Chapter 41: Splashing the fragrance of tea, it was only ordinary at that time 4

They all say I'm crazy.

They said that it is not easy to go to the Saibei Desert. There is a horse thief who called the wind wolf. A person can destroy a caravan. If he sees it from a distance, he must go around the road. As long as he is not angry, he can give him whatever he wants.

They said that the knife in the wind wolf's hand buzzes without blood for a day. It is the evil knife. All the people who touch it will become unrecognizable. God blocks the god and the Buddha from killing the Buddha.

They said that the wind wolf likes to take beautiful women back and eat them after playing enough.

They said that the court had sent a thousand elites to destroy the wind wolf, but in the end no one came back.

No matter what the world looks at me, gossip can't hide the harm and pain that has been inflicted on me. They even blamed me with ulsense and attributed all the evil deeds in Saibei to me. Even the dried up of the lake and the lack of harvest said that it was my existence, which angered the sky, saying that if the sky had eyes, it would punish me severely.

If the sky has eyes, it should first avenge the national hatred for me.

Turo was originally just an inconspicuous tribe in the desert oasis. My parents and I were honest herdsmen, and we had never even seen iron.

And on that unbearable night, an army of the so-called Central Plains Dynasty came outside the felt group and threatened us to wash Turo with blood if we did not hand over the treasure map. The negotiations between the two sides did not last long, because Turo was permanently erased from the northern desert that night.

Only a very small number of people survived, including an old craftsman who built a rare bronze knife for me for the rest of the time and named the wild soul to comfort the people who died tragically.

I can't stand the arrogance of the merchants in the Central Plains. I don't like them holding the so-called high-quality silk and high-quality porcelain to raise prices on the ignorant nomads. I can't stand their eloquent talk about their adventures and wealth that they may not exist at all, so that young girls are willing to spend their lives waiting for their next stop. .

The desire to kill has never left my chest. When I can finally wave the wild soul, I can clearly feel the call of God - I want to avenge the people of Turo, no matter how many people in the Central Plains I have to kill!

Such years lasted for ten or twenty years. When I was no longer young and had enough strength to fight against the whole army, the Central Plains suddenly stopped suppressing. On the contrary, a young scholar who seemed to have no power found me. I didn't pay attention to him. After repeated defeats, I had to sit down and listen to him carefully as he said.

That day, we stood against the sunset for a long time. He said a lot of words that I had never heard before. Finally, he promised to avenge the Tuluo people, but in exchange, I had to hand over the wild soul and change my face into the Central Plains.

He said that your life is short and thin. As long as you can let go of your obsession, I can complete your unfinished business for you and watch this cruel dynasty collapse.

In the end, I compromised in the miracle of his immortality.

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An eagle roar suddenly sounded in the silent sky. Everyone looked up and saw an eight-foot-foot-long black eagle hovering down from a height, carrying a long bronze knife on its claws.

Wei Tanyi put his finger on his lips and whistled, and the black eagle swooped down, loosened his claws, and the long knife fell firmly in his hand. Having seen this knife, Han Ruxu couldn't help looking down at his sword. On the night of getting the Dangyang Sword, I also saw Wei Tanyi waving the same long knife in my dream, but at that time, they seemed to kill the enemy for the same purpose, but at this moment...

"Have you made a decision?" Wei Tanyi waved the long knife and pointed it diagonally to the ground, "Which side do you choose?"

This is simply not an option.

Han Ruxu clenched the scabbard and put one hand on the hilt of the sword, but he couldn't pull it out. What's right? The two sides hold their own opinions. He hasn't figured out the situation at all. How to choose?

For his immobility, Song Jing was furious: "Han Ruxu! You are the imperial guard pulled up by your father. You touch your conscience and ask yourself, has there ever been a Jin Sanpin in all dynasties? If your father didn't appreciate you in those years, what's the difference between you and those Jianghu bandits? How many people dream of doing what the court is, but you are indecisive and indecisive. Are you still a man!"

Wei Tanyi immediately smiled and said, "Your Highness is really good. Lord Han, do it quickly."

Good for your ancestor, Han Ru is slanderous. You two are full of words, but I am not human at the middle.

"It seems that Lord Han still needs some time to make a decision slowly, so I'll kill people with unclean mouths first." As soon as the words fell, Wei Tanyi disappeared from the place. Then there was a sound of gold and stone, and the figure flashed on the platform. The bronze knife was three inches deep, and the earth and stone splashed. Song Jing seemed to dodge with all his strength and fell under the red-painted column.

This knife was cut down. Although it did not hurt anyone, it was full of shock. The body of Le Liangye, who died inexplicably, also shook because of the vibration, and bleeding from his seven orifices.

Song Jing's face was pale, and his hand standing up with his body trembled slightly, but his eyes were still shining with indomitable light.

"Are you scared?" Wei Tanyi pulled out the knife with a sonorous sound, and there was no trace of damage on the blade. "For the sake of the master, I can spare you, but when I think of quenching, I feel that you are more than worthy of death."

