Chunyang First Headmaster

Chapter 16 Step through the iron shoes and find nowhere

The cold wind was bitter, and on the endless snowy field, two figures walking in embarrassment could be vaguely seen.

"Little Master, hurry up!"

The white-haired old man half bent over, gasping for breath, the ring knife in his hand was stained with blood, there were at least a dozen wounds on his body, and a thick wound on his chest that was still oozing blood, almost cutting his chest in half, It looks startling.

"If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. The old man is gone. As long as you can escape this mountain, you will be in Wuwei. Forgive them for not daring to search and arrest Wuwei County."

Beside him was a young man about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was gentle and thin, but there was a stubbornness far beyond his age in his tone.

"Uncle Yang, if you want to leave, let's go together! You did not hesitate to break into Liu's mansion to save me, and you were seriously injured, how could I leave you?"

"Young master, listen to what the old man said. The eldest master is dead. As long as you live for a day, the second young master will not dare to blatantly seize the throne. If you die too, the second young master will no longer have someone to check and balance, the position of Patriarch Easy to get."

The young man gritted his teeth, turned his gaze to several wounds on the old man's body, and said resolutely: "Don't say such despondent words, there is no unparalleled road, I will take you there!"

Before the old man could make a move, the young man snatched the ring knife, stepped on the foot-deep snow, walked towards the side of the road with difficulty, chopped off a few dead branches with the knife, took off his coat and cut it into strips of cloth , quickly connect the branches to make a simple sled.

"Uncle Yang... I'll take you..." Under the severe cold, the young man's lips were purple with cold, and he said with a forced smile, "My skills...you taught me ten years ago..."

He had a smile on his face, but his body was shivering from the cold, and he couldn't even speak a few words completely.Handed the ring knife to the old man, then pushed the old man onto the sled, put the cloth belt on his shoulders, and dragged the sled forward step by step.

"Young master, why are you bothering..."

The old man was moved and angry at the same time, patted his thigh and shouted: "My old life should have died three years ago, you...why did you die with the old man?"

The young man struggled to speed up and ran, he said with a smile without turning his head: "My life is my life, so is Uncle Yang's life my life? I have been bullied in the Liu family for so many years. Second brother wants my life all the time, if Uncle Yang was not vigilant, I would have died countless times."

The old man sighed heavily, he knew that this young master was strong on the outside and on the inside, he was very assertive and would not change the decision easily, so he stopped persuading him now, but just clenched the knife in his hand a little more, his eyes vigilant patrolling around.

The boy dragged the sled for more than half an hour. The weather was suddenly cold, the lead cloud was low pressure, the north wind was getting stronger, and snowflakes were falling from the sky. After a while, the snow field was already full of wind and snow.

"Uncle Yang, look quickly, there is a snowman here!" The boy in front suddenly shouted excitedly, "Someone must have piled it here, there must be someone nearby, let's..."

"You can't go anywhere!" With a low shout, Qiongyu scattered in the snow field.

It was snowing heavily, and a tall and thin middle-aged man blocked the way, with his hands behind his back, standing proudly like a javelin.

Almost at the same time, more than ten figures flew over from all directions, surrounding the two of them.

"It's you?" Yang Bo stood up from the simple sleigh with his knife in hand, glared at the middle-aged man, and shouted, "Bai Wujiu, you have been an enshrined member of the Liu family, and you have been a brother of the head of the family for more than ten years. Second young master! Do you want to kill the young young master now?"

Bai Wujiu looked unmoved, and said calmly: "The Patriarch is confused, could it be that you, Zhu Jingyang, still can't see the situation clearly? The Eldest Young Master is dead, and the position of Patriarch is already in the Second Young Master's pocket. The young master's life is just to take him back to Liu's house, life and death are decided by the Patriarch."

Zhu Jingyang laughed back angrily, and shouted: "It's nice to say, it's nothing more than using the young master's life to curry favor with your new master."

Bai Wujiu's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Zhu Jingyang, you are stubborn, how can Bai tolerate you?"

He raised his hand slowly, and pushed out a palm flatly, a gust of cold wind rolled up countless snowflakes, howling and covering Zhu Jingyang's whole body.

He only heard a shout, but it was Zhu Jingyang who slashed out with all his strength, and the fiery aura of the knife pierced through the envelope of the cold wind. Even so, dozens of shallow wounds had been drawn on his whole body by the cold wind like a knife.

"The Liu family's Mobaijin Zhu four enshrined, although you Zhu Jingyang ranks fourth, in terms of power, I'm afraid Bai is not as good as you!" Bai Wujiu's voice came from the wind and snow, "It's just that you are seriously injured In front, how many moves can you resist?"

Zhu Jingyang's face was gloomy, he gritted his teeth heavily, the ring knife flew, stirred the air, turned into a fire dragon, and slashed straight at Bai Wujiu's head.

Bai Wujiu's expression remained the same, he even smiled, and said: "I forgot to tell you, the sky-shocking palm that the second young master hit you behind the back was handed down by Boss Mo himself."

At this moment, Zhu Jingyang's complexion finally changed drastically, and the knife in his hand was also relieved.

