Chapter 161: Hunt and Kill
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"And saved...... , save people!" Wen Yubing saw him standing aside with his hands on his sleeves, unhurried, and couldn't help glaring at him, and said lightly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
Xiao Yuesheng glanced around, several paintings were floating with the waves, and there were bursts of silk and bamboo sounds and women's giggles, and no one noticed this.
"Hmm...... , it's not a little person!" Xiao Yuesheng didn't bend down, stretched out his hand and sucked it up, slowly sucked this person up, and saw the seven pockets on his body, but it was the seven bags of disciples of the beggar gang.
His quail coat was not wet, and he must have jumped up from another boat.
"Light!" Wen Yubing was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, seeing him so careless, he was very dissatisfied, his face was cold, and he glanced at him fiercely.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled helplessly, holding him with his left hand, without touching his body, three inches apart, he lifted the curtain into the boat, and slowly put it on the couch.
This middle-aged man is quite heroic, his face is pale at this time, his hair is scattered, and he is embarrassed, but it is difficult to hide the heroic spirit between his eyebrows.
There was blood at the corner of his mouth, there was no external injury, Xiao Yuesheng reached out and gently pressed his chest, he already knew the extent of his injury, all his internal organs were displaced, and he was indeed worried about his life.
Xiao Yuesheng straightened up and smiled at Wen Yubing, who was close to him: "He has a big fate, he touched us, otherwise, with such an injury, he can only wait for death!"
Wen Yubing nodded, this person's internal injuries are indeed too serious, it seems that there is not much bleeding, but he is worried about his life, he is helpless against this injury, but he knows it, and he can't help the big disciple.
"The one who hurt him is not a mediocre hand. Xiao Yuesheng stroked his mustache and said in a deep voice, glancing at Wen Yubing.
Wen Yubing had a deep tacit understanding with him, understood his eyes, and snorted lightly: "I can't care so much, let's save people first." ”
Xiao Yuesheng sighed helplessly, the master is indeed not the material to be the head of the sect, his heart is too soft, he doesn't care about the gains and losses, although he is a good person, but for the sect, he is not a good leader.
But the master has a life, so he naturally doesn't want to disobey it, besides, he is in a panic, and if he has something to provoke, it can be regarded as chatting to relieve boredom.
Walking to the couch, he lifted his hands and took this beggar gang of seven bags of disciples in the void, as if lying on an invisible bed.
Immediately, he moved his hands in unison, and with only his index finger, he quickly clicked all the acupoints around him, which was a simplified version of the art of returning to the spirit.
Wen Yubing watched carefully, I don't know how the eldest disciple could understand such a mysterious fingering, this set of fingering, he has written a secret note for her, she has also carefully figured it out, concentrated on hard practice, but now it is only its form, not its spirit.
Each finger of the power method is different, dozens of fingers down, is tantamount to dozens of sets of internal strength methods, it is really complicated.
The body of the person on the "porphyry" couch suddenly trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Xiao Yuesheng waved his palm lightly, pulled and swirled in the air, and the mist-like blood spurted out, but before it could land, it suddenly rose and gathered into a ball, forming a fist-sized blood ball.
Immediately, he pushed his palm, and the blood balls flew out of the window and fell into the clear water, dissolving into nothingness.
Wen Yubing turned a blind eye to this abnormality, walked up to him, looked at the middle-aged man with his eyelids beating, and asked softly, "Rescued?"
Xiao Yuesheng sniffed the faint fragrance of her sideburns and nodded: "It's okay." ”
"When will I wake up?"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said to the middle-aged man with his eyes closed: "This brother of the beggar gang, since he has woken up, open his eyes!"
The middle-aged man's closed eyes slowly opened, slowly clenched his fists, and said in a dumb voice: "Thank you Brother Tai for saving your life." ”
Xiao Yuesheng remained silent and waved his hand: "You're welcome,...... Someone is chasing you after you?"
The middle-aged man hesitated slightly, nodded, and said with a wry smile: "The grace of saving your life, if you can survive in the future, you will repay it." ”
After that, try to support your body, and then get up and stay.
"You are not healed, don't move. Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand to stop it, stroked the mustache, the mind reading technique was already working, and said lightly: "If you move, you don't have to be chased by others, and you will die, so you should lie down with peace of mind." ”
"If you stay here, if you implicate Engong, you will die and you will not be redeemed!" the man shook his head, still insisting on getting up, his intention was very strong.
Wen Yubing kept a cold face and didn't say a word, but at this time he couldn't help but speak, and said lightly: "Let's lie down first,...... You're one of the beggars?"
"Jiang Weigong, the helmsman of Sichuan in Xiaqi, the two Engongs have high surnames?"
"Sichuan rudder?...... This is a family teacher, the head of the Shuiyun faction. Xiao Yuesheng said with a smile, and glanced back at Wen Yubing.
Speaking of which, they are still neighbors, and the Sichuan rudder is located in Chengdu City, but today's beggars are not as powerful as before, and they are low-key, which is easy to ignore.
"It turned out to be Master Wen, this Engong must be Xiao Daxia, who has admired his name for a long time!" Jiang Weigong was slightly stunned, and hurriedly hugged his fists.
The disciples of the beggar gang are the best at finding out the news, and the big wedding with the Emei faction, the Shuiyun faction is in the limelight, and they will not ignore it.
Xiao Yuesheng was too lazy to be polite, and went straight in: "Who is chasing you?"
He hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke: "...... It's Chen Youliang, this thief!"
As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and spoke resentfully, a flush rising from his pale face.
"Hmm, it's him?" Xiao Yuesheng waved his palm and pushed the embroidery dun behind Wen Yubing, stroked the mustache, searched in his mind, as if he had such a name, and raised his head and said, "It's the eight-bag elder of your beggar gang, right?"
“...... Yes!" replied Jiang Weigong gritted his teeth.
“...... Well, you can recuperate in peace. Xiao Yuesheng patted him on the shoulder, and an internal force poured out, directly sealing his acupoint.
Jiang Weigong didn't have time to push back, and fell down silently, abruptly.
Xiao Yuesheng lifted him up lightly, moved to another bed, and placed him on it, this bed was located in the corner of the cabin, inconspicuous, and the light veil hung down to cover it.
These few times were done neatly, quite quickly, and when Wen Yubing reacted, the person had been put away, and he walked back.
Wen Yu snorted coldly, removed a layer of sheets, sat back on the couch, got up slenderly, sat sideways, and gave him a fierce look in his bright eyes: "What are you going to do?"
"What does Master want to do?" Xiao Yuesheng stretched out his hand and stroked the yaoqin on the low table, making a soft sound, like the sound of Jin Ge.
Wen Yubing heard the killing intent in the piano, and looked at him fixedly: "You want to help Jiang Weigong?"
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, lowered his head and plucked the strings lightly, but smiled silently.
The master and apprentice returned to tranquility.
Wen Yubing lay on the couch to read a book, the jade body stretched, the peaks and peaks were undulating, and the demeanor was graceful and attractive, while Xiao Yuesheng sat in front of the couch and stroked the piano, watching the lake and mountains outside the window, and the soft and warm atmosphere permeated the boat
(To be continued)