Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

The child who was rescued by Seventeen and Xiao Ziyu was finally sent to a branch office of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect. He was missing an arm and his family was separated, but somehow he saved his life. When he bid farewell to Xiao Ziyu, his eyes were red and his eyes were red. There is light in it.

"I must practice the sword well, and in the future I will also become a hero like my big sister, walking the rivers and lakes to help the poor and save people from the water and fire!"

She was missing an arm, but fortunately she lacked everything.

Xiao Ziyu wore the washed grayish-yellow white clothes, raised his hand and rubbed the child's hair, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Seventeen hid in the dark, watching Xiao Ziyu still riding the thin bay red horse swaying forward, his clothes half torn, and the only different wine on his side changed from cheap shochu to more expensive daughter red.

Seventeen was very puzzled.

It seemed that in just an instant, the young man in white clothes that stood proudly on the top of the mountain fell into the quagmire, rolling all over the mud, and he was willing to do so.

Seventeen could only sigh and shook his head.

I thought that she really didn't understand what this rich and famous family child was thinking.

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Xiao Ziyu has traveled in the rivers and lakes for three years, drank a lot of valuable wine on the prosperous long street, searched for a rare sword in the world, and even was deceived by street tricks to be penniless, lost in the dense forest to a complete embarrassment. .

She is no longer the spotless young man in white.

Everyone in the arena sighed and said that she fell into the red dust and was trapped by Shizhang Ruanhong, neglecting martial arts, and it was a pity that she had lost a piece of raw jade.

She has not made a name for herself in the arena. Sometimes people who are admiringly looking for her to challenge her are always upset when they see her down and down. There are accusers, cursors, and disappointments, but there are countless people who are disappointed, but except for the extremely vicious , She always keeps a life.

She never kills easily, is not easy to fight, does not love war, does not chase fame and fortune, is no longer motivated, and is as unstoppable as a sword out of its sheath.

However, the rivers and lakes never praised her kindness, but sighed that her sharp sword was blunt after all.

Seventeen always silently acquiesced when she heard it. There was a kind of anger in her heart. She couldn't find the reason, but she was a little sad.

In the past three years, she had walked with Xiao Ziyu. She always felt that Xiao Ziyu was not what the world said, but she did see Xiao Ziyu's sword blunt.

The momentum is not as sharp as before, and the moves are far less swift than before.

Seventeen sneakily followed Xiao Ziyu to Jiangnan in March, and a few peach blossoms fell sparsely on the branches, and the teahouse was bustling.

Seventeen went in and sat for a cup of tea and rushed out with a sword.

The sword was not out of its sheath, and there were screams behind him.

And also the voice changed-she just slapped her mouth.

She never knew that those people could be so vicious. Xiao Ziyu was just a stranger who had never known them before. They didn't understand, and what qualifications did they have to speak wildly and yell at her?

The teahouse owner behind him was trembling: "Young man, you broke the tables and chairs in my shop, look at this--"

Seventeen untied the purse and slapped it on the table, turned around and carried the sword, and strode towards the opposite inn.

Although she had secretly followed Xiao Zi for three years, they had never fought each other in the past three years.

However, unlike Xiao Ziyu's three years of dreaming, there has never been a day in the seventeen years of the past three years that martial arts practice has been abandoned, and he has been slack.

She stood downstairs in the inn, saluted very solemnly, and said loudly: "In the next seventeenth, please fight Xiao Shaoxia."

That was the first time that she stood in front of Xiao Ziyu so cherished. Unlike her young martial artist, she was different from a sneak attack. She solemnly made a break.

The carved window of the inn was pushed open, and the knight holding a sword sighed and stepped down on the tiles.

Until many years later, the peak of the war was still talked about by the children of the rivers and lakes.

An unfamiliar ranger, a shameless knight, fought heartily in the peach blossom and flowing Jiangnan March.

The ranger was unstoppable all the way, his sword light resembled Xiao Ziyu who had been fledgling at the beginning of the year, but he was defeated by Xiao Ziyu's endless sword power.

Seventeen understood that Xiao Ziyu's sharpness had been revealed, but Xiao Ziyu had already understood what is good for a sword to be sheathed before her, and he was able to retract and release freely.

