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"Tsk, you have a hole in your lung, don't talk."

He took out the water bag attached to his waist to clean the man's wound, and applied the wound medicine he carried with him.He squeezed the man's shoulder lightly again, and the man trembled in pain.

"The bone is not seriously injured. I have never treated your injury before, and I don't know whether the sequelae are serious or not. You bear with it."

The man was taken aback.

"Don't worry, the doctor can't kill you." The tone was very light.

"By the way, I have something to do. I can only send you to the city to recuperate your wounds. I'll discuss with you how to arrange you after I'm done."

"you..."

The man couldn't believe it. There must be a limit to pretending to be a good person. It's too much to send him to the city, and it's too much to arrange where he will live in the future. Doesn't this man have some conspiracy?

"Tell you to stop talking. I didn't intend to take the baby you guarded, and I didn't intend to hand you over to anyone. It's just that since I saved you, I don't want anyone to kill you. Besides, I don't like the baby you guarded at all. thing."

When the man heard the word "baby", his back was cold. He obviously didn't say anything. How did this man know about the baby?This is the feeling of jackals left after a tiger dies.

The man felt sour and then bitter, or he should kill himself.Then I heard the other party change the subject, saying that he didn't like his baby.The man's heart suddenly flared up, why do you look down on something that our village has guarded for hundreds of years!In the end, I kept my words in my heart because I couldn't speak.

Seeing the man's unconvinced expression, he put away his things, rolled his eyes where the man couldn't see, and said slowly: "I said, do you want to take your tattered baby and leave, or let it go away?" Continue to bury it in your horse cellar?"

As soon as the words fell, the man's hand suddenly grabbed the young man's neck, his eyes filled with horror and anger, and the despair of dying together.

He sighed, wrapped his two fingers around the man's wrist, and pulled it off without much effort: "You think I'm as stupid as them? The straw under the stable is obviously newly covered, and the blood seeps in that area very poorly." It’s the same. And I’ve already said that I don’t care for it, if I really want it, I just took it, and I don’t need to come in to save you.”

Seeing that the man still looked hopeless, he had no choice but to take the sword off his back and push the hilt forward, revealing a section of the blade from the wrapped long cloth for the man to see, "Here, it's better than yours." .

The man glanced at the sword. The azure sword was covered with silvery white water marks, not stained with blood. He glanced at the blood-stained faceless mask in front of him. He suddenly remembered that he had returned from selling horses in the city a few days ago. The legend told by people.

A young knight with a faceless mask and a spirit sword, Broken Joan.

The son has no face.

"What do you plan to do? Take your rag or leave it here? Decide quickly so we can go."

Young Master Wuyan said while supporting the man to go up.

Very good, it's only a few steps away, and it has gone from a baby to a rag.

The man was very annoyed, he stared at the man in front of him, and found that he could feel his kindness even through the mask.

So why is he pissing me off?

Unconsciously glanced around, the man suddenly realized.

There was already a bright door ahead, and even though blood was everywhere, he never looked back even once in his anger.

Did this person deliberately divert his attention so that he would not pay attention to these dead people?

The man was helped to the side of the house to sit down, and finally he was able to look back, but there was only a dark stone staircase in front of him, and the lights had been turned off by someone waving his hand.

Young Master Wuyan propped up one leg, sat next to him, leaned against the wall, put his hands on his knees, and unexpectedly entered into a state of breath adjustment.

For some reason, although Young Master Wuyan didn't speak, the man understood his intention, he wanted to use this posture to relax himself.

Looking at the sky, the man took a deep breath, and pulled the young master's faceless clothes.

"take!"

Young master Wuyan opened his eyes, lightly patted the back of his hand, stood up straight, straightened his clothes, and put on his mask, his hands were bloody.

"Then you don't mind." The young master said without a face.

The man thought he was talking about digging treasures, thought about it for a while, and finally thought that since he had reached this point, even if it was taken away by this person, it would be much better than being taken away by those people who didn't know where they came from.

He nodded.

"Take it."

A hard round shell fell into his arms, and he quickly caught it.The tentacles were cold and a little sticky, but upon closer inspection, it was the blood-stained mask.

