The man on the donkey looked helpless, "Xiao Hui, Xiao Hui, can you go quickly? At worst, I will go back and eat two more kilograms of beans for you."

The donkey screamed twice, and still took a slow step. Occasionally, he saw something by the side of the road, and would come over to smell it, eat two handfuls of grass, etc.

The man had no choice but to let it carry him and move forward slowly.

Dugu Fang saw him very far away, and his expression immediately became solemn. The elders beside him also knew the identity of the man, and took a step back and bowed down.

And the disciples of the Dugu family and the men in the world in the distance did not know the men on the donkey.

But they recognized the knife.

When the person is tall and the hilt is long, even if a tall man with a burly figure is held with both hands, he will have to make a little more.

The knife is called Qiye, and his master is also called Qiye.

The Tiandao Song Qiye has been in the martial arts world for twenty years. His only defeat was when he fought Shangguan Wudi, and he was defeated by half a move by the world's number one sword.

Jianghu recognizes Song Qiye's status, and all good knives regard him as a must-have target.

Heifeng stood up excitedly and wanted to go to the elder of the Dugu family.

Duguyuan next to him grabbed him, "Are you looking for death?"

Heifeng suddenly woke up, breathing a sigh of relief in fear, remembering Song Qiye's quirk.

He is very friendly to many creatures, but he has no patience to others. It would be fine if you don’t provoke them. Anyone who provokes, even if a word is wrong, will die immediately on the spot, without exception.

Looking at Dugu Fang and others again, the more they were, the less anxious they were. It was not until Song Qiye approached that he respectfully said: "Brother Song, I'm going to trouble you this time."

"I used to owe your family favors, and this time I happened to pay it back." Song Qiye carefully controlled the donkey and snorted coldly: "You guy is a ghost spirit. After this time, I have no relationship with your Dugu family."

Dugu Fang nodded and said sideways: "Please!"

Song Qiye jumped off the donkey, and an elder wanted to go over and help hold it, but a sword light slashed over, almost breaking him out of the middle.

"I don't like others touching my friends, and next time, I'll die!"

Song Qiye's expression was cold. Although the elder tried his best to avoid it, his arm was still cut off and was lying halfway on the ground.

Dugu Fang waved his hand and the energy broke out, killing him. Then he turned around and said to Song Qiye: "I am not disciplined, please forgive me, Brother Song."

"You kid are so old, you are so killing!"

Song Qiye's face regained a smile and pointed at him with his finger, "Do you know if you want to cultivate yourself?"

Dugu Fang smiled and said, "Learn from Brother Song."

The two walked towards the camp one by one.

The remaining elders looked at each other, and looked at the bodies of their decades-old friends on the ground, and couldn't help but feel sad.

They knew that Song Qiye was the key to this matter, and they also knew that if the Dugu family wanted to go to a higher level, the necessary sacrifices were definitely inevitable.

But because I wanted to lead a beast, I lost my life and felt a little sad and angry.

After suppressing all kinds of emotions, one of them wanted to carry the corpse on the ground, but was pulled by someone else.

"You want to die too?"

He pointed with his chin, and the next moment, everyone saw golden light coming out of the corpse's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, which was the same as the sword light emitted by Song Qiye before.

With a bang, the body exploded directly, and everyone was caught off guard, but fortunately, his martial arts skills were not weak, so he avoided them.

"What a cruel method, it is worthy of being the magic sword Song Qiye."

"Oh, let's say a few words. Didn't you see the head of the family laughing?"

"I just hope that we can succeed this time, otherwise we will die in vain if we die."

In addition to making significant contributions to the family, one has another rigid requirement, which is that it must reach the second grade.

However, in front of Song Qiye and Dugu, their realm was so immature and ridiculous.

...

In late August and early September, people with tiger sunbathing in autumn are drowsy.

Since Wang Conghua stood up for her that time, she has put aside her guard and is particularly intimate with him.

He still cleans the room and organizes things every day, but he is particularly serious when he comes to Wang Yu.

Chen Dachui and Ji Yushang also live here. Shitou occasionally brings some wine to him and wants to have a few drinks with them, but Wang Yu doesn't like this person very much, so he doesn't pay much attention to it.

However, Jiang Yun didn't mind very much. The two of them often drank in the dark. A few days later, he secretly came to Wang Yu and said that there was something to discuss.

"That stone, I don't look like a good person."

Jiang Yun poured two glasses of wine, drank it in one sip, and pushed the remaining one in front of Wang Yu.

"Oh? Then you still fight him so hotly?"

Wang Yu took a sip and did not serve the food, so he was a little unhappy.

Jiang Yun laughed and said, "You don't know this. I'm drinking nonsense when I see people at the table, but he still looks cold."

"Then this is just a proof that others are better than you. How can you tell that he is not a good person?" Wang Yu said curiously.

Jiang Yun shook his finger and said, "You don't know this. He is actually more drunk than me. I can see it from his eyes."

After a pause, he continued, "Think about it, what kind of person will subconsciously restrain himself in this situation? The deep contempt in his heart is unimaginable."

"Yeah, it's reasonable!" Wang Yu gave a thumbs up and nodded at him, but his face looked indifferent.

Jiang Yun said strangely: "Aren't you afraid that he will plot against you?"

"Maybe he did, but now I figured it out." Wang Yu replied to the question: "What really determines everything is not how much reason you have, but how hard your fists are. I will not rely on the strength I have, because that is boring."

He picked up the wine glass and stood up, "How many warriors in the world are there? There are countless people using swords, swords, fists, and legs. And with sharp weapons and murderous intentions, how many people can I take care of this world?"

"What should I do? Follow the rules and look at everything coldly?" Jiang Yun took another drink and asked softly.

Wang Yu shook his head, "No, if I don't use this punch and sword, I will have to let the warriors all over the world have only one thought in their minds, that is, the sky is above."

"I want to be the Lord above their heads, so that those who do evil will know that good and evil will be rewarded, and that good people will be harmed, can have a place to seek justice."

"Whether it is the temple or the world, wherever my sword energy goes, it is justification!"

Jiang Yun stopped his hand, shocked by Wang Yu's words, but then he said curiously: "You said it yourself, you can't control it. Moreover, how do you judge who is good and who is evil?"

Wang Yu smiled gently, "So I will set the test, you will know when the time comes. It will not be easy to get me to take action."
Chapter completed!