Early the next morning, the red sun was rising, and the sunlight penetrated the dense forest layer by layer, sprinkling on the body of the person leaning under the tree, which was a little warm. When Wei Qimu and Wei Zhiyu woke up, Shen Chai was gone. This night, Wei Qimu didn't have the slightest defense against Shen Chai - of course, even if he was defensive, it would be useless. Shen Chai really didn't kill Wei Qimu, and even Zhong Lixiu and Xia Wei didn't chase after him, which was a good sign.

Wei Zhiyu stretched his lazy arms and waist, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, he looked up, but saw that the snow and the sun were blended, a little bit of Yingying, quite a "thousand peaks, bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, ten thousand trees, pineapples, ten thousand silver" atmosphere. He couldn't help but praise: "Oh, what a picture of snow in the forest!"

Wei Qimu had no intention of lingering on the scenery, he recalled the conversation with Shen Chai last night, remembered half of it, and forgot half of it. Maybe it's thinking about himself and others, Wei Qimu suddenly felt that this Shen chasing down was also very interesting, not like the rumored to be a fierce and evil person.

Wei Qimu walked away, and Wei Zhifu followed, stepping on the snow on the road with a "squeak" sound. Unconsciously, the two of them had been walking for a long time, and seeing that they were about to leave the forest, Wei Qimu suddenly felt an awe-inspiring killing intent in front of him.

Wei Qimu stopped, and was about to beckon Wei Zhi to retreat, when dozens of white figures fell in the forest in front of him like snow. These white figures are all dressed in snow-colored white robes, and their chests are printed with red flame patterns - Manichaeism!

Wei Qimu said in his heart: "Why did Manichaeism come to Suzhou?"

Before he could think of it, two figures jumped into view: one of them was an old man with gray hair and a straight nose, the old man was wearing a white robe and a purple scarf around his head, and he was one of the three elders of Manichaeism. The other is a burly and fierce man, also wearing a white robe, with a plain scarf wrapped around his head, holding a tiger-headed gold-backed broadsword in his hand, and seven and a half flames are printed on his chest.

Wei Qimu naturally recognized this person, and this person was the White Tiger, one of the masters of the Manichaean Four Elephant Altar. It's just that there were only six red flames embroidered by the white tiger on the white tiger's white robe before, but now there are seven and a half flowers, which is the same as the previous Fang Lianhe.

Bai Hu sneered first: "Heh! Isn't this the famous 'Sword Slaughter' - Wei Qimu?"

The old man also opened his mouth: "Wei Qimu, I haven't seen you for a long time." Are you going to be caught and go back to the Holy Sect with me, or do you want the two of us to do it?" He knew that he was not Wei Qimu's opponent, so he brought the white tiger with him when he spoke.

The old man's expression was the same, but Wei Qimu didn't feel his arrogance like before, I don't know if Wei Qimu's internal strength increased a little at this time, or if the old man was a little haggard than before.

Over the past year, Manichaeism has been busy pacifying martial arts and subduing people's hearts. At this time, everything was over, and the Manichaean leader Fang Jie naturally remembered Wei Qimu's revenge for killing his son. Fang Jie's two factions, Baihu and Ren Lao, with dozens of disciples of the Four Elephant Altar, went deep into the Jiangnan area and made sure to capture Wei Qimu alive. After the white tiger and the old man entered Suzhou, they heard that Wei Qimu killed hundreds of people overnight, and got the name of "knife slaughter", so they laid a bright and dark net in the Suzhou area, and today they really bumped into it.

"Just by the two of you can please move Wei?" Wei Qimu raised his true spirit, so he sang a high tone, and his voice was majestic and his momentum was good. He whispered to Wei Zhi again, "Manichaeism is very difficult, you go first." ”

Where did Wei Zhi die: "What should you do?"

Wei Qimu said: "They have always wanted to capture me back to Manichaeism, and they will definitely not kill me easily, you quickly go to Shen Chai to save me." ”

Wei Zhi hesitated, and Wei Qimu secretly urged: "Hurry up, if you also fall into the hands of Manichaeism, I will not have a chance of survival." ”

Wei Zhi had no choice but to leave first, looking for Shen to save people. The Manichaean people did not go to intercept Wei Zhi's death, and Wei Qimu was secretly relieved to see Wei Zhi's death go away. Naturally, he didn't know whether the Manichaeans killed or captured him, and Shen chased him without a trace—he naturally didn't expect Wei Zhishu to find Shen Chase. He just used the excuse to support Wei Zhi's death, and he didn't want to affect him.

