Chapter 108 Hong Kui

Ye Xiu only remembered and had never seen his master's strength improve. When he was a child, he was not clear about the cultivation of martial artists. When he really grew up, his master had passed away. The only thing he knows is that he seems to often take drugs to suppress the old troubles on his body until he can't suppress the old troubles and finally die.

However, when he heard Fan Lao's words, Ye Xiu vaguely felt a little strange. The ground-level warriors were no longer afraid of bullets, unless they were alone to seize the camp, or encountered heavy weapons such as cannons, and the possibility of injury was very low. And a strong man like Master Ye Xiu is basically impossible to encounter cannons. No general can send such a strong man to the battlefield as an ordinary soldier and use it as a top soldier.

"Fan Lao, do you remember when you saw my master seriously injured?" Ye Xiu thought about it and couldn't think of a reason. What happened in those years was too long away from now. When Ye Xiu met his master, he seemed to have an old problem.

"That's not true." Fan Lao shook his head with a wry smile.

"Actually, I'm also quite strange. In those years, Brother Ye's talent was excellent and he broke through once on the battlefield. When we met more than ten years ago, although his strength improved, but... In my guess, he should have been a heavenly level long ago." Mr. Fan also frowned and said with emotion in his tone.

Ye Xiu nodded secretly in his heart. After the baptism of the battlefield, it was absolutely not difficult for a ground-level warrior to break through to the heavenly level. Unfortunately, Ye Xiu's master did not know why he was seriously injured and could not break through to the heavenly level in the end.

"Didn't Brother Ye tell you what happened back then?" Mr. Fan laughed.

Ye Xiu shook his head with a wry smile, "Master has been teaching me martial arts, but he hasn't mentioned much about what happened back then."

Fan Lao nodded, but he understood very well that when he saw Ye Xiu, Ye Xiu was still very small. In addition, Ye Li was entangled in old troubles at that time, and naturally he was dedicated to Ye Xiu's martial arts. How could he talk to him about what happened in those years? Those things on the battlefield were heroic, but only they knew how cruel the war was. The chaotic decades were definitely not as simple as the melee in the eyes of ordinary people. It was not until Fan Lao's strength gradually improved that he vaguely knew some inside stories of that year. In those decades of turmoil, not to mention ordinary people, warriors, even those masters of the earthly steps and heaven, many of them have fallen. Many of Fan's old brothers died in that war era.

"Lao Fan, can you tell me about what happened back then?" Ye Xiu looked at Fan Lao with some hope.

"Okay, I'll talk about some things back then." Mr. Fan smiled.

With Fan Lao's words, a blood-stained picture of mountains and rivers appeared in Ye Xiu's mind. It was an era when a person's life was as cheap as grass. No matter who it was, an ordinary person, a rich man, a general, or a martial artist, in that national war, it dyed the land of China red. Even in the Jizhong region where Fan Lao is located, the battle is still fierce. Most of the dozens of advanced martial artists who follow Fan Lao alone have been killed and injured, which is still the result that their team has not directly competed against the little devils. Those soldiers who fight head-on often go down with a cannonball, one shift and a platoon. Sometimes a burst of gunfire, that is, a company and a battalion are completely finished. It was in such an environment that the strength of the whole country and the flesh and blood of countless heroes were taken back.

"Since then, I haven't seen your master until more than ten years ago, I didn't expect that it was separated by heaven and man." Mr. Fan sighed.

Fan Lao only talked about the national war that year. In fact, he talked more about his contact with Ye Li, which is also the idea of taking care of Ye Xiu. According to Fan Lao, Ye Li was an elegant and handsome teenager, quite a Confucian general. Even Fan Lao and others in different camps admired him. Later, with the transfer of the army and the subsequent civil war, the two lost contact.

"Master..." A figure came to Ye Xiu's mind.

There is a big difference between Ye Li in Ye Xiu's memory and Ye Li in Fan Lao's mouth. Ye Li, who was * Ye Xiu, looked only 40 years old, but he was an extremely haggard middle-aged man. Even when he first met Fan Lao, Fan Lao almost didn't recognize him. In the next few years, because Ye Li could not suppress the old troubles, he quickly aging, but when he was dying, he looked like a remnant of the year.

"The war is really cruel." Ye Xiu sighed in his heart.

When he was a mercenary, Ye Xiu also experienced large and small battles, but those battles were 108,000 miles away from the national war in China.

"If the master hadn't been injured, I'm afraid he would have broken through to the sky long ago." Ye Xiu thought secretly in his heart.

In the case of being entangled in the old trouble, Ye Li can still achieve the cultivation in the later stage. If there is no old trouble, it is definitely not a problem to break through to the heavenly level. With Ye Xiu's current strength, it is almost certain that Ye Li's achievements are not injured, at least he is a warrior of the heavenly level.

It's just that Ye Xiu also understood that in that national war, his personal strength was weak, and even the heavenly warriors fell a lot. Not to mention the earthly warriors, Ye Li was extremely lucky to survive that national war.

After knowing Ye Xiu's identity, Fan Lao was obviously much more enthusiastic. The disciple of his old comrade-in-arms is equivalent to his disciple.

"Humph...get out of here!"

Just as Ye Xiu and Fan Lao were talking about learning with their master, a sudden voice came from outside the courtyard.

Hearing this sound, Ye Xiu and the three people in the small courtyard changed slightly.

"This person's strength is not weak!" Sensing the sudden extra breath outside the small courtyard, Ye Xiu's face couldn't help but change slightly. The strength of the visitor actually reached the cultivation in the later stage of Xuanjie. Such strength is not weak even in Hongmen. You should know that Fan Lao is the only one martial artist on the surface of the surface of Hongmen.

"Fan Qing, why don't you introduce me to the guests?" A sneer came into the courtyard, and the next moment, a middle-aged man in his forties walked into the courtyard.

"Hong Kui!" Fan Qing's face darkened.

Hong Kui, the son of the two elders of Hongmen, has only one level warrior in Hongmen. In fact, Hong Kui's father is also a level warrior. Although his strength is not as strong as Fan Lao, he also has a strong force in Hongmen. Originally, Hong Kui was very promising to become the leader of Hongmen, but Fan Lao strongly recommended Fan Qing. In addition, Fan Qing's strength was stronger than Hong Kui. In the end, the position of Hong Kui leader fell on Fan Qing. However, even if Fan Qing became the head of Hongmen, Hong Kui still didn't buy Fan Qing's account much. Even after Fan Qing became the head of Hongmen, there was a rebellion in Hongmen, and there was the shadow of the Hong family behind it.

"Hong Kui, it seems that I don't need to explain to you who I invited!" Fan Qing's face is difficult to see the extreme.

In Hongmen, Fan Qing still tolerates Hong Kui. After all, Fan Qing is only Fan Lao's adopted son. Although the older generation of Hongmen made him the head of Hongmen, the Hong family has a long history in Hongmen, and everyone is extremely polite to the Hong family. Fan Qing didn't want to attract the dissatisfaction of the old man Hongmen because of Hong Kui. Unexpectedly, Hong Kui actually took an inch. Now he even took care of anyone he invited.