After saying that, the bamboo pole in his hand swept over, and Dao Xueke immediately pulled Chu Qing'an behind him, stepped forward himself, and reached out to catch the bamboo pole that came.

"Kid, don't you want to be a bird? Today, Lao Tzu killed the daughter of Chu Yunshan, who had a human face and a beast's heart, and he was kind, maybe he would spare your life!" the old man shouted, but instead of scaring away Dao Xueke, he made Chen Wuqiao, who had lost his mind, so frightened that he covered his face and hid in the corner of the stone pavilion. Dao Xueke said: "The predecessors are also masters, and they should know why the hatred of the previous generation should be borne by the younger generations. Today is not the beginning of the juniors, but I don't want the seniors to kill innocents indiscriminately, since the master of Chumen injured the seniors thirty years ago, what does it have to do with today's Chu Qing'an? If the seniors really want to kill Qing'an, then they must kill the juniors first!"

The old man sneered disdainfully and said, "Don't you hear that your father and son repay their debts, since you have the heart to die, then today Lao Tzu will become a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks!" After that, he kicked the knife snowman in the lower abdomen, and the knife snowman felt that his abdomen was as painful as if he had been stabbed, and he couldn't help but hold his lower abdomen and retreat a few steps, Chu Qing'an hurriedly helped him to stand still. How could the old man stop there, he flew up, the bamboo cane hit his head, Dao Xueke hurriedly stretched out his forearm to resist, how did he know that the bamboo cane had not yet been stained with clothes, but the afterimage was divided into dozens of stick shadows, from different directions together, Dao Xueke couldn't dodge, and the stick on his head couldn't prevent a rod on his waist, and in the blink of an eye, he had been hit by dozens of sticks, and the clothes on his body and the exposed skin were left with stick marks of different shades, which showed the depth of the strength. Dao Xueke couldn't resist it, took half a step back, his feet were weak, he sat down on his knees, and spit out a mouthful of blood at the old man's feet.

"Brother Xue!" Chu Qing'an hurriedly squatted down to support Dao Xueke, let Dao Xueke half lie in his arms, and shouted at the old man with a slight cry, "Old guy, you liar!

"Hahahaha!" the old man's laughter echoed in the stone hall, "Lao Tzu has been blind for thirty years, and he has long been able to use his ears instead of his eyes to hear and distinguish his position." Boy! When Lao Tzu saw that you had a bit of courage, he showed mercy to his subordinates and did not use internal strength. "Thank you, senior... Raise your hand. Dao Xueke replied with a weak fist clench.

The old man said, "Give you one more chance, step aside, and I won't kill you." If you insist on protecting this girl, then don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless!" Dao Xueke slowly stood up with Chu Qing'an's support, and gently pushed Chu Qing'an, who was full of worry, to the side: "In this case, senior, please take action." ”

"When I knocked on your waist, I saw you hanging two knives, why didn't you use weapons?" asked the old man. Dao Xueke hugged his fists and said: "The younger generation does not dare to use the knife with the seniors, and is only willing to use his fists and feet to pick up the stick kung fu of the seniors." ”

"Hmph, what a big breath!" the old man snorted again, but threw the bamboo pole in his hand aside, "but it's also a little bloody." In this case, Lao Tzu can't bully the juniors, so I will send you to the West Heaven with my fists and feet today!" After saying that, a punch rushed straight in, and Dao Xueke turned his face to the side to avoid the fist, but the fist was as sharp as a blade, and he wiped his cheeks, and he couldn't help but feel a little painful. Dao Xueke cut it with another palm, but the old man easily pushed it away, turned his palm into a fist, and swept it over with a swing arm, and the old man leaned over to avoid the punch, and hit Dao Xueke on the lower abdomen with a palm. Dao Xueke was hit in the abdomen again, his delicate face was a little distorted, and he couldn't bear it and took two steps back. Chu Qing'an hurriedly rushed forward, held Dao Xueke, and shouted at the old man: "You have lived for a hundred years, and you have relied on a hundred years of cultivation to bully a junior, what kind of ability is it!

The old man laughed sharply, and his godless eyes kept turning: "Girl, you don't want to provoke me! I was going to kill you both, but since you can't wait, you two will come together!"