The white tiger turned cold and asked, "Wei Qimu, where is the Qinglong Vermilion Bird?"

Wei Qimu sneered: "Do you still have the face to mention the two of them?"

The white tiger was annoyed and angry, and the tiger head knife in his hand flickered, blooming a golden knife and slashing towards Wei Qimu. This knife is very powerful, far better than before. Wei Qimu was secretly surprised by the improvement of the White Tiger's martial arts, and said in his heart, "No wonder he sent the White Tiger to deal with me, it turns out that he has made great progress in martial arts." ”

Wei Qimu hurriedly shook his body slightly, and he avoided the knife. Rao was so, and the tiger's head knife still grazed his ear. Although Wei Qimu dodged a knife, he couldn't dodge the punch that came from the white tiger immediately. The punch slammed into Wei Qimu's shoulder, knocking him to the ground. Wei Qimu was affected by this punch, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, the white tiger smiled and said, "It turns out that you have been injured, and you are still pretending to be a good man here." ”

Wei Qimu laughed miserably in his heart, the Manichaeism had not troubled him for the past year, and he had even forgotten that there was such a powerful enemy, so that he did not want to forge ahead, and his martial arts did not advance an inch. This is not entirely to blame him, Taoist martial arts pay attention to the word "enlightenment", since he can't continue to comprehend "Ruoshui Dao", blindly practicing hard will be counterproductive.

Wei Qimu now only wants to die quickly, so he said excitedly: "I killed Fang Lianhe, and Manichaeism will not let me go." But you, a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and a lackey who betrays his friends and seeks glory, will be punished sooner or later!"

The white tiger was said by Wei Qimu to be the weakness in the center, and he was embarrassed and angry, and he raised the tiger's head knife to chop Wei Qimu. When the old man saw it, his body moved rapidly, and he could stop the white tiger.

Seeing that the old man was obstructing, the white tiger frowned and said, "What does the old man mean?"

The old man said: "Wei Qimu can't be killed now, he must be brought back to the Holy Sect and handed over to the sect leader for disposal." ”

Baihu groaned for a while, and said, "It's okay, just let this surnamed Wei live for a few more days." However, I will abolish his martial arts first, so as not to cause trouble in the future. ”

Although the old man did not want to destroy Wei Qimu's martial arts, it was inconvenient to stop him, after all, this Wei Qimu was not a friend or foe. What's more, today's White Tiger is no longer comparable to the past, he was first in charge of the four altars of Manichaeism, and then he was accepted by the sect leader as a personal disciple to teach the Manichaean supreme "Two Patriarchal Laws". This white tiger has won Fang Lianhe's trust, and is similar in age to Fang Lianhe, and may one day replace Fang Lianhe as the new young leader of Manichaeism.

White Tiger's internal strength is not deeper than Wei Qimu's, but it is impossible for him to use his internal force to remove Wei Qimu's martial arts. So the white tiger made people clamp Wei Qimu, and asked people to take an iron chain with two fingers thick and several zhang long. The white tiger held the iron chain, wiped Wei Qimu's cheek, and said with a hideous face: "Wei Qimu, have you ever tasted the taste of the pipa bone being locked?"

This pipa backbone is tied to all the meridians of a person's upper body, and if the pipa bone is clamped by iron chains, no matter how strong your martial arts are, you can't show it.

Wei Qimu's body was restrained at this time, and he couldn't move, but he was not afraid in his heart, his eyes looked at the white tiger indifferently, and his face was as calm as a windless lake. When the white tiger saw Wei Qimu's expression, he was shocked by this calm complexion, and he was a little jealous, and he was even more annoyed in his heart. The white tiger poured the internal force into his palm, and smashed the two ends of the iron chain into Wei Qimu's shoulder. The chain passed through Wei Qimu's pipa bone and locked it firmly.

Wei Qimu tasted the pain of the iron chain piercing the bones for the first time, and he couldn't help but cry out for a while, his voice was tragic and sad, but it made the white tiger laugh "haha".

