"Auntie, your son Xiaoyong is here to see you!"

Zhiyuan held the horse in his hand and held the knife in his hand, stood in front of Hua Jiao, and asked in a low voice.

The wind was cold and at this moment, except for the sound of the wind, there was no response in the sedan chair.

Zhiyuan frowned and glanced at the anxious crowd around him. He knew that there was not much time.

He has heard of how cruel these people are.

Just now, he took the initiative and took the knife to kill them off guard. He cut off the horse's head and could still shock them for the time being, but after a long time, they would rush over like a pack of wolves, swallowing their two brothers and not even leaving their bones.

Qiyan Bridge, Boben Dan Mountain, is famous for being unlucky, so he dare not delay it!

After all, he is just a child, and one knife is not enough to scare these people.

"Xiaoyong, come down!" Zhiyuan glanced at Zheng Yong on the horse's back and whispered, "It's her business whether she recognizes you or not! You have done what you should do!"

"Yeah!" Zheng Yong jumped down and walked towards the sedan chair tremblingly.

At this moment, the crowd was eager to try, and almost everyone, carrying a shoulder pole, took a step forward.

"Who dares to move!" Zhiyuan looked coldly at the face of his eyebrows, protecting Zheng Yong behind him, pointing his long sword straight at the white horse's head, "This is the model. Whoever wants to die, come just!"

"Xiaoyong, what do you have to say? Even if you say to your mother, I'm here!" Zhiyuan shouted.

With Zhiyuan's loud shout, everyone glanced at the long sword in his hand, then looked at the white horse separated from the beginning and end, stopped and hesitated.

"Mom!" Zheng Yong's face was filled with tears, his hands trembled, and lifted the curtain of the flower sedan chair.

A beautiful face appeared in the sedan chair.

"Mom!" Zheng Yong shouted softly.

He finally saw his mother, this is the mother he had been thinking about day and night, this is the mother he had been wandering and had been looking for for a year, and he really saw her.

She has not changed.

In addition to cutting off her long hair, she is now in a dress with silver and beautiful appearance.

"Mom!" Zheng Yong wanted to move forward, but he wanted to throw himself into his mother's arms and burst into tears. He had been looking for her for a long time.

However, he kept shouting that the charming and charming woman in front of him was still indifferent and did not respond.

"Mom, I am Xiaoyong, your son! Why don't you talk?" Zheng Yong cried and stretched out his hand forward.

However, the next moment, the motionless woman stretched out her slender hand and blocked Zheng Yong's hand.

"Where did you come from the wild child? You recognized the wrong person. I am not your mother!"

The woman finally spoke, and the cold voice immediately pushed Zheng Yong's surging heart into the bottom.

"So... I'm a wild child!" Zheng Yong's face turned pale in an instant, and he staggered back.

Just at this moment, my hands that were always warm and powerful, held his back.

"You have me, brother!" Zhiyuan came to Zheng Yong's side and said in a deep voice.

"You are very beautiful, but your heart is too cold!" Zhiyuan stared at the woman in the sedan chair and said, "He is not here to join you, nor will he delay your beautiful marriage. Is it that difficult to call him son? You are not worthy of being a mother at all!"

When the woman heard this, she bit her lower lip lightly and said nothing.

"Brother Yuan, stop talking!" Zheng Yong wiped away his tears and said with a slutty smile, "I recognized the wrong person!"

"Xiao Yong!" Zhiyuan glared!

"Brother Yuan, I really admit my mistake!" Zheng Yong glanced at the woman in the sedan chair, "She is not my mother! Brother Yuan, take me away, I want to go home!"

"Okay! Let's go home!" Zhiyuan glanced at the charming woman deeply and helped Zheng Yong onto the horse's back.

"Want to leave?" At this moment, a sneer came. This was the young man who had just been knocked down by Zhiyuan. "You blocked my way to pick up my bride, chopped my horse, talked nonsense to my bride, and just left like that?"

"What do you want?" Zhiyuan said coldly.

"how?"

The young man's face was distorted, "Two little things, knelt down and kowtow to me immediately to admit my mistake. I'm angry and let you go!"

"In my life, I will not kneel down, not kneel down, only my parents and elders! Who are you? I want me to kneel down?" Zhiyuan stood with his sword, raised his head and chest, not afraid or fear.

"Very good!" The young man gritted his teeth and waved his hand, "Give me a stick to death!"

"No!" A panicked voice came, and the woman in the sedan chair suddenly ran out, spread her hands, and protected Zhiyuan and Zheng Yong behind her, "They are just children, you let them go!"

