C17 Killing(part Ii)

"F * ck, give me your life." After being wounded, the burly man suddenly became angry. He raised his iron hammer and recklessly swung it. It was because of his extreme emotion that this attack had no effect. He was just playing some rough tricks.

The iron fan in her hand was spinning around in an extremely agile and agile manner. The iron fan was like countless invisible daggers as it drew sounds in the air, and the fan was even surrounded by Yan Wenqing's body as he desperately tried to dodge, as such a weapon could easily take the life of his opponent at any time.

Just at that moment, the iron fan flew past Yan Wenqing's waist, and a long slit appeared on his clothes. His skin also had a shallow, red line cut, but no blood came out. Yan Wenqing was also alarmed at the woman in front of him who was waving her fan in a flirtatious manner.

On the other side, even though the three people had won one battle rule, the winner still had a clear advantage. His martial arts skills were indeed as superb as they had expected. The three of them surrounded him, but no one could easily injure him. The treasured sword in his hand was like the left and right arms of his body.

Seeing how old this old man was, he started spinning in the air like a spring swallow, lightly turning around and around freely. As a result, Liu Feng, who was still standing by the side, smiled until her face turned stiff, this old man's martial arts was truly amazing, this way she wouldn't have the upper hand in a one-on-one fight. Just as he was meditating, he heard Li Yu fall to the ground beside Liu Feng. His sword was still vibrating beside him, making sounds. Li Yu hugged his chest in pain, blood seeping out from between his fingers.

Liu Feng quickly took the sword in her subordinate's hand and leapt out to deal with the battle with Huang Yiping and Huo Shitong, who were still calmly facing the battle. Such a large number of people did not pose any threat to him at all.

Inside the house, the old granny was as anxious as an ant beside a hot pot. Sometimes she would sit down and circle around the room, sometimes she would peek outside into the darkness, listening to every sound and hearing if there was anything she was familiar with. Occasionally, she would kneel down to worship a portrait on the wall, her hands clenched tightly in front of her chest as she prayed for greatness. Her wrinkled face dripped with tears. "Qing`er, Qing`er, why do you have such a bitter life? Don't tell me you can't take us at this time!"

The rest of the sounds in the forest had already died down. The sounds of swords and sabers clashing together filled the entire darkness. The endless smell of blood began to spread. The previously warm roof was now filled with the blood of destiny. Just as everyone was fighting with all their might, a tender voice came from the other end of the roof. "Brother Wen Qing, Brother Wen Qing." Looking over there, the one under the eaves was Xiao Lan, she stood there with a face full of panic, coming over didn't mean she was leaving yet, looking at Yan Wenqing and Guan Ying desperately fighting with their lives on the line, her heart was both anxious and afraid, when Yan Wenqing heard Xiao Lan's call, she forced the two to open the door.

Although he was young, his martial arts skills were extraordinary. In these few years, he had wholeheartedly followed the rules and learned martial arts just so that he could not be bullied anymore. With good martial arts, he could protect his grandma and let his parents feel at ease in heaven. Ye Zichen had also taught him his skills meticulously, and taught this proud disciple all of his martial arts. If he passed on this martial arts technique, his master would be able to rest in peace.

Yan Wenqing did his best to push the sturdy man and Liu Si Niang away before running to Xiao Lan's side, "Why did you come up the mountain? This place is very dangerous." After saying that, he pulled Xiaolan's hand and ran towards the house.

"During the day, my mother saw a group of people pass by the village and said that they were robbers. She told me to go up the mountain in the dark to avoid being bullied by the bandits. Who knows …" Xiao Lan was so frightened that she started to cry, her hands shaking non-stop. When the grandma saw Yan Wenqing enter the room, she hurriedly hugged him and asked if he was hurt. Tears flowed down his face and his palms were covered in sweat.

"Grandma, don't be afraid, I'm not hurt."

At this moment, Ye Rong also retreated into the room, and those who closed the door didn't dare to barge in. He saw that Guan Yue's left hand was tightly protecting his waist, and blood was slowly flowing out. Yan Wenqing hurried over and asked, "Master."

"I'm fine." The old man understood that with this calamity coming, as long as he didn't panic, they wouldn't act rashly. He placed his sword on the table, walked up to the portrait that his mother-in-law had just made, and greeted her with a bow. Lifting up the portrait, he saw that there was a square hole on the wall behind it. He took out a square box from inside, turned around and walked towards Yan Wenqing, "Qing`er, this was given to me by your grandteacher back then." He carefully opened the box. Inside was a folding fan, carefully examining it. It was carved from ancient incense wood. "Now I hand it over to you."

Yan Wenqing silently stared at it, kneeling down and taking the box from his Master, "Master, I will definitely keep it safe."

"Yes." "Qing`er, hurry up and bring Miss Xiaolan and old madam to leave. It'll be fine as long as there's a master here."

"No, master, let's leave together."

"I'm afraid these robbers will not let go so easily. Even if we leave, they will catch up to us. The madame's legs are not fast enough, so we'll easily catch up. You guys leave first, I'll catch up."

"All of you can leave. As an old lady, I'm useless now, and I've already lived enough. Don't drag you all down with me and lose your lives." The old granny's rough hands caressed Yan Wenqing's face, "Qing`er, take Xiaolan and go with Master. Grandmother will help you drag this group of bandits. Let's see what they can do with my old bones."

"Grandma, don't say that. No matter what you say, I won't let you stay." The old man was his only family, and seeing his family members all leaving him one by one, Yan Wenqing was scared. He was afraid that if he lost all his family members, he would leave himself alone in this world, and he would have had enough of the days where he lost his family members. Xiao Lan, hurry up and bring Grandma down the mountain. " As he spoke, he placed the box in Xiao Lan's hand.

"Brother Wen Qing." Xiao Lan hesitated.

"Hurry up and leave, don't dawdle any longer, those people will come in at any time." I will stay here with Master. " After saying so, she took the grandma's hand and said, "Grandmother, let's go quickly. I'll catch up immediately." Then he pushed Xiaolan. "Let's go to the back of the mountain."

"Qing`er, Qing`er." The old granny was already sobbing. Her tears tightly held onto Yan Wenqing's hand, unwilling to leave. This grandson of hers was the only one she could entrust her life to in this world. She would rather lay down her life than risk it for him.

"Grandma, go ahead. I'll be right behind you."

"Grandmother, let's go." Little Lan supported the old granny's reluctant body as they walked towards the back door. "Brother Wen Qing, you have to hurry and catch up."

"Go." He picked up the sword from the table, tears streaming down his aged face. Pang Zi slid down.