The cool wind blew on the mountain path and also blew on the faces of several people.
Two horses lowered their heads and ate weeds on the roadside.
On the narrow path lay a delicate body.
Wu Qingying felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. She pressed the sword with one hand, her pretty face alert and her eyes frightened, staring at the man in front of her.
She never expected that the man in front of her would actually beat Sister Jiuzhen to death.
Sister Jiuzhen is a charming and charming beauty! How could he be so cruel?
Li Zhige's expression was calm and his voice was cold as he said, "Wu Qingying, I advise you not to draw your sword. Li doesn't understand the meaning of pity."
Wu Qingying trembled, took a few steps back, and asked, "Who are you?"
"Shen Fist Sect, Li Zhige."
After taking a deep look at Li Zhige, Wu Qingying picked up Zhu Jiuzhen and placed him on the horse's back. She got on her horse, tightened the reins, and trotted up the mountain.
Watching Wu Qingying go away, Li Zhige took out a breath and relaxed.
Fortunately, Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying had no experience in traveling around the world, nor did they have experience in fighting with others. They were captured by their own momentum, so they could easily kill Zhu Jiuzhen.
If they really had to fight, Li Zhige could win, but it would never be easy.
Zhuwu Lianzhuang was built by brothers Zhu Ziliu and Wuxiu Wenwu Dunru. They inherited several unique skills such as the Yiyang Finger, the Taohua Island Orchid Acupoint Brushing Hand, and the Luoying Divine Sword from Duan of Dali a hundred years ago.
Even if Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying haven't mastered martial arts, they are definitely not at the level of passers-by. They are just one-on-one actors with names.
"Master Li, you are the benefactor of our family. If you hadn't taken action just now, I might have been beaten to death by that young lady."
Wang Dawa turned pale and thanked Li Zhige.
Chen Cuihua reached out and touched the bloody whip marks on Wang Dawa's back, and couldn't stop her tears from falling.
Li Zhige waved his hand, turned to look at Wang Dawa, and said with a serious expression, "Brother Wang, you can't live here any longer."
Wang Dawa hesitated.
Li Zhige interrupted him and explained, "If I kill Zhu Jiuzhen, maybe the people from Zhu Wulian Villa will be killed soon. You must move, leave immediately!"
Wang Dawa had deep guilt on her face, "My dear friend, it's us who have caused trouble for you. Let's pack up and leave immediately."
Li Zhige glanced at the thatched cottage and grabbed Wang Dawa, "I don't want my mother-in-law or my things, and I don't want my things. Let's leave immediately."
With that said, Li Zhige counted twenty taels of silver from the bag and stuffed them all into Wang Dawa's arms, "Go and resettle somewhere else."
"Can you ride a horse?"
Wang Dawa nodded, "Yes."
Li Zhige immediately brought the horse left by Zhu Jiuzhen and helped Wang Dawa and Chen Cuihua onto the horse's back.
"Brother Wang, please remember to abandon your horse before reaching the town and drive the horse to a crowded place. You take the calf to a sparsely populated place, and the farther you go, the better."
After giving Wang Dawa and his wife a warning, Li Zhige slapped the horse hard on the butt.
The horse was in pain and ran away.
On horseback, Chen Cuihua turned around with Wang Xiaoniu in her arms and said softly, "Xiaoniu, remember that uncle named Li Zhige and remember his appearance clearly. It was your uncle who saved our family. When you grow up, you will Find a way to repay uncle's kindness to us."
Wang Xiaoniu sucked snot into his nostrils and nodded confusedly, "Mom, I remember my uncle's appearance."
Li Zhige watched Chen Cuihua's family disappear at the end of the path and took a long breath.
Wu Qingying went up the mountain, and the people who came to Zhuwu Lianzhuang came down the mountain. It took at least two hours to go and come back. Besides, since he had left his name, the people of Zhuwu Lianzhuang would not spend a lot of money to hunt down Chen Cuihua and his family.
But you still have to be careful.
Thinking of this, Li Zhige immediately walked towards a nearby town.
He wanted to send a letter to his uncle, asking him to leave Qiantang County and remain anonymous.
In the future, I will definitely offend many people in the world, so as not to implicate my uncle.
On the top of the mountain, in front of a village, Wu Qingying held Zhu Jiuzhen and pushed open the door, shouting loudly, "Dad, come out quickly, sister Jiuzhen has been killed."
As Wu Qingying shouted loudly, a middle-aged man who was over 10 years old and dressed in rich clothes walked out. He had a beard on his face and looked extremely majestic.
Behind the middle-aged man, followed a thin, oily-haired young man.
This middle-aged man, named Wu Lie, is one of the owners of Zhuwu Lianzhuang Village and a descendant of Wuxiu, Wenwu and Dunru. As for the other owner, Zhu Changling, he fell off the cliff with Zhang Wuji the year before last.
The young man with oily hair and pink noodles is named Wei Bi, the cousin of Wu Qingying and Zhu Jiuzhen.
Seeing her father and cousin, Wu Qingying burst into tears, "Dad, cousin, sister Jiuzhen died so tragically, you must avenge her."
Seeing Zhu Jiuzhen's cold body, Wei Bi shivered.
Walking up to Wu Qingying, he reached out and touched Zhu Jiuzhen's charming, bright and warm face. Wei Bi's eyes were fierce, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who killed Jiuzhen's cousin?"
Wu Qingying answered honestly, "It's Li Zhige from the Divine Fist Sect."
Wei Bi looked at Wu Qingying coldly and asked, "Cousin Jiuzhen is dead, why are you still alive?"
Wu Qingying looked up, her face suddenly turned pale, and the look in her eyes at cousin Weibi became extremely strange.
Wei Bi ignored Wu Qingying. He turned to look at Wu Lie and said bitterly, "Shibo, cousin Jiu Zhen was brutally murdered. We can't ignore her."
"Please ask Shibo to point me some people, and I will take them down the mountain immediately to avenge cousin Jiuzhen."
Wu Lie shook his head and replied in a deep voice, "That Li Zhige of the Divine Fist Sect is not a fool. Why would he wait for you to take revenge? It is better to deal with Jiuzhen's funeral first, and let's talk about revenge later."
Wei Bi gave Wu Lie a cold look, raised his sword and turned around, "Shibo, if you are unwilling to avenge Jiuzhen's cousin, I will go myself."
Watching Wei Bi leave, Wu Lie turned his head and sneered at Wu Qingying, "Silly daughter, do you see clearly? Your idiot cousin is not a good match at all, and he doesn't care about you at all."
Wu Qingying put down Zhu Jiuzhen's body, turned around and walked to the room in despair, and stopped mentioning revenge.
She and Zhu Jiuzhen both like their cousin.
I originally thought that my cousin liked me more, but now it seems that he likes Zhu Jiuzhen more.
Li Zhige went to the town and wrote a letter to his uncle.
Afraid that the rope was not long enough, he bought another bundle of rope, then turned and walked towards the mountain peak where Zhuwu Lianzhuang Village was located.
