Huang Ziqiong: "Wei Hu will definitely not let us go. If we don't die, he won't be able to sleep well. He has to kill us, mother and son, before his father discovers us, so that he can rest assured.

Otherwise, if his father discovers us and learns the truth, even if he is not executed, everything in the Wei family will be lost.

Over the past few years, Wei Hu has been secretly sending people everywhere to look for us, and ordered us to be killed as soon as they were seen, and rewarded us with silver.

We, mother and son, built two thatched huts in Lanhua Village and bought another seven or eight acres of thin land, but we didn’t have much left.

I am the daughter of a tenant farmer. I take this old horse with me to farm the land to support my mother and son's livelihood. Although I live a poor life, I don't go hungry often. Over the years, my mother and my son have supported each other and accompanied this old horse, and we have lived a happy life.

A day of half hunger and half full.”

Half a year ago, a man named Hu Zhong discovered us. Hu Zhong was sent by Wei Hu to look for us. He suddenly found us and was secretly overjoyed.

This Hu Zhong is a master in the middle stage of Danjie. He thought that it would be as easy to kill us as to kill him. He chose to kill my mother and son at night, so that he would not alert the government, we would not be able to escape, and it would be easier to get things done and clean.

He thought that we, mother and son, had no resistance and that it would be easy to kill us. Little did he know that he had misjudged us. My son, you are a martial arts prodigy.

When Huang Ziqiong said this, she wanted to arouse her son's memory, so she asked Wei Jie: "Son, can't you remember the fight between you and Hu Zhong?"

Wei Jie lowered his head in embarrassment and said with a red face: "Mom, I seem to have a little impression. If you continue talking, maybe you can help me remember a little bit."

Wei Jie's body has been alive for two days and one night, and the lost memories are slowly recovering. There are vague shadows that left a deep impression. Wei Jie wanted to catch these shadows, but before he could catch them, they disappeared again.

Huang Ziqiong: "Oh! My son, it's like this. When you were ten years old, you couldn't bear to let me be tired alone, so you often went to the fields to help me work.

When you are thirteen years old, you are more powerful than me. I don’t need to do the farm work. You will do it all by yourself. I want you to take some time to practice literature and martial arts, and I will continue to work in the fields with you. After you finish the farm work, you will

I have time to practice martial arts and literacy.

One day, an old martial arts master passed by our land. When he saw you, he couldn't help but let out a sigh, stopped and asked you: "Young man, how old are you? Come on, come on, let me see."

Our mother and son put down their farm work and walked to the old man. The old man touched you and said to me: "This child's bones are amazing and are good materials for martial arts. Let him learn martial arts. Don't waste a piece of material."

I smiled bitterly and said to the old man: "Old man, if I'm sorry, how can we have the money for him to learn martial arts? As the saying goes, the poor are poor in literature but rich in martial arts, so it would be more realistic to let him study for a few years and learn a few words."

The old man said: "This kid is not good at studying literature. If he studies, he can only recognize a few words. If he quits school, he will gain fame. If he studies martial arts, he will definitely be a general."

I thought of your father and couldn't help but sigh and tears rolled down my face.

When the old man saw me like this, he smiled and said: "I will teach you a set of mental methods, and you will practice it by yourself in the future, so you don't have to spend money. But it is undeniable that without training resources, the progress will be slow, but if you

If there is a chance, that is another matter. It still depends on your destiny."

At that time, my father-in-law taught you the mental method. It is strange to say that the teacher taught you to read, but you accepted it very slowly. You could never recite the words and your hands were often beaten by the teacher. But this father-in-law taught you how to read.

You have memorized all your mental methods after only being taught them once.

You immediately want to become your teacher to your father-in-law. My father-in-law said: "If we have the chance to meet again in the future, you can become your teacher then. If we don't have the chance to meet again, forget it."

After the father-in-law said that, he left. From then on, you will practice according to the mental method taught by the father-in-law every day. You will cultivate the true energy in one day. At the age of fourteen, you will reach the ninth level of the Qi refining stage and become an ordinary martial arts master. Just over ten years old.

You have cultivated the elixir at the age of five and entered the elixir formation stage. You are a master of elixir formation, and ordinary people are no match for you.

When Hu finally came to kill us, you were a level 5 master of pill formation.

When we were getting ready to go to bed, Hu Zhong walked into our house. Looking at this uninvited guest, I invited him to sit down and poured him a cup of tea. I asked him: "Where is your guest from and why do you come to someone else's house at night?"

