Seeing that the old man was not good, he rushed outside. Rong Jin snorted lightly, lowered his head and said softly to Mu Qingyi: "Qingqing, sit with you for a while, I'll kill that old thing and come back!" After that, he flashed out like a black shadow. Soon, the old man's scream came from outside, "Damn kid, you still have to beat him!"

"I'm not going to fight, I want you to die!" Rong Jin sneered.

"It's shameless! Bad boy, do you think I dare not fight back?"

"You try!"

Mu Qingyi quickly walked to the window and stepped back. The two people in the yard had already fought together. The courtyard was not sure where the yard was built in Wushan, but it was located on a vast flat land. If you fight here, you are not afraid of any danger. Rong Jin also let go more and looked for the old man without mercy.

While dodging around, the old man was also secretly surprised by Rong Jin's talent. At this age and such martial arts, he would pay attention to laughing at all the heroes no matter which era he was in. He refused to take action at the beginning, but fell below for a moment.

Looking at his sluggish appearance, Rong Jin's cold smile became more bloodthirsty and malicious, "You can hide, I want to see when you can hide!"

"Damn boy! You think I can't kill you?"

"Just you?" Rong Jin raised his eyebrows disdainfully, and the blood in his eyes became even more intense. The old man was very depressed. It was really not easy for him to kill Rong Jin now. Although he was still stronger than Rong Jin in terms of internal strength, it was not considered a suppressive advantage. But he was old and his physical strength and reaction endurance were far inferior to Rong Jin. Moreover, Rong Jin seemed to have a problem that he could not control himself when he fought. If he really fought his life, he would really be unable to say who died and whoever died. He was old and no longer had the energy to fight with people when he was young.

Rong Jin stopped talking nonsense and continued to slash at the old man with one knife after another. In desperation, the old man had to show his true skills to fight Rong Jin. So Rong Jin became more and more brave as he fought. If Wei Wuji and others were here, they would be shocked to find that Rong Jin's skills at this time were much stronger than when he was in China two months ago. Such progress would be much worse than that in Yun Fu's days of life.

Both of them suffered a lot of injuries in the heavy snow. The difference is that Rong Jin had no expression on his face as if he couldn't feel the pain, but the old man complained in his heart. He is over 100 years old, but in the end he still suffers such pain by being stabbed. If he had known that he wouldn't have provoked this bastard boy back then!

Seeing another knife slashing at him, Rong Jin's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty hatred, as if he would not give up until he killed the old man in front of him. The old man felt cold in his heart, and he quickly flew to the near-study near the study and shouted: "Dad boy, don't forget that the same life Gu on your wife has not been solved yet! No one can solve it except me!"

The old man used his internal strength to pass this sentence into Rong Jin's ears. Rong Jin's blood-filled red eyes were slightly stunned, and he actually stopped the knife that was about to be swung. Seeing this, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Before he could be glad, he heard Rong Jin's cold voice sound in his ears.

"So, did you give Ge Shujun the same life Gu?"

Well?!

The old man looked at Rong Jin with a dull expression, and his originally flexible movements also stiffened. After a while, he came to his senses and quickly denied, "Of course not!"

"No?" Rong Jin narrowed his eyes, his face was cold and disdainful, and he obviously didn't believe the old man at all. The old man carefully glanced at the blood-lit Shura knife in Rong Jin's hand and said quickly: "I really didn't give it to Brother Shu Jun. I... I gave it to Brother Shu Jun's grandfather when I was young..." This was already fifty or sixty years ago, who still remembers it so clearly. The most important thing is that he can't pinch and calculate, but how could he know that this thing would be used on this brat's wife? How could he blame him all?

"It's true that I can't get out of your relationship!" Rong Jin stared at the old man with a bitter face in front of him. If he hadn't remembered that the old man said before that he could take the same life Gu, he would have been slashed at him on the spot.

"Rong Jin." Seeing that both of them seemed to have taken action without any intention, Mu Qingyi walked out and walked to Rong Jin and raised her hand to hold his knife. Rong Jin was stunned and looked down at the beautiful woman standing beside her. The expression on her face gradually became a little warmer. "What are Qingqing doing when she comes out? It's very cold outside." She put away the Shura knife and carefully closed the cloak for her. Rong Jin hugged her behind her and turned to walk into the study.

The old man who was drooping behind him also quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He just wanted a smart apprentice who could inherit his legacy. Why is it so difficult?

In the study, the burning silver charcoal burned the originally cold study. Rong Jin sat behind the desk with a swagger, hugging Mu Qingyi and sitting beside him. Instead, the original owner of the study touched his nose and sat in a grievance.

Mu Qingyi looked up at Rong Jin's smelly face, obviously not wanting to talk to the old man opposite, and couldn't help but cover her lips and smile. The old man glared at her resentfully, and Mu Qingyi then curled her smile and asked, "I have been together for so long, and I haven't asked about my senior's name yet."

The old man waved his hand and said, "This... I can't remember it very clearly because of this... I think my surname is Han?"

Han Mu Qingyi thought for a flash and said, "Is it Mr. Han Wentian?" When Han Wentian disappeared twenty years ago, it was said that he was a hundred years old. The old man kept saying that he was over 100 years old and his surname was Han, which was indeed the most consistent answer. The old man was stunned and pondered for a long time and said, "This seems to be right. There are so many things in the past. I can't remember clearly. When people get old... that's it."

"Senior, how do you remember the fact that you gave the Northern Han royal family the same life Gu?" Mu Qingyi raised her eyebrows and said.

"So, when I was taking your pulse, I naturally remembered it." The old man said disrespectfully: "I am not very clear, nor am I am amnesia. The elderly have experienced too many things and have a lot of memory, so I will naturally forget some things."

Mu Qingyi nodded and asked, "So, senior, can you really have a way to solve the same life Gu?"

The old man glared at Mu Qingyi in displeasure, obviously dissatisfied with Mu Qingyi's doubts. However, Rong Jin glanced over, and had to lower his head in despair and said, "What's there to doubt about this? Will I be able to cure poisons that others can't be cured? The most taboo thing for those who play poison is to play with poisons that they can't even be cured by themselves, and the same is true for poison. In fact... if the medicinal materials are enough, the boy from the Medicine King Valley can also cure them. However... there are several medicinal materials except going to the deep mountains and forests to try their luck, but I really only have them." Speaking of this, the old man became particularly proud.
Chapter completed!