Chapter 12: Rock-paper-scissors to decide life and death

"Tongzi, you are really perceptive."

[Ding, it's okay! ]

Ye Junlin shrugged his shoulders. He was almost moldy after staying in bed for so long. It was a good opportunity to go out and play, and take the cheap apprentice with him.

"Well, I also think the root cause is in Wei."

Xu Younian nodded.

"Master, how about this? I will go there myself and solve this matter."

Ye Junlin said.

Shua!

All eyes in the hall were focused on Ye Junlin.

Xu Younian stroked his beard and smiled, "Junior Brother Ye is more direct. If you go, I believe this matter can be solved quickly."

"Okay, see you later."

Ye Junlin left the hall.

Looking at the back figure going away, the leader of Cangjian Peak said with some worry: "Well, can Junior Brother Ye really handle it?"

"You are such a blockhead. In this small wasteland state, what else can be difficult for a god to be transformed?" The leader of Fuxiang Peak rolled his eyes.

In the wasteland state, the god of transformation means invincibility!

"If even he can be dealt with, then this wasteland state is really hopeless." Xu Younian's smile gradually faded, and he said seriously: "Everyone, hurry up to practice, don't think too much, don't let Junior Brother Ye down!"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded.

...

In the East Region, the wasteland state is very small, and its location is very remote. It is called a remote place by the cultivators in other states.

But!

This is what the cultivation world says.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the deserted state is boundless. From one country to another, even if you travel by boat and horse, it will take at least two or three months. If it is far, you may not even reach it in this lifetime.

The sky is full of clouds and mist.

Two figures are like flowing light, passing one after the other.

Ye Junlin hummed a tune and admired the beautiful river in the distance.

Hong Qianye stared at the back of the figure, thinking of the things that happened in Piaomiao Peak before, and felt more and more aggrieved.

"Forget it, there are plenty of opportunities on the road!"

"Wait until you fall into my hands, I will definitely make you look good!"

Ye Junlin had a faint smile on his lips, and he could clearly feel that the guy behind him had a lot of resentment.

"Haha, it seems that you are very convinced."

"In that case, I will slowly train you."

Not long.

They came from the sky above the Wei Dynasty.

Looking around, cities of all sizes were scattered in an orderly manner.

Ordinary people looked like ants, very small.

From the moment of birth, fate was almost decided. Some people were well-dressed and enjoyed wealth, some were poor and destitute, eating coarse food, some worked hard and finally became seriously ill...

In this world, only cultivating immortals can reverse fate!

"Hmm? There seems to be something going on down there."

Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes.

Hong Qianye looked over and said in a casual tone: "Oh, it looks like a group of horse bandits are looting a village."

He was used to this kind of thing.

"Really? Go down and take a look."

As he said that, Ye Junlin's expression moved and he flew towards the village.

"Boring."

Hong Qianye curled his lips and had to follow behind.

At this time

Taohua Village.

Fire rushed out, and the smoke filled the air.

Many villagers were driven by horse bandits like animals to the open space in the center of the village.

Those who were not obedient and tried to escape were killed by the vicious horse bandits!

Sobbing, crying, and begging for mercy sounded in this originally peaceful and harmonious village.

"Heroes, our village is a well-known poor place. We only have chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep that we raise on weekdays. If you want to take them, take them all. Don't hurt the innocent people in the village."

The village chief of Taohua Village, with a head full of white hair, came forward to plead with a cane.

"Go to hell!"

A horse bandit kicked impatiently, and the village chief screamed and fell to the ground, lying on the ground spitting blood.

There were about a hundred horse bandits in total. They looked fierce and carried sharp long knives, driving hundreds of villagers together.

The villagers were trembling with fear, and men, women, old and young were all filled with fear.

"Master, they are all here."

A younger brother said respectfully.

The master of Black Wind Village rode a tall horse and walked out of the team calmly.

Surprisingly, this horse bandit leader was not a rough man, but a scholar. At first glance, he thought he was a teacher in a private school.

The master of Black Wind Village looked down with a condescending look, and his face was calm as usual.

Among them, he saw a young man and woman in the crowd, wearing eye-catching red clothes, obviously the bride who was about to enter the bridal chamber.

