the healing is still excellent." ”

Wei Qimu and Zhang Fengchen rode horses and fled to Juancheng overnight, and they didn't know if they could get rid of the pursuit of the old man.

Wei Qimu secretly healed his injuries along the way, but fortunately, Zhang Fengchen's "Don't Fu Dan" had a wonderful effect, and it melted into the lower stomach and quickly dispersed into the meridians.

Although his injuries have improved, Wei Qimu's mood is very depressed, but it is not because he was seriously injured this time. It's because he was originally a descendant of a hundred families, although the name of the miscellaneous family is not good, but the depth of its heritage is not comparable to that of ordinary sects.

For thousands of years, which one of the heirs of a hundred families has not been amazingly talented and gorgeous? Which one is not the pride of the sky? Every time a descendant of a hundred families goes out of the mountain, it will certainly set off a huge wave on the rivers and lakes.

And he Wei Qimu, not long after coming down the mountain, was frustrated again and again, and was forced to use life-saving moves twice. They will continue to be hunted down and killed, and they will continue to flee. This made him, who was originally very high-spirited, have to be lost.

Zhang Fengchen saw Wei Qimu like this, he wanted to speak but didn't dare to say much, and she was very uncomfortable along the way.