"Big brother, there have been rumors in the past two days, the god of war lost contact when he took a plane back to Chujiang from Shicheng the day before yesterday, and even the official family just announced this morning that he had been buried in the vast snowy region of the Lahia Mountains, let's come here, can he still appear?"

Thanks to the miraculous medical skills of the sphenoid bone doctor Shennong Zhiqiu, the demon king Shi Jingtian, who was severely injured by the little monk who forgot the sword at the ferry of the Tongtian River in Shicheng that day, only took three days to recover from his injuries.

At this moment, the demon king Shi Jingtian who was rocking the boat no longer had the arrogant and unruly arrogance he had before, but instead had a kind of peace, a peace that was even more silent than this lifeless mist.

Martial God Shi Dangdang asked lightly: "Do you think that a person who was buried in the vast snowy region just because the plane lost contact will be among the Underground World Divine Mansions at the age of twenty?

"That's right...... But since everyone said that he had an accident, if something really happened to him, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to live with those leisurely mouths!" For the words of the martial god Shi Dad, the demon king Shi Jingtian did not have the slightest surprise, and replied with a deep meaning, still said calmly: "Such a quiet day, it is suitable for a drink, if it is a dancing knife and a gun, it is a bit of a bad scenery! I just don't know if the god of war will go to the appointment?"

"He will!" Martial God Shi Dangdang said without the slightest hesitation: "Just because he is a generation of war gods, he will definitely not miss the appointment! Moreover, the old man can feel that he is in Chu Jiang, just around here, and he will appear soon!"

As he spoke, the aroma of grilled fish suddenly penetrated through the layers of mist and diffused across the entire Liangjiang River.

The demon king Shi Jingtian and the martial god Shi Dadang, who have been floating in the rivers and lakes for most of their lives and have tasted the delicacies of the world, couldn't help but move slightly after smelling the smell of grilled fish.

This fragrance is so familiar! It is clearly the specialty of the butterfly bone doctor Shennong Zhiqiu!

"But the medical immortal is here?" Shaoqing, the demon king Shi Jingtian breathed out the breath of the dantian, and the voice was a sentence.

The angry shout instantly overshadowed Jiang Tao, penetrated the layers of mist, and spread far away on the surface of the river.

"Martial God, don't come to harm!" Before the words of the Demon King Shi Jingtian fell, another hearty voice came from the thick fog, but it was not Shennong Zhiqiu's voice.

Martial God Shi, who had been sitting quietly on the bow of the boat, got up when he heard the sound and followed the sound to look over!

Demon King Shi Jingtian's face changed slightly, and he controlled the boat to move closer in the direction where the voice came from.

The owner of the voice is none other than Mo Wentian, the god of war who should have been "gone" in that plane crash!

Another quarter of an hour passed, but I saw a little monk rowing a flat boat, carrying a pair of young boys and girls, approaching this side.

It was the little monk who forgot the sword, Mo Wentian and Zhou Yingxue.

On the boat, there is a table with two cups and chopsticks on it.

On the bow of the boat, Zhou Yingxue is taking care of the barbecue grill.

The charcoal fire in the barbecue grill is booming, and there are two river fish on it, and the rich fragrance is constantly emanating from the river fish!

"Snow girl......" Martial God Shi dared to wait until Mo Wentian's boat approached, first greeted Mo Wentian, and then looked at Zhou Yingxue, who was waving his hand at this side, and blurted out a title that had not been spoken for many years!

Among the younger generation, the one who used to please the martial god stone the most was Zhou Yingxue.

Before Zhou Yingxue was ten years old, every year on the birthday of the martial god Shi Dang, Shi Saihua and his wife would take her to Shicheng to stay for a few days. Every now and then, Zhou Yingxue will pester the martial god Shi Dangdang, and the martial god Shi Dangdang has always called her "Snow Girl".

It's a pity that it has been nearly ten years since that incident happened, and Zhou Yingxue has never set foot in Shicheng for half a step! This has also become a regret for Martial God Shi to be careful.

Now, when Chu Jiang suddenly met, he couldn't control the emotions in his heart, and even his voice trembled slightly.

"Grandpa!" Zhou Yingxue's heart was also extremely excited, her eyes were already flashing with tears, and she shouted with a whimper in joy.

"The fog on the river, if the Martial God doesn't dislike it, please get on the boat and get together!" Mo Wentian made a "please" gesture towards the Martial God Shi Dang.

Martial God Shi dared to say loudly: "When the friends of the gods meet, the old man is not welcome!"

As soon as the words fell, a figure jumped up from the boat, lightly tapped twice on the river, and followed the boat where Mo Wentian was swaying slightly, and the martial god Shi Dangdang was already standing opposite Mo Wentian.

The little monk who forgot the sword still controlled the ship, and there was no surprise at the arrival of the martial god.

"Grandpa, sit down! Try the grilled fish specially prepared for you by your granddaughter first!" Zhou Yingxue wiped the tears in her eyes, glanced at Mo Wentian again, and then stepped forward to hold the martial god Shi Dangdang and let him sit at the small table, and after Mo Wentian also sat down, he brought the freshly grilled river fish over.

"I can't imagine that I will be a lot older, and in the end I can taste a bite of the grilled fish prepared by my granddaughter, okay! God of War, please!"

Martial God Shi dared to smile heartily, and ate it unceremoniously.

That demeanor, where is the martial god stone that makes countless people frightened?

In this scene, where is the duel between the two underground world gods of the Great Xia Kingdom?

Half an hour later, two dozen catties of river fish and a jar of aged wine were all eaten clean by the martial god Shi Dangdang and the god of war Mo Wentian.

"Well, it's really a pleasure to be able to have such a big meal with Xiaoyou in my life!Martial God, take a step to speak!" Martial God Shi Dare wiped his mouth and praised, and then said a word to Mo Wentian, and then flashed back to the small boat where the Demon King Shi Jingtian was.