It is said that a hidden hero happened to enjoy the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. He passed by after watching the competition and stood up with excitement, saying: "From now on, there will be no more than two sons."

Xiao Ziyu once again became famous all over the world. Of course, the world never forgets to bring up another name when talking about her.

"Oh, the ranger who lost to Xiao Shaoxia, her name is seventeen, and she is also a remarkable figure."

Having said that, there is quite a bit of pity for Ji Shengyu and He Shengliang.

Seventeen, in this life, probably will not forget the fireworks on that day in Jiangnan. The man stood in front of her in a gray shirt with a scorching peach blossom behind him, and said softly: "Accept."

She proved that Xiao Ziyu was never a waste of the world's population, however, she lost.

It was a complete failure.

From twelve to twenty years old, from her youth to her crown, from beginning to end, losing again and again, she really exhausted all her strength, but never won.

——Never.

Her eyes were sore, and the light in front of her eyes dimmed in the blur.

Xiao Ziyu stood in front of her, shut off all the inquiring eyes.

——She couldn't help closing her eyes again, and dry tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

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Only three days after the match, Xiao Ziyu hurried back to Xiaoshan. Seventeen was missing earlier than Xiao Ziyu. After the match, her tears ran out and she immediately rode away from Jiangnan.

She heard that Xiao Ziyu once chased her with a horse, and then lost her track because of the delay of all kinds of admirers who came here.

On the fourth day, she went back again.

Back in Jiangnan, like Xiao Ziyu back then, with two pots of wine beside her, she got drunk where she had lost.

On the third day she was drunk, she was suddenly stopped in the street by a group of Xiaoyao disciples.

Xiaoyao sent his disciples a little disappointed when they saw her, probably because they felt that she lost the battle and couldn't let go of it.

But at last he was very polite.

"Your Excellency is the Seventeen Young Heroes? The teacher is sent to Xiaoyao as a guest, and we are here to invite the Young Heroes to Xiaoyao for a talk."

Seventeen held his forehead and was confused for a while before he answered in surprise, "Master?"

——

It was indeed the master, who changed into a clean snow satin robe, with white hair hanging down his shoulders, and he was really good-looking when he stood with his hands in his hands.

Seventeen received a grand reception at the Xiaoyao School, which made her quite flattered.

Only when I went up the mountain did I know that Xiaoyao faction had led the establishment of a martial arts alliance against Xiaoshan. Because I heard that Master had fought against the leader of Xiaoshan and didn’t lose the wind, I specially invited people to go up the mountain. Therefore, they were invited along with Seventeen One.

The Xiaoyao faction also specially organized a reception banquet for the two masters and apprentices. At the banquet, young disciples continued to flatter themselves: "Just as the martial arts senior said, the future will all belong to the seventeen brothers. Except today’s younger generation, Who of Brother Seventeen dared to shake Xiao Ziyu Jianfeng and fight Xiao Ziyu?"

Seventeen ate food in silence, thinking that he could indeed fight, but he just lost.

The bird's nest in her mouth was a little bit ignorant. She suddenly raised her head and asked, "Where is the wine?"

A disciple served her wine diligently, but she happened to see the master sitting above her.

The master looked at her with a smile, but his eyes were as calm as a star river, and there was a deep disappointment and melancholy.

The daughter's good wine suddenly got his throat.

——

Seventeen knelt on the bluestone in the yard for a long time before the master finally opened the door.

The master who changed his Chinese clothes was still like the old beggar of the year, rushing out with a disheveled hair: "Babbit rabbit, have you let the teacher go to sleep?"

Seventeen refused to look up: "Tui'er disappointed Master."

"What are you disappointed in?" The master yawned and sat down beside her: "Disappointed you lost to Xiao Ziyu?"

"Is not it?"

The master was angrily: "Naturally not. It is more normal for people with inferior skills to live in rivers and lakes. I am angry about how you live like Xiao Ziyu? How could the apprentice I received was taught by the old thief Xiao Dingshan Stupid?"

Seventeen stunned.

