A life of meritorious deeds starting from Thunderbolt

"Old man, use all your strength, or this sword will kill you!" The white-haired swordsman turned to one side and stared at the half-hunchback, as if one sword strike had ended the latter's intention.

"Boasting!" Anger appeared on the half-hunched old face. He was so angry at being so despised by a younger generation.

"Wait!!" Just when the white-haired swordsman and the half-hunchback were about to have a showdown, the young man suddenly ran out to stop him, "A sword means many lives, and you are willing to murder just for a sword. You are so ambitious.

Narrowness, if Miss Xiao knew about it, she would definitely look down on you!"

"Hmm..." The white-haired swordsman also has a sword that can live forever. After listening to the young man's words, the figure that haunted the dream could not help but appear in his mind.

Seeing Yijian Wansheng's hesitation, the young man said sadly again: "Yijian Wansheng, you will definitely win between us, and Miss Xiao will be yours sooner or later. Why don't you leave a good impression on Miss Xiao?

"

"Okay, today I will give you Ye Xiaochai some face and let this old man go." Yi Jian Wansheng left and right. It feels right. A lady like Miss Xiao is probably disgusted by people who kill people all the time.

, and put away his tense posture.

On the side, Jun Moxie, who heard the three words "Ye Xiaochai", was thoughtful, "I think I have seen it somewhere. The system searched for the keyword 'Ye Xiaochai'."

"Ding! Search completed!"

"Ye Xiaochai, one of those who is good at wielding swords and the mysterious Xuan Gang Sword."

"I see..." Jun Moxie understood.

I remember it was still the first life, before time travel. When Emperor Qi Tian came to Tianhai in North Vietnam, Cang, the head of Liuxian, led a few people to form a formation to deal with Emperor Qi Tian. Jun Moye couldn't remember the memories from hundreds of years ago.

Cleared.

"So this is the young Ye Xiaochai." Jun Moxie understood.

Just when Jun Moxie was thinking, a red-faced man appeared looking for Yi Jian Wansheng.

"Fellow Taoist, I have good news to tell you. Follow me back to Huanghuaju." The red-faced man said eagerly to Yijian Wansheng.

"Okay." Yi Jian Wansheng nodded and responded.

"Ye Xiaochai, don't you want to see Miss Xiao for the last time? Come with us to Huanghuaju." Yi Jian Wansheng, who has been following Ye Xiaochai, naturally knows Ye Xiaochai's physical condition and his destination at the moment.

"Oh, I..." After hearing this, Ye Xiaochai was about to nod his head in agreement, but unexpectedly, he stopped him with a weak voice.

"This young man is so ill. If he follows you like this, he might die on the way. His time is running out anyway, so why not let him stay here with me to spend the last part of his life?"

." The half-hunchback said slowly.

"Humph, old man, you are keeping him because you want to take him as your disciple, right?" Yi Jian Wansheng looked at the half-hunchback coldly. His eyes were not blind, and the old man in front of him also had skills.

Yijian Wansheng has been with Ye Xiaochai for more than two hundred days, killing dozens of warriors who accepted Ye Xiaochai along the way, in order to torture Ye Xiaochai, and also to ensure that the duel in more than a year will not go wrong. Now it is time.

It's the last minute, how can you let this old man do bad things?

"For a martial artist, the importance of hands is self-evident. So, in order to prove that I will not accept him as my disciple, I will destroy his hands." He said lightly.

"Oh, how to destroy it?" Yi Jian Wansheng's eyes narrowed slightly, waiting for the half-hunchback's movement.

"Simple." The hunchback grabbed Ye Xiaochai and pressed his hands on the chopping board, "Young man, you have to be patient. Haha!"

Bang! Bang!

"Ah!" After two consecutive blows, Ye Xiaochai's hands were twisted and deformed, and his flesh and blood were blurred. He fainted under the stimulation of severe pain.

"Hahaha, okay! Fellow Taoist, let's go." Seeing Ye Xiaochai's hands destroyed, he felt satisfied and left safely with Yi Jian Wansheng.

"Oh, this is the only way to save your life, otherwise you will have no chance when you go back with them." The cripple picked up the unconscious Ye Xiaochai and walked into the house.

"Sir, please get on your way early so that you can reach the next market town." The half-hunchback said to Jun Moxie.

"Well, that's fine, but..." Jun Moxie raised his hand, and a ball of pure white light emerged, and then he pushed it into Ye Xiaochai's body.

"This!?" In the midst of the white light, the blister on Ye Xiaochai's face instantly scabbed off, and his destroyed hands were restored to their original state, intact. The cripple who saw this scene with his own eyes was stunned and shocked.

Inexplicable.

"What a miraculous skill! It's really a miraculous skill! I've never seen this before, sir!" The half-hecked person was amazed in admiration.

"After that, I just need to recuperate for a few days. Let's hit the road. Goodbye." After saying this, Jun Moxie and Ah Lian left the thatched cottage.

One day later, Ye Xiaochai woke up from a coma. The long running around made Ye Xiaochai physically and mentally exhausted. He had not slept so soundly for a long time.

"Huh? My hands! How could it be?" Ye Xiaochai looked at his intact hands and immediately stood up. He clearly remembered that his hands had been smashed by the old man with a hammer. Why now...

And it's not just a problem with his hands, his body is also full of strength, unlike the previous illness after he got smallpox.

"You're awake." The cripple came into the room carrying food, "You've been sleeping all day. Are you hungry? Let's have some food."

Boom! Ye Xiaochai suddenly fell to his knees and kowtowed to his hunchback.

"What are you doing? Get up!" The hunchback took one look and immediately reached out to help Ye Xiaochai.

"Thank you to my husband for taking me in and curing me of my terminal illness of smallpox. I can't repay you for saving my life!" Ye Xiaochai said excitedly.

"Alas, young man, you have thanked the wrong person," the cripple smiled and said under Ye Xiaochai's confused eyes, "I did not cure your terminal disease of smallpox."

"If it's not my father-in-law, who is that?" Ye Xiaochai asked strangely.

"Remember those two strangers yesterday? It was that man who saved you. He was a real man of God." The cripple still sighed when he thought of Jun Moxie's rescue of Ye Xiaochai.

"Old man, who is that person?" Ye Xiaochai asked.

"I don't know much, I only know that his name is Jun Moxie, and that girl is his maid, named Ah Lian..." The cripple told Ye Xiaochai everything he knew.

"Jun Moxie..." Ye Xiaochai remembered this name deeply in his heart.

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The public pavilion is a gathering place for all kinds of information in the martial arts world of the Central Plains.

After leaving Tiannan Mountain, Jun Moxie and Ah Lian rushed here. Jun Moxie, who had just come out of seclusion, wanted to keep up with the times. It was very necessary to understand the relevant information about the general trend of China. And maybe he could be here

We found some information about the Holy Master and three other people.