"You are not in very good shape now."

Li Changming took back the long sword inserted in the tree in the distance and returned it to Wang Yi, who was covered in blood. Wang Yi smiled bitterly, took the long sword and put it next to him.

"It's not very good, all cultivation is gone."

Li Changming cleaned up the scene and said nothing. There were some things that he didn't need to comfort him, and there was nothing to comfort him. He was a man from the world and had experienced many times in life and death.

Wang Si walked out of the bamboo box, came to his master, and asked in a low voice: "Master, are you going to die? Don't die. If you die, leave all your treasures to me first. This sword is good, and this sword is good. Master, do you have any inherited treasures from our master? Give me all of them."

Wang Yi slapped Wang Si directly on the head. At such a young age, he was looking forward to his death. Such an apprentice would not be able to do so!

Wang Si subconsciously shrank his body, laughed, ran to the side of the people killed by Wang Yi, and began to touch them. He had a skillful movement and skillful technique, and was a veteran.

It’s just a pity that Wang Yi didn’t see it. After Wang Yi beat Wang Si, he lay on the ground. Wang Yi had no reason to do so. He felt very relaxed, a kind of indescribable pleasure, as if some shackles disappeared from him.

Li Changming walked to the carriage, looked at the trembling and hiding in the corner, frowned slightly, found a piece of clothing from the carriage, threw it on Mrs. Pan, and then cut off everything on the carriage, leaving only a wooden board of the carriage, making a carriage.

Li Changming put the reins of the cart around his waist and pulled them to Wang Yi's vicinity. It turned out that Li Changming did these to be able to take Wang Yi away.

"Although I don't know how you scattered your power, it should have a lot to do with the battle on Lingjiang."

"Well, but now I am a useless person."

Li Changming found two pots of wine from Wang Yi's bamboo box, opened a pot of wine, and gently sprinkled it on Wang Yi's wound. The wine flowed through Wang Yi's body, but more of it was in Wang Yi's heart.

Without cultivation, then taking revenge is a delusion. Want to take revenge by using strategies? Wang Yi could wait until that time, but the soldiers who died in battle could not wait.

Li Changming handed the remaining wine to Wang Yi, and he opened a new pot of wine. The wooden sword on his waist was placed on the cart. "Isn't it that a useless person? Isn't your sword still there?"

Wang Yi smiled bitterly, "What's the use? Without the support of Xinghui, I can't swing a sword."

Li Changming raised the wine pot and drank it with a mouthful of wine. The spicy smell filled his mouth and nose, and the cold air in his body dispelled a lot.

"Starlight? It's all old Huangsheng. Since Gu Kaizhi came back from Northern Qi 50 years ago, he proposed the theory of cultivating one's own body. No one has returned to practice the starlight that needs to be found by judging talent and the starlight that can only be obtained by relying on the star sea. They have all gone to practice internal energy."

Wang Yi nodded. Jia Xu had told him carefully about these things on Lingjiang, and left him with a secret book he had revised, but he didn't say anything about it.

"How do you divide the current realm? Is it the same as before?"

Li Changming carried Wang Yi to the cart. After being on the ground for a long time, it would be bad if he was infected with wind and cold.

"Gu Kaizhi said that since the practice methods have changed, the previous realms are not possible, so he proposed a new realm, roughly dividing all people in the world into three realms. Those who have just practiced martial arts are the third level. As long as these people practice martial arts, they can practice internal strength. When they reach the second level, they need to achieve internal strength to protect their bodies. Ordinary swords cannot harm their bodies.

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"At the first grade, Gu Kaizhi divided the first grade into four realms, Qingshan, Shinto, Grandmaster, Spring and Autumn, and the realm above remains unchanged, and he is still a saint."

Wang Yi nodded, as if he had understood these things, "What is your current state of mind?"

Li Changming smiled and said, "Guess?"

He looked very worthy of beating. Wang Yi swears that now he has no cultivation, otherwise he must beat Li Changming hard.

"Your senior brothers should be all first-class."

Li Changming called out Wang Si who was still looking for treasures from the dead man over there. Wang Si hurried over. After a while, he found many treasures. Li Changming looked at Wang Si who was returning home with a lot of things in his arms. He looked at the corpses in the distance, with bare bodies. The daggers around him were picked up by Wang Si, and he was almost taking their clothes back.

He is really a good person to clean the battlefield.

"Master, I picked up all the good things."

Wang Yi watched Wang Si put Dongdu on the carriage, then picked up the bamboo box he usually stayed at, climbed onto the carriage, and went to Wang Yi's side, and began to count his spoils.

Wang Yi was helpless and looked at Li Changming and signaled that he could leave. Li Changming understood what Wang Yi meant, so he walked to the corpses and began to deal with the corpses. He was a must-have technique when he was wandering around the world.

After a while, Li Changming pulled the cart, with Wang Yi and Wang Si sitting on it, and walked slowly.

On the snow, Miss Pan, whose father was killed, sat there motionlessly. It seemed that she was frightened by this sudden change, which led to her unconsciousness and a little dazed.

