I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 52
Wrapped in a strong flavor of traditional Chinese medicine.

Wen Yue simply lay on the stretcher carried by the two, accompanied by his attendant Chu Jiu.

Hearing Wen Yue's shout.

Give the tiger a knife.

His wrist trembled, but he didn't look back.

Instead, he resolutely raised the embroidered guard standard long knife in his hand.

"you dare!"

The woman with disheveled hair screamed.

The head of a beautiful woman with a knife.

Blood scattered.

The good head was thrown up.

"mother!"

The young man with his hair tied up and wearing a crown roared and struggled to rush forward.

Fishy sweetness and anger filled his chest cavity.

Pain and grief exploded in his head.

It was like a volcano erupted.

His eyes were full of hatred.

Regret?
some.

He regretted why he didn't do it earlier, the cripple deserved to die, and so did the person who followed the cripple.

All be damned.

Xiang Hu no longer gave him a chance to repent.

Another knife.

Knife light flashed.

Cut off the head of the Second Household Young Master.

The second son of the Hou Mansion's head was separated from his neck, and the murderous intent and annoyance in his eyes had not faded away.

And a little bit of astonishment.

Head grunting on the ground.

Like a broken watermelon.

Covered with blood, covered with dust and mustard.

There is no difference between the noble son and the grass people.

Blood dripping from the knife edge.

fall to the ground.

Xiang Hu stood where he was.

revenge.

happy!

This is the kindness and enmity that he could not ask for.

Thousands of soldiers can't stop him from revenge.

But also sad.

Just because of the joy and anger of the superior, he can insult others at will.

They were crippled and buried in the gutter.

Human life is so worthless.

Is this the prosperous Liangdu?
What kind of world is this?

He raised his head to the sky and roared to the tiger.

The ferocious mana concussion forms an air scroll.

Roaring and hissing.

Although he has been willing to take revenge, he still has not repaid his kindness.

"The thief is so brave!"

The mana-wrapping shout was like a deafening thunder.

In Liangdu City, apart from Zhou Liang with the goatee, the remaining five immortal masters have already gathered in Jing'anhou Mansion.

Wang Zhi, who was hiding in the embroidered clothes guard, suddenly regained his spirits.

He jumped out hastily as if he had found the backbone, and shouted loudly, "Master Immortal, kill this beast quickly."

Looking around at the old man, and finally looking at Wen Yue who was lying on the stretcher, he said in a loud voice: "My son."

"Ten years ago, Nanyue Mountain was defeated, and the Northern Wei Dynasty marched to plunder the land."

"I took my wife and children to flee the famine and came here. I was penniless and hungry. My son was seriously ill and was waiting to die in the bridge hole. Thanks to the kind help of my son."

"I was able to live my whole family's life."

Wen Yue opened his mouth. In fact, he has long forgotten that he has assisted so many people, and it is difficult to know them all.

The rest of the people also seemed surprised that there was such a thing.

Bai Fat Qianhu pointed at Xianghu, and said sharply: "Well, you white-eyed wolf, my son saved your whole family, and you did such a terrible thing."

"Xiang Hu, you are in vain as a son of man."

"It's not easy to catch."

Lu Laodao saw the abnormality, Xiang Hu had clearly become a Qi trainer, and his strength was good.

The rest of the casual cultivators also looked at each other, they all saw that this person was a cultivator.

Xiang Hu ignored the jumping clown, but raised his waist knife, straightened his back, and said arrogantly: "Today, I will repay the kindness of my son."

bass.

Cross the knife across the neck.

Blood was everywhere.

"Xiang Baihu!"

Wen Yue struggled and fell off the stretcher.

Chu Jiu hurriedly caught Wen Yue, but could feel Wen Yue's strength.

He wants to climb over.

The shouting of the broken sound disappeared.

Wen Yue suddenly felt very sad.

Strangely enough, this sadness was not due to the death of the second wife of the Hou Mansion.

It's because of that person.

Silent.

Everyone was surprised that Xiang Hu was so staunch.

He was even more astonished at the fact that a master-level innate master just killed himself in front of everyone.

It was too powerful to impact their minds.

The casual cultivators worshiped in Liangdu are even more difficult to understand.

Because this is not an innate master at all, but a monk.

A monk, even if he is old, can live to be over a hundred years old.

There is still half a lifetime in the future, so just explain it here?
Not worth it.

but.

Have you paid it back?
Pay it back.

Pay too much!

Wen Yue looked at Xiang Hu's body in dismay.

He would rather not return it to the tiger.

It's just the kindness of a drop of water. With his innate strength as a warrior, he can return ten times or a hundred times what he has obtained.

Why pay with your life.

He didn't want to kill the old man.

