"My mother is so powerful?"

Jiang Mu's arrogance infected Jiang Ping, and strength is the foundation of speaking in this world. Even the cavalry lieutenant, who is half a level higher than the county master, is not worth mentioning in front of his mother.

"If you dare to provoke me, just find a chance to kill me, even if you can't find evidence in Shenwu Kingdom, you can't easily avenge the king of the capital captain Banjin. Unless, if you do it in front of everyone, in order to maintain the majesty of the Shenwu Kingdom, the Shenwu Kingdom will definitely kill the murderer. Therefore, the rules are used by the strong. The weak can only be used. ”

Mother Jiang laughed: "Ping'er, do you still care about Wang Yi?"

Jiang Ping took a deep breath and thought to himself: "If my mother hadn't said these words again, I would have to return the color immediately! However, the world is too big, and Wang Yi is just the son of a small cavalry captain, who has just entered the second level of martial arts." ”

"Mother, the child doesn't care about Wang Yi, in the same age, he is just a weakling, and the child disdains. Jiang Ping's gaze was resolute, and no one knew what changes had taken place in his mind.

Jiang Mu nodded: "Yes, I heard from Wen Jun that this person is thirteen years old, and the children of the family or the outstanding disciples of the sect are already at the third or fourth level, or even higher, and he has no talent." She paused, and then said, "I didn't want to mention it to you, so I'll talk about it for the two of you together." ”

Jiang Ping and Zhao Wenjun looked at each other, not knowing what Mother Jiang was going to say.

Outside, the clear sky slowly became overcast, and the light inside the house was weak, so there was no sense of approaching noon.

Inside, a young woman is teaching two children how to survive.

Jiang Mu said: "In a lifetime, the people they face are different in each time period. When you were ten years old, you were surrounded by some first- and second-level martial artists, they were your opponents, and when you reached the age of fifteen or sixteen, your strength was higher, and you were surrounded by martial artists of about three or four levels, and when you reached my age, maybe the ones who could communicate with you were martial artists of five or six levels or even higher. If you can break through the eighth or ninth level and reach the legendary realm, there may only be a few people in this world who can sit side by side with you and communicate. And what determines these changes is your own strength. If you had the strength of level eight or nine now, would you still care about Wang Yi? Even if you blatantly kill him, the Shenwu Kingdom would not embarrass you. ”

"He spreads his teeth and claws in front of you, like a tick roaring in front of a tiger, and the tiger will heed the cry of the tick?"

Jiang Ping's heart flashed like a thunderbolt outside the window, and he couldn't say anything in his mouth.

Outside the house, the rain was pouring down, the lightning was thundering, and Mother Jiang walked to the window, "I don't know if your father has found Huang Zhi, the beasts in the mountains have different strengths, don't touch the beast king." ”

Jiang's mother was anxious in her heart, and whenever Jiang didn't give up on entering the mountain, she was always a little worried. Once or twice is fine, but if you go there a few times a month, it will inevitably ......

Jiang Ping walked over and held Jiang's mother's hand, only to feel that his mother's palm was delicate and cold, like a piece of ice, he knew that this was caused by his mother's cultivation, but he didn't know the worry in his mother's heart.

"Is the strength of the beasts in the mountains strong?

Jiang Mu nodded and said, "Very strong, some are no worse than your father." And cunning, especially high intelligence. You and Wen Jun stay at home honestly, and I'll go out. ”

Jiang Ping asked urgently: "Where are you going, looking for your father?"

Jiang Mu held up the umbrella and shook her head, "I'll go get some medicinal herbs." ”

It was still pouring rain outside the house, this kind of heavy rain was not uncommon at the foot of the mountain, Jiang Ping had nothing to listen to before, but now his heart seemed to be covered by dark clouds, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

Zhao Wenjun held his hand and comforted, "Don't worry, they will come back safely." ”

Jiang Ping turned his head and looked at Zhao Wenjun: "Wenjun, I will challenge Wang Yi tomorrow." ”

Zhao Wenjun shouted in surprise: "You...... Didn't Aunt Gang Xin say it, Wang Yi is just a little minion, you don't care what he does, besides, you ......"

Jiang Ping looked at Zhao Wenjun's anxious little face, his heart warmed, he held her hand and pinched her palm, "Are you worried about me?"

