Of course, Duan Yuntu didn't think much of Yi Shuihan's words, and said with a sneer: "I don't care how you behave, I just want to ask you one thing, is my father's death related to you? Who did our Duanjiazhuang do it?"

Yi Shuihan raised his head and thought about it, and said abruptly: "Until now, I won't hide it from you, your family's affairs are done by us! Your father was indeed one of them! There were hundreds of us from all walks of life that day, and they were all good at each of them. Your father is the three of us, Michito Aoki, Su Yunyan, the eighth prince, and the old man and me. The three of us fought with your father for a thousand tricks before killing your father. And all three of us were seriously injured. If it weren't for the three of us joining forces, neither of them would be your father's opponents. ”

Seeing that Yi Shuihan had finally admitted it, Duan Yuntu couldn't help but shout loudly when he remembered the tragic situation in Duan Jiazhuang: "Why?

Yi Shuihan smiled miserably and said, "Why? We don't have any grudges against your father, it's all just because your family has a collection of paintings related to the treasures of the ancient Dian Kingdom. But alas, we searched your house and couldn't find the painting!"

Duan Yuntu couldn't help but feel sad, and shouted loudly: "It's the treasure of the ancient Dian Kingdom again! Just for a painting, you killed my father, and killed dozens of people up and down my Duanjiazhuang!"

Yi Shuihan laughed and said: "The rivers and lakes are originally like this, and killing is something that people who practice martial arts often encounter. If everything in the rivers and lakes is in order, and everyone is a gentleman, is it still the rivers and lakes?"

Duan Yuntu said angrily: "Please excuse me! Anyway, if you kill my family, I will avenge them." Yi Shui Han, let's take my life!"

Duan Yuntu pulled out the sword beside the bed and stood up suddenly, but due to the excessive force, the wound was pulled. A heart-rending pain hit his heart, Duan Yuntu became exhausted, and fell on the bed again.

At this time, Yi Shuihan suddenly felt his heart tighten, knowing that the silver needle had reached his heart, and his life would also come to an end.

At the end of the hero, Yi Shuihan couldn't help but feel sad, and muttered: "The old man is rampant all his life, this kung fu can't be wasted like this!"

He stood up suddenly, slowly walked to the side of the bed, and reached out to press on the top of Duan Yuntu's head.

Duan Yuntu was shocked: "Yi Shuihan, what do you want to do?" As he spoke, he took out his sword and stabbed at Yi Shuihan's palm.

But he was badly wounded, and the sword was squirming and crumbling, and he had no strength.

Yi Shuihan flicked it lightly with his palm, and the sword in Duan Yuntu's hand fell to the ground. Immediately after, Yi Shuihan's palm had already pressed on the Baihui acupoint above Duan Yuntu's head.

Duan Yuntu felt that a stream of true qi was constantly coming from Yi Shuihan's palm, and after entering the Baihui acupoint, he went down along the Du vein, then to the Ren vein, and finally gathered in the sea of dantian qi.

At first, Duan Yuntu didn't feel anything, but after a while, Duan Yuntu felt that his abdomen was distended and his mind was dizzy. Gradually, Duan Yuntu fell into a coma and fell unconscious.

I don't know how long it took, Duan Yuntu woke up from his sleep. Outside the house, the birds were singing softly, and the air was so fresh. Duan Yuntu felt refreshed like he had never felt before, and he was full of energy.

He opened his eyes and saw Yi Shuihan lying next to him, his face calm and serene. He probed with his hand, and Yi Shuihan had no pulse.

Duan Yuntu thought back to what happened before he fell unconscious, and knew that it was Yi Shuihan who passed on all his skills to himself before he died.

Duan Yuntu was looking at the wounds on his body, although the wounds were still so deep, the feeling of severe pain and fatigue had improved significantly.

Duan Yuntu carried Yi Shuihan out of the house, dug a pit on the edge of the cliff outside the house with his sword, put Yi Shuihan in it, and then gently buried the soil.

Although Yi Shuihan has a deep hatred with himself, he is dead after all. The death of a person is great, and with Yi Shuihan's death, the grievances between them will turn into dust together with Yi Shuihan and pass forever.

After burying Yi Shuihan, Duan Yuntu came to the edge of the cliff and climbed the straw rope to the top of the cliff. From afar, he saw a man lying on the side of the road.

When I walked over and took a look, I found that this person was Ma Shaowei. At this time, Ma Shaowei was already unconscious, and a faint layer of hoarfrost formed on his eyebrows and hair. Even the grass around him had hoarfrost on it.

Duan Yuntu was startled, walked over to probe Ma Shaowei's snort, and found that Ma Shaowei still had a little weak breathing. touched his body again, and found that Ma Shaowei's hands and feet were cold, and only his heart was still a little warm.

He hurriedly helped Ma Shaowei up, put his hand against Ma Shaowei's vest, and injected the internal force into Ma Shaowei's body little by little, dissolving the cold poison on his body for him.

After a meal, the hoarfrost on Ma Shaowei's eyebrows and hair had turned into droplets and dripped down. And he also had some temperature on his body, and slowly woke up.

Although Duan Yuntu has gained Yi Shuihan's internal strength for decades and is full of energy, after all, he still has serious injuries on his body, and he is also very tired after such a long time. When he saw Ma Shaowei wake up and turn around, he withdrew his hand.

Ma Shaowei slowly turned his head, and when he saw that it was Duan Yuntu who saved him, he hurriedly thanked him.

Duan Yuntu grabbed Ma Shaowei and said: "Brother Ma, why should you be so polite between you and me! You saved me first, and now I have saved you again, everyone is even, no one will thank anyone." However, this cold poison on your body is very troublesome, and it will not be removed for a while. This is not a place to stay for a long time, we should find a place to live first, and then slowly recuperate. ”

Ma Shaowei nodded and said, "Yes, Duan Gongzi, the injuries on your body also need to be recuperated for a period of time." ”

The two of them couldn't go back, so they walked along the mountain path. After walking more than ten miles, I saw a small village in the col in front of me, looming in the mountains and forests.

Duan Yuntu said: "Brother Ma, I think this village is good, let's stay here for a few days." ”

Ma Shaowei saw that this village was really secluded, so he readily agreed. The two of them walked towards the village.

The people of the village deep in the mountains are warm and simple, and not only take them in, but also treat them as guests of honor as the providers of good food and drink every day.

There is not much food in the village, and there are no chickens, ducks, fish and meat. However, it is located in the mountains and forests, and the mountain delicacies and game are not young and old. There are a lot of things that are very good for healing.

Therefore, Duan Yuntu's injury healed quickly, and in less than half a month, it was almost better.

However, the cold poison on Ma Shaowei's body is more troublesome. Although Duan Yuntu helped him expel the cold poison three times a day, Ma Shaowei still had some cold poison left in his body that could not be removed. Moreover, Duan Yuntu forced out less and less cold poison from Ma Shaowei's body, and it was estimated that the remaining cold poison would be difficult to be removed.

(End of chapter)