If it were the most thrilling day of our lives, all of these seventeen would choose today.

If you don't die in a catastrophe, there will be a blessing in the future, and this sentence, which I didn't believe much before, has become the truest portrayal of them now.

Get out of the demon wolf and be free from now on.

With a full stomach of joy, when I went to see the young son in front of me, they were not good at talking, they couldn't smash a fart mouth with three sticks, and they couldn't say what flowers they were, so they could only use the most simple and simple way to kneel down to express what everyone thought at this time.

Seventeen people knelt down together, kowtowed and bowed, and Wang Chunshan's voice trembled: "The master is above, let us get out of danger, great kindness, this life is not over." ”

It was a gesture, and Li Xian didn't expect these ordinary little thieves who had lived under the fear of the demon wolf for so many years to show much gratitude.

He said aloud: "In the future, we must take the right path." ”

Seventeen people bowed again: "What the master said is that we have long been tired of life in the mountains, and this time we have escaped by luck, and we no longer dare to think anything wrong; ”

"There is a meeting in the mountains and rivers, it's not too early, you should hurry up and get on the road. ”

Seventeen people got up and looked back, bowed reverently again, dragged their exhausted bodies, and disappeared to the end of the official road with the joy of "rebirth".

The ginkgo tree, who witnessed the whole process, said indifferently in his rich voice: "Li Gongzi, such a wise heart is rare in the world. ”

Li Xian turned around and smiled, looking at the ginkgo tree that was leafy and had only known each other for a day or two: "The seniors have won the award." ”

I thought I would hear the ginkgo tree continue to sigh, but I didn't expect it to make a sharp turn: "I have also been practicing hard for thousands of years, and I can't ask for it, and I hope that Li Gongzi will guide me." ”

Li Xian was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and smiled bitterly: "The Tao is the way, the very way, those who understand will naturally understand, and those who don't understand what they say will not understand it no matter how clear they are; ”

Li Xian fled and walked over there, not because he didn't want to say it, but he really said too much and he couldn't blow it.

Sun Youcai didn't leave, he waited halfway, in a place that was already far away from the ginkgo tree, waiting for Li Xian.

Finally seeing a familiar figure, he drove over and shouted a few times: "Young master, is the matter done?"

Sun Youcai helped Li Xian to get on the car, lying in the carriage, a little tired, and he was not interested in the peony festival that was about to resume.

"If you're hungry, go back and eat first. ”

Sun Youcai waved his whip, and the short-term depression of being driven away by the young master was fleeting, and he was full of strength, and he was more energetic than when he came.

Li Xian was gone, leaving behind questions and shocks, but he still lingered around the Xinxiang Garden for a long time.

"Dad, is that a wolf, a talking wolf?" Liu Chong, who had just come out of the corner of Xinxiangyuan, stared wide-eyed and asked this father, who had lived dozens of years longer than him and knew more.

Liu Changgeng, the shopkeeper, doesn't have much knowledge, he can't say one, two, three, but he knows a little bit about the messy books of gods and demons, and he is a talking wolf, and he heard of it for the first time.

The shopkeeper smacked his lips: "Yes, wolf." ”

"I bowed to Young Master Xian just now, Dad, what do you say is going on? Young Master Xian is not only not afraid, but also says so much. ”

The shopkeeper who really couldn't answer this question had to say: "I don't know, adults don't inquire about the affairs of children; the virtuous young master is different from ordinary people, he has great ability, and he is rare and strange; hurry up and work, and he can set up a stall here again tomorrow." ”

Liu Chong was busy until he saw a bunch of errands on the other side, with more question marks on his face than himself, and he grabbed the back of his head like a hillbilly, and his heart calmed down a lot.

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Many years ago, the famous people in Qingyang City were not the previous high-ranking city lords, nor the rich celebrities with thousands of pockets, but the only person in Qingyang City who could enter the second-class sect in the past hundred years.

When Song Wanxi entered the sect more than 20 years ago, the ministers of the Beiyang Dynasty led countless princes and nobles to come to congratulate, and the entire Qingyang City was very lively and glorious that day.

Song Wanxi lived up to his expectations and entered the sect, and after a few years, he became the most proud disciple of his sect.

It's a pity that the change came so quickly, ten years ago, in a mission sent by the sect, Song Wanxi was unfortunately poisoned, the sect struggled to rescue and picked up a life, the road of the sect, the road of martial arts came to an abrupt end.

The sect couldn't stay any longer, and returned to Qingyang City with Song Wanxi, who was full of unwillingness and resentment, in all the rumors.

did not return to his hometown, compared with the infinite scenery when he left Qingyang City, when he came back, there were only a few faint greeting voices left, and countless cool words that could be heard anywhere.

In the past ten years, I have sought medical advice everywhere, seen countless famous doctors, and taken a lot of precious medicinal materials, but the huge wounds left by poisoning are still unresolved.

Even if he took the Xingbao that his son Song Yushu and his family desperately snatched back, the effect was limited to "a little usefulness", and it was too much to completely cure it.

"Yushu, don't worry, life and death are fate, look at the point. I almost put your life on the line, what is the use of healing my injuries in that case?" Song Wanxi on the hospital bed looked like he was sixty years old, but he was actually in his early forties.

"Dad, I can't give up yet, Li Gongzi seems to have a great future that night, I'll go look for him and see if there's any way. Song Yushu's injury has not healed yet, after dealing with the aftermath of the Song family who followed him to his death that night, he couldn't sleep well, his father took Xingbao, and there was no improvement, so he wanted to see if there was any other way.

"Dad has also seen a lot of talented young people, martial arts cultivation may be amazing and talented people at a young age, but this medical skill is based on the accumulation of years of experience, I heard you say that this Li Gongzi is not very old, I am afraid that he will not be able to help much. Yushu, take care of your business, don't worry about Dad's injury. ”

Song Wanxi, whose voice is weak, doesn't want to return to his peak state, the murderer who poisoned him is still at large, and he dreams of bringing the murderer who harmed himself into the miserable state he is now brought to justice, but the reality has made him wander in despair more than once, without the mental strength, and without the persistence to continue waiting.

Song Yushu agreed repeatedly, but he was thinking about something else in his heart.

The father's words were repeated many times, always saying that they could not be cured, and that they would not be cured, and that they would not be cured until they were persuaded many times, and that they would do what the son could do, and he would only know if it was useful or not.

Besides, this Li Gongzi must meet him, and he must say thank you in person for his life-saving grace that night.

"Dad, you can rest, it's not too early. Closing the door, Song Yushu came out of the room.

Early the next morning, Song Yushu went to Li's house with sincerity and a lot of gifts that he could get his hands on.