"

When Wei Jie heard this, he remembered something and seemed to be familiar with the name Hu Zhong.

Huang Ziqiong saw Wei Jie looking thoughtful and asked, "Son, do you remember?"

Wei Jie said: "I am a little familiar with the name Hu Zhong. If you continue talking, you may gradually regain your memory."

Huang Ziqiong was a little surprised: "Okay, I will continue talking."

Hu Zhong chuckled and said: "It seems that you are a kind woman, but you have offended someone who cannot afford to offend. So it is destined that you mother and son will not survive tonight!"

I immediately thought of Wei Hu and asked him: "Are you sent by Wei Hu to kill our mother and son?"

Hu Diandu nodded as an answer.

I begged him: "My son is only fifteen years old, please let him go. If you kill me, you can be released. Please do a good thing and let the child go."

Hu Zhong: "No, you two are worth the same amount. Kill one for 5,000 taels of silver, and kill two for 10,000 taels. If I let one go, I'll be short of 5,000 taels of silver. That's not all. The most important thing is

If Wei Hu knows that I let one go, he will be severely punished by Wei Hu.

That Wei Hu is famous for being cruel and ruthless. He can do what he says. If he is not satisfied, he can do something dirty to me. I won’t even know how I died. So if I don’t die, I can only let you mother and son do it.

Both die."

I said, "Just pretend you didn't notice us, and then everything will be fine."

Hu Zhong: "Let you mother and son go. Give me 20,000 taels of silver. I can do what you want. If you can't get it, don't blame me for taking action."

Wei Jie had an impression at this time, and suddenly shouted: "My head hurts!" Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and water drops fell down.

Huang Ziqiong was so frightened that she hugged her son and asked, "Son, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Jie just shook his head and said nothing, his face twisted in pain. The old horse seemed to know the pain of his master, and slowed down, pulling the carriage like a cradle, regular and rhythmic, so as to relieve the master's pain.

The pain creates a sense of comfort.

As expected, Wei Jie fell asleep as he was being rocked by the trolley, snoring evenly. Huang Ziqiong felt relieved and said to herself sadly: "Son, you are too tired, take a good rest, mother."

Catch the car.

Wei Jie fell into sleep, and the scene of the fight between Hu Zhong and Wei Jie reappeared in his dream.

Hu Zhong knew that the mother and son were poor and could not afford twenty thousand taels of silver, let alone twenty thousand taels of silver, so he did not want to talk nonsense and took action without waiting for Huang Ziqiong to answer.

Hu Zhong first struck at Wei Jie, stepped around Huang Ziqiong with one step, raised his palm and slapped Wei Jie head-on.

Wei Jie had been watching with cold eyes, unable to see clearly that Hu Zhong's cultivation level should be higher than his own. Judging from his aura, he should not be much higher than his own cultivation level.

Hu Zhong slapped the palm, and Wei Jie dodged. Hu Zhong's palm missed the target. Hu Zhong, a master of Level 6 Pill Formation, swatted the palm and was dodged by a stupid kid. He was very surprised and said:

Wei Jie became more optimistic and looked at Wei Jie carefully, and saw that Wei Jie was also a master in the Dan Formation stage, and a mid-stage master, only one level behind himself.

Hu Zhong was shocked. A fifteen-year-old child who has cultivated to the middle stage of pill formation is really a genius. No wonder Wei Hu issued a death order and must kill him. If he is allowed to develop, the hereditary title of general will be inevitable.

It is this son who has no role in Wei Hu. This future general must be strangled in the cradle.

Hu finally dared not be careless. If he fell into the hands of this fifteen-year-old child, his fame would fall into the gutter.

Hu Zhong mustered up 10% of his strength and punched Wei Jie with all his strength. Unexpectedly, Wei Jie's punch hit the afterimage of Wei Jie. Wei Jie had already turned behind Hu Zhong and punched Hu Zhong's back with all his strength.

hit.

Wei Jie's punch hit Hu Zhong's back solidly, sending Hu Zhong flying out and hitting the wall, making a big hole in the wall and flying outside the house.

Hu Zhong rolled on the spot a few times, taking away the strength of Wei Jie's fist, and then jumped up in embarrassment. Wei Jie also rushed out of the room and punched Hu Zhong again. I'll take advantage of your illness to kill you.
Chapter completed!