C3 Chou Zheng

"Do you want me to act tyrannically with you, bully the people, and rob the people's grain?! To stir up the villagers, to let them scatter and do such heinous things, you will definitely be sent away by the heavens. "

When the youth spoke, he was extremely indignant and indignant.

Then he raised the stick in his hand and swung it at the bandit who held the girl, and the Boss swung his broadsword to block the stick, and the broadsword followed the stick and pushed against the boy, who jumped back quickly.

Countless rays of light were sliced apart by the broadsword.

The bandits defaulted, and the villagers' hopes were once again smashed to smithereens.

The youth could no longer resist as the wooden stick in his hand was cut in half. The youth was forced to retreat to the wall of the house as the leader's blade fiercely rested on the youth's neck.

"I told you not to drink the forfeit, you're still too young to fight me."

The leader's fierce voice stung the teenager, and the coarse stubble of his beard set off a murderous aura.

The youth's body was slightly trembling, his fists slowly clenching.

But he didn't have the ability to fight back anymore.

One of the bandits came up to the boy and held him down.

The Boss walked in front of the girl with a sinister smile, used his fingers to support her chin and said in a sinister tone, "He doesn't want you or me, bring him to the village and make me a wife, a cute beauty." "Haha …"

The village grew dark again, and the villagers' breathing became heavy again, the creases of light gnawed at by the darkness.

No matter how hard she fought, it was difficult for her to escape. The incomparably sturdy straw was broken, and the girl's eyes were filled with endless despair. The entire world seemed like it was going to crack and crack at any moment.

"Ahhh!" Suddenly, at that moment, when all the villagers were in despair, the bandits used their sabers to suppress the teenager.

It was actually a wooden pole that had shot out from an unknown place and knocked down the bandit. Its speed was as fast as the speed of arrows shot out from a bow.

While everyone was still in shock, a white-haired, white-browed old man descended from the hillside. His gray linen clothes were tied around his body, and he looked especially thin and small, but his gait was not as agile as that of an old man of his age. The contours of his bony face were clearly defined, his lips were dry and waxy, but his eyes were sharp and deep.

He scanned the startled bandits and villagers with his vulture-sharp eyes, then turned his gaze to the boy leaning against the wall.

The youth's originally angry eyes immediately became kind and downcast when he saw the white-haired old man. The youth slowly walked to the old man's side and called out, "Master."

The old man didn't answer, but took off the bamboo basket from his back and placed it in the young man's hand.

Boss came to his senses in the scene just now, carefully sizing up the old man, "What! If this little one can't kill this old one, then this old one will come out.

There was a hint of fear in his tone. He could tell from the wooden stick that the old man in front of him was not ordinary and his martial arts must be on top of him.

At the sound of the chief's scorn for the old man, the bandits burst into laughter, and the old man's stern expression stiffened on their faces.

The boss waved the big blade in his hand and shouted, "This grandpa and my brothers have seen the light today, whoever blocks our path to wealth will die, and I will die, and …" Meet... "When I see an ant, I trample it to death."

"Let that girl go, and leave me with something you shouldn't have taken away with you."

The old man stroked his white beard, his tone slow and steady. His eyes exuded a sense of majesty as well as a sense of coercion.

"Are you bluffing?" I am also someone who has eaten a hundred sets of food. Brothers, repair this old man and let him speak so arrogantly. "

A few bandits rushed up with knives in their hands.

"Bastard! How could the world allow you arrogant people!?"

The old man saw a few big sabers coming at him, so he suddenly moved his thin and small body, shuttling back and forth between them, barehanded, each move like a shadow, his hair like a thread.

After a few moves, the group of martial artists fell to the ground with empty hands. It turned out that their sabers had been stolen by the old man.

Seeing his brothers clutching their faces and falling to the ground in agony, the Chief angrily raised his sword and stabbed at the old man. The sound of the iron rings on the blade vibrating in the air could tell that he had used all his strength.

"Qing`er."

The old man tossed the knife in his hand to the guilty teenager beside him.

The youth easily and steadily received the knife thrown over by his master, and still silently stood there).

The old man's body nimbly and nimbly spun around the Boss like a butterfly. The speed at which he moved only left behind blurry ribbons in his eyes.

In their despair, they once again saw countless rays of light erupt out, illuminating all the gloomy hearts.

The old man's body, as light as a cicada's wing, came to a halt. No one knew what he had done in that instant, because no one could see his movements clearly.

The Boss was in a state where his soul had been extracted from his body. His face was covered in fear. The saber in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. His body slowly fell.

The old man clasped his hands behind his back and shouted at the bandit, "Scram!"

The bandit dragged his injured body and fled in panic.

This sound completely tore apart the dark and gloomy Bao Luo. His happiness once again blossomed on their faces. This time, he had truly saved them.

The frightened mother and daughter hugged each other tightly and sobbed.

After crying for a while, they came back to their senses and supported each other as they walked over to the old man and the young man. Kneeling down to thank them for saving their lives, the old man quickly helped the mother and daughter both up and said, "I don't dare.

He then turned to the villagers and said, "Your disciples were ignorant and had caused all of you to feel fear. Now that the bandits have been chased away, I hope they will not dare to cause trouble again. You can all go home. "

The villagers all saluted and left.

The old man said to the youth, "Qing`er, let's go back."

The youth still wordlessly picked up the bamboo basket on the ground and followed the old man towards his destination, leaving a field of bright light behind him.