The leader of the Black Wind Village sneered, pointed at the two men, and ordered: "Drag them out."

"Yes, leader!"

Several younger brothers stepped forward immediately.

"I want it!"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

The newlyweds were pushed to the ground.

Their eyes were full of fear, and they were worried about their own fate.

The leader of the Black Wind Village turned over and got off the horse, walked in front of the bride, held her chin, looked directly at this tender and pretty face, and said with a smile: "She is quite pretty."

"Spare me, spare my life."

The woman said in fear.

"Let my wife go! Don't touch her!"

What did the man want? His eyes were bloodshot.

The villagers knew it well, and lowered their heads to bear to look directly.

Who would have thought.

The leader of the Black Wind Village asked, "Do you love your man?"

The woman was stunned. She didn't expect that the bandit leader would suddenly ask this question.

The woman nodded gently, "Yes."

The leader of the Black Wind Village turned to look at the man, "Then do you love her?"

The man looked honest and sincere. Facing the question from the leader of the Black Wind Village, he shouted excitedly, "Of course I love her! She and I have been childhood sweethearts since we were young! When I grew up, I finally got my wish and married her! I swear to treat her well for the rest of my life!"

"Brother Tiezhu~"

Xiaomei choked with tears.

The leader of the Black Wind Village was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed at another villager.

The subordinate understood and immediately pulled the villager out. In the eyes of countless people in fear, he swung a knife to cut off his neck.

Puff!

The blood stained the ground red, the skull rolled on the ground, and the face was full of despair.

"Ah!"

The crowd exclaimed.

The head had its eyes wide open, and it died with its eyes closed.

The leader of the Black Wind Village smiled playfully, raised his foot and kicked lightly, and the head rolled in front of the couple who loved each other.

Xiaomei was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she dared not look at the dead head.

Tiezhu's face turned pale, and he was terrified.

"You two, I suddenly have a very interesting idea."

The leader of the Black Wind Village chuckled and said, "You two play rock-paper-scissors, and the winner will be decided in one round. Whoever loses will die!"

"But I promise you, you have half an incense stick of time to discuss privately..."

Hearing this.

Tiezhu and Xiaomei looked at each other, and they understood why they had to do this.

The smile of the leader of the Black Wind Village gradually turned cold, and his tone suddenly became fierce, "What? You want to play? Then you all go to hell!"

"Let's play!"

Tiezhu spoke quickly, it's better to die alone than to die with two people.

"Well, let's start."

The leader of the Black Wind Village waved his hand.

Tiezhu immediately pulled Xiaomei to squat at the foot of the wall, and said to her seriously: "Xiaomei, I will use my fists and you will use the cloth, you can survive."

Xiaomei's eyes were red, and she sobbed: "Brother Tiezhu, if you want to do this, I want you to die."

Tiezhu showed an honest smile and touched the woman's head, "I said that I will treat you well for the rest of my life."

"Brother Tiezhu, we will be husband and wife in the next life..."

Xiaomei cried heartbrokenly.

The two leaned on each other and enjoyed the brief tranquility.

Half an incense stick passed.

A cold voice came, "Time is up, bring them here!"

"Yes!"

Tiezhu and Xiaomei were brought to the Black Wind Village leader by several men.

The Black Wind Village leader said calmly: "We are ready, let's start."

"Wait!"

Tiezhu stared at the middle-aged man and said with courage: "Are you sure the winner will be alive?"

"How dare you question our leader!" A younger brother shouted angrily.

The Black Wind Village leader smiled and said: "Of course, I don't dare to lie to you."

"Okay then."

Tiezhu exhaled heavily.

He said to Xiaomei in front of him seriously: "Come on."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

The two played rock-paper-scissors.

When the result came out, Tiezhu was stunned.

Xiaomei's pretty face flashed with surprise, and then she burst into tears, "I was wrong, you want to kill me, you want to kill me..."

"Hahaha!"

The leader of the Black Wind Village laughed with his head raised, and his laughter was full of endless ridicule.

According to the previous agreement, Tiezhu did play the stone.

But Xiaomei played the scissors...