The legendary mask was quietly placed on his lap like this. It really had no facial features. It was rounded at the top and pointed at the bottom. There were only two eye-shaped holes for him to see outside. There was a slightly protruding line in the middle of the mask.

As if obsessed, he put the mask on his face and threw it through the two holes, only to see the back of the young knight-errant going out, tall but slender, with long black hair tied on top of his head, and the strands of hair floating on his thin body Behind it is the unique fragility of young people.The blood stains on his clothes showed his unique strength which was different from ordinary teenagers.

But the man felt that this mask brought only depression and loneliness on his face.

Only then did he remember that this person seemed to be under 17 years old.

Is this the world in his eyes?

The young master went out without a face, picked up the horse carcass on the ground, pushed aside the discolored straw on the ground, dug up the blood-soaked cloth wrap, weighed it in his hands, the thing was not big but quite heavy.

He walked around the village again, took some food, and went back to help the man sitting on the ground. The man leaned on his thin shoulders, and the two walked slowly out of the village.

"You've been staring at me all the way, is there a flower on my face?"

Shaking his head.

"Or, my face is scary?"

Shaking his head.

"So you're surprised?"

silence.

"Will you tell anyone?"

Shaking his head.

"I don't think so, because you are in my hands."

"you!"

"Shh, don't talk."

"..."

"what's your name?"

"Bo Shu...cough cough cough..."

"Are you taking advantage of me? Forget it, it's better not to talk. Seeing how vicissitudes you have, you are probably about the same age as my father, so let's be uncle."

"..."

"My surname is Xue."

"..."

"What? You're only 26 years old?"

The man's name is Bai Shu, 26 years old, the son of the elder of Bingyan Village.Growing up in a village deep in the mountains since he was a child, he was raised as the next elder. He never married a wife and never took a step out of the village.

Bingyan Village has lived in seclusion for generations, and there are few outsiders.

The group of white-clothed people didn't know where the news came from, but they started asking for treasures when they arrived at Bingyan Village, as if they already knew the treasures like the back of their hands.Surprised, the villagers could only resist, but it was a pity that they were no match for that group of people, and they died tragically at the door of their own homes.

After the group of people killed the horses, Bai Shu secretly buried the treasure in the stable and ran out of the village.Unexpectedly, after running less than halfway, he was caught back, and as the last few survivors, he was forcibly forced to confess, and he watched familiar people die in front of him.

What puzzled Bai Shu the most was that the group of people actually knew that Bai Shu's father was the one who was in charge of preserving the treasure.

After punishing Bai's father, Bai's father would rather die than tell the whereabouts of the treasure.

Bai Shu couldn't tell that secret, it was his responsibility as the next elder, although, there would be no more elders.

Standing at the entrance of the village, Bai Shu turned his back to his former home.

Young Master Wuyan lit a self-made torch, and the flames reflected his heroic face bright yellow.

There was no expression on the young man's face. The scar extending directly from above his left eye into his hair was twisted and deep. The light and shadow flickered, and it seemed to put all his pain into it.

Bai Shu took the torch, his back was like a lone wolf who had lost everything.

"Thank you."

He wants to bury here himself, and the laughter and happiness will all be left in the ashes.

In the deep forest, there are no companions and family members anymore, and the anger is completely over without even knowing where to send it.

From then on, no matter how exciting the outside world is, he may only see desolation in his eyes, and there is only endless loneliness ahead.

His body was steady and his hands were shaking.

The torch drew an imperfect arc in the sky, and it was about to fall to the ground!

The young master has no face and draws his sword.

The azure blue long sword was released from his hand, and the tip of the sword was directly fixed on the open space of the village gathering with the torch.

Except for Bai Shu, everyone in this village was there, men, women, young and old, all of them were good.

The torch fell into the crowd and hit the dry thatch that had been laid in advance.The raging fire circled around the hay, and met the kerosene that Young Master Wuyan carefully poured on it, the flames surged up and became hotter.

The shadow of the house twisted and dodged, licked and swallowed by the flames.

The body will be consumed by fire, but the soul will not.

