Thirty-seven knives!

Zhao Huozi couldn't imagine how loyal a person could be to take so many knives!

"Loyal to the liver and courage, the hero of the southern faction! Immortal, blood shines on sweat!"

Sixteen words, he muttered in a low voice.

I saw the old mason's big tears splashing on the stone slab with the sound of the hammer, beads of sweat oozing from his bare back, a pair of arms with bruised tendons, and his white hair trembling.

Zhao Huozi felt that this was not an inscription, but a hammer inlay of his son, wife, daughter and the heroic spirits who died in the door, hammer by hammer on this stone tablet that will never decay.

When the hammer chisel hit a line of small characters next to the stele, the old man no longer knew it, but instinctively felt that this was the blood, tears and hatred of the old men of the Southern School for generations, and it was the heavenly spell to exterminate the blood and fire of the sword soldiers.

Hammer by hammer, although the old man was teary-eyed, but it was really a miracle, and he typed out the words of the stone tablet exactly right, bluestone and white characters, and the strength was wonderful!

Throwing away the hammer chisel, the old man Zhao Huozi suddenly pounced on the stone tablet, the old tears were vertical and horizontal, and he couldn't cry!

Liu lame silently squatted down to help the old masonry, but I turned around and looked up at the boundless rain curtain.

"Brother Zhao, this is five hundred yuan, please accept it. I took a wad of money from my bosom and handed it to the old mason.

In this part of Kam Shan Kok, the renminbi and the baht and the US dollar are both hard currencies.

Who would have thought that the old masonry widened his eyes, shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "Where is the young master? These sixteen big characters can be chiseled out by my Zhao camel's hammer, and death is peaceful." gave money, but I looked down on Zhao Huozi. Young master, do you know an old saying?"

"Strong men are entangled and go to suffering together. "I'm right.

"Yes, what is money, what do you want it to do?" said the old masonry, with a serious expression.

I smiled helplessly, knowing that the old man of the southern faction had a strong temperament, and he would never ask for this money.

Then I turned around and walked out of the door, took back a cloth bag from the ox cart, bowed solemnly to the old mason, and said, "Uncle Zhao is righteous and virtuous, I can't respect it, please accept these two dried meats, this is my heart." ”

The old masonry had tears in his eyes, rubbed his eyes and said: "Young master, you are really a good master, and you are still thinking about us old guys! You are a noble person, I will accept these two dried meats." ”

The old man fell to his knees and prostrated to me.

I quickly helped him up.

When the clatter of ox carts drove out of the narrow stone-paved streets, the rain continued continuously. After a few turns, the ox cart came to a small courtyard in the middle of nowhere.

I took off my drenched black cloth shirt, changed into a dry dress, drank a bowl of hot mutton soup, and went to the courtyard. In the slightly dim courtyard, Liu Cripple and Ma Wenchao and Lu Wu had already placed the tall stone stele on the turtle seat that had been prepared in advance. I pondered for a while, and then commanded in a low voice, "Uncle Liu, Brother Chao Wu, no one is allowed to enter the small courtyard within an hour." ”

"Brother Feng, what are you going to do?" asked Ma Wenchao with squinted eyes.

"Do what is supposed to be done. I said.

Ma Wenchao touched his brain: "I don't understand." ”

As soon as I lifted my foot, the thing slipped faster than a rabbit.

Liu Cripple agreed, and went out to guard the only wooden door in the courtyard, but he was always restless.

Lu Wu and Ma Wenchao were bored, so they went to the open space in front of them to practice their sword skills, and with the swallow-shaped body technique, the two of them were like two dexterous flying swallows.

An hour had finally passed, and the courtyard was silent, except for the sound of the rain.

"Young master?" Liu Lame looked inside the door and shouted softly, but there was no response.

He cautiously pushed open the door, walked lightly to the aisle, and called the young master softly, but still no one responded.

Liu lame had a bad premonition in his heart, and immediately quickened his pace and limped in.

Then, he craned his neck and looked in. Suddenly, he held his breath, his old face was full of astonishment and fear, and a frightened voice came from his throat: "Less...... Young Master!"

On the dark stone slab, the young master was lying on the ground, covered with patches of blood. Five steps in front of him, there stood a tall stone stele, and the blood stains on the stele glowed faintly red in the sinking courtyard.

