The road is lonely, and there is no one on the wild crossing.
The desolate north wind roared in, beating the earth, and the dead trees swayed in the strong wind.
The strong wind stirred up the sand with great force, like sharp steel nails hitting the human skin, causing pain all over the body and making it difficult to even open the eyes.
In the strong wind, two figures, an old man and a young man, were running quickly in the wind and sand. Their clothes were stained with dirt. They had obviously been running around for a long time.
Ouyang Ming smiled and said: "Senior He, we are reaching the ancient city just ahead. I didn't expect it to take so long on this trip."
"Yes, it's been a long and tiring journey, and my old bones can hardly bear it." Even so, the old man was in high spirits, and the sword box he was carrying on his back made a "clack, clack, clack," sound. At one glance, one could tell that something big had happened to him, and it was a good thing.
Although he failed to find a way to rebuild the foundation this time when he returned to Jianfeng, just when he had given up any hope in his heart, he saw the light again. Because Ouyang Ming actually promised to rebuild his foundation, which surprised him extremely.
The ten statues of gods outside the ancient city still have not changed at all, with mottled colors.
The streets in the city are old and slightly gray.
The streets were bustling with people. The two of them looked at each other and saw the sense of comfort in their eyes.
Outside the city, there are no statues to protect you, and you may be attacked by monsters at any time. The string in your heart is always tense. As soon as you enter the city, you relax.
Changshou Alley was quiet and quiet. As soon as the two of them reached the entrance of the alley, Master Duan looked panicked and walked over quickly with a look of fear in his eyes. He said anxiously: "Brother Yu, Master He, something happened to Xiao Man!"
"Huh? What's going on?" Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed coldly and he looked over.
He Jian's face turned cold, and a pure sword intent spread out.
Master Duan was slightly startled, with a look of shock on his face, and thought to himself, is this still Old Man He? How could it be so terrible
In this Changshou Alley, he is the only one who is the most ordinary. Jiang Yingrong is the daughter of the head of the Jiang family. Her talent has been astonishing since she was a child. She has three strands of dragon blood, and is only two strands away from reaching the atavistic level. This kind of talent ranks among the top ten in the entire Jiang family. As for He Jian, he was a ruthless man who dominated the generation and blocked the three moves of the Venerable with his spirit body. Only Master Duan, although he is a blacksmith and his status is extremely noble in the ancient city, compared to Jiang Yingrong and He Jian, this status is not good enough and seems too ordinary and mediocre.
As for Ouyang Ming, he is blessed with great luck and is the darling of this era.
In the entire spiritual world, there is no one like him.
After a few breaths, Master Duan came back to his senses and whispered: "Shopkeeper Jiang took the three children back to the Jiang family, but on the way they encountered people from the Blood Dragon Ji Qi's family. They wanted to take Xiaoman away. ”
"What happened next?" Ouyang Ming's voice was very soft, but deep in his words, there was a strong murderous intention.
Master Duan glanced at Ouyang Ming from the corner of his eye and saw that he had a calm expression on his face before he replied softly: "Later, Shopkeeper Jiang revealed his identity, and the people of the Blood Dragon Family were unwilling to retreat, but just after When Shopkeeper Jiang thought that all this was over, the Ji family attacked Xiaoman with lightning speed, and he was poisoned. At this time, he still didn't wake up, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead." His voice became lower and lower, but in his heart. There was a thrilling feeling, as if the air around him was condensed.
"Blood Dragon Family, hum!" Ouyang Ming sneered after hearing this. Ji Qi had come to trouble him as soon as he entered the ancient city, and now the Ji family beat Xiao Man until he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. He will definitely avenge this revenge, and will pay it back ten times a hundred times. Although he is easy to get along with on weekdays, there is a fierceness and coldness hidden in places that others cannot reach.
The sword box on He Jian's back was also beating wildly, and the long sword in the box seemed to be about to be unsheathed, exuding its edge.
The scene fell silent for a moment, leaving only the sound of the whimpering wind.
After a while, Ouyang Ming's face was calm and he said: "Senior He, I'm afraid the previous promise will have to be postponed for a while. Xiaoman was entrusted to me by his grandfather personally. I can't watch something happen to him and still... I hope you will forgive me, senior.”
He Jian waved his hand and said: "Whatever brother Yu said, Xiaoman is considered half of my disciples, and I won't let it go."
Looking at this scene, Master Duan seemed to have seen a ghost, his mouth parted and his pupils shrank.
There is only one thought in my mind, is this still the taciturn He Jian? Why is there a hint of compliment in this voice? He was messy, completely messy. He has spent the longest time with He Jian, and he clearly knows what kind of bad temper he has. How should I put it, like the stones in the latrine, smelly and hard. If you don't like him, even if you say something to Po Tian, he won't reply to you. But now, this inherent impression has been completely broken.
He was extremely curious, what happened on this trip? And what ability does Ouyang Ming have that even convinces Old Man He
Ouyang Ming didn't understand what was going on in his mind, so he continued: "Senior He, this matter should be done sooner rather than later. I really can't let go of Xiaoman, and I hope Senior He can accompany me to the Jiang family." He knew in his heart that He Jian Since he had joined the Heilongjiang family, his status was definitely not low. If he had an acquaintance to go with him, he would be able to be kind to him when things happened.
