Chapter 1252 (2/2)

Although he grasped the blade, the power on the long sword pushed him out and hit the mountain wall again before he stopped.

And his hands never loosened the blade of Qingyun sword. Blood flowed from his hands and flowed down his arms.

”Go away!” Xu Sheng flung his arms and threw Qingyun sword aside.

”Bang Dang.” With a sound, Qingyun sword fell to the ground, and the sword Qi on it had been completely offset by his internal Qi, so Qingchengzi couldn't control the sword with Qi for a while.

”Ha ha...” Xu Sheng felt that the efficacy in his body was declining. He also knew that he would not live long. The moment when the efficacy disappeared was the end of his life.

”What are you laughing at!” Dongfang Hong whispered to Xu Sheng.

”I laugh that I'm still too bad to subvert your dignified dragon group!” Xu Sheng angrily scolded.

”Fart!” Dongfang Hong shouted angrily, and the long sword in his hand was sharp. When he was ready to start, old Yin stopped him.

”Xu Sheng, the dragon group treats you well, but what are you doing for?” Old Yin asked Xu Sheng in a deep voice.

This problem is not only Yin Lao, but also a question in everyone's mind. No one thought that Xu Shenghui was a traitor of the dragon group. He was rich and famous. No one could figure out the purpose of doing so.

”Yin, it's all because of you!” Xu Sheng roared.

”Me?” Yin Lao was also a fog. He didn't expect that the source of all this was because of himself.

”Pretend to be garlic, don't you? Do you know this?” Xu Sheng took out a cloth bag from his pants pocket. When the bag was opened, a jade hairpin appeared in his hand.

”This is...” when old Yin saw the jade hairpin, he was surprised and widened his eyes.

”You remember this time!” Xu Sheng said coldly

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Seventy years ago, there was an ancient lane in Yanjing.

The buildings here are old-fashioned buildings. There is a troupe in the depths of the ancient lane.

One minute on the stage and ten years off the stage, especially in the Peking Opera Troupe, every famous actor practices martial arts from an early age, three or nine times in winter and three or five times in summer, and gets up before dawn to practice his voice... In the troupe, children from poor families learn martial arts, and most of them are sold to the troupe.

If you do something wrong or do it badly, you will be beaten and scolded, even harder than practicing martial arts.

In the winter of this year, the sound of babbling came from the troupe just before dawn.

”Creak.” With a sound, the wooden door of the troupe opened, and a little girl dressed in a cotton padded jacket and pigtails, her face red with cold, and only eight or nine years old came out.

With a wooden food box in her hand, she ran happily in the ancient lane.

”Ah!” The little girl had just run a few steps when she tripped and her food box fell to the ground.

The food box contains several freshly steamed heads, steaming in the cold winter morning.

”It hurts.” The little girl patted the soil on her body and looked at her feet. She wanted to see what tripped her.

It was a ragged little beggar about ten years old.

In this cold winter, the little beggar was only wearing thin clothes and no shoes. He fell to the ground and didn't move. He didn't know whether he was frozen to death