Before he could react, Bai Wujiu gave a low shout, stepped straight up the palace, and pointed at Zhu Jingyang's chest.

Zhu Jingyang let out a muffled snort, and fell heavily on his back, with blood gushing from his middle finger, which quickly froze into crimson frost.

"Uncle Yang!" The boy squatting beside him hissed.

"Quick...go..." The old man turned his head away with difficulty, his gray beard stained with blood moved, struggling to make a mouth shape.

"Fourth Zhu, you can go on the road with peace of mind! The young master can't go anymore!" Bai Wujiu walked forward with a light smile, reaching out to pat the snowflakes off the young man's shoulders.

The boy shrank and rolled on the ground. He was about to get up and run away, but was blocked by a figure.

He raised his head, just glanced at it, and immediately recognized that the dozen or so people surrounding him were the original guards of the Liu family, no need to ask, now they all belonged to his second brother.

He clenched his fists tightly, his heart full of bitterness.

Bai Wujiu smiled coldly, and said softly: "Young master, don't need to struggle. The second young master Ze is so kind, how can he kill you with his own hands? But if the young master gets lost in the snow field and is frozen to death, what will happen to the second young master?" Dry?"

"Could it be... that I'm going to die here?" The young man bit his lip hard, and the salty taste immediately filled his mouth. He glanced at Zhu Jingyang's heaving chest, and slowly straightened up.

"If you want to kill, then kill, why should I, Liu Suifeng, be afraid of it?"

Bai Wujiu laughed lightly, and told a guard beside him: "Give the young master a good time!"

The guard nodded, stretched out his hand and pulled out his waist knife, and comforted him: "Young master, don't worry, my knife is always fast, and I promise there will be no pain."

Just as he was about to step forward, he saw Bai Wujiu's expression suddenly changed, and he reached out and grabbed the guard's wrist.

"Master Bai, this is..."

The guard turned his head in surprise just now, but saw Bai Wujiu laughing long and loudly: "No wonder Zhu Laosi desperately wanted to escape here with the young master, so there was someone to take care of him!"

The guards couldn't help being startled, they turned their heads and looked around, but saw no one was there, and asked in surprise, "Master Bai, who are you talking to?"

Bai Wujiu shook his head, his eyes fell on the bloated snowman, he sneered and said: "Your Excellency is playing tricks, you have been hiding for long enough, why don't you come out?"

As soon as the words fell, there was only a faint sigh, which seemed to sound from all directions at the same time: "Poverty sleeps here, why do you bother me?"

I only heard a toothache sound of "creaking and creaking", but the snow all over the snowman's body continued to shatter, and the snow fell to the ground, making a "jingling" sound.

The guards looked down and saw that the fluffy snow, the outer half was still snowflakes, but the inner half had turned into crystal clear ice cubes. They couldn't help being curious, someone asked quietly: "Why did this man put the ice cubes on the ground?" Body? Could it be...Could it be?" His heart suddenly jumped, and he couldn't continue with the remaining half of the sentence.

The well-informed guard looked extremely ugly, and replied in a low voice: "This is probably a superior yin and cold technique, but because the cold air emitted by this technique is colder than snow, it turns all the snow into snow. I took ice. This person's cultivation base is unpredictable, everyone must be careful."

Bai Wujiu didn't move, he just stood there quietly.

There was a soft sound of "Peng", but Xiao Qianli slowly stood up in the snowdrift, and countless shards of ice burst from his body, falling on the ground like raindrops.

Everyone stared and saw that the young man was wearing a plain white purple-bordered Taoist robe with a long sword on his back. He was tall and tall, with a refined and delicate face. He was dressed in the wind and snow, looking even more refined.

Xiao Qianli's eyes slowly turned around the faces of the people, and finally fell on the young man named Liu Suifeng. Although his face was calm, his heart was filled with ecstasy.

"A subject that matches the host's direct disciple has been detected."

"Liu Suifeng, the detection data is as follows: root bone 7, comprehension 10, intelligence 9, fortune 9, potential 10, loyalty to the sect 0."

"Current Strength Judgment: None."

"Talent Judgment: The target's talent is outstanding, it can be called a dragon and phoenix among men, and it can be cultivated as a direct disciple of the host."

"I've been wandering for a whole month, finally...finally..." At this moment, Xiao Qianli suddenly had the urge to cry.

In the past month, Xiao Qianli has really suffered.

From the day he left Yuxu Peak, Xiao Qianli traveled all the way east. Whenever he encountered a young face, he quietly checked it with the talent detector, but all he got was disappointed—let alone a genius with a total value of 40 or more, even It's just that there are not many people with a talent of 20, and most of them are ordinary people like myself with a total value of less than 10.

Sleeping in the open air, Xiao Qianli was almost desperate, but suddenly such a piece of jade with a total value of 45 points fell in front of him. This moment was really a joy from heaven.

"There is no place to find if you break through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get here!" In Xiao Qianli's mind, such a sentence came to mind for no reason, and the eyes he looked at Liu Suifeng became more ambiguous.

(End of this chapter)