"Boss...?Third Brother...?"

The sand bandit ignored Ye Feng, turned his head left and right to look at the two corpses on the ground, his expression was dazed, and he couldn't accept the facts in front of him for a while.

When he came back to his senses, the sand bandit pounced on one of the corpses, and wailed in his mouth: "Ah——! big brother!

He cried a few times at the top of his throat, and suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Feng, his eyes were full of grief and anger, and he stared at Ye Feng for a long time before asking, "Who are you!?Why did you sneak attack us?"

Ye Feng didn't answer, and pointed at the scimitar in the latter's hand with Xuan Jiao, "Where did that knife of yours come from?"

The sand bandit was stunned for a moment, glanced at the scimitar in his hand, thought about it carefully, and asked uncertainly: "You..... You're the guy who darts?"

"It's not..."

Ye Feng shook his head, "I am not a companion with them, but they have a favor with me." ”

The sand bandit was even more surprised when he heard this, his eyes rolled back and forth twice, and he continued in a seductive tone: "What benefits did they give you? I can give you three times... I'll give you ten times as much!"

In the eyes of this outlaw sand bandit, it is an eternal truth that people die for money, birds die for food.

He believed that as long as he gave enough chips, then Ye Feng would definitely let himself go.

However, he was wrong!

Because the person he wanted to buy was called Ye Feng, the young man who came out of Qingxi Town in the Great Song Dynasty.

Faced with the promise of the sand bandits, Ye Feng didn't react at all, just shook his head lightly, and said to himself: "Their kindness to me, your little gold and silver can't be compared, let alone replaced..."

"What did you say...?"

The sand bandits didn't understand what Ye Feng meant, and they wouldn't understand it until they died.

With the death of the leader of the sand bandits, Ye Feng's mood gradually calmed down a lot, the young man did not answer the doubts for the sand bandits, he slowly pulled out the sword Xuanjiao.

He glanced at the three-foot long sword in his hand, turned his head and whispered to the sand bandit: "Two choices, either I will kill you and let you be a corpse in the wilderness, or you will kill yourself with the scimitar in your hand, and I will collect the corpses for you..."

Ye Feng looked at the sand bandit calmly, waiting for his answer.

The sand bandit looked at the scimitar in his hand, then at Ye Feng, and finally fell on the two companions who had just died, and fell silent.

"Then I'll do it..."

Ye Feng raised the sword in his hand.

"Wait!"

The sand bandit suddenly raised his hand, looked at the two corpses of his companions beside him again, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said, "I'll do it myself, but you have to talk!"

"Definitely!"

Ye Feng nodded.

"Good!"

The sand bandit answered, pulled out his scimitar, and wiped his neck.

Thump~

The body fell in response.

Ye Feng stood quietly in place, looking at the corpse of the sand bandit who finally chose to commit suicide.

After a long silence, the thin young man returned the Xuanjiao to its sheath, picked up the scimitar on the ground, and began to dig in the sand.

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In the middle of a vast mountain three hundred miles east of the hilly town, there is a small mountain village called Linjia Village.

There was a widow in the village, alone with her seven-year-old son.

Although the widow's appearance is ordinary, her temperament is very gentle, and she is very down-to-earth and willing to do farm work, and she is never lazy.

It was not easy for the older women in the village to see the widow with a child alone, and the widow's behavior was also obvious to all in the village, so they would often go to her house to persuade her, saying that she should find another man while she was young and change her way of life, and should not just carry it by herself.

However, in the face of those who had crossed the threshold to intercede, the widow always smiled and shook her head in refusal, saying that she was afraid that her son would suffer because of this, so she did not want to remarry.

Over time, everyone slowly gave up the idea of persuading her to remarry...

In fact, there is another reason why those matchmakers and the singles in the village chose to give up.

That is, the widow's seven-year-old son would always say in front of everyone that his father was not dead, and he would come back to see them every important festival, and often boasted proudly to his playmates of the same age, saying that his father was a great hero who stood up to the sky, strong in martial arts, and even said that he had a nose and eyes for what he looked like.

In this isolated mountain village, the villagers did not know that there were rivers and lakes outside the mountains where they could eat people without spitting out bones.

So everyone naturally attributed what the widow's youngest son said to the ethereal ghost and god theory, and behind the scenes, they all began to talk about the widow's ghost husband...

In the face of the gossip in the village, the widow still got up before dawn to cook for her son, and then went down to the field with a cow by herself.

In the evening of this day, she carried a vegetable basket alone as usual, led the old cattle at home, and returned home.

As soon as he opened the courtyard door, the widow's youngest son, full of joy, came out of the house:

"Mother——! take a look at my wooden sword, is it good?"

