"You ......"

Seeing Xu Chen slowly raise his hand, the old man of Beiqiang's face turned green.

He couldn't imagine that a child in a remote area would dare to ignore his existence like this. Of course, he was by no means ignorant of Yong'an Town, but for himself, of course, there would be no special masters here.

Except for the Maple Leaf Pawnshop, he has nothing to fear here.

"Okay, yes, doll, huh, do you believe it? You bought it for me. ”

With a hateful word, the old man slowly stood up and returned to his original position, with a sinister smile on his face.

However, Xu Chen didn't care, he originally returned to Yong'an Town just to wait for danger to come, and if there was a little more danger, Xu Chen didn't have so many worries.

Obviously, Huang Shouren over there no longer asked for the price, and the price of the ancient leaf grass was fixed at four thousand one hundred taels.

The whole auction ended in a strange atmosphere, and after the whole sale, almost all the items were taken into Xu Zijie's arms, and that Huang Shouren may not be interested in other things at all, so he just looked at Xu Zijie while watching the excitement, his eyes were full of curiosity and hostility.

After the auction ended, Xu Chen and the three walked out of the door of the maple leaf pawnshop with a smile on their faces, and Xu Chen, who was holding a small package in his hand, casually scanned the surroundings of the street, but did not find anything strange.

"Dust, what are you looking at?"

Xu Zijie asked softly, seemingly curious about Xu Chen's state.

Naturally, Xu Zijie was not stupid, of course he thought of the old man who appeared in the auction hall, but he didn't hear what he said to Xu Chen, but when he left the auction hall, he saw that the armrest of a chair had turned into dust all over the floor.

Xu Chen shook his head, "I didn't see anything." ”

Although his expression was casual and calm, he was hesitating or alert in his heart.

It's always vague before danger comes.

The three of them slowly got into the car, and there was no conversation during the period, and the carriage returned to Xu's mansion after a while, and there was no danger in sight.

However, this was a great danger to Xu Chen, "Could it be that the old man has other plans?"

Because, Xu Chen clearly felt that the old man was by no means an ordinary person, at least, in Yong'an Town, he was a character who was not easy to provoke.

Moreover, at that time, it could be seen from the old man's attitude and expression how important that bottle of ancient leaf grass was to the old man, however, the Xu family who waited until late at night was uneventful, and there was no revenge from the old man of Beiqiang at all.

......

Late at night.

Not far from the town of Yong'an.

The vast jungle stretches as far as the eye can see, and it is even colder against the cold moonlight, and only when the beasts of the forest occasionally howl do they come to life.

Somewhere deep in the jungle, a bonfire was beating in the breeze, and under a large tree next to the campfire, a thin figure was sitting quietly, with a large cotton wrap in his arms.

The owner of the figure is an old man eighty miles away.

His face was ordinary, his casually scattered white hair was a little messy, and his gray coarse cloth clothes were neat and neat, except for a mark on his shoulder that seemed to be soaked in blood.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and stared at the bonfire, which could be seen in the faint light, those eyes were bloodshot, and they were full of anger and murderous aura.

Perhaps it was the campfire in front of him that reminded him of the fire a few days ago, the fight and the woman's desperate cry......

"Give me back my children, if all that you have done today is known to the Khan, will you not be afraid of great calamity?"

......

"What my father has done for Beiqiang over the years, is it true that you have killed me all over the house?"

......

"Huh...... I see, the Khan didn't come back at all, right? Because everything today was originally planned by the Khan, right?"

......

"Please, sir, save my child! I know that if there is only one person in this world who can escape with him, it can only be you, right? Let him live, and I will not ask him to glorify the lintel, nor to avenge anyone...... As long as he lives......"

A gust of cold wind blew, waking up the gray-clothed old man who had fallen into a short memory, the bonfire shook, and the green tendons on the gray-clothed old man's hands also appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"Grandpa, I'm so cold. ”

A child's voice rang out.

The old man hurriedly opened the small opening wrapped in cotton cloth a little, and a boy's face appeared inside, looking like he was four or five years old, but his face was as white as snow, and even his lips were bloodless.

"Well, it'll be fine in a while. ”

The old man's face was full of love, but he also knew that he had no choice, so he just subconsciously hugged it tighter.

"Grandpa, when will my mother come?"

The boy asked, his lips trembling.

"Hmmm......"

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

"Mother, she can't come, can she?"

The boy burst into tears. Although he is still young and weak, his brain is not stupid.

