V2.Chapter 51

He Yiming's face changed slightly. During his practice these days, he had inspired the dagger awn of the dagger many times, and he knew the power of this wisp of dagger awn in detail.

And he also took this Dao mang as his last card, just like Lu Xinwen's move superposition skill, which is the ultimate means to protect his life.

However, after this Dao mang fell on LV Xinwen, he unexpectedly ran away as if nothing had happened. For he Yiming, he couldn't figure it out anyway.

He turned his mind and immediately said, "uncle, I'll come as soon as I go."

After that, he spread out his body and disappeared in an instant. Although he held a big knife in his hand, it seemed as light as nothing in his hand, and there was no burden at all.

When the two congenital strong left behind, there was a dead silence in the field, and then both sides immediately sent out strong changes.

The servants and diners of the fan family behind yuan zewei suddenly shouted, and immediately dispersed in a mass of birds and beasts. Only a few people were left looking at yuan zewei with pale faces. They all followed yuan zewei, not the fan family, although at this time they all knew that the fan family was already in name, and they would never have the opportunity to become masters of the yuan family. But at this time, they are still unwilling to abandon yuan zewei and flee.

However, yuan zewei was no longer motivated at this time. The muscles on his face trembled a few times, and finally he sighed.

With this sigh, he seemed to be completely relieved. His body slowly fell to the ground, and there was no vitality in his eyes.

In order to be the head of the yuan family, he fought all his life by all means. Seeing that it was about to be completed, I found that this dream had been completely shattered.

Unable to withstand such a heavy blow, the old man finally found his own way and died.

Yuan Zeyu's eyes were also blank. He took a few steps and came to yuan zewei's body. He squatted down gently and slowly closed his eyes that had not been closed.

Yuan Zhencheng stepped forward, as if to say something, but hesitated for a moment, and finally chose silence. However, from the hatred of yuan zewei in his eyes, we can see that he will not sympathize with the dead uncle at all.

Yuan Zeyu stood up and said in a slow voice, "sincerely, go to the county city for me and pick up all the descendants of my eldest brother."

Yuan Zhencheng was stunned and hurriedly said, "Dad..."

Yuan Zeyu waved his hand and said, "stop talking. I have decided that the shops in the city can be managed by you, but the land and courtyards under the name of Da Fang will be returned to them."

What the old man said was decisive and there was no room for negotiation.

Although yuan Zhencheng was full of reluctance, he finally dared not disobey the old man's stubbornness, and only with a long sigh, he accepted.

Yuan Zeyu turned back, hugged he Quanxin, and said, "dear nephew, today my yuan family can survive, thanks to your he family's strength. Thank you..."

He bent his knees and was about to kowtow.

He Quanxin's face changed greatly, so he hurried forward and held him before he knelt down at a fast speed.

Yuan Zeyu earned two, but he Quanxin's arm was as stable as a rock and never moved a penny.

He Quanxin said bluntly, "Uncle yuan, you have been friends with my father for decades. If my nephew receives your worship, how will he explain to my father after returning?"

Yuan Zeyu sighed, got up and suddenly said, "nephew, I have something I want you to testify."

He Quanxin hurriedly said, "uncle, I'll take care of myself."

Yuan Zeyu pointed to yuan zewei's body and said, "as the saying goes, death is like a lamp out. No matter what he has done in front of him, since he is dead, it is written off."

He Quanxin hesitated and said, "uncle said it."

"Well, since the wise nephew is also recognized, please witness that I want to put the descendants left by my eldest brother back into the yuan family tree and uproot their fields and houses." Yuan Zeyu zhengse said, "I want to ask your virtuous nephew to witness this. If someone covets their land and money in the future, please also ask your virtuous nephew to preside over justice for them."

He Quanxin's eyes fell on Yuan Zhenxin's face, but his eyes were full of embarrassment.

Yuan Zhencheng was livid and said, "Dad, what do you mean?"

"You should understand what I mean." Yuan Zeyu sighed lightly, "I just don't want my eldest brother's blood to be cut off after a hundred years."

Yuan Zhencheng snorted and said, "Dad, Yuan... Uncle has done this to you. Do you still want to do this? Do you think they will appreciate it?"

Yuan Zeyu said softly, "it doesn't matter whether they appreciate it or not. I just hope to preserve their relationship."

"What if they repeat again in the future?"

Yuan Zeyu said calmly, "what I want to save is only my own person who can live in peace and honestly."

Yuan Zhencheng's face relaxed and said, "yes, I understand."

Yuan Zeyu turned his head and said, "what do you think, nephew Tsuen Shin?"

He Quanxin finally nodded his head and said, "since it was entrusted by my uncle, I dare not obey my orders."

Although he promised, he knew it was just the old man's intention.

Even if the descendants of yuan zewei can return to the yuan family, the most is to live a carefree life. It is impossible to become a decision-maker of the yuan family as before.

