These women hugged each other and cried.

The crying reached the yard. Several rooms that were still silent just now sounded, and sounded like a thunderous sound, through the room, one by one: "Take my blood."

Yue Yisong became impatient, rolled his eyes and took off the long whip between his waist, shook his wrist and rolled it away, and rolled the whip tips up and the baby lying on the bed.

Seeing that the begging was useless, the old woman stopped crying, pointed at Yue Yisong's nose, and cursed: "The ancestors of the merchants have spirits in heaven, so they must ask you, a beast, to get cramps and peel off the marrow! The sky is thundering!"

Yue Yisong smiled contemptuously and was about to reach out to pick up the baby, but the whip was gone, and the child actually floated up.

Everyone in the room was stunned. Yue Yisong frowned and the long whip went away again. The tip of the whip was about to roll up the child. With a "crackling" sound, it seemed to hit the wall. Even the baby's swaddle clothes had never been touched.

The baby was just sleeping soundly and was woken up by the crying sound, but he didn't make a fuss. At this moment, maybe he felt that floating in the air was very interesting. His two little hands stretched out their cradles and wore a string of golden bells on his arm.

The little hand shook, and the bell rang.

The child found it very interesting and started giggling with a "ba" sound.

In the silence of the hall, there were only innocent laughter from babies and children.

When the old woman saw it, she burst into tears and fell to the ground: "The ancestors appeared!"

Yue Yisong naturally didn't believe that his ancestors appeared, but just thought that someone in the room was making trouble, and the long whip came out again. The whip never hit the air. Just as it was about to hit the child, it was tightly held by an invisible hand.

He threw it out, but couldn't take it back.

Yue Yisong was secretly shocked and glanced at the women. They had been locked up for so long and did not have any skills at all. Naturally, he did not believe in the appearance of his ancestors.

If the ancestors of merchants could appear, they would appear sixteen years ago.

Yue Yisong used his strength secretly and said loudly: "Who is Zunjia? How dare you go to Ziwei Palace to show off your skills?"

Xie Xuan used a pillar to block his body and slid down from the roof. When he heard the old woman's scolding, he simply used the trick, took out the paper man from his arms, scattered it all, and blew it to every corner of the hall with the wind.

As soon as the candle shadow burst out, a figure stood in the corner.

Xie Xuan deliberately buzzed and let go. Yue Yisong turned around suddenly, and the long whip came out again. He was about to hit him. The figure suddenly disappeared and appeared on the other wall of the palace again.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Yue Yisong was naturally not afraid, but the women in the palace bowed and kowtowed, and the sound of ancestors appearing, which made him extremely disturbed.

He turned around and scolded: "Shut up!"

Before he finished speaking, someone breathed a sigh of relief in his ear. He suddenly turned around, and there was no ghost behind him.

Xie Xuan controlled the paper man and gently pressed it on Yue Yisong's back. While he was not careful, he fanned the wind behind his neck. No matter how he turned around and avoided it, the paper man was tightly attached to him, and no matter how he looked, he could only see his own shadow.

After a few times, Yue Yisong was shocked. If it weren't for the ghost, who could have been so fast?

As they were suspicious, they felt timid. Several people died of the merchants. Could it be that they turned into ghosts after their death?

He took out the light talisman from his arms and threw it out. As soon as the talisman was tapped, it seemed as if a hand had pinched the yellow paper talisman in his palm, crushing it inch by inch.

Yellow paper scraps blew on his face with the wind.

As soon as the talisman was destroyed, the hall was filled with figures, and black shadows came around, forming a circle, step by step towards Yue Yisong.

Seeing that the talisman was destroyed, he felt even more frightened. He opened his mouth and wanted to call for help in, but the paper man grabbed his throat from behind.

Xie Xuan whipped Yue Yisong's face with a whip.

Yue Yisong screamed in pain. The tumor was now being thrust open, and his face was covered in blood. He rolled to the ground with his eyes covered, screaming endlessly.

The Taoist priests guarding outside the door thought that it was the merchants who were crying. Yue Yisong had a violent temper and the merchants were disobedient. He would scream a few times whenever he took blood.