"I, I never--"

"No, no, no, not yet? The number of martial arts you speak and do is exactly the same as that of the stereotypical Xiao Ziyu. You said that our master and apprentice have been so serious for so many years. It's how old thief Xiao educates his disciples!"

Seventeen opened his mouth in vain.

Master was very disgusted and tore at the ragged sleeves of Seventeen, very distressed: "You don't need money for eating and drinking new clothes here. What are you wearing in ragged clothes?"

Seventeen choked, it turned out that they were all born in poverty and used to being poor.

"Three years of painstaking practice, and walking through the red dust, from the white-robed young man in the mountain gate to the young swordsman who has lived through the world, she has truly returned to the basics and achieved the consummation of kendo."

There was a rare expression of appreciation in the master's eyes, and he turned to Seventeen.

"But that's her Xiao Ziyu's way, not yours. If you stick to the path Xiao Ziyu walked, you won't be able to beat her in your entire life."

The master patted Seventeen on the shoulder and stood up: "Seventeen, you should let go of your obsession and look for the sword that really belongs to you."

After two steps, the master stopped again, looked at the bewildered disciple, and said disgustedly: "Go back and change your tattered clothes. I really lose my face as a teacher."

...Seventeen's mouth twitched for a while.

Really think you are a hero in silk satin? I never disliked you, an old beggar before.

Seventeen persisted and knelt in front of the Master's door all night. Even though he still didn't realize his way when he knelt till dawn, he understood one thing at any rate.

She made herself the shadow of Xiao Ziyu, so she could not beat Xiao Ziyu. She should walk out of Xiao Ziyu's shadow and use her feet to walk out a way that truly belonged to her.

When the sky was bright, Seventeen kicked open the door and changed into a brand new dress.

The disciples of the Xiaoyao faction felt that two liars had come up on the mountain, who were dedicated to cheating and drinking.

The old one pretended to be a hero for three days, and the little one pretended to be a decadent ranger for two days, and then his true shape was revealed.

Occasionally, Xiaoyao sent a disciple who came here holding a sword and wanted to come over and ask for two tricks.

Seventeen was comprehending her way, eating free food while comprehending, where there was so much time to deal with this, so frankly refused.

This face doesn't look good.

Xiaoyao sent disciples unavoidably getting a little arrogant and furious. They drew their swords and rushed to chop. Seventeen did not hide. They grabbed the chicken bones that had been eaten halfway around and shot as fast as lightning, but they were quite accurate, sticking them straight into their chests and hair. Above the crown.

With one mind and one head, if this is not a chicken bone, then the loss is probably life.

Xiaoyao sent his disciples to escape by crawling through the door.

Seventeen slowly wiped his hands clean, and looked back at the still appetizing Master: "Really going to hit Laoshan?"

"Otherwise?" The master's voice was vague, "Anyway, the same purpose will be achieved."

Seventeen was surprised: "The head of the Xiaoyao faction also wants the life of Xiao head?"

"That's not true." The master burped. "It is said that Xiaoshan has recently acquired a treasure with some powerful martial arts moves inscribed on it. It's nothing more than guilty. Don't look at the Xiaoyao faction and find a bunch of reasons. In fact, it is just thinking. Take the treasure as your own."

Seventeen puzzled: "Then handing over the baby will be enough? Just one and a half strokes. Lingshan's swordsmanship is great, and there is no shortage of these two moves. If there is a battle, it will really be countless deaths and injuries."

The master glanced at her for nothing. "You don't understand this. Once you shout out this slogan, you don't lose one trick or one trick. What you lose is the face of the sect. To these decent sects, who is not more face than the sky?"

Seventeen was dumb for a while, and said sincerely: "I don't understand."

The master was silent for a moment and set an example: "Actually I don't understand."

...

But even if they didn't know anything, the two masters and apprentices still set off with a group of people in the world on the day of the war.

The master stood at the front as a hero, standing with a sword with a sense of spirit. Seventeen rode a horse and followed slowly, taking a nap from time to time.

Xiaoshan is still the same as before, with flowing clouds flowing around Qingfeng, and the vendors under the mountain hawking and selling sesame seed cakes. I don't know why, but Seventeen feels a little kind inexplicably.

After all, I’ve been eating pancakes for three years here.