Liu Lame suddenly reacted, the young master actually used his own blood to dye the sixteen big characters in this ravine!

"Young master——!" cried, and Liu lame fell directly to the ground.

On the stele are two lines of shocking characters! The blood in the groove has not yet coagulated, and the thin lines of blood are still winding downward. Bloodstained and bloody, it was unbearable to witness.

"It's okay, I'm young and strong-blooded, so it's okay to put a little bit of it. I struggled to my feet and said with a slight weakness.

"Young master—" Liu lame knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

I smiled and said, "Jiang Zhan has done a lot of blood for the Southern Sect, and I, as the lord of the Southern Sect, stained his inscription with my blood, this is respect!"

……

Unan Village!

This is one of the more than 3,000 villages in Jinshanjiao, and it is ordinary. It's just that the war has been affected recently, and the people in the village have died and fled, almost ten rooms and nine empty.

Jiang Li and Jiang Yue live in Yinan Village.

At this moment, on the dirt slope in the eastern suburbs of Yinan Village, there were a lot of people coming. As far as the eye can see, the entire dirt slope is almost full of people!

On the outermost layer were groups of soldiers armed with steel guns, standing guard all around. These armed forces were all Wu Qifeng's subordinates, and more than 200 people were brought in to protect the safety of the young master.

On the inner floor, there are old people of the southern school who are more than half a hundred years old, some of them are holding couplets, some are holding white flowers, and some are holding paper money and other sacrificial things.

One by one, their expressions were solemn and solemn, and many of them showed sadness on their faces.

At the top of the slope is a small grave, surrounded by people, Jiang Li Jiang Yue is impressively in the column, they are dressed in sackcloth and filial piety clothes, kneeling down in front of the grave.

This is the tomb of Jiang Zhan, the hero of the Southern School, and the mound of clothes that Jiang Li erected!

Today, I led many old people from the southern faction to pay tribute to Jiang Zhan, and this martyr set up an inscription, which is a British name!

After some sacrifices, the presiding officer Wu Qifeng was upright, and shouted loudly: "Please inscription!"

Then, in everyone's sight, Ma Wenchao and Lu Wu carried the huge stone tablet and walked over slowly, covered with a layer of black cloth.

When the stele was put down, Wu Qifeng shouted loudly: "This inscription was erected by Wang Feng, the master of my Thousand Gates, for Jiang Zhan, in the name of the heroic martyrs of Jiang Zhan!"

When the black cloth was lifted, sixteen blood-red characters suddenly came into everyone's eyes.

"Loyal and courageous, a hero of the Southern faction. Immortal, blood shines on sweat!"

Jiang Li, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the two lines of big characters, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and one inexplicable emotion after another collided with his hard rock-like heart.

For so many years, when the people of the Southern Sect mentioned Jiang Zhan, at most they gave a thumbs up and praised the martyrs! In the divided sects, everyone was too busy to take care of themselves, and none of the big men with weight justified Jiang Zhan's name!

The most tragic death of the father-in-law did not get the name he deserved!

This has always been a thorn in the river centrifuge.

Justifying his father-in-law is also one of his lifelong wishes!

Just today, the master of the Thousand Gates actually led so many people to hold a grand memorial ceremony for Jiang Zhan! Moreover, the master of the door set up an inscription to justify Jiang Zhan's name!

If you want to say who has the most weight among the thousand doors, there is no doubt that it is the master of the door!

"Father-in-law, the master of the door has personally set up an inscription for you, you can look at it......" Jiang Li muttered, the iron-blooded man who had never cried even if he experienced great pain was in tears at this moment.

……

After the memorial to the Jiang War, I was ready to go on the road, and the day after tomorrow was the ceremony of killing Lu and sacrificing the sky.

However, the arrangement has changed slightly, and these old people in Nan'an Town will go with me to participate in this ceremony, and they will see with their own eyes the traitor Rong Lu who poisoned the Southern Sect!

I naturally gladly accept their request, and aside from the emotional aspect, these are the old men of the Southern Sect, and it is of great significance if they go!

At this time, a person suddenly appeared at the door, and it turned out to be Jiang Li.

"Jiang Li, come in. I said with a smile.

Jiang Li straightened his waist and stood there motionless.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Young Master, I want to follow you!" Jiang Li suddenly opened his mouth and said heavily.

His face showed an innocent feeling.

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