"Xiaoqing! Miao Qingqing!" The young man's face suddenly became extremely ugly, "This evil seed is indeed your son. I believe in you so much, I feel sorry for you!"

"No! He is not my son!" the woman said, and suddenly cried, "They are just children, you can let them go!"

"Don't worry! Your son, I won't touch him!"

The young man said in a cold voice, pointing at Zhiyuan, "But that bastard, he must kneel down and apologize!"

"Why are you still standing there? Just hit me? What are you afraid of if you are afraid of him?" the young man shouted.

As soon as the young man finished speaking, the crowd around him rushed towards Zhiyuan like a tide.

"Even if you die, you will still take some cushions!"

Zhiyuan raised his long sword and fought bloody battles, and it was about to break out.

"Bang!" At this moment, a gunshot cut through the sky.

Everyone stopped and looked in the direction of the gunshot.

It was a man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, powerful and tall, walking out of a small car.

Next to him was a charming woman with a clever smile and holding his arm. Behind him were two young men, holding a saber in their hands and following closely.

"Who said he was a bastard? Who asked him to kneel down and apologize? Who wanted to beat him to death?"

The man shouted loudly, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring. His voice shook the mountains and he stepped onto the Qikong Bridge.

Everyone's face suddenly changed.

"Wu...Wu Banglong!" an old man said tremblingly.

"What?" The young man with red flowers softened and collapsed to the ground when he heard the sound.

"He is Wu Banglong, Ancheng Yiba, Wu Banglong..." The crowd started to disturb. Seeing the domineering man slowly coming, everyone couldn't help but retreat and took the initiative to make way.

Suddenly, the domineering man accelerated his pace, like a gust of wind, flashing to the limp young man on the ground.

He looked down at him and condescendingly.

"Did you say he is a bastard?" The man lifted the young man up and slapped him in the mouth.

Suddenly, blood splattered and a tooth spurted out of the young man's mouth.

"You asked him to kneel down and apologize?" the man said, slapped him again.

"It's you, you want to beat him to death?" The man shouted, and his hand suddenly pinched the young man's throat.

"Bang!" The young man's body hit the ground.

Suddenly, dust rose everywhere.

The young man was smashed to death. Before he could react, a huge black shadow covered most of his face. Before he lost consciousness, he realized that it was a foot.

"Bang!" The young man was kicked away and lay on the ground, not knowing his life or death.

At this moment, no one dared to come forward.

"A bunch of dogs, how can you move my son?" Wu Banglong glanced around coldly, and finally his eyes fell on Zhiyuan.

"A bastard, I told you to study hard, but you are so successful. Even my sword dares to play with it!" Wu Banglong came to Zhiyuan, slapped Zhiyuan in the face, and then took Zhiyuan's sword into his hand.

Zhiyuan said nothing, and silently walked around Zheng Yong: "If you have anything, just say it!"

"It's gone!" Zheng Yong came to his senses from the shock, shook his head, looked at Miao Qingqing, and said sadly, "I originally wanted to ask her why she abandoned me. Now, I know without asking me! Brother Yuan, let's go home!"

"Okay!" Zhiyuan didn't even look at Wu Banglong, jumped up, jumped onto the back of the horse, and left.

...

"Bastard, it's been three years, and I'm still unwilling to talk to me!" Wu Banglong gritted his teeth.

"Son, mom, I'm sorry for you, you have to be fine!" Miao Qingqing looked at Zheng Yong's back, gradually disappeared into a mountain, and whispered in a low voice.

"Tell me! How to solve this problem!" Wu Banglong looked around, "Today, if there is no explanation, I will flatten your shoulder pole mountain!"

"Brother Long, it's easy to say! It's easy to say! Or, go to the village to sit?" An old man walked up and said with a smile.

"Okay! I haven't been here for half a year, so it's better to go and sit there! Otherwise, some people have forgotten who I, Wu Banglong, are!"

Wu Banglong waved his hand and walked into the village.

...

"Brother Yuan, that person is..." Zheng Yong asked carefully in a forest.

"Who else can it be?" Zhiyuan said indifferently, "My deceased old man!"

"Then...will he..." Zheng Yong's voice was low and his eyes were dodging.

"Don't worry!" Zhiyuan patted Zheng Yong on the shoulder, "He rarely cared about my affairs. He was more than one person at home to take care of his grandmother. He was so happy that he was too late to drive you away!"
To be continued...