"Brother Xue, since he has murderous intentions, why should we have reservations!" With that, Chu Qing'an took out the Folding Snow Sword and stabbed at the old man. Who knew that the old man didn't dodge or dodge, and a palm was meeting the tip of the snow sword, who knew that the tip of the sword was still three inches away from the palm of the palm, but it couldn't pierce it. Ren Na Chu Qing'an's sideburns already had beads of sweat, his silver teeth were biting, and it was difficult for his soles to advance an inch by inch. The five fingers of the old man's right palm were slightly bent, and the body of the folded snow sword was bent, Chu Qingan was shocked, and the old man's arm shook again, and he threw the folded snow sword aside. But Na Chu refused to give up the sword peacefully, and as the sword hit the stone wall of the stone hall, he couldn't bear the impact and fainted.

Seeing this, Dao Xueke was furious, and he also had a murderous intent, and the double knives turned into his hands, and he flew out the leaf finder and bamboo knife with a broken drink. The blade of the blade tore through the sky, killing with a cold aura like snow. The old man didn't care, he did a somersault backwards, his palms and fingers bent, and the sword qi and internal force disappeared in an instant, and the two knives stopped in the air. The old man spread his palms to the sides, and the two knives flew to the sides as if listening to his words, and stabbed out of the stone wall, causing several cracks to crack the stone wall.

Such a terrifying internal force, Dao Xueke has never seen it. Whether it is Chu Yunshan or Xiao Wuxian, or even the father in his childhood memory does not have the terrifying internal strength, although Dao Xueke's face still does not change, there is already half a retreat and two fears in his heart.

Losing his weapon, Dao Xueke can only use his fists and feet again, he knows that the disparity in internal force is too great, and he can only strike first and defeat the enemy with one move, otherwise there will be no chance to fight back. He took a few steps back, ran towards the stone wall in the opposite direction, along the stone wall, his feet were light, vertically up, and turned around and fell, the qi of the dantian surged, circulating all over the body, if the mountain spring gathered in the river and sea, poured into the palms, and suddenly shot out, this move Dao Xueke held the heart that if he couldn't hurt him, he and Chu Qing'an would die, and he tried his whole body to fight, and the overwhelming cold air was pressed down from the stone hall, and Dao Xueke's mouth was wide open, and his eyes were round. The old man also flew up and greeted him with both palms, compared to the desperate blow that Dao Xueke was ready to attack, the old man took his move lightly.

With four palms facing each other, Dao Xueke's face turned pale, and a line of blood was left at the corner of his mouth, dripping down his jaw. Although it is still in a stalemate, Dao Xueke knows that he will be defeated, and between the palms, his small internal force is like a mud cow entering the sea, and the old man's internal force is like an unfathomable endless ocean, and he is a small pool of crystal clear water. His internal force seemed to be diverted, flowing in the opposite direction along the gap between his palms, and he came straight to Dao Xueke, who couldn't resist it, and it was difficult to resist, and he raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then suddenly fell to the ground, coughing and vomiting blood. He gritted his teeth and crawled towards Chu Qing'an little by little with his arms, and when he crawled to Chu Qing'an's side, he held her in his arms and waited quietly for death, and a teardrop hung on the corner of his eye that he himself had not even noticed. The two of them thought that jumping off the cliff would be certain to die, but they were never saved by this old man, and now the old man is going to kill them again, and the ups and downs of life are unbearable.

The old man turned a somersault and fell to the ground, only to feel a slight chill in his palm, and after carefully rubbing it, he realized that it was the true qi of the sword snowman left when he was in the palm of his hand, and it had turned into a faint layer of frost in his palm. The old man leaned to the tip of his nose as if it was incredulous, sniffed it, and rubbed it repeatedly with his fingertips, and then he was sure that it was indeed frost. He hurriedly walked to the direction of Dao Xueke, grabbed the placket of Dao Xueke's clothes and lifted him against the wall, but he was short, and Dao Xueke was just sitting on the ground with his back against the stone wall, there were still residual blood stains at the corners of his mouth, his eyes were slightly closed, his face was pale, and his face was weak.

"Boy, where did you learn your martial arts?" the old man asked hurriedly. But Dao Xueke already had the heart of death, so why should he care about this question, so he smiled slightly, and replied softly: "If you want to kill, you will kill, why do you need to ask more?" The old man put his dirty face up and said viciously: "Boy, don't think that this matter is over if you die! If Lao Tzu asks you, you will say it quickly, otherwise Lao Tzu will let you see this girl with your own eyes that it is better to die!"

