"Oh... Go to Master Wu's place to take a look! I don't know if Master Wu can survive this winter!" After hearing Bai Qiuyue ask about his master, the village chief sighed and said to them quickly.

The houses in this village were built from bottom to top. Bai Qiuyue's family lives in the middle of the village. This is also the old homestead for their ancestors. The location of this homestead is not included or above. It can be said to be the best location in the village.

The house of Bai Qiyue’s family is obviously taller and more spacious than other people’s houses. Next to Bai Qiyue’s family is a small courtyard with only two rooms. The house of Bai Qiyue’s family is obviously built after Bai Qiyue’s money was sent back in recent years.

The small courtyard next to it is the residence of Master Bai Qiyue. Originally, Bai Qiyue's master had always lived on the top of the mountain. After he came back from the battlefield, he lived here in seclusion and built a house on the top of the mountain. He lived there for more than half a century.

Bai Qiyue's family had no conditions before, but since they built the house with the money sent by Bai Qiyue, they also built two rooms for his master at Bai Qiyue's request. However, Bai Qiyue's master said that he would not go down the mountain to live in, and the house became empty.

This winter, his master has been in poor health, so his family moved him next door to take care of him.

However, because of Bai Qiyue’s younger brother, their family has been staying in the hospital in Qi City recently. Yesterday, July’s father rushed back and saw that Master Qiyue was already lying on the bed, and it was very difficult for him to get up. If it weren’t for the help of the villagers, he would have starved to death at home.

He didn't expect that Master July was so ill. His son's illness was already very serious at that time. Because he could take care of himself when they left, so after they left enough food for the elderly, their whole family went to the hospital.

But he didn't expect that after he came back, he saw this situation, so he quickly called his son, but no one answered the phone and it was not until this morning that he told his son's friend and asked his son to come back quickly.

Because his son and his master have a very good relationship, it can be said that they are like grandparents and grandsons. In summer, July is basically spent on the mountain, and his master has lived here for nearly sixty years. Although he lives on the top of the mountain, he has already integrated with the village.

When many elderly people in this village were children, Bai Qiyue's master moved here. Because Bai Qiyue's master's surname is Wu, people in the village call him Grandpa Wu.

Moreover, the children in this village have been learning martial arts from him since childhood. Although they have not learned much, even if they cannot learn, their bodies have become much stronger, which greatly increases their chances of surviving in the mountains. Therefore, the villagers respect Mr. Wu very much. Most people call him Wu Ye, no matter how old they are, they see him.

Bai Qiuyue brought Xiao Yu and Mr. Li to his house and looked at the spacious house. A sense of relief appeared on his face. Why did he go out to work? Isn’t it just to let his family live a good life? Now he sees that his family lives well, and there is a lot of air-dried meat hanging under the eaves of the door, which shows that his family eats well.

Seeing that his family had a good meal and a good stay, he felt relieved.

"Dad...Dad..." Bai Qiuyue walked into his yard and shouted, and Xiao Yu and the others followed him to the yard.

"July, your father should be next door, where is your master!" Suddenly, a voice sounded among the villagers behind them.

It turned out that these villagers did not leave, but followed them far away. There were very few outsiders in their village. Now they saw such a large number of people coming, and they were brought back by Bai Qiuyue. It seems that Bai Qiuyue made a lot of money outside, which seems to be true.

Last time, a person from their village drove back in a car, so arrogant! He pressed the horn at the entrance of the village for ten minutes before getting off the car and going home. But look at Bai Qiuyue, he was not so arrogant when he came back directly by plane.

After hearing the news, they did not stop and turned around and left the yard and came to the next door.

The snow in the next yard was cleared a path, and they followed it to the house.

In the room, due to the cold weather, a very haggard old man was half lying on the earthen kang, while a middle-aged man in his fifties was sitting on the ground, burning the fire kang with dry firewood.

Although there was a hint of blue smoke in the house and people choked from time to time, the temperature in the house increased significantly, not as cold as outside.

"Bai San, is it because of July?" The old man lying on the bed, half lying there and said weakly. After saying this, he did not get enough energy for a long time.

"Master Wu, stop talking, have a good rest. When the road is ready, we will go to the hospital!" The man burning fire looked at the old man on the bed and said.

The old man opened his eyes and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. It was not that he didn't want to say it, but that he didn't have the strength to say anything.

"Master...Master..." Suddenly, a shout rang out of the yard.

