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The name of the old man of the Ji family is Ji Ming.

Ji Huai was locked up in the ancestral hall for three days, and the most he did was to stare at the old man's tablet.

The old man is tall and thin, even in his old age, he is still a handsome old man. When Ji Huai was not so sensible, he always liked to run to his yard and listen to him tell stories to himself, but when he got older, he understood After what happened, he never approached the old man again.

But no matter how you think about it, the old man looks like an ordinary old man, and he has nothing to do with any martial arts leader.

"Our Ji family has come to the city in Wanwan since 300 years ago, and the genealogy is here, how do you make me believe it?" Ji Huai was shocked for a moment before regaining his composure.

"When Gongsun Zhi first entered the Jianghu, people didn't know his origin. After he disappeared, countless people were looking for him." Huan Ziang said, "What if he was Ji Ming?"

Ji Huai picked up the porridge bowl and took a sip slowly, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Oh, then are you going to take me back to inherit the position of martial arts leader?"

Huan Ziang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "The leader of the martial arts alliance has always been the one who is able, there is no such thing as succession."

Ji Huai frowned, and said displeasedly: "Then why are you arresting me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an explosion sound outside, shaking the dishes on the table, and then countless sharp arrows shot straight at them through the window.

"Get down!" Huan Zi yelled loudly, kicked the table upright in front of the two of them, grabbed the back of Ji Huai's neck and pushed him to the ground.

Ji Huai almost spit out the porridge he just drank, but before he could regain his composure, someone grabbed his arm and dragged him up again. Amidst the sound of swords and swords, he heard Huan Ziang curse, and then he was pushed and shoved Leaving the room.

Ji Huai was constantly being pushed and dragged around in the chaos. He smelled a strong smell of blood in a trance, and suddenly felt sick in his stomach. The tree in front spat it out with a wow.

"Don't run around!" Someone yelled at him, but the voice froze in the next second, and he fell down clutching his neck.

The same was true for the dozen or so people behind him, all of whom fell to the ground silently.

Someone came after him not far away, Ji Huai didn't have time to think about it, and ran towards the woods in front of him.

No matter whether it is Huan Ziang or the later group, it is obvious that Ji Huai is not a good person. The only thing he wants to do now is to save his own life for the time being.

However, this run made him finally have a clear understanding of his physical strength - when he ran with all his strength and was about to pass out, there was still a long distance from the forest in his sight, and the pursuers behind him It's getting closer.

Just when Ji Huai was in despair, several dull explosions sounded, and the surrounding area was instantly filled with smoke. In the white smoke, someone grabbed his waist from behind, covered his mouth tightly with one hand, and brought He jumped up.

The whistling wind in his ears slowed down, and his feet finally touched the ground. As soon as he landed, Ji Huai felt his stomach churning, staggered two steps forward, and vomited again.

The person behind him took two steps forward and handed him a handkerchief.

Ji Huai took it and wiped his mouth, and said in a fluffy voice, "Thank you."

There was no movement from the people behind him. When he turned his head, he saw Zhan Hua standing in front of him expressionlessly, his gaze was condensed.

Ji Huai looked at him in shock, "Zhan Hua!? How could it be you!"

Zhan Hua's tone was very cold, "Did you eat their food?"

Ji Huai was a little nervous being stared at by him, "I just drank half a bowl of porridge."

"Phoenix Feather Pavilion is a double cultivator of medicine and poison, you are poisoned." Zhan Hua said, stretching out his hand to seal several acupoints of his.

Ji Huai frowned in pain, "Hiss, lightly."

Zhan Hua looked at him coldly.

Ji Huai rubbed the place where he had tapped the acupuncture points just now, and asked, "What's going on? Why did they want to arrest me?"

Zhan Hua frowned slightly, "How would I know?"

Ji Huai said depressedly: "That's right, how could you, a monk, know...but you know martial arts?"

Zhan Hua lowered his eyes and said, "It's just light kung fu practiced in temples, not martial arts."

Ji Huai sighed, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, "You saved my life anyway, when I get back to Ji's mansion—"

When Ji Huai said this, his voice paused, and he suddenly realized that he couldn't go back to Ji's mansion, because his mother and brother sent him to these people with their own hands, and they didn't even explain a word to him from the beginning to the end.

Ji Huai frowned, "Ah, the Ji Mansion may not be able to go back, so I will repay this kindness later."

Zhan Hua looked up at him, and said in a deep voice, "Have you thought about what to do in the future?"

Ji Huai vomited to death before, but now his face is still very pale. His legs and feet were weak and he couldn't stand still, so he took two steps back and sat down against the tree trunk. He scratched his hair in distress, "I don't know."

He waited for a while and didn't hear Zhan Hua speak. He raised his head to look at him, and saw Zhan Hua shook his head gently at him.

Ji Huai subconsciously held his breath.

Zhan Hua raised his arm a few steps before leading him up the tree. Just now, where the two of them were standing, they nailed several hidden weapons that glowed coldly.