"Yeah!" He Jian nodded lightly without hesitation.
The two of them came and left in a hurry, and left in a moment, leaving Master Duan alone in a mess in the wind, puzzled.
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The Jiang family is undoubtedly one of the largest forces in the Great Ruins.
It covers an area of thousands of miles and is all fertile land, which is extremely precious in the Cursed Land. Because, nearly 70% of the place in the ruins was filled with yellow sand. The rest of the places are either dangerous places or secret realms, and there are not many places suitable for living and survival. The Jiang family occupies an enormous amount of land, with mountains at its back and fertile fields in front of it. You can imagine how strong it is.
The Jiang family's mansion is located in front of this mountain range, shocking everyone.
There are many pavilions. Although they are not carved with carved railings and jade, they are still extraordinary. They are composed of dozens of courtyards.
There are streams, summer flowers, and all kinds of strange fruits in the pavilion. It can be said that this is a rare paradise in the cursed land.
In a huge square outside the Jiang family, there stands a black dragon statue that is more than a hundred feet high. Every scale is lifelike, dark and deep, exuding a cold light, and its claws are extremely sharp. Especially the eyes of this black dragon, staring at the sky, Extraordinary domineering.
Countless Jiang family disciples sat cross-legged under the black dragon, breathing in and out.
In a women's boudoir of the Jiang family, everything is gorgeous. A bottle of incense burner that can be held by two people exudes purple smoke, and the fragrance is very light and elegant.
On the pink bed, a six or seven-year-old child had his eyes closed tightly and his brows knitted together, as if he was trapped in a nightmare. There was no blood on his face, and his breath seemed to be gone, as if he would die at any moment. The clothes were taken off, revealing wheat-colored skin. He was none other than Xiaoman.
An old man with gray hair, wearing a white robe and white shoes, pointed his finger in the air.
A silver needle flew out and pierced Xiao Mantian's spiritual point. With a little force, the silver needle flew back. The tip of the needle was stained with a wisp of light black blood. The old man took one look at the blood, put the silver needle away, and sighed heavily. Take a breath.
His name is Jiang Zhihai, and he is the best pharmacologist in the entire Jiang family. Although his cultivation level is only the middle level of a spiritual person, he is highly respected in the entire Jiang family and his status is higher than that of the cabinet elders.
Jiang Yingrong didn't say anything. She raised her hand and led Jiang Zhihai into the hall. After making a pot of tea herself, she asked softly: "Elder Zhihai, how is Xiaoman?"
Her face was slightly pale, and there was a circle of darkness around her pupils, obviously she had been overworked.
Jiang Zhihai had a complicated look on his face. He glanced at Jiang Yingrong, held his hands slightly, and said: "Miss, this poison is extremely rare and has invaded the internal organs. Moreover, the power of blood in this child's body seems to have been taken away when he was a child. There is a lack of it. He is old and decrepit. ... There is nothing I can do! Looking at the current situation, I can only live for seven days at most. I hope the lady will forgive me." He said this very sincerely.
"Elder Zhihai, please think of a way." Jiang Yingrong was anxious and felt her head buzzing.
Xiaoman was entrusted to her by Ouyang Ming, but only a few days later, such a big thing happened, which made her feel extremely guilty.
The old man's face darkened and he said, "Miss, there is really nothing I can do..." After saying that, he stood up, clasped his fists slightly, and retreated.
Jiang Qingcheng wore her hair in a ponytail, with a sad face, and whispered: "Mom, why do those people want to harm Xiaoman?"
Jiang Yingrong's face softened a little, and she forced a smile and said: "They are all bad people, and they have a grudge against Xiaoman. It's just that Xiaoman didn't show up before, but if he did, they would definitely take action. I just didn't expect that I, the head of the family, would take action." Even her daughter's identity cannot be suppressed. Also, as long as Xiaoman is dead, how can the Jiang family go to war over such a child? " Her voice was very soft, and even she didn't know why she was telling Jiang Qingcheng this.
"Oh!" Jiang Qingcheng nodded.
"Where is Xiaolan?" Jiang Yingrong asked. Xiaolan was too young and not as strong as Xiaoman. The scene where Xiaoman was seriously injured deeply stimulated her.
"In the room, unwilling to speak, and unwilling to come out." Jiang Qingcheng replied. Her figure was taller, her calves were slender and straight, and even the buds that were about to bloom were a little bigger.
Jiang Yingrong sighed. She never thought that so many things would happen when she came back this time.
Looking at the sky outside the window, I couldn't help but think about what he would do if he encountered this situation, and he thought of Ouyang Ming's domineering figure from behind.
But after thinking for a while, my mind was still in a mess, without any thoughts.
Jiang Qingcheng walked to her side, gently took her hand, and whispered: "Mom, I want to sleep with you tonight."
"You're so old and you still want to sleep with me?" Jiang Yingrong scratched her nose.
"When I was in Changshou Lane, I always slept with my mother. Why can't I do it now?" She muttered. When she came to the Jiang family, she always felt that she was out of place. Her cultivation was not as high as theirs, and her work was not as profound as theirs. , she speaks with deep meaning. She is a simple person and does not want to speculate, so she feels very uncomfortable.
And only the mother in front of her is her greatest attachment.