After being marginalized for decades, no one can guarantee whether this vein can still exist.

If yuan Zeyu were alive, maybe no one would dare to bully them, but if the old man died, it would be hard to say.

What he he Quanxin can do is to give this line of people a little hope, but also to make the rest of the yuan family dare not put their ideas on them openly.

After the old man confessed, he pleaded guilty and went down to rest. As for yuan zewei's body, it was personally collected by the old man.

Seeing the old man leave, the solemn atmosphere in the field gradually dissipated.

Yuan Zhencheng breathed a sigh of relief, and neatly commanded the servants to sort everything out. Then he came to he Quanxin in a few steps and said, "brother he, Yiming... No, is master he really your nephew?"

Hearing this, he Quanxin frowned and said, "Yiming is of course my nephew." He paused for a moment, as if he didn't think the tone was not sure enough, and added heavily, "if it's false, it's guaranteed."

Yuan Zhencheng immediately had a happy look on his face and said, "well, brother he, it's hard for you to hide it from me."

He complained in his mouth, but his words were full of excitement. This is really another village with a bright future and a desperate situation!

If it had not been for master he today, it would not have been yuan zewei who died.

He Quanxin pulled his mouth twice, and he secretly said in his heart, I don't know myself, so how can I deliberately hide it from you. After looking at the direction of he Yiming's departure, his heart was filled with emotion, as if in a dream.

Second brother, second brother, your son is born, and the old man's wish can be fulfilled

In the open mountain forest, a human figure flashed across the ground like a bird in the forest.

In the hand of the figure, there was another person, but it was as light as nothing, as if it had no weight at all.

Finally, when passing a mountain depression, the figure stumbled at the foot and finally stopped.

As soon as he stopped, he immediately fell to the ground, as if all his strength had been exhausted at this moment.

"Uncle."

A startling cry sounded from his side, and fan Haori hurriedly stood up and held the old man.

This person is Lu Xinwen, who just lost in the innate master duel. At the moment, he can no longer feel the powerful life force on him.

His hair has turned white in this short time, just like a most ordinary old man. Even there are dense wrinkles on his forehead, as if it had been decades on his body.

Although fan Haori is not a congenital strong man, he seems to understand something after seeing the change of the old man's appearance, and his face also becomes very pale.

Lu Xinwen coughed softly, and his voice had become so hoarse: "I just checked, and no one came after me."

Fan Haori was stunned and hurriedly said, "yes, uncle."

"Do you know why I took you away from there?" Lu Xinwen asked in a deep voice. Even in such a embarrassed situation, he had never had any impatience.

Fan Haori's lips moved and finally said, "uncle, you want your nephew and grandson to avenge you and your two uncle Xiao."

Lu Xinwen's face showed a bitter smile. He shook his head slightly and said, "in fact, at the first sight of seeing you in the fan family, I knew your nature and constitution, which can just practice my skills." He raised his head, sighed, and said, "I originally wanted to wait for the three of them to arrive, and then accept you as a closed door disciple, but unfortunately, the three of them will never come back."

Fan Haori suddenly looked up. His voice was full of shock and shouted, "uncle, you..."

"I was hit by he Yiming's knife awn. I didn't expect that he was in his small grade. He was not only advanced, but also able to display his knife awn. Haha..." he laughed at himself and said, "I still underestimate him."

Fan Haori opened his mouth to speak.

Lu Xinwen waved his hand and said, "listen to me. Don't interrupt me at will. I don't have much time."

Fan Haori's heart became more and more ominous, and he immediately closed his mouth tightly.

"He Yiming's talent is unlimited in the future. You can't be his enemy even if you practice hard all your life. I don't expect you to take revenge when I save you, because it's no different from dying." Lu Xinwen gasped for a long breath and said, "I saved you only because I hope you can inherit my skill and pass on my skill in this vein, so as not to become extinct."

Fan Haori's face suddenly changed a few times. He was defeated today, his father died in the war, and the fan family can be predicted to be doomed to decline.

In this case, even if Lu Xinwen could give up the hatred between him and the three disciples, it was by no means easy for him to put it down.

Lu Xinwen took a deep breath and said, "it's rumored in the Jianghu that I found the left cave of some elder master and obtained the treasure therein, so I can be promoted to innate."

Hearing this sentence, even fan Haori could not help but restrain his mind and concentrate at the moment.

"Hey, hey, I don't know these people guessed so much that they got the truth right." Lu Xinwen's helpless way.

Fan Haori secretly said that it was not that they got the truth right, but that everyone would have similar rumors spread after their martial arts skills suddenly increased. Your old man has been promoted to heaven step by step. If such a rumored version doesn't come out again, isn't there a ghost.

Lu Xinwen sighed and said, "in fact, thirty years ago, I was ambushed by the Zhu family. Although I narrowly escaped, I was also seriously injured and almost died. Later, by chance, I did find a cave left by a senior expert. In that cave, there are not only some magical internal strength and combat skills, but also two congenital gold pills."