Zhao Wenjun was embarrassed, and said angrily: "I'm worried that he won't be able to kill you." ”

"Kill me, don't I have you by my side, and you'll protect me, right?"

The lover's words were always like being dipped in honey, and Zhao Wenjun looked at him with a red face: "Yes." You won't die. ”

"I don't study today, and I don't cultivate. Watch the rain with me. Jiang Ping looked up at the dark clouds, there was a terrifying sense of depression, no one knew what was in the sky above the dark clouds, whether there was a more exciting world.

Zhao Wenjun sat next to Jiang Ping on the stone steps of the corridor, and the heavy rain poured into the courtyard, flowing out of the courtyard through shallow traces, and he didn't know where to go.

"Wen Jun, did you say that there are immortal immortals behind the dark clouds?"

"I don't know, maybe there is, otherwise how could someone write it?"

"Maybe it's just a human fantasy? Otherwise, the immortals drawn in that book look the same as us?" Jiang Ping said.

"Some people say that people are all conjured up by immortals, of course they have to do it according to their own appearance!" Zhao Wenjun's delicate little face was full of smiles, and he felt that Jiang Ping's point of view was vulnerable.

"Then what would you do if you had the opportunity to become an immortal, but you had to leave here for a long, long time? ”

Zhao Wenjun's gaze returned from the dark clouds to Jiang Ping's face, "No, I won't leave you, nor will I leave my father and mother." Without you, I'm not happy to be an immortal. ”

"What about you?" Zhao Wenjun asked rhetorically.

Jiang Ping turned his head to look at Zhao Wenjun, a lightning bolt flashed, illuminating Zhao Wenjun's cheeks, a few strands of hair were blown by the wind and hung on his pretty face, and a pair of dark eyes stared at Jiang Ping tightly.

At this time, Jiang Ping actually hesitated.

"Why don't you answer?" Zhao Wenjun asked softly.

Jiang Ping was late for a long time, and his voice was hoarse: "I don't know how to answer, I don't have an answer in my heart at this time." I really don't know what to choose, I have been afraid of my body since I was a child, and the desire for longevity is too strong...... Perhaps, it will come to that day that I will know what my final choice is. ”

Zhao Wenjun was silent, this was not her favorite answer, but she knew that this was the most sincere and true answer. She doesn't blame Jiang Ping, at least Jiang Ping won't deceive her.

Jiang Ping saw that she looked lonely, a little unbearable, and said: "If, I mean there is really a day when I don't come back, you must not wait for me, maybe I am already dead outside, don't wait for me." ”

"Shouldn't I have said these things? Isn't it stupid, my body can live a few days without here......" Jiang Ping put aside his worries and smiled hard.

Zhao Wenjun didn't speak, and a thunderclap crossed the sky, like the sound of lightning just now.

The rain is like a drop, the territory of the Shenwu Kingdom is too vast, the heavens are too magical, the rain at the foot of the mountain, but the mountain is just gloomy, filled with water vapor.

In a cave deep in the mountains and forests of Cheng'an County.

A rugged man covered with stubble spat out a mouthful of phlegm, his face full of annoyance, "This group of shameless officers and soldiers, if it weren't for the uncle who was poisoned by a sword wound, you could also contain me?"

The stubble man's name is Ma Tao, who was chased and killed by the enemy, and was wanted by the government, and fled to Cheng'an County, and is now chased to the mountains and forests by Zhao Cheng, the county magistrate of Cheng'an County.

Ma Tao squeezed out the remaining black blood from the wound on his leg, clicked a few acupoints on his leg, tore off the strip of cloth from his coat, and wrapped the wound on his leg.

Ma Tao scolded in his mouth: "The little lady of Taixumen is really ruthless! The sword body is fed with such a ruthless poison! After three days and three nights, black blood can still be squeezed out, if it is not blocked by internal force at that time." Ma Ye, this leg of mine is useless. Hmph, it's cheap to stab her to death with a sword, but it's a pity that she couldn't kill that little white face, it's never a matter for this plague god to hang behind him......"

Suddenly, the stubble man's ears moved, and there was a squirming sound outside the cave, and he couldn't help but scold in a whisper: "His grandfather's, he chased after him so soon! It seems that the name of Zhao Cheng is really true!"