Master slowly fell behind, and finally got close to Seventeen: "Good apprentice, how about Master asking you to eat wontons?"

Seventeen didn't hesitate to ride the horse immediately and leave the team quietly. After all, Master is so stingy, how difficult it is to get him a meal.

Half a bowl of wontons, Seventeen will inevitably worry: "This time Xiaoyao has entangled half of the martial arts, can Xiaoshan survive?-You say, we are so open and lazy, aren't we not kind?"

After all, I have eaten free food for so long.

"It's impossible not to be able to withstand it. I still know the martial arts of the old thief Xiao, even if the three Xiaoyao masters add up and beat the horse, they can't catch up." .

Before the words were over, the sky of blue sky and white sun suddenly exploded an unsightly firework.

The master's expression instantly changed, and he rushed up the mountain when he lifted the sword.

Seventeen and Master rushed out at the same time.

She knew that firework, and it would only release the signal when the Lingshan Sword Sect was in danger.

The more you go up the mountain, the louder the fight. Almost everyone gets red eyes, the swords and swords continue to show off, almost rushing up to cut when they don't know them. Fortunately, the seventeen light skills are good, almost stepping on her sword all the way. To the top of the mountain.

There are many people in the tangled arena of the Xiaoyao faction. Naturally, they are playing a crowded tactic. There are three levels inside and three levels outside. It is not even clear whether the people inside are dead or alive.

I faintly heard someone whispering that there was a disciple in Xiaoshan who had been bought by the head of Xiaoyao, who had been drugged in the head of Xiaoyao's diet, and head of Xiao was now very poisoned.

Seventeen squeezed vigorously, but for a moment, he was squeezed out again. Across the thick walls of people, Seventeen heard a muffled hum, like the head of Xiao.

It seems to have suffered internal injuries, and the injuries are quite serious.

Seventeen was trying hard to squeeze again, suddenly a lingering sword intent swept around, the bluestone on the ground cracked with two cracks, he was chopped out an inch-long gully, and the dead leaves at the end of autumn were also cut across the sky by this sword intent. Swirling.

Standing in the sky full of fallen leaves, the master was so angry that he sang his dantian and shouted: "You get out of the way and let me fight the old thief Xiao!"

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then came the overjoyed voice of the head of the Xiaoyao faction: "Good job!"

Xiao Dingshan is not an ordinary person after all. Even though the poison is deep, the fighting is still amazing at this time. They won't feel very comfortable if they want to come. Now Xiao Dingshan's enemies are rushing over to seek revenge. They are naturally happy.

So the crowd automatically divided a broad road, looking forward to the peak duel of the two masters.

Seventeen who is struggling to squeeze forward: "..."

The master suddenly turned around halfway, "Seventeen, you go to Xiao Ziyu to resolve the grievances between you and her."

Seventeen grasped the hilt of the sword, and was stunned for a moment.

People in the arena who watched the excitement are not too big of trouble immediately pointed out: "Xiao Ziyu is in the back mountains!"

Seventeen expressionlessly glanced at the vocalist, and swept back towards the mountain.

Among the younger generation of Xiaoyao school disciples, there was no enemy who had passed Xiao Ziyu, and the shots of the older generation were too costly, so Hou Shan eventually implemented the crowd tactics.

Xiaoyao sent the disciples to stand densely for three laps, falling down one batch and then going to another batch. It was obvious that I couldn't beat you, but I was dying of you.

——Just to bully you, how can you drop?

Seventeen carried the sword and rushed forward, sweeping away the people in the way in front of him, and a sword went forward.

"Step aside!"

The disciple of the Wei Xiaoyao faction really wanted to serve this guy who was cheating and drinking and arrogant and not knowing the heights of the sky together with Xiao Ziyu.

——After all, the phrase "then the world will be huge, only these two sons" is really uneasy in the hearts of people who really listen to it.

But now that business matters, everything else has to be put aside first, not to mention that Leng Touqing actively asks to take the lead, not for nothing.

So everyone looked at each other and gave way in a tacit understanding.

It was a long road, full of people, and at the end of the road was Xiao Ziyu.

——She is still fighting hard.