A little boy of six or seven years old, dressed in rags, ran in front of her with a small wooden sword.

When the widow heard this, she snatched a small wooden sword from her son's hand, took it in her hand and looked at it carefully, and saw that the wooden sword was carved very expressively, so she couldn't help but ask her son happily: "This... Where did you get this wooden sword? Is your father back?"

"It's not..."

The little boy shook his head, bit his finger and thought for a while, and then explained to the widow, "It's a very interesting big brother, he said it was my father's friend, and he sent a lot of things!"

"What's that?"

The widow frowned and asked.

"I don't know..."

The little boy shook his head again, looking a little aggrieved, paused, then raised his hand to the hut behind him, and said to his mother:

"That's right, that big brother has sent everything to the house, you can go in and have a look!"

The suspicious widow listened to the little boy's words, and did not bother to inquire further, and hurried into the hut.

She searched around the house in a panic, and finally stopped at the fire kang in the back room.

Looking at the jade and calligraphy and paintings on the kang that seemed to be shining with golden light, the basket in her hand that she had not had time to put down fell to the ground "pop".

Tears welled up in his eyes in an instant.

What the woman didn't notice was that at the bottom of the pile of precious calligraphy and paintings and jade, there was a yellow jade pendant...

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Coming out of Lin Mu's widow's house, Ye Feng left Linjia Village quickly with the basket on his back, as if the small mountain village under his feet was a hot oil pot, and every time he stayed for a moment, he would suffer a little more.

Out of Linjia Village, the young man quickly walked into a big mountain, followed the marks he left behind, and finally found the toad ingots left here and the old man in yellow sitting on the ground in a cave.

He went to the cave and broke some branches, made a fire, and sat down next to the campfire.

Although the season at this time has not yet reached autumn, the country of Jin is located in the north, and the mountains at the foot are even more towering, and the temperature is still relatively cold.

"Ugh..."

The boy stared at the bonfire in front of him and sighed regretfully.

The toad ingots in the corner did not squeak, because it was also sad in its heart.

I don't know how long it took.

A somewhat familiar voice suddenly broke the silence:

"Hey, hey, hey..... Why don't you keep those treasures for yourself, and what do you do to the mother and daughter?"

"Since I promised Brother Lin that I would give those things to his family, how could I do such a despicable thing!?"

Ye Feng subconsciously replied.

After a pause, the young man suddenly turned his head to look at the old man in yellow beside him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The toad ingots were also an agitated spirit, hurriedly opened their sleepy frog eyes, and stared intently at the stupid old man's every move.

As the old man in yellow spoke, the previous calm and dullness in the cave disappeared, replaced by a tense suffocation.

The two people in the cave were frozen for a moment, and a smile suddenly appeared on Ye Feng's face, "You are really pretending to be stupid..."

The old man in yellow smiled "hehe" and asked disapprenanently, "Didn't you guess it a long time ago?"

Ye Feng nodded, "I did guess, but I'm curious why you have to follow me as a poor boy, so I have been taking you with me." ”

"Poor boy...?"

The old man in yellow muttered a sentence, then laughed a few times, and said meaningfully:

"Hahahaha~ I don't think you're an ordinary poor boy, the young generation in today's world, your wealth can definitely rank among the top three!"

"What do you mean by that?"

Ye Feng asked suspiciously.

The old man in yellow smiled mysteriously, put his hands on the bonfire, and closed his eyes in enjoyment.

After a long while, he opened his eyes and asked the young man rhetorically, "Let me ask you, is it that every time you are promoted through cultivation, there will always be a vision?"

"Huh?"

Ye Feng's gaze, which had already calmed down, became sharp again, and he looked at the old man in yellow coldly, noncommittal.

"Hehehe~"

The old man in yellow laughed dryly, turning his hands back and forth to bake the fire, and said to himself:

"As for people, you have to be clear about your situation at all times, if I were you, I would never be as rude as you!"

The old man looked at you Ye Feng with a smile, and in his eyes, there was no longer the stupid look he had before.

Ye Feng met his gaze without fear and asked tentatively, "Why should I believe you?"

The old man in yellow pursed his mouth and stroked his gray beard, "It's not credible, you have to listen to it first!"

Ye Feng didn't speak again.

After pondering for a long time, the young man suddenly stood up, bowed deeply to the old man in yellow, and said respectfully: "Boy Ye Feng, I beg the old gentleman to give me some guidance!"

The old man in yellow nodded with satisfaction, "Hahaha~ That's right!"

After a pause, the old man raised his hand to signal Ye Feng to sit down again, then stroked his beard and thought for a moment, his face was straight, and he asked the young man, "Do you know that there are two treasures in your body now?"