They all turned their backs, just pretending they couldn't hear it, but they didn't know that this was the scream from their master's mouth.

Xie Xuan only appeared at this time. A candle shadow in the hall shone on half of his face. The old woman squinted her eyes for a moment, burst into tears, and murmured: "General..."

Yue Yisong's eyes were bleeding continuously. Looking through the blood, he could only see Xie Xuan's back. He heard the sound of General. He was really General Shang's appearance, and he was shocked.

Xie Xuan punched Yue Yisong and fainted.

After Xie Xuan got closer, the few people could see his appearance clearly. He was so young that he was naturally not General Shang's appearance.

But there are many similarities between his eyebrows and their husbands and fathers. I don’t know where he came from, but a sense of intimacy arises in my heart.

Xie Xuan moved his fingertips, and the baby floating in the air slowly fell into the woman's arms.

The woman who attacked Yue Yisong with a silver hairpin picked up the child and handed it to Xie Xuan: "Hero, please take this child out of the palace and save him a life."

Their family is trapped here and there are many guards outside. Xie Xuan alone cannot save so many of them, but he can always take the child out.

Xie Xuan looked at these women. Some of them were the daughters of the merchants, some of them were the daughters of the merchants, and they were all his blood relatives.

If he had to find a way to take them away, but Xiaoxiao was still waiting for him, he reached out to take the child and tied it to his back.

Looking at Yue Yisong on the ground, he frowned and could not keep him here. When he woke up, these people would not be able to survive.

Xie Xuan moved his fingertips, and Yue Yisong soared into the air, and the tiles on the roof of the hall were separated layer by layer. Xie Xuan was about to leave with the child in his arms. Before leaving, he promised these women: "I will come back to save you."

At this moment, the old woman finally came back to her senses and asked him, "Do you... are your surname Shang?"

Xie Xuan glanced at her, nodded slightly, and left in the air.

The old woman knelt down on the ground, and her daughter-in-law behind her surrounded her and helped her up. She wiped away her tears and laughed: "God has eyes, and there are endless businesses."

Xie Xuan took the child and Yue Yisong back to the courtyard just now.

There was constant noise in front of me, and it was still quiet. As soon as Xie Xuan entered the room, he saw the scarred woman, who had broken away from the rope and was sitting on the edge of the bed.

He picked it with a sword, and the woman turned her head and avoided it slightly, and the tea in her hand almost fell over the quilt.

Only then did Xie Xuan see a basin and towel beside the bed, his cheeks were red and his forehead was hot. The woman was wiping her sweat.

He blocked Yue Yisong's mouth, threw it aside, put the child on the bed, and leaned down to see Xiaoxiao.

The woman seemed a little surprised Xie Xuan went out and brought two people back. She looked down at the child and saw that the child was sleeping soundly in Xie Xuan's arms. At this moment, she was put on the bed, her nose wrinkled, and she was about to cry.

The woman quickly picked up the child and coaxed him.

Xie Xuan untied his small clothes and whispered in her ear: "No, my senior brother is here."

Xiaoxiao opened her eyes in a daze and saw Xie Xuan beside her. She said in a muffled manner: "No...No...Avenge." She was so burned, but she remembered Shang Yunluo's words. If Xie Xuan takes revenge, he would not be able to bear the responsibility.

Xie Xuan thought she was talking about her master's affairs and touched her head: "Don't worry, let's avenge our master together!"

He killed his enemy with his hand and was happy just now, and the last knife was left to Xiaoxiao.

Xie Xuan folded the scarf and handkerchief and stuffed it to his small mouth: "Be patient, I'll pull the needle for you."

He opened his mouth a little and bit the towel and cut in one mouthful. The sweat wet his hair and put it on his forehead one by one.

Xie Xuan took out the silver knife and magnet, and burned the tip of the knife with fire. He had to cut the flesh and flesh to see the tip of the needle before he could suck out the silver needle.

But he couldn't take it for a long time, so the knife might as well be cut on himself.