He reached out and touched his cheek.

Tears do not know when to flow out.

Wen Yue used to wonder why the old man was so close to him, and why he was one of the people who fully supported him.

It was precisely because of the support of many embroidered guards that he was able to stand firm as the deputy commander of the army and horses, and was able to wrestle with the commander.

I asked, but the old man Xiang didn't answer him, he just smiled and said nothing.

Finally answered today.

There is no longer any direction for the old man in the world.

Wen Yue thumped his leg in frustration.

Why are you so unlucky.

Nothing would have happened if he had been intact.

He hated himself, why he was greedy for merit, why he had to bring a small number of people to deal with sneakiness.

Why are you so reckless and arrogant.

"Son."

Chu Jiu hurriedly grabbed Wen Yue's hand, and said in a crying voice, "My lord, the Hou Mansion is still waiting for you to preside over the overall situation."

One sentence woke Wen Yue up.

Correct.

Erfang died.

The rest of the brothers are still young.

Now his father, Old Hou Ye, is unconscious again.

The Hou Mansion is now relying on him.

He can't be like this, can't be decadent.

If he continues to be decadent, how can he be worthy of those who sacrificed for him?
After clearing up his mood, Wen Yue climbed onto the stretcher again, his usual demeanor restored, and said loudly, "The Hou Fu will not report this matter to the officials."

"Everyone, please go back!"

The voice is full of air and majesty.

The fat and fat Qianhu Wang Zhi felt that the former deputy commander of the army and horse department seemed to be back.

His natural fear.

But when he rolled his eyes, he paused for a while, and then said: "This...is not in compliance with the rules."

Wen Yue snorted coldly: "The Hou Mansion is still here!"

After being threatened by Wen Yue, Wang Zhi still wanted to say something to make himself more face, but found that he couldn't say it at all, so he could only leave in despair with Xiu Yiwei.

"go!"

Hastily closed the team, and the embroidered guards helped each other to leave.

As soon as the embroidered clothes guard left, the Hou Mansion was suddenly empty.

The remaining five immortal masters didn't know how to deal with it.

They looked at each other in blank dismay, staying alone in embarrassment, but they could only pretend to be an outsider.

Light and windy.

Lu Chengyi cupped his hands and said, "My lord, is this man's body?"

"Master Immortal, I will bury this person's body safely."

Wen Yue covered his face and wept, and rejected all of Lu Chengyi's next words.

Lu Chengyi and the many immortal masters glanced at each other, they didn't want to give up.

The person who died was a Qi trainer, and there must be a classic book of exercises on him.

They need these things.

Moreover, the blood of Qi practitioners contains spirituality, although it is not as good as animal blood, the chance of success in drawing symbols is also increased.

A body of precious blood will inevitably be wasted.

The body can also accumulate evil spirits, and can give birth to weak and sneaky spirits.

Musculoskeletal skin, flesh and blood are all excellent materials.

……

clack.

The jade box is opened, and the light shines in.

A big hand took out the contents of the box.

"Xiang Hu, he's dead."

Tu Shanjun let out a long sigh.

Emotions flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help thinking of the past in melancholy.

Just now, there was a living soul with a third level of Qi training in the soul banner.

It's Xianghu.

Xiang Hu has long had the will to die.

When his wife and children died, he died with him.

Otherwise, he would not choose to take revenge during this time period.

It is even more impossible not to bring the soul banner.

He understands how powerful the ghost-faced god banner is, and he can roughly see how powerful Tu Shanjun is.

But he locked the god banner in the cabinet and didn't carry it.

I just don't know how Xiang Hu died.

Tu Shanjun felt that there was a high probability that he was besieged to death by casual cultivators in Liangdu.

Tu Shanjun knew the person who took out the divine banner.

It is the old man's little follower, the impulsive and irritable stone pillar.

When the embroidered clothes guards were dispatched, Shi Zhu came looking for an opportunity.

Tu Shanjun can see that Xiang Hu has a will to die, so how can he not see it.

Before the burial was arranged, he hurried to Xiang Hu's house.

Just to prevent the things left by Xiang Hu from being stolen by the embroidered guards.

He didn't know what it was, it was as big as a palm, and a long pole was hung with a long strip of banner cloth, which entangled the whole pole.

It looks like a stick wrapped in strips of cloth.

It feels like jade, and it is cold and refreshing, and most of the dryness in my heart has disappeared.

The kit only said to take out the things and hand them over to Wen Yue, the son of the Marquis of Jing'an.

With doubts on his face, Shi Zhu put the things in his arms and walked towards the gate.

"The soldier, just wait."

Just as Shi Zhu was about to leave the old man's house, a voice stopped him.

(End of this chapter)