The old man couldn't bear Wei Qimu to suffer like this, so he stepped forward and wanted to apply gold sore medicine to him to stop bleeding and eliminate trauma. The white tiger stopped the old man and said with a smile: "Don't panic when you are old, it's just that you wear a pipa bone, your martial arts are wasted, and you can't die." ”

Taking advantage of Wei Qimu's serious injury, the white tiger captured him alive in one fell swoop, and locked his pipa bone, which can be regarded as completing the dispatch of the Manichaean master. The White Tiger Man did not dare to delay for a moment, and immediately led people back to the Manichaean altar. The white tiger held a grudge against Wei Qimu, so he tied the chain locked in Wei Qimu behind the horse, and then suddenly raised a whip and galloped away on the white horse. Wei Qimu's pipa bones were locked, so he had to follow the horse and gallop wildly.

Wei Qimu relied on the remaining internal strength at the beginning, and he was still able to barely keep up, since this white tiger was willing to let him suffer, he naturally refused to spare it easily. Wei Qimu followed the horse for more than half an hour, and finally his internal strength was exhausted, his feet were weak, and he stumbled unconsciously. This was not tight, the horse did not stop for a moment, dragging Wei Qimu to continue forward, pulling the iron chain straight. The iron chain grinds the bones, and its sound can be heard, Wei Qimu was full of flesh and blood for a while, the pain was unbearable, and he soon passed out. The sun is getting higher and higher, the snow is beginning to melt, the road is trampled by horses and muddy, and the face of Wei Qimu behind the horse is full of mud.

After traveling for half a day, people were afraid that Wei Qimu would not be able to hold on, so they let the white tiger rest. Baihu didn't want Wei Qimu to die easily, so he found a roadside tavern and stopped the people. The Manichaeans entered the shop to rest for a while, and Wei Qimu was tied to the horse willow.

The white tiger still hated Wei Qimu for his bad deeds, and he was not good at surrendering his identity to torture Wei Qimu personally, so he secretly taught the people under his command to "take care" of him. When the Manichaeans got the order of the White Tiger, they trampled all the food on the soles of their feet, and then gave it to Wei Qimu to eat. Wei Qimu didn't eat, he didn't make a sound, only his face was indifferent. When these Manichaeans saw Wei Qimu's invincibility and invincibility, they also became angry and began to insult him, adding fists and kicks. What's more, he used Wei Qimu as a thatched pit manure tank and pulled all the feces and urine on his body. Even the horse seemed to be instructed and pulled non-stop.

The Manichaean crowd looked at Wei Qimu, who was covered in mud and smelly, and they all laughed and said, "This is the legendary 'knife slaughter' Wei Qimu, hahahaha!"

Seeing everyone humiliating Wei Qimu like this, he wanted to dissuade him but was stopped by Baihu to eat and drink. It didn't stop until the dead of night. All the Manichaeans had fallen asleep, but Wei Qimu lay on the horse willow and had no sleep all night.

The winter moon is merciless, and the night is getting colder.

Wei Qimu had a green shirt on his body, his strength was damaged at this time, and it was difficult to rely on internal strength to keep out the cold, and he was lying on the melting and refreezing snow, only to feel that the sky was cold and frozen, and it was cold to the bone. Moreover, he did not eat water and rice for a day, and there was no trace of heat in his body, which can be described as hungry and cold. But what is this hunger and cold compared to the humiliation he has suffered today? Wei Qimu Wangyue was speechless, and there was endless grievance and grief in his heart, he was traumatized and his dignity was lost.

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

There was a human voice under the moon, which was naturally the voice of an old man.

The old man changed Wei Qimu's clothes, put on gold sore medicine, and fed a few mouthfuls of cold food. He looked at the young man, who was only twenty years old, and suddenly sighed: "You have changed a lot. When you and I first met, your eyes were clear and innocent, and you were innocent and resolute. Now, in your eyes, all I see is indifference and desolation. ”

Wei Qimu was still silent.

People look up at the sky, and they look at the moon. He seemed to be speaking to Wei Qimu, and he seemed to be talking to himself: "Manichaeism has also changed. Since Sect Leader Fang came out, he has been ambitious, showing his ambitions, and wants to dominate the rivers and lakes. But how easy is it to conclude a hegemony? Slaughtering Shaolin, destroying heaven and man, killing people is not counted......"

"You are a rare young hero, if you want to live, you can only convert to Manichaeism, and I will intercede with the sect leader at that time......"

People don't know whether they are in good spirits or pity Wei Qimu, in short, this night, he feels a lot of emotion.