"You're sad." Young Master Wuyan put a little force on Bai Shu's arm.

Young Master Wuyan stretched out his right hand, and the Broken Joan Sword flew back into his hand with a scorching air wave, and he spoke in an affirmative tone.He shook his hand, the heat dissipated, and the Broken Qiong Sword became cold and proud again.

"Stand still, the battle is not over yet. There are many people who claim to be bright, and your revenge is not over yet."

The blood in Bai Shu's whole body began to flow again, he looked at the young master's faceless profile, bright flames danced in those extremely beautiful eyes, as if hiding the real light.

"where is it?"

Young Master Wuyan changed hands to support Bai Shu, turned around and said, "Follow me, I'm looking for them too."

"it is good!"

"But following me along the way will be a bit difficult," the legendary young knight-errant laughed at himself, "There are many people chasing and killing me, are you afraid?"

The man shook his head resolutely, and rubbed his sore wrist by the way. Although the young man with great strength in front of him couldn't figure out the details, he didn't feel bad.

Having been through this, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Moreover, the souls of the villagers will always be with him.

The two of them didn't take another look at the village like a Shura field.

The two young people who met for the first time walked towards the gloomy forest ahead with the same goal in mind.

The road ahead is unknown, but it is certainly not a comfortable road.

But they have nothing to fear.

In fact, the treasure that the man in white is thinking about is really a treasure.

It was a set of needles, called Xuanbing Needles. According to legend, it was the first work of the casting master Xiao Mengyan a hundred years ago. It was given to Shen Lubing, a traitor in the Canaan Valley.Shen Lubing never went back after betraying Canaan Valley, and no one knows where this set of needles ended up.

There are 21 needles in this set, and the lengths and thicknesses of each needle are different.I don't know what kind of material it is made of, the needle body is dark and dull, its weight is comparable to Brahma Heart Steel, but it is as soft as silk thread.As long as the internal force is input and properly controlled, it can become extremely hard.

Bai Shu thought he couldn't protect this set of needles, so he temporarily handed it over to a young man surnamed Xue. For some reason, this set of needles in his hands was like a thousand-mile horse meeting Bole, the fit was incomparable, as if he was born for it.

When Mo Zelan arrived following Xue Banxia's breath, she found that Xue Banxia's condition was very bad.

His breathing was disordered, his blood was exhausted, and his hands were cold.The next moment, it was extremely hot again.

Go crazy at this time?

"court death!!!!"

The continuous anger was finally completely ignited at this moment.Xue Banxia laughed back angrily, and pushed away Mo Zelan who was trying to stop him.

that needle.

first step.

It is the first work of casting master Xiao Mengyan!

step two.

It is the Xuanbing Needle from the Canaan Valley that is walking on the ice!

third step.

It was the needle that the Baishu clan desperately protected!

the fourth step.

That set of needles is missing one!

the fifth step.

Since then, there is no way to appear at the same time!

Step six!

Can you afford it!Stupid reptile!

The four people standing on the rock wall barely reacted, and a figure stood in front of them, blocking the two strange lights.

for a moment?snap of the fingers?For a moment?

No one could tell what happened at that time, and the red boa's eyes couldn't keep up with the ghostly figure. It only felt that the scales on its whole body were lifted and pulled out, and the place where the blood flowed out was cut again. The man dug out his own flesh!

But it has no resistance at all!

I can't see where the ghost-like thing is!

The red boa constrictor rolled at the bottom of the valley, its giant tail slapped the surrounding mountain walls indiscriminately, and wherever it went, boulders cracked and sand and stones flew horizontally.

The corpses of the ferocious beasts were overturned into the air and then fell violently. The living ferocious beasts fled in a disorderly manner, and some even stepped on the groundworms and salamanders that only appeared during the day when they were awakened.

For a moment, there was a mess in the huge pit. If you ignore the deafening howls and the frightening shaking of the earth, Mo Zelan thinks this scene is quite interesting to watch.

The author has something to say:

Bai Shu: It’s still my home field~

Mozelan: It will be returned to me soon.

Bai Shu: Old Xue, someone wants to compete with you for the lead role, or stab him to death?