Mrs. Pan put on her clothes, and then she raised her hairpin from somewhere, and was about to stab her throat.

"If you want to die, should you care about your daughter? Now she is the only relative. If you want to die, at least you should keep her in a place where you can rest assured. It is not too late to settle down and die."

The hairpin in Mrs. Pan's hand had already been pressed against her throat. When she heard someone say this, Mrs. Pan's lost eyes returned to a trace of clarity. She turned her head to look at her daughter who was sitting on the snow, still in motion. She sobbed a few times. Finally, she released the pain. She picked up a piece of branch, supported her body, slowly walked to her daughter, hugged her daughter, put it in her arms, and said intermittently: "Daughter, we have a miserable life. Why do we meet these evil people? What..."

Miss Pan was still indifferent when she was hugged by her mother, but she only had a few drops of tears on her face. This scared Mrs. Pan. She hurriedly looked at Wang Yi and Li Changming who were passing by, and asked anxiously: "Two righteous men, what's wrong with my daughter? Just save my daughter, please."

Li Changming put down the cart and glanced at Wang Yi. Wang Yi said, "I don't have this ability. Why don't you beg the Taoist priest around me. He is from Taoism orthodox, so I think he is good at this kind of thing."

Li Changming grinned, why is this so sour?

When Mrs. Pan heard that Li Changming could save her daughter, she knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to Li Changming constantly, murmured: "Please, this Taoist priest, save my daughter, please."

This kneeling movement became a little bigger, and the clothes she had just put on slipped down again, revealing the white body inside, and the purple scars on it were still telling the atrocities she had just suffered...

Li Changming hurriedly interrupted Mrs. Pan, "Okay, madam, I agree, there is no need to do so."

After saying that, Li Changming took out a quaint bell from his sleeve,

He put his fingers together with the middle fingers and recited the formula in his mouth. After a moment, the bell made a crisp sound, echoing in everyone's ears. Miss Pan, who was lost, became angry. Looking at the mother in front of him, Ms. Pan cried bitterly.

A young lady who was pampered in the past was always pampered. When did she see such a tragic situation? Her parents were killed and injured, and she was also injured. It would be a blessing to be able to reply with the help of Li Changming.

Wang Yi was lying on the cart, and the sword and embroidered sword beside him were packed up by Wang Si and placed in the bamboo box. Seeing Mrs. Pan and her daughter crying with their heads in their arms, she felt a little touched.

"You go quickly. Since these people can intercept you here, I think there should be followers nearby. Maybe they will find here in a while. As for Lord Pan's body, let it be here first. You go find a county government office and explain the situation. Someone will come to deal with this matter. Let's go quickly. This is not a place for long-term stay."

Mrs. Pan raised her head and took a formal look at Wang Yi, the life-savior. What Wang Yi said did indeed dispel Mrs. Pan's idea of ​​leaving here with her husband's body.

What Wang Yi said is the truth. If an official is ordered to die here, it will be difficult for those behind the scenes to suppress this matter. The death of an official is very important for the Ming Dynasty. It is impossible to ignore it.

Mrs. Pan reluctantly glanced at the body of Lord Pan, which was already flying with flesh and blood. There was attachment, reluctance, resentment, and most of it was missing.

This disaster could be borne by their family, especially Mrs. Pan, but it also changed the character of this woman who was usually weak.

"Where are you?" Mrs. Pan gently stroked her beloved daughter sobbing in her arms, looking at Wang Yi with gratitude.

"Madam, don't worry about me anymore. The mountains are high and the road is far away. There is always a place for the three of us to go."

After Wang Yi said that, he gave a look at Li Changming who was watching the show. Li Changming immediately understood what Wang Yi meant, put the reins on his body, smiled at Mrs. Pan, and then pulled the cart away.

"However, you and I go to the county town ahead with us, so you can take care of it on the road."

Li Changming pulled the cart and rejected Mrs. Pan's kindness, "Madam, we are all from the world. How inconvenient you are with us, but more so, you are in danger. After walking a few steps from here, you will have these horses as mounts. The lady takes her daughter and she can quickly arrive at the county town."

Wang Yi got up with difficulty, stabilized his body, and said in a low voice: "The person who chased you this time should not be simple. When you go back on this trip, you will meet people from the government on the road. You should act according to the opportunity to prevent collusion between officials and bandits. Although I don't know why your family has encountered an accident, it is also a secret."

"We are going north of this trip and can't return to Chang'an City. Otherwise, we can go to Jingzhao Mansion to help our wife avenge."

Mrs. Pan was stunned. Wang Yi looked even more miserable than her at this time. Her face was pale and her clothes were covered in blood. She needed others to support her when she sat on the cart. However, Wang Yi still cared about herself, which made Mrs. Pan, a woman who had just experienced the accident, feel warm in her eyes.

"Thank you, my husband. I am framed for the sake of the people. I will not tell you about the specific matters so as not to ask them for trouble with me. But can my husband tell me your name?"

Wang Yi smiled and waved his hand to say goodbye to Mrs. Pan.

Li Changming pulled the two away.

There are two ruts on the snow, and they go further and further.
Chapter completed!