"Barbarian...... The smile on Zhou Yingxue's face froze instantly, and she subconsciously held Mo Wentian's hand, and her two slender hands were covered with cold sweat.

"It's okay, wait for me here!" Mo Wentian gently patted the back of Zhou Yingxue's hand, and then flashed on the Ye Xiaozhou.

As soon as the Demon King Shi Jingtian's arms were forced, the boat immediately went down the river like an arrow from the string, and disappeared into the vast mist in a blink of an eye.

Zhou Yingxue watched Mo Wentian's straight and slender figure disappear from her field of vision, and her heart suddenly rose to her throat.

When the only two Underground World Divine Residences in the Great Xia Kingdom met in the land of the covenant, what else could they do except fight for life and death?

The two sides of the decisive battle, on one side are the grandfather he has always respected, and on the other hand, he is the person he loves deeply. It's just that these two closest people are now going to fight to the death!

"God, how unfair you are!" Zhou Yingxue suddenly felt uneasy in her heart, and she couldn't suppress it anymore, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and shout.

The only thing that answered her was the sound of Jiang Tao lapping on the shore.

The fog seems to be getting thicker.

"Master, you don't have to worry, between the two of them, there will be no endless fights, and it is even likely that there will be no fight at all!"

"What are you talking about?Little monk, do you know something?" Zhou Yingxue suddenly turned around when she heard this, and said with eagerness on her face: "By the way, let's go to them, we must not let them really fight! Little monk, go quickly, hurry up! Come, I'll help you row!"

As he spoke, he ran to the stern of the boat, snatched an oar and was about to row.

"Master!" the little monk of the forgotten sword held down the oar and said, "You can wait here with peace of mind! Believe me, they won't really fight! We just need to wait here!"

"They...... Why are you so sure?" Zhou Yingxue looked at the little monk who forgot the sword, a little incredulous.

The little monk who forgot the sword grinned and smiled: "Because the little monk is confident that he will not look away, the martial god and my master, what they have in their hearts is not personal fame and fortune, but the people of the mountains and rivers!

Hearing what the little monk said, Zhou Yingxue thought about it carefully, and if this was the case, the heart hanging in the air was a little calmer, and he nodded in a daze and said, "I hope ......"

His eyes were always firmly fixed on the direction in which Mo Wentian and Martial God Shi Dangdang were gone, and they didn't even dare to blink their eyes slightly.

Waiting, that's half an hour.

"Barbarian!" When Yiye Bianzhou carried Mo Wentian into Zhou Yingxue's eyes, she immediately lost her voice and shouted, and then her face turned pale again, and her delicate body shook violently a few times, almost fainting.

The boat that carried the Martial God Shi Dangdang and the Demon King Shi Jingtian before, but at this moment, only Mo Wentian was left!

Could it be that between the god of war Mo Wentian and the martial god Shi Dangdang, is it inevitable that there will be a battle after all?

The little monk who forgot the sword naturally saw Mo Wentian and immediately rowed a boat to meet him.

"Little monk, thirty miles down the river, there is a peach blossom forest, you go there to find the martial god to accompany him for seven days! After seven days, contact Du Feng, and he will tell you where to meet me at that time!"

When the two boats met, Mo Wentian jumped lightly to the boat here, took the two oars from the little monk who forgot the sword, and pointed to the boat he was riding in.

The little monk who forgot the sword was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Thank you Master for finding this opportunity for the apprentice!"

After finishing speaking, he also jumped onto the boat over there, and after saying that the master and the master cherished it, he let the boat go straight downstream, and went to find the martial god stone according to what Mo Wentian said.

"Barbarian!" Zhou Yingxue had already recovered from the initial fright, seeing that Mo Wentian's face was calm, without the slightest trace of a fight, and he heard him tell the little monk who forgot the sword to go to the Peach Blossom Forest to find the martial god Shi Dangdang, knowing that there was no real fight between them, the hanging heart finally landed, and he couldn't help it anymore, and after shouting, he threw himself into Mo Wentian's arms, whimpering and crying.

Mo Wentian gently patted Zhou Yingxue's crisp shoulder and said softly: "Little fool, why are your tears so low? Are you reluctant to let your grandfather go?" Look at what he left for you!"

"You didn't fight, you didn't fight! But I'm worried about death!" Zhou Yingxue whimpered and gently hammered Mo Wentian's chest a few times, and then looked up at Mo Wentian's smiling face, and laughed out loud.

After being extremely concerned, I found out that it was the involuntary laughter when I was in a false alarm, a laugh from the bottom of my heart.

Martial God Shi dared to fight with the God of War Mo Wentian, this was thousands of times more valuable than anything in Zhou Yingxue's opinion! As for what Mo Wentian said that the Martial God left her, it was not within her scope of concern for a while.

"The real people of Great Xia are not infighting!" Mo Wentian didn't understand Zhou Yingxue's thoughts, and still replied with a smile, and then stretched out his hand in front of Zhou Yingxue and spread it out, and a piece of things came into view.

"This ...... Martial God Fingers!" Zhou Yingxue immediately exclaimed when she saw it.

This wrench, she saw her grandfather wearing it on her left thumb all the time when she was a child, and she never left her body for a moment, so she naturally knew it.

But right now, his grandfather has left this wrench finger, which symbolizes the power and power of the martial god, to himself!

"Grandpa, he ......" Zhou Yingxue had tears in her eyes.

"In the future, there will be no more martial gods in this world! The Shi family will depend on you!" Mo Wentian handed the wrench finger to Zhou Yingxue's hand, and Zhengse said: "Let's go, let's go to Stone City and fulfill the last wish of the martial god, it should be too late!"