"As long as I have it, you can take it!" Qu Jinfeng's tone was sincere. He and Hu Shuilian were childhood sweethearts, brothers and sisters. Qu Jinfeng had been prepared to never go back when he came to Wuyou Villa. It was an unexpected blessing to escape with his life, not to mention the hope of undoing Hu Shuilian's poison.
"Come on, it's just a joke. You are in such a miserable condition, what else can I ask for from you." Zhu Tan said, "It's just that even if I ask for it, Master may not be willing to help. But if it is my junior sister who asks for it, it will be different. ”
"Where is your junior sister at this time?"
"It's a pity that she just left the village today and went to Bingzhou to find my third senior brother."
"I'm leaving the village today. If I hurry up, I might be able to catch up with her."
"Try to chase her back." Zhu Tan took off the jade pendant from his waist and handed it to Qu Jinfeng, "This will serve as a token for you. My junior sister's name is Ye Wuji. She makes a jade pendant three feet long and two fingers wide. Black iron sword with black gold scabbard, wearing a green cloth shirt, dressed as a man."
Qu Jinfeng borrowed a fast horse from the village, whipped up his whip and headed towards Bingzhou.
"Master, Qu Jinfeng has left. It looks like he is heading towards Bingzhou." Yingyi reported to Xie Hanyi, "The girl is going there too."
Xie Hanyi chuckled lightly and said: "The disciples have grown up and their wings have become stiff, and they no longer want to listen to the teachings of my master."
Everyone in the room was silent. At this time, the housekeeper escorted a man up. The man was wearing a mask and was tall.
"Xiao Qi, can you tell me, my master, why you are returning to the village at this time?"
The mask fell off the man's face, revealing an alien face with beards. It was Xie Hanyi's seventh disciple, the prince of the Tatar Murza tribe, Kara Murza.
"Master, I just miss you so much." Kara Murza raised her eyes and looked at Xie Hanyi. His eyes were as blue as the sea. When he looked at people intently, they gave people the illusion of affection, but at this time, this His eyes were full of teasing. He looked at Xie Hanyi with no respect at all in his words and deeds.
Yingyi was angered by his behavior, raised his scabbard and slapped him on the back, shouting: "How dare you do this to Zhu Zian."
Kara Murza spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said with a smile: "There are so many dogs around Master! The barking dogs are really annoying."
Ying Yi wanted to hit him again, but Xie Hanyi raised her hand and she immediately stepped back.
Xie Hanyi looked at Kara Muzhar, his face was calm and his eyes were even calmer, but the words he said immediately angered Kara Muzhar.
"Speaking of dogs, aren't you the same?" Xie Hanyi said, "Is your father satisfied with the wild dogs I teach?"
"Thank you Hanyi!" Kara Muzhar was furious. He struggled to get up, but the butler held his shoulders and fell to his knees again.
"Xie Hanyi, in your heart, are we all just dogs?" Kara Muzar stared at him, with eyes that were both angry and sad.
"Ha." Xie Hanyi smiled sarcastically and said, "Don't you think it's ridiculous for a traitor to ask such a question?"
Kara Muzar lowered his head, and after a long silence, he slowly said: "I once respected you, loved you, and regarded you as my reborn parent, but in your heart, you always just regarded me as a bird that could be waved at a moment's notice. The wild dog that is about to go is treated as a chess piece that can be discarded after use. Xie Hanyi, what is hidden under your skin is the most ruthless and poisonous heart in the world!"
Faced with his accusation, Xie Hanyi remained unmoved. He sat down with his head straight, as if the person who accused him was not his apprentice of more than ten years, but just an unrelated stranger.
"It seems that you are no longer willing to recognize me as your master, nor are you willing to listen to my words." Xie Hanyi said.
"Is what you did to me something a master could do?"
Which master in this world would let his disciple become the executioner who kills his people with his own hands! Which master in this world would use his disciples to destroy an ethnic group! Fathers and sons killed each other, brothers killed each other, and the killing of people of the same surname led to the destruction of the entire tribe, and all of this was done by this good master who seemed gentle and unconcerned!