On the day when Ji Zheng and the other two set off from Zhaoyang, the Ji family village was very windy.

The strong wind brought more cold currents, and Jijia Village was particularly cold today. Master Zhao closed his sleeves to avoid the cold wind coming in. I wonder if he had caught a cold a little, but he coughed a few times, but the sound was not loud, and the students didn't even ask them to look up.

So, Ji Xiaolou Chi Zhen and others didn't see it. His face turned red when he coughed, and it took a while to subside.

For Master Zhao, it is very sad every year when winter begins. Dryness and coldness will make him particularly uncomfortable.

The injuries left over three or four years ago have not healed, but are aggravating day after day, year after year. It is like a maggot in the tarsal bone, which can never be removed and becomes the biggest hidden danger in the body.

After several years of suffering, he couldn't even tell how long he could endure in the future.

Master Zhao taught as usual. The weather was cold and it was dark early. After school, Ji Xiaolou and Chi Zhen did not leave small kitchens, but asked the students to go home.

"Teacher, I will visit relatives tomorrow and I won't come to school."

"Teacher, my father said that my studies have improved so much, and I asked me to invite my teacher to have dinner at home tomorrow."

Master Zhao either agreed or refused, watching the students leave one after another, and felt calm and happy from the bottom of his heart, and laughed and scolded: "These gangs of gangsters. Alas, let you run slower..."

The students left and everything became quiet. He looked around and smiled slightly. Jijia Village compared with the outside world, so calm that it made people think that the time here had frozen.

He once thought that he was not suitable for such days, and he still yearned for the hustle and bustle and fame and fortune of the outside world. But after a few years, he had already adapted and quietly fell in love with this peaceful life.

"Probably because I'm old," he thought.

But in fact, he couldn't reach the word "old". It just increased his injury and made him lose his vitality: "There are more exciting things in the world, which is more suitable for Ji Zheng and Ji Shan to fight for and experience..."

Ji Dafu has already returned, so Ji Zheng's outstanding performance in the clan exam and his eventual evicting were brought back unexpectedly.

Thinking of Ji Zheng, he couldn't help but sigh slightly and worry about his favorite student. With his experience and vision, it is not difficult to guess that the reason why Ji Zheng's child was expelled was probably because he was accidentally involved in the struggle of the Ji family.

The struggles of aristocratic families, greed, stupidity, and intrigue have been exactly the same for thousands of years.

"It's a pity that Ji Zheng, a child, encountered such a thing as soon as he showed his amazing talent and strength."

But thinking about Ji Zheng's wildness and curiosity in his bones, he felt vaguely that with the child's personality, even without this disaster, he might not be able to get along with the Ji family.

While thinking, he returned home slowly. As soon as he pushed open the door, his whole body was immediately stiff.

Someone has been in the house!

The smell, temperature, and even the ash of charcoal fire in the house all illustrate this.

Mr. Zhao's face changed, his muscles relaxed, and he sighed, filled with anger and fear and other indescribable emotions: "It's been four years, and that thing has been four years. Unexpectedly, they really came to me..."

He sat down weakly, leaned against the back of the chair, silent for a while, as if his only vitality had been drained.

After a long time, his eyes and expression finally calmed down. After washing, he changed into clean clothes, walked out of the house, and came to a forest on the hillside.

A tall man in black in the forest turned his back to him, and then turned around and looked over without any emotion. Even if he didn't say a word, it was enough to make people feel a murderous atmosphere.

Master Zhao seemed to find that the man in black appeared in the woods and stared at the person: "Are you here to kill me?"

The man in black said: "Yes."

Sure enough, he was doomed! Master Zhao closed his eyes and opened them, and slowly said, "That happened four years ago?"

"yes."

"You are so patient! You have been chasing them all the time and were found. I only have one request. Can I make me die more clearly? Four years ago, what did Yan Guitou do, so that you are reluctant to give up!" Master Zhao said calmly.

The man in black said, "Yan Guitou stole something he shouldn't have touched! So, he must die, and you must die too."

Master Zhao gritted his teeth. For this thing, Yan Guitou died, Zhong Tieshan's entire mansion was wiped out, and himself... he was chased and almost died several times: "I just want to know what that thing is!"

The man in black sneered: "In the eight hours after Yan Guitou stole that thing, everyone he had contacted died. What was that thing? It was the matter of a big man. Do you think, I dare know what it was!"

Should I be a fool? Master Zhao is confused.

"Since your last words are finished, it's my turn now." The man in black slowly approached: "Where is your seven treasure mirror!"

How could this person know his Seven Treasure Mirror? Master Zhao didn't think much, and shook his head and said calmly: "I was chased by you and fell to tears. In the end, although I survived by luck, I drifted for 200 miles. The Seven Treasure Mirror has long been missing somewhere in the river."

"I don't believe it!"

The man in black raised his left hand coldly and vaguely saw through the faint moonlight that his left ring finger was obviously missing...

Master Zhao was shocked: "It's you?"

………

As soon as I returned to Jijia Village for ten days, Ji Zheng and the other two were so busy that they could not be happy, they saw a pale white and soul-striking banner hanging at the entrance of the village!

The soul-summoning banner floated around in the cold wind, like a lonely ghost, with an indescribable gloomy and bleak feeling.

When I first saw the gloomy white banner when I came back, I felt uneasy and I always felt something bad had happened.

"Is Uncle Jiu's great-grandmother passed away? Everyone said that she might not be able to stand it in the past two years." Ji Dawei guessed the old man.

What Ji Zheng thought to himself was that something happened to a hunter in the village!

No matter how smart a hunter is, he dares not say that he will definitely come back when entering the mountain. One mistake or one accidental one may disappear. This is not surprising in Jijia Village or any village that makes a living by hunting.

Ji Shan lost his mind: "Not even this banner, this banner is hung at the entrance of the village."

"My father said, if there is a white banner hanging at the entrance of a village." His face was pale quickly, and his voice became weaker and weaker in one sentence: "Often it is nothing more than a lot of people who died in the village, such as plagues, beast disasters, and bandits..."

Ji Zheng felt like he was hit by a slap, and his mind exploded with a buzzing sound.

I vaguely remembered that after the beast disaster when I was a child, the scenes of soul-summoning banners flying everywhere in the village, including my father Ji Bei...

Yes, it’s a big deal to hang banners at the entrance of the village!

"Mom! Brother!" Ji Zheng was stunned, and suddenly turned over and got off the horse and rushed into the village like crazy.
Chapter completed!