"July, it's July back!" After hearing this sound, the old man, who was lying on the bed, sat up suddenly and said.

At this time, the man who was burning the fire also heard the sound. He quickly stood up and walked towards the door. He also heard that it was his son's voice. Although he had not seen his son for ten years, he occasionally called and he kept his son's voice firmly in his mind.

As soon as the man walked to the door, the curtain was lifted from outside. A young man walked in panic with the help of two middle-aged people.

"July, July, is it you? You are back!" The old man sitting on the bed seemed to have all his strength taken away. After saying this, he lay heavily on the bed without any movement.

"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?" Bai Qiuyue's face changed drastically when she saw the old man's appearance. She exclaimed, broke away from the hands of the two who were supporting him, rushed to the old man's side, shook his body and cried.

At this time, Li Suijun and several old men also walked in. Seeing the old man's situation like this, his face changed drastically. He quickly turned around and said to Xiao Yu, "Xiao Yu, hurry up, see what's wrong with the fifteenth brother?"

After Li Suijun and the others finished speaking, they looked at the old man on the bed. The old man had messy hair and looked very thin and haggard. Looking at the old man, they looked at the mountain village outside through the window. They could imagine what life the old man lived.

They were in the capital, and they were in charge of the power of life and death, but their brothers lived such a miserable life. Thinking of this, these nearly a hundred-year-old people shed tears of regret.

After Lao Shiwu left, they had a task at that time, so they could only send half of their staff to find it, but no matter how they looked, they couldn't find it. They had never given up searching for it over the years, but there was no news. Unexpectedly, Lao Shiwu hid in such a small mountain village.

"Old Fifteen, brothers, I'm sorry for you! I've made you suffer!" Looking at the old man lying on the bed, they felt very uncomfortable and silently told them.

Xiao Yu took two steps forward, put his hand on the old man's wrist, and carefully felt his pulse.

After a moment, Xiao Yu let go of his wrist and said to Li Suijun and the others: "Take off his clothes and I want to use needles!"

Xiao Yu flipped his hand and five golden needles appeared in his hand. Xiao Yu's heart also felt turbulent when he saw the old man's appearance, but the moment he took out the golden needle, the turbulent waves in his heart immediately calmed down and he became very calm.

After hearing Xiao Yu's words, Li Suijun and others did not see how they were doing. Then a few "swipe" sounds of breaking through the air came. Several people jumped to the old man and took off his shirt.

When Xiao Yu saw the movements of several people, his heart thumped. When these old men flashed, he didn't see clearly how they were moving. It can be said that their actions were as fast as lightning.

"What a strong strength..." After watching the actions of the few people, Xiao Yu took a breath and muttered to himself.

Xiao Yu was only able to see their strength. If he had fought with them like this, he would probably not be able to stop it in a round. Of course, Xiao Yu did not count his ability as a Tianshi. If he included it, he would not be afraid of them.

However, Xiao Yu's ability to be a master is not easily exposed.

Xiao Yu saw that Li Suijun and the others had already stripped the old man's clothes. Sure enough, there was also a flame-shaped scar on his chest. Seeing this scar, he suddenly thought of what his grandfather said, "If you want to pass on this tattoo, you must be supplemented by human skin!"

When he saw that Old Master Song and this man had such a scar on his body, he understood the meaning of his grandfather's words.

It turned out that the raw material for this tattoo was only a little bit, a seven-color flower growing in the Great Snow Mountains. At that time, they only found one, so when they wanted to pass on the tattoo, they had to get this piece off on him.

And you have to work with this piece of skin together, because only by adding their skin can the pigment be turned into water again, so that it can be pricked again. Although this is cruel, it effectively prevents the spread of tattoos, because this tattoo comes with great power.

Xiao Yu saw that Mr. Li and the others had already stripped the old man's clothes, calmed down, and held five golden needles in his hand and stabbed them into the old man's five internal organs.

“Buzz…”

After Xiao Yu stabbed the golden needle, he began to bounce. This time, Xiao Yu bounced very quickly, so the high-speed trembling golden needle suddenly made a sound like a mosquito.

"The Art of Death?"

The old man saw the position of Xiao Yuxing's needle and looked at the high-speed trembling golden needle. His originally anxious face suddenly turned into horror. The old men looked at each other and made a shocking sound from their mouths.

Although Li Suijun had long speculated, when he saw Xiao Yu's needlework, he still showed a hint of shock on his face.
Chapter completed!