Besides leading his brothers to practice formations, he would sit quietly under the tree and smoke.
Every time he thought that the baby was so young and had just seen the world, he was caught, and he kept blaming himself.
"Son, it's all dad's fault. If I hadn't been too impulsive, how could you have been taken away."
He wanted to cry when he thought of how Murong Chuixue had lured Wang Chuxia and the baby out that night and put Wang Chuxia and the baby in danger.
I smoked one cigarette after another, and soon the last cigarette was smoked.
Su Hong looked at him from a distance.
My heart hurts so much that I can't describe it.
This month the young master has become much more haggard and has lost a lot of weight.
Su Hong tried her best to make the young master happy, but she tried everything. Although the young master looked relaxed on the outside, Su Hong knew how miserable he was in his heart.
At this time, Su Hong walked over again and sat quietly beside him to accompany him.
"Su Hong, I plan to take action tomorrow."
Zhao Qianye put out the last cigarette.
After these few days, the injured brother has almost recovered and cannot wait any longer.
"Okay, whatever the young master does, Su Hong will support you."
Su Hong nodded.
As long as the young master opens his mouth, Su Hong will fight to the death. She has long regarded herself as the young master's person, and she will follow him in life and death.
Zhao Qianye has been meditating at night, preparing for tomorrow's battle.
The brothers were the same, studying formations and tactics under the leadership of Yang Huoshan.
And Su Hong had already distributed the herb that could resist the aura of the strong to everyone.
Because tomorrow we are facing a grand master, and without this herb, we will not be able to even get close to him, let alone fight him.
At this time Zhou Qian and Xia Ziyan came over.
After several days of training, Zhou Qian's injuries have healed by 60 to 70%. Although he has not yet reached his peak state, he is much better than the average gold-level master.
"Master Zhao, I request to participate in the battle. This time it is not Yunling Mountain cooperating with you, but my personal request to participate in the battle."
When she walked in front of Zhao Qianye, Zhou Qian knelt down.
This surprised Zhao Qianye, but he did not help him.
"Zhou Qian, I've already said that I will definitely do what I have to do, and I won't ask for your Yunling Mountain, so you don't have to do this."
Zhao Qianye said calmly.
"Master Zhao, I am sincerely willing to participate in the battle. I cannot guarantee that for others, but I, Zhou Qian, am determined to fight to the end."
Zhou Qian knocked her head to the ground.
Yunling Mountain used to be such a proud existence. As the second disciple of Yunling Mountain, Zhou Qian's status was so noble. Except for his master, Taoist Yunxia, Zhou Qian had never knelt down before anyone.
"Zhou Qian, whether you want to go to the war or not is your right. You don't need to tell me."
Zhao Qianye remained resolute.
After being cheated twice, he was really scared, and he no longer dared to put his brothers in danger just for the so-called belief.
"Thank you, Master Zhao. I must do what I said, otherwise I will voluntarily jump off the cliff and die..."
Zhou Qian knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhao Qianye three times before standing up and leaving.
At this time, Xia Ziyan also said: "Brother Zhao, don't worry, I will definitely follow you."
After she finished speaking, she left with Zhou Qian.
In fact, Zhao Qianye still believed in Xia Ziyan.
Although her cultivation is the weakest among the top ten disciples of Yunling Mountain, her character is the best.
In the first cooperation, Yunlingshan refused to send anyone, but Xia Ziyan ran away secretly.
The second time they cooperated, everyone in Yunling Mountain retreated, but Xia Ziyan insisted on her promise and refused to retreat.
Looking at Zhou Qian and Xia Ziyan leaving, Zhao Qianye couldn't help but sigh.
In fact, Zhou Qian is not of much use to him now. Now he mainly relies on formations to deal with the masters of the Murong family.
As for the injured Zhou Qian, it was impossible for him to integrate into the formation. At most, he could only help himself to block a gold-level master from the opponent.
But since he is unconditionally willing to participate in the war, let him participate in the war. In short, one more person is not more, and one less him does not matter. (To be continued)