Dao Xueke himself didn't care about life and death, but he wanted to protect Chu Qing'an, but he remembered his life experience, for fear that this old man was related to the old enmity of Kexue Villa, but after thinking about it, it was ten years before Kexue Villa was destroyed, and this old man had been under this cliff for thirty years, and he thought that it had nothing to do with him, so he said: "Of course it was taught by my father." ”

"Isn't your father Su Shang, the owner of the Kexue Mountain Villa at the Sword Mountain Pass outside the Yaoye Mansion?" the old man said with his head tilted.

Dao Xueke's face changed greatly when he heard this, he choked on his chest in one breath, coughed and struggled and said, "How do you know your father's name?" "Sure enough, you are the grandson of Old Man Su! Su Jin, this old man, is old, but he didn't expect that there is a third generation now! He can rest in peace in the Heavenly Spirit." The old man let go of the knife and jumped back, raising his hands to the sky, his expression as if he were paying tribute to an old friend.

Dao Xueke stood up with the stone wall strongly, his whole body seemed to fall apart, his bones creaked, and when he saw him talk about his father and grandfather one after another, he was puzzled in his heart, and asked with a sigh of relief: "Senior, didn't you know your father and grandfather?"

Lao Tzu and your grandfather are old friends, and they want to walk the rivers and lakes back then, young and vigorous, looking for people to compete in martial arts. As a result, there were many grievances, he was chased and killed, and he was seriously injured and fled all the way to the icy and snowy mountains, and accidentally broke into the Snow Mountain Villa. It was your grandfather Su Jin who rescued Lao Tzu, managed business for me, and settled properly. Lao Tzu was a wandering life, and after the injury was healed, he was going down the mountain, and your grandfather still gave it to him, and said that if he encountered trouble again in the future, he could go back to Kexue Mountain Resort for help. But your grandfather's great kindness, Lao Tzu has never forgotten, but it has always been difficult to repay. After that, Lao Tzu and your grandfather became friends of life and death, and they have been friends for decades in the blink of an eye. Your grandfather is blessed and rich, and he has a son when he is old, so he has your father Su Shang. Later, your grandfather went before me, and when your father took over the helm of Kexue Villa, Lao Tzu also went to visit and congratulate. Decades have passed in a flash, and Lao Tzu has never been able to return to Kexue Mountain Villa and put a stick of incense in front of your grandfather's spiritual seat. It is really the only regret of Lao Tzu in this life. But today, I can meet you, the young owner of Kexue Mountain Villa, under this cliff, only to see you use that frost true qi, if it weren't for the orthodoxy of the Su family, the internal force would never be so pure. Su Jin has a grandson like this, it's really his luck!"

Although Dao Xueke was still skeptical, he now had to take this opportunity to find a glimmer of life for Chu Qing'an: "Since the seniors and the younger grandfathers are friends of life and death, please raise your noble hands and let us two go." The harm that the Lord of Trumen has done to you, you really shouldn't let Qing'an bear it, if the seniors have to take revenge, the juniors ask to bear it on her behalf. ”

"That's it, in the past 30 years, Lao Tzu has worked hard to cultivate, and finally succeeded. If he wanted to seek revenge on Chu Yunshan, Lao Tzu would have gone out and killed that Ye Jianmen to the point that there was no armor left, so why wait until today. Now that the bullying is on your two juniors, Lao Tzu is also impulsive and angry. Besides, since you are the grandson of Old Man Su, how can Lao Tzu kill his grandson and granddaughter-in-law?" Dao Xueke was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Thank you, senior." After that, he went to help Chu Qing'an again, crossed her legs, and sat behind her, wanting to heal Chu Qing'an's injuries. Chu Qing'an was unconscious by impact, but it was only an abrasion on the outside of the skin, and it did not hurt the internal organs. And Dao Xueke just poured all his internal strength to fight against the old man, and was almost eaten by internal force, and now because he was worried about Chu Qing'an, he forcibly used his luck to heal her, and just wanted to probe the dantian to take a breath of true qi, but he only felt that the true qi in his abdomen was like a mess, forcibly exercising, abdominal pain, and felt an iron smell in his throat, and he couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood and leaned back.

When the old man heard the sound of Dao Xueke vomiting blood, he guessed that he must have forcibly used his luck to heal the girl's injuries, so his internal injuries were aggravated, so he hurriedly jumped behind Dao Xueke and held him up, slapped him on the shoulder with one palm, and pressed his heavenly spirit with the other. The majestic internal force poured from the thin body into the body of the knife snowman, and traveled all over the body of the knife snowman, driving his blood flow, dredging the meridians, forcing out blood stasis, and opening up the acupoint meridians. Dao Xueke suddenly felt that his abdomen was hot, and it must be that the old man was using his true qi to mediate the chaotic true qi in Dao Xueke's abdomen.