Fan Haori's eyes suddenly stared straight. In the small place of HeJiazhuang, maybe not many people know what the congenital golden elixir is, but he who lives in the county city knows very well that the congenital golden elixir is the golden elixir refined from the inner elixir of the spirit beast with a life span of more than 500 years.

Once the postnatal master with the top ten levels of internal strength takes it, he will have the opportunity to step into the innate realm.

Although the limit golden elixir and the energy golden elixir are precious, if they are compared with the innate golden elixir, they are nothing.

This opportunity to cultivate the golden elixir of the innate strong, even if it is priceless, is not too much.

"I once swallowed one of the two golden elixirs, which enabled me to advance my innate ability. I originally intended to give the remaining one to one of the two brothers of the Xiao family. But now all three of them are dead, so I'll pass it on to you."

Fan Haori knelt heavily and said, "yes, thank you, uncle."

Wave your hand slightly, Lu Xinwen said, "you don't have to be polite, but you should remember that not everyone is qualified to swallow the innate golden elixir. The golden elixir I get is the internal elixir obtained from the spirit beast with water attribute. Therefore, only after the cultivator with water attribute swallows it, can he have the opportunity to step into the innate elixir. Otherwise, the medicine produced by the golden elixir can't be used as an arm, but will cause medicine conflict and eventually become a deadly poison."

Fan Haori's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "yes, I know." But his heart is a secret, such a good thing, of course, is to stay and take it by yourself.

Lu Xinwen seemed to see through his mind. He took another hard breath and said, "I know you are also very moved, but you should remember that if you can't practice to the peak of ten layers of internal strength before you are 80 years old, then you should never touch this golden elixir."

Fan Haori hurriedly asked, "why?"

"People's physique is limited. If you can't reach that standard before the age of 80, your physique will slowly age and can no longer withstand the impact of the golden elixir. Even if you reach the peak in the future, your old body can't support under the impact of the drug." Lu Xinwen looked solemn and said, "remember this point and don't forget it."

Fan Hao hung his head on the sun and said respectfully, "yes."

There was a trace of disappointment in his heart. Eighty years old is not too old for a congenital strong person, but for ordinary people and ordinary cultivators, it is already a day when one foot has entered the coffin.

In fact, in this world, most ordinary people don't live to be 80.

However, with his talent, even at the age of 80, he may not be able to practice to the tenth peak.

Lu Xinwen took a sheepskin scroll out of his arms, handed it over and said, "in this sheepskin scroll, the specific location of the cave is recorded. You can take it. As long as you are careful, you can find it."

Fan Haori cautiously took it over with both hands, carefully glanced at it and put it into his arms.

Lu Xinwen sighed: "the cave I entered inadvertently was built by an unknown elder. There are many mechanisms in it, which is far from my ability to crack. Fortunately, there is a quiet room in it, which seems to be where the elder usually lives, so there is no mechanism. The gold elixir and secret script I got were found in that quiet room."

Fan Haori was stunned and subconsciously said, "why did the elder leave these things in the quiet room?"

Lu Xinwen shook his head slightly and said bitterly, "I don't know this, but looking at the situation in the quiet room, it seems that something important happened at that time, so the elder left in a hurry. But I don't know why, he never came back this time. Alas... Maybe the elder, like me, ended up like this."

Fan Haori looked tight and hurriedly asked, "uncle, your body?"

Lu Xinwen smiled dumbly and said, "he Yiming's knife in the air has completely cut off the vitality in my body. I forced down the injury and ran here with you. I've already done my best. As for my life, I'm powerless."

Fan Haori's face darkened, and tears appeared in his eyes. From a certain point of view, the two of them are in sympathy with each other. Seeing that the old man is about to die, his heart is filled with a strong sense of rabbit death and fox sorrow.

Lu Xinwen's voice became lower and lower, saying, "the golden elixir and my cultivation experience are in the cave. Go to find them and pass on my vein. Don't cut it off."

Fan Haori knelt heavily, kowtowed three heads, and said solemnly, "yes."

Lu Xinwen nodded with satisfaction, his eyes slowly closed, and murmured, "how could his innate Qi be so strong? Was he already a congenital strong man when he came out of his womb? Was he a congenital strong man in the legend?"

His voice got lower and lower, and finally it was inaudible.

Fan Haori knelt motionless. After a long time, he stretched out his hand to explore his breath, and then his face gradually twisted.

He knocked several heads again, as if to him or to himself: "uncle, don't worry, I will repay this deep hatred for you and the fan family." His teeth thumped: "the disciple may never be the enemy of he Yiming, but the yuan and he families have only one he Yiming. If the disciples succeed in their studies, they must first kill the yuan family and everyone in the he family, and kill them all. I want him to live in regret forever."

His voice boomed out, firm and incomparable, as if nails were firmly embedded in the wall, and could no longer be erased