"Yo, it's actually a monk?" A young man in a black robe squatted on a tree, half of his face was covered with a golden mask, and the other half of his face was sharp and handsome, but his voice was very strange. Frivolous, people can't like it inexplicably, "Monk, hand over the man in your hand, and I will leave you a whole body."

Ji Huai froze, grabbed Zhan Hua's arm almost subconsciously, and asked in a low voice, "Can you beat him?"

"I can't beat it." Zhan Hua whispered.

Ji Huai swallowed nervously, his voice trembling, "You hand me over to him and run quickly, I, I'll hold him back."

Hearing the words, Zhan Hua turned his head and glanced at him, only to see Ji Huai's pale face and a desperate expression, and turned his head to look at the masked man, "But it's okay to run with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Huai felt that his feet were empty, and when he reacted and looked down, he found himself being lifted into the air by Zhan Hua. The moment seemed to be infinitely stretched and delayed, and he could even glimpse The corners of Zhan Hua's lips curled up slightly, inexplicably giving the monk an evil spirit.

However, this trance was too short, so short that Ji Huai thought it was an illusion.

Zhan Hua led him down and then flew up quickly. After several rounds, the masked man behind him had disappeared, but he and Zhan Hua also fell into a rather passive situation——

They have entered the deep mountains.

And got lost.

Sitting sleepily on the ground, Ji Huai curled up into a ball uncomfortable, not knowing what kind of poison Huan Ziang and the others had given him, even though Zhan Hua temporarily sealed his acupuncture points, he still wanted to vomit.

Zhan Hua jumped down from the tree after observing the direction, and said to Ji Huai: "There are still people from Fengyu Pavilion and Feixian Tower outside. I'm afraid we won't be able to go out for a while."

"Yeah." Ji Huai replied weakly, the nausea and pain made him want to cry, he called Zhan Hua in a low voice: "Zhan Hua... I feel bad."

Zhan Hua had a cold face and was thinking about something, but when he heard this, he paused, walked up to him and squatted down, picked up his wrist and felt his pulse, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Ji Huai only felt that the air he inhaled exuded a strong rotten smell, and his internal organs seemed to be smashed by someone's hands. His other hand grabbed Zhan Hua's sleeve, and his voice unconsciously brought A trace of crying, "Am I going to die?"

Zhan Hua didn't answer him.

Ji Huai murmured: "Why don't you kill me first... It's too uncomfortable..."

Zhan Hua gave him the pulse for a while before letting go of his hand, seeing that his sleeve was being pulled out by him, but he refused to do so. He looked at Ji Huai's half-dead state, and there was a hint of disbelief in his voice The disgust of the police, "It's only one-tenth of the toxicity, and it will be fine after a while."

Ji Huai froze for a moment when he heard the words, then frowned and said, "But...it's really hard."

Zhan Hua took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured out a black elixir and stuffed it into his mouth. Ji Huai was so bitter that his facial features wrinkled in an instant, and subconsciously wanted to spit out the elixir.

Zhan Hua pinched his jaw and said ruthlessly, "Swallow it."

Ji Huai was so uncomfortable that he was a little unconscious. He opened his eyes and looked at him aggrievedly, the end of his eyes were a little red, as if Zhan Hua deliberately bullied him.

Zhan Hua's eyebrows twitched when he saw this expression, and he looked away without any trace, and made him swallow the pill with a skill in his hand.

Ji Huai was almost choked to death, he lowered his head and coughed a few times, curled up in a dazed state with his eyes closed, but he held on to Zhan Hua's sleeve and refused to let go.

Zhan Hua sat beside him with a frosty face and closed his eyes to rest his mind. After about half an hour, there was a rustling sound in the forest.

Zhan Hua opened his eyes, and stretched out his hand to seal Ji Huai's sleeping hole. Ji Huai, who was half asleep and half awake, fell asleep completely now, and didn't have to endure such unbearable pain.

The visitor half-kneeled on the ground, clasped his fists and said, "Master, we found it."

Zhan Hua glanced at Ji Huai who had fallen asleep, "Say."

"It was Feixianlou who spread the news. The owner of Feixianlou went to Changhong Valley three months ago since Yingqiu, and has been in retreat since he came back."

"Cong Yingqiu?" Zhan Hua's voice was slightly cold, "Overestimating one's abilities."

When Ji Huai woke up, there was no pain in his body, but this pain was mild compared to the previous pain. He sat up and turned his stiff neck to look around, but he didn't see Zhan Hua. The figure, the whole person was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly from the ground, "Zhan Hua!"

However, the surrounding area was empty, and no one responded to him.

Ji Huai felt a chill in his heart, and his voice was a little flustered, "Zhan Hua! Where are you!?"

The author has something to say:

The eldest young master is really squeamish and stupid now...but he will grow up slowly in the future (you must grow up after being tricked miserably)

Why did Zhan Hua's attitude change so much?

After all, once the thing (referring to Ji Huai) is in his hands, he doesn’t want to set it up again with a warm man (big pig’s hoof)