super god ancestor

Chapter 80

"I still feel like I'm the wind."

Li Jingji was silent for a long time after listening, and then spoke.

He is a very stubborn person.

I always thought that I could go to the top of the rivers and lakes and see all the mountains and small things at a glance.

Growing up listening to his father's martial arts stories, he always believed that he could be like the protagonist in the story, and be proud of the world.

"Young people, it's normal for everyone to feel that they are shining."

Zhang Sanren shook his head with a smile, and had no intention of persuading him.

It is not a bad thing to have such impulsive young people who are full of hope for the future.

Old guys like them, who are deeply twilight, have been taught little by little by the world to be afraid.

Some things, if you don't experience it yourself, you won't understand.

The two sat by the side of the campfire, silent for a long time.

"You came out with me this time to seek revenge?"

Li Jingji hesitated for a long time, but still asked.

According to what Zhang Sanren said, he has given up revenge.

I just want my wife and children to live on the hot kang, and worry about little things like firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea in Aoyun Town.

But now, he left his wife and children behind, and followed him out of the rivers and lakes again.

If he didn't want revenge, he couldn't find any other reason.

"Originally, I did lose my mind, but in the restaurant, seeing you as a hot-blooded boy, I will inevitably feel a little impulsive.

When I dream at night, I often think of these past events.

Thinking of my father back then, silently writing family martial arts and enjoining me to avenge the family.

Even dreaming at night, I can't sleep peacefully, and my father's dying words are always in my ears. "

Zhang Sanren spread out his hands, and while roasting the bonfire, he smiled wryly.

Some things say let go, how can you let go so easily?
"But you are useless in martial arts, how can you take revenge?"

Li Jingji frowned slightly, a little worried.

Zhang San endured 20 years of hard work and failed to take revenge. Now he is a useless person. If he seeks revenge, it is no different from seeking death.

"Don't worry, I haven't lived enough yet, I won't seek death."

He obviously saw Li Jingji's worry, and said indifferently: "I cherish my life, and I can see the reality clearly."

"I came out this time just to take a look."

Although it is impossible to take revenge, this revenge must be remembered.

Zhang Sanren was worried that these days, living too comfortably, would make him forget the bloody feud of his family.

The whole family was slaughtered, this is a great revenge.

Even if you are unable to take revenge, at least you have to keep it in mind.

Otherwise, so many people in the family would have died in vain.

Although, it is useless to remember.

But all he can do is remember.

"Just to have a look?"

Li Jingji was skeptical.

"Nonsense, would a naughty person like Lao Tzu do something that would send him to death?"

Zhang Sanren laughed and cursed, untied the wine gourd, held it to his mouth, and took another sip.

The strong wine was like his throat, and he swallowed it with a feeling of depression.

Right.

Zhang Sanren, who is so cowardly and life-saving, thick-skinned, and loves to take advantage, really doesn't look like someone who is going to die.

Seeing him drinking alone, Li Jingji snatched the wine gourd and drank a few sips too.

The two drank for a while, and the stamina quickly picked up.

Zhang Sanren drank too much and fell asleep lying on the hay, snoring like thunder.

Li Jingji patted him on the shoulder, and said to himself: "No matter what, you are the first friend I met in all my travels."

"In the future. If I can become the wind and climb to the top of the rivers and lakes, I will avenge your family's hatred for you."

Zhang Sanren was already fast asleep, so naturally he couldn't hear it.

But Li Jingji didn't need him to hear this kind of promise, he just remembered it in his heart.

There was no sound, the night was as black as ink, and there was no movement inside or outside the ruined temple.

Zhang Sanren had already fallen asleep, and Li Jingji didn't want to continue the night watch, so he lay down on the brick floor covered with hay on the other side, sleeping and resting.

The two slept peacefully in the ruined temple, but the dense forest on the outskirts of Nanqing County was not peaceful.

The night is dark and windy, and the forest should be quiet.

But at this moment, there was a lot of fighting.

A man in his thirties, wearing a black robe, was covered in wounds and blood.

And beside him was a woman who was about the same age as him.

Also dressed in a black robe, the woman was not seriously injured, but slightly worse than the man, so she was the one supporting the man.

On the ground, lay more than [-] corpses dressed in blood.

"Run!"

The two killed the pursuers and fled for a while.

The man finally died. He fell into the mud, bleeding from his orifices, and could no longer run.

Trembling, he groped from his bosom with all his strength, and took out a small seal made of blood-colored jade.

"Lady, I can't do it anymore, you take the holy object and run!"

"You must escape, and you must not be found by the people of the Holy Gate.

The kindness that the sect master has treated us is as great as a mountain, and this Youquan seal must never fall into the hands of Mo Qingyu."

"My husband."

The woman was half kneeling on the ground, with unspeakable grief on her face.

But soon, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, leaving only a look of determination on her face.

After receiving this jade seal, she turned around and left, leaving her husband in the wilderness without looking back.

She joined the Holy Gate at the age of 13, and she survived in this eerie hell. She has seen too much life and death, and knows that grief is useless at this time.

Not long after the woman fled, someone chased her.

They saw the man's body and confirmed that he was dead, so they searched for a while.

"Have you found the sacred object of our sect, the Youquan Seal?"

The lead pursuer was an old woman with a stooped figure. When she spoke, her voice was low and deep, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"I did not find the Youquan seal on the body of the palace master Pang Hufa."

The blood-clothed man in charge of the search knelt in front of the old woman and reported.

"No?"

There was a chill on the old woman's wrinkled face: "It must have been taken away by that bitch Wei Yu!"

"Follow it to the end, we must not let that bitch escape!
The master of Mo sect attaches great importance to sacred objects, if there is a mistake in this matter, you will all die! "

Leaning on an iron crutch, she slammed the ground hard.

A group of blood-clothed people quickly took orders and continued to chase and kill.

Under the night, among the ridges.

Wei Yu's figure quickly passed through the dense forest and grassland, with a flustered expression.

Her injuries were severe.

The blood was about to run dry.

The soles of the feet were already bloody.

Drowsiness and piercing pain came in waves.

But she didn't stop, she was still running.

Wei Yu is very clear, with the hard heart of the Holy Gate.

For serious crimes such as betraying the Holy Gate and stealing holy objects, you must suffer all kinds of tortures and die.

Her husband Pang Qianshan died because of this.

If caught, all these sacrifices are meaningless.

The rain was getting heavier, and the sound of piercing through the forest and beating leaves became an excellent cover.

Wei Yu's figure kept moving back and forth, and the sound and footprints left behind were all covered by the sound of rain.

"Tread, step, step."

Staggering all the way, he got rid of the pursuers.

Wei Yu's face was pale, and he had no more strength, and finally saw a ruined temple in front of him.

"Cough cough."

Holding on to the ridge of the door, she managed to walk into the ruined temple, leaving a long bloodstain behind her.

Although she had reached the entrance of the temple, she fell on the threshold and had no strength left to climb in.

"Who?"

Li Jingji, who was still resting, heard the sound and suddenly turned over, holding the Qingming sword tightly in his hand.

Although he drank some spirits, he was not very drunk, and even when he fell asleep, he kept his mind on vigil.

Now that there is movement, I am immediately startled.

(End of this chapter)