Han Shaofei and others learned from Li Dongyang that the thirteenth who died in Nanjing Prison was actually rescued by a master.

Han Shaofei also wanted to ask him about his specific whereabouts, but Li Dongyang only said that the person was his old friend, and although he had a good relationship, his whereabouts were not revealed to him.

Han Shaofei and the others had no choice but to say goodbye to Li Dongyang, and then rode all the way south, intending to go to the Jiangnan area to find out the news.

Without the pursuit of the imperial court, I should have been in a happy mood, but after experiencing those things, my body was disabled, and I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion when I repeated these journeys back and forth.

Tie Qiuyu in Jinling City, the hatred in his heart was like a flame, almost burning him clean. Ever since he heard the news that the prisoners had evaporated in the middle of the world, he was so angry that he was bedridden for three days and vomited blood several times before he got back up.

Tie Qiuyu was unwilling in his heart, holding the family heirloom knife tightly in his left hand, locked himself in the practice room, and decided to practice the left-handed knife to the extreme, so as to gain liberation from the knife technique.

And in Yuyao, Zhejiang, Xie Qian's house, Sister Qi still does what she can to help the maid sweep the floor and cook, so the people in the house are kind to her.

The two children, Xiaoyun and Xiaotian, are also growing up healthily, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Sister Qi has silently swept the fallen flowers and fallen leaves in the yard for three years.

The two children she cherishes very much have also grown a lot taller, but Xiaotian burned out his brain because of a high fever back then, and now he is a little demented, and his reaction is always not as sensitive as Xiaoyun.

Just two years ago, Jinyi Wei, who had been in the rivers and lakes together and evaded pursuit together, found them, and did not ask for the news of Thirteen and Feng Mu in the mouth of Lord Xie Qian, but they were told that they would come back in three years, so several people chose to stay.

As if angry, Wang Dahai took Xiaoyun under his door, and Lao Jiu also fulfilled his promise to teach Xiaotian martial arts in person, Han Shaofei and Fifteen Lin Huchen unconsciously joined Lao Jiu's side, because Xiaotian was intellectually flawed, they didn't want the former Jinyi Wei heir to lose to a Wang Yang thief's heir.

Although it is said that it is two brothers, the competition between them has already begun at this time, and Sister Qi watched a group of men face each other, and she also had some complicated emotions in her heart.

These people who seem to be hostile on the surface, in fact, were born and died together, and they have long been inseparable friends, and when they think that their two children can also learn some martial arts, they will not be bullied when they grow up, Sister Qi is very comforted.

And what about the child who was taken away by the old man, after three years, what has he become, has he become fat, has he become very powerful?

Thinking of this, Sister Qi smiled, a three-year-old child, no matter how powerful he is, how powerful can he be, an adult can overturn him with one finger.

On the distant island of Meizhou, Thirteen spends a few hours a day practicing the moves passed down to him by the old man, and then helps the fishermen do some chores in exchange for some fish and rice in return.

In fact, he didn't have to do this, he still had a lot of silver taels on his body, but he really wasn't used to it if he wanted to be idle.

The other is the boatman who was poisoned and lame, he followed the fishermen out to sea to fish in the morning, and when he came back in the evening, he sat on the reef, looking in the direction of the mainland, and was stunned.

"Are you homesick again?" Thirteen appeared behind him with a flask, sat down next to him, took a sip, and handed it to the boatman.

The boatman took the flask, took two sips, and the thirteenth shouted to me to leave some, and the boatman threw the flask to him angrily, and then continued to look at the sea level in distraction.

"I also know that we were sorry for you back then, but I swear that I will find a way to make up for my previous mistakes. ”

The boatman listened to the repeated nagging of Thirteen in the past three years, and did not blink his eyebrows, and said: "Are you annoyed, come and go just these few words, you are not annoying, my ears are going to be calloused." ”

"What I said is true, it's been more than three years, and it's time for us to return. Thirteen said seriously, then looked at the scenery on the island, and muttered: "After more than three years of peace, it's really reluctant to leave." ”

"Aren't the old-timers going back with us, what should I do if the poison on my body starts?"

Thirteen patted him on the shoulder and said confidently: "Don't worry about this matter, in the past three years, I have learned seventy or eighty percent of his skills, and there is no problem in refining those pills." ”

"But he said that you still don't get into the stream of kung fu, and it's the same as if you didn't learn it. ”

"You can't blame me, firstly, I have passed the age of washing the marrow and refining my bones, and my body structure has been formed, and secondly, I refuse to abolish my own martial arts, and without the assistance of deep internal force, I can only learn moves, so I can't exert my due power. ”

When the old man was teaching thirteen, the boatman watched it for three years, although he didn't know martial arts, but he also learned a trick and a half, and he unknowingly surpassed ordinary people, but he didn't find it himself.

The originally deserted cave, because the old man had been continuously channeling his own power into Feng Mu's body for a long time, was impacted by the true qi, and the rock wall had become very smooth.

In the past three years, the old man was a dime a dime at first, but he was also afraid that Feng Mu would be too fragile and explode to death, but after the test, his body was stronger than he imagined, which made him very pleased.

Feng Mu, who was already more than three years old, pierced two skyrockets and sat cross-legged on the stone slab, and the old man behind him slowly introduced the last internal force in his body into his body.

Feng Mu felt unspeakably uncomfortable all over his body, but he had been suffering like this for three years, and he was completely used to it. At this time, he is like a skin bag filled with water, and if he is exposed to a little external force, he will be punctured.

Those internal forces are contained in his body, ten successful powers, can accommodate more than fifty percent, the old man feels very lucky, fortunately, the internal force left in his body is just fifty percent, in that fifty percent, if he can successfully absorb thirty percent, against the first-class masters in the martial arts, there is no need to be afraid.

"Xiao Mu, you remember, you will have to face countless tribulations in the future, but don't give up your cultivation, the so-called exposure to ten colds, the slightest slack will lead to failure. ”

"Grandpa Xu, I remember, I will always practice the exercises you taught, inherit your will, let the Shushan faction rise again, and clean up the portal and guard the Ming Dynasty. ”

Feng Mu gritted his teeth, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, it was very uncomfortable, but he said in a firm tone. The old man nodded slightly, finally withdrew his palm, spurted out a mouthful of blood, waited for him to wipe off the bloodstains, looked at Feng Mu, and couldn't help but sigh: "Are you really the stars in the sky who came down to save the Ming Dynasty? No matter how the old man looks at it, he thinks that your composure and concentration should not be the performance of a three-year-old child, it seems that it is really the will of God." ”

Feng Mu didn't speak again, carefully supported the old man, his weak body struggled to bear the weight of the old man, slowly put him down, lay down, and then took a broken bowl to pick up the clear mountain spring and feed it to the old man's mouth.

The outside world is still a vibrant scene, but it is just the calm before the storm.