The old man stopped talking, raised his head and looked at the starry sky, and said silently in his heart: "Miss, don't worry, the old man is fighting this old bone, and he must also send the little master to the Central Plains, so that he can live well." ”

Suddenly, there was an extremely faint sound from the depths of the jungle, and the old man was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly carried the boy on his back, and a cloth belt crossed the boy and tied a knot on the old man's chest.

"Young master, grandpa will take you home and go back to your real home. ”

After speaking, the old man's legs were forced, and he instantly turned into a gray phantom and disappeared, if there was a cultivator next to him at this time, he would definitely be greatly surprised.

Be amazed by the strange figure of this old man.

A moment later, dozens of figures flickered and came to the campfire. These people are wearing heavy armor, led by a middle-aged man, who looks like he is in his forties, with a strong figure and a dark complexion, and he is not from the Central Plains at first glance.

His eyes lit up, and of course, there was a hint of anger and helplessness during the period.

"It's still a step too late!"

The middle-aged man sighed in a low voice.

"Don't worry, it looks like they just left, the old guy is seriously injured, and in less than an hour we will be able to catch up. ”

A soldier with an obviously thin figure walked up to the middle-aged man and said, his expression extremely respectful.

"An hour?"

The middle-aged man glanced at him, "I've been chasing for five days and five nights, and every time it's close, but every time it's fruitless." ”

"Well, sir, the first few times they were just a fluke. ”

The soldier probably wanted to comfort his commander.

"Fluke?"

The middle-aged man was furious and looked at his soldiers viciously.

"As the best soldier of the Qiang people, you actually told me about luck, don't you think it's shameful and shameless to do this?"

When the soldier saw that the situation was wrong, he hurriedly bent down and said, "My subordinates know that they are wrong." ”

"That's it, that's it. ”

The middle-aged man waved his hand, "This mission is not simple, otherwise why would we go out in person? Do you know? I heard that on the day of the incident, the two national teachers worked together to stop the old man, and although the old man was also seriously injured, a national teacher was beaten by him and almost lost all his cultivation, and the general was also very dissatisfied. ”

The soldier froze for a moment, and it took a long time for him to come to his senses, "Huh?

The middle-aged man nodded silently, "Alas, the way of the world is about to change, since General Tuomu came back, the whole way of the world has changed, and the kid he brought back, I heard that it used to be something from the Shan Sect, phew! ”

"Then, sir, are we still chasing after us?"

The soldier's voice trembled a little, because he knew what the strength of the two national teachers was, if the two national teachers couldn't stop the old man in gray, then wouldn't they have to send them to death?

I saw the middle-aged man smile slightly, "What's the matter?"

"The subordinates don't dare!"

"Don't you even do it for fear?"

The middle-aged man laughed, and after a while, he turned calm and said: "You put your heart in your stomach, we can't catch up anymore, and then it's the boundary of the Central Plains, we can't chase anymore, there has been no major conflict for hundreds of years, we can't bear this charge of deliberate provocation, even if you carry it, then you have to drag the wooden back, don't you say!"

"The little one didn't hear anything!"

The soldier was now clever and pretended to be stupid.

"Withdraw!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man waved his hand, and the whole team turned around neatly and walked in the direction they came.

The middle-aged man took two steps in front of the team, looked back silently, and said to himself: "I don't know what the Khan and the national teacher think, if the national teacher goes out in person now, with his cultivation and my hundred or ten people, he will definitely be able to catch up, why don't they make any moves?"

In the jungle in the distance, a figure was running non-stop, although the speed was getting slower and slower, but it did not stop.

The old man in gray is not tired, but the stakes are high, and he doesn't dare to take any more risks.

A moment later, at the foot of a mountain, the gray-clothed old man slowly stopped, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and after a churn in his chest, a mouthful of blood burst out.

The gray-clothed old man calmed his breath and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth fiercely, but a bright smile appeared on his face.

"It's finally here!"

The gray-clothed old man raised his head, "Miss, don't worry, the young master is safe, and if you don't want to do it in front, it should be Yong'an Town." ”

"Safe, huh?"

A cold voice sounded in my ears, so familiar.

The old man in gray looked at a big tree not far away in surprise, and a person slowly walked out behind the uncle.

This person has an old face, a cold expression, and extremely sloppy clothes, which is the old man from Beiqiang who appeared in the maple leaf pawnshop during the day.

"Father Yehe?"

The old man in gray was shocked and slowly stood up.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

The boy in the package behind him asked tremblingly.

The old man in gray turned his head sideways and said softly, "It's okay, young master, you can sleep for a while, and it will be fine for a while." ”