Behind him, Emperor Xuanping couldn't help saying, "Mr. Wei, why can't you get along with the people of the world? Now that you are healthy, what good can we do to kill the world?"

Unexpectedly, Wei Tanyi raised his eyebrows and asked, "You killed my whole family, but you asked me to let go of the world. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Emperor Xuanping sighed and stopped answering.

"Those who do not know their mistakes and do not repent have no right to point fingers at me." It seemed that he was angry because of this, and Wei Tanyi pulled out and killed him.

At this moment, the sword gas suddenly inserted from the side, and Wei Tanyi immediately changed the number of roads and turned around, which avoided it.

Song Jing leaned his back against the pillar and laughed wildly: "I think you are really fearless. Why don't you dare to fight back, but you want to dodge?"

"I like to make people die clearly." Although Wei Tanyi answered his words, he looked coldly at the person who stopped the enemy.

Han Ruqi stood with a sword and didn't say a word. At that moment, he made a decision, and it was the last sentence of Wei Tanyi that prompted him to draw his sword.

He wants revenge and even sacrifices the world, which Han Ruqi disagrees with. Indeed, he did not know any fate and had never experienced such a deep hatred, but he had vowed to guard the city and the people within his ability. In the past, these words could only be regarded as fools' dreams, but today they have come true.

Wei Tanyi suddenly smiled and said with a long knife in his hand: "The revenge of an opponent is real revenge. I don't bully you and don't know witchcraft, so I will use a knife to scare your head!"

Without any reason, Han Ruqi gritted his teeth and waved his sword to meet him.

Except for that chaotic dream, he had never seen Wei Tanyi really use a weapon, so he underestimated the ability of the disciples of Fuqin Palace. Wei Tanyi has been learning knife skills since he got the barren soul at the age of ten. What's more, the barren soul itself has a strong evil spirit. Han Ruxu only felt that he was facing an abyss of despair instead of despair. The dead breath swept over, far more terrible than the knife itself.

Song Jing obviously miscalculated the strength of his old friends. Seeing that they were equal, he blinked in disbelief.

The contest was very short. Han Ruxu suddenly saw the smile on the opposite side become strange. He knew that he must have found the flaw and was preparing to defend himself. The blade was obliquely cut to the side of his neck.

"Ding!"

However, the sudden change made the four people present stunned. The barren soul was bounced away by a faint light at the moment when Han Ruqi's head was about to cut off. Wei Tanyi, who held the knife, was shocked. As soon as his foot fell to the ground, the burning pain exploded in his chest. If it hadn't been for the barren soul in his hand to support, I'm afraid It fell down.

For a while, no one knew what had happened.

Wei Tanyi endured for a long time with the handle of the knife, and the fishy sweetness still overflowed.

"You--!" At the sight of the green blood, Han Ruxu's eyes widened, "When did you get poisoned?"

Wei Tanyi spit out a mouthful of green blood, grabbed his sleeve and wiped his mouth, and sneered, "What's the matter with you?"

It's not just poisoning, it's obviously the magic impact that leads to counter-eating. Wei Tanyi finally realized that he had made a serious mistake. There was a spell that he personally supported on Han Ruxu. Contradicted, he naturally lost both sides. Although the spell was broken, he was also devoured. The poison had attacked his heart and could not fight again.

"Sure enough, in Xiangzhou, I should have killed you to eliminate future trouble as the prophet said." Wei Tanyi said with hatred.

Han Ruqi didn't know why. He was about to stop, but he saw that the eyes of the person opposite him sank, and he was determined to die together and raised his knife again.

He must be stopped!

For a moment, his body no longer seemed to be at his disposal. Han Ruxu watched the sword front scratch the elbows and knees of Wei Tanyi, and the green blood hit his cheeks.

... He actually cut off his hamstrings.

"Bangdang!" The bronze long knife fell to the ground, the fiery red fox Qiu fluttered, and the man fell heavily on the platform.

The hand holding the sword is still shaking. Han Ruxu can't believe what decision he has made, but this is the only thing he can do - he will never suffer without hurting his life.

This unachievable blow was realized only because Wei Tanyi lost his original wind-like speed. Just a moment ago, the man smiled and said that he didn't know witchcraft.

Revenge.

"Good, you, Han Ruxu..." Wei Tanyi has lost the ability to revenge. He slowly moved his body and turned over. He looked up proudly and stared at him with a sneer with double hatred. "Don't think I can't do anything about you. You give me and give the destruction of the Wei family. I will let you I will never forget it."

He ignored his bleeding hands and feet and the painful internal organs at all, and recited a series of spells intermittently. In the silence, only his low voice lingered, and the horror made it impossible for the three of them to move their feet to escape.

"From now on, no matter whether you are cut or killed by five horses, you can't die. For a hundred years and a thousand years, you will always live in my hatred. Even if you are so old that you lose your five senses, nightmares will whip your conscience for me!"

After saying this, Wei Tanyi fell on the cold floor and laughed wildly. The sound echoed between the beams of Zunwei Palace, and it was frightening.

Never die, can't die, don't die.

Hate will never disappear.