"Boy, you are also a martial arts family, you are seriously injured but you still want to heal this girl, if you die, how can you see your grandfather Su Lao Tzu after you go down? Dao Xueke crossed his legs, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and put his palms on his knees. The old man jumped in front of Dao Xueke, pressed his palms on the two sea points of qi and blood under the left and right breasts of Dao Xueke, and then withdrew his palms, turned his palms into fingers, and pointed at the forehead acupoint in the middle of his forehead, and his fingers rotated around, and then he slapped his palms on his forehead. Dao Xueke's face suddenly turned red and yellow, and beads of sweat continued to ooze from his forehead, and the beads of sweat became more and more coherent. Dao Xueke's body trembled slightly, as if he was in some pain, and a wisp of white smoke floated straight out of the middle of his head, and after a while, the white smoke also dissipated.

The old man withdrew his right hand and circled his arms around the circle, slowly calming down the internal force he had released. Dao Xueke slowly opened his eyes, only to feel that his previous heavy body was light again, his bones and joints were no longer painful, and the dantian in his abdomen was also very warm, as if he had never been injured. Dao Xueke hurriedly saluted the old man again: "Thank you seniors for healing your juniors!"

"You are really the grandson of Old Man Su, exactly the same as your grandfather and your father! Always so many courtesies, it really gives Lao Tzu a headache! You don't have to shout in front of Lao Tzu in the future, otherwise Lao Tzu will get angry, maybe he will be sorry for that Old Man Su!" The old man is just joking, and he won't really kill Dao Xueke, but he is really a headache for Dao Xueke's set of red tape.

Dao Xueke said: "But after all, the seniors are the same generation as their grandfathers, and the younger generations definitely don't dare to offend." There are ......" Dao Xueke hurriedly picked up Chu Qing'an, who was still lying on the ground, and said, "Please ask the seniors to heal Qing'an's injuries as well, the juniors are grateful!"

"She's just knocked unconscious, you carry her to the stone bed and roast the fire, and soon wake up, and those who want to come to practice martial arts won't be so unbeaten. The old man picked up the bamboo pole again and tapped the ground to get out of the cave.

Dao Xueke hurriedly asked, "May I ask the senior's surname?"

The old man stopped, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he laughed softly:

"No one has asked Lao Tzu's name for thirty years, boy, you remember, Lao Tzu's name is Qin Bu Forgive. ”

Dao Xueke took Chu Qing'an to the side of the stone bed, glanced at Chen Wuqiao, who was still hiding in the corner and shivering, ignored him, and carefully put Chu Qing'an in his arms on the stone bed, while he sat down against the stone bed and rested quietly for a while. The two have experienced two desperate encounters in succession, and they are really lucky to come.

After a while, Chu Qing'an woke up quietly, and saw that Dao Xueke was already lying motionless on the side of the stone bed, and he was still a little panicked at first, but when he saw that his body was undulating, his breathing was even, and he had fallen asleep, he put his mind at ease. She turned around and lay down on the bed, her cheek close to Dao Xueke, quietly looking at Dao Xueke's face, the white skin, long eyelashes, and thin lips were all imprinted on her heart. Chu Qingxin thought with peace of mind: "I've only known this man for a few days, and I can actually fall out with my father and senior brother for him, and even jump off the cliff with him, isn't this man capable of some Gu arts?" Thinking about it, he couldn't help but smile.

The old man was humming a song and rushing back from outside the cave, and at the end of the bamboo pole on his shoulder were a few fresh fish, and although they were pierced, the tail of the fish was still swinging. Chu Qing'an was still puzzled because he didn't see the old man, and when he saw the old man coming back, he couldn't help but exclaim softly, and quickly covered his mouth. But how could this small sound escape the old man who had been blind for thirty years, the old man's ears moved slightly, and he noticed it, and said with a soft smile: "Girl, are you awake?"

Chu Qing'an saw that he couldn't hide it, so he knelt on the stone bed, posing in his hand, wanting to fight with the old man for life and death, the old man got closer and closer, Chu Qing'an was timid in his heart, but he didn't flinch, just swallowed his saliva silently.

"Alright, alright, don't waste your efforts. If it weren't for this kid, you would have died a long time ago. The old man took the fish off the pole and threw it aside, and the fish was still jumping stubbornly, "Why don't you roast the fish yet? This is your dinner tonight." Otherwise, don't starve to death here with Lao Tzu, bad luck!"