Xiaoxiao closed her eyes and waited for a moment, opened her eyes to look at him, and nodded to him in a daze.

The silver knife cuts the flesh, and the bloodstains soak the skin on the chest, as if a red flower blooms between the ice and snow. Xie Xuan grits his teeth, and the magnet steadily sucks the silver needle and pulls it out quickly.

Xiaoxiao groaned and fainted from pain.

Ziwei's real man was extremely heavy in his attack. Two of these three needles were penetrated into the bones. Even if the needle was pulled out, his little left hand could not move for a while.

The silver needle was thrown into the basin and soaked a pot of blood.

Although it hurt the bones, it did not hurt the tendons and veins. Xie Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, put medicine on bandage, let Xiaoxiao lie in the quilt to nourish her spirit, and turned around to look at Yue Yisong.

With his eyes swept over, Yue Yisong didn't move, and Xie Xuan kicked up: "You're awake, why are you pretending?"

Yue Yisong was the ghost who was afraid of General Shang. He knew it was a human, but he was not afraid anymore. When he was blind, his eyes kept bleeding, and he could only stare at Xie Xuan with his other eye open.

Xie Xuan raised his palm and Yue Yisong was helped up. By this time he already knew who Xie Xuan was: "That's how Master Yuxu taught his disciples to make things difficult for the senior brother of this sect?"

Xie Xuan slapped him in the face from a distance: "Where is my master?"

Yue Yisong said suspiciously: "Master Yuxu travels around the world, how do I know where he is?"

I couldn't help but guess, was it because the master and his uncle had another dispute? Is this kid here to find his uncle?

Xie Xuan slapped again, causing a crisp sound from the room. Blood gushed out of Yue Yisong's mouth, and half of his teeth were knocked out.

Before Yue Yisong could be furious, Xie Xuan said, "Where is Zhuo Yiren?"

Yue Yisong suddenly realized that one of his eyes was blind, but he tried his best to open it and stared at Xie Xuan: "Are you what he took away?"

When they were chasing Zhuo Yiren, they didn't know what he took away. They just thought that if they caught him, they could hand in the mission to the master.

Unexpectedly, the master was not happy when he saw Zhuo Yiren. He had been interrogated for many days and there was no trace of joy on his face.

After the merchants were arrested into the capital one after another, they took blood and refined medicine, the master revealed that Zhuo Yiren took away the emperor's medicine man.

It's been sixteen years since this medicine man should grow up.

Xie Xuan's face changed drastically. He looked at the child he had just brought back. At this point, he finally realized that he should be a medicine and that his master did the same thing as him.

Yue Yisong felt deeply humiliated just now. At this moment, he looked at Xie Xuan's face and laughed loudly. With a "puff", he spat out a mouthful of blood foam at him: "He is dead."

Xie Xuan squatted in front of Yue Yisong, motionless, and the blood foam was bounced back to Yue Yisong's face.

Xie Xuan raised his eyebrows and said, "What?"

Yue Yisong knew that he could not survive, and the boy's eyes were undercurrent, so he simply wanted to make fun before he died: "He has been a servant for twenty years, and he can't learn anything, he can't learn anything, he is just a waste."

But this waste, he put on the Ziwei Palace, which made Ziwei Palace gradually disliked by saints for sixteen years and no longer reused.

Yue Yisong was still laughing: "I thought he had gained some benefits from merchants and learned the Taoist skills of merchants, but he was still so useless. He didn't even know the merchants at all."

So they searched for more than ten years and thought Zhuo Yiren would definitely contact the merchants, but there was no clue at all.

Not to mention Queen Shang, Zhuo Yiren, half of the surname Shang, knew that until before his death, he realized that Xie Xuan was the child of Queen Shang and the biological son of the saint.

Xie Xuan's eyes felt hot and tears dripped.

He saved that child because it was blood relatives to him, but the master had no reason to save him, but it was just a little kindness.

Yue Yisong saw Xie Xuan crying and laughed more happily: "He is confused when he lives, but he is confused when he dies. How can such a stupid person be worthy of being an enemy of Ziwei Palace..."
Chapter completed!