The autumn wind is wrenching, the drizzle is continuous, today is the day of the funeral of all the dead people in Tiejia Village, under the gloomy sky, the martial arts training ground has already been full of people from the whole village who came to the funeral, all dressed in plain clothes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the field, a sturdy young man stood in front of everyone with his hands on his back, his long hair casually draped over his shoulders, and the steel knife that had never left his body in the past was not carried on his shoulders, but was replaced by a red coat.

This person was the successor captain of the hunting party, Tie Ming, and the succession ceremony had already been held in-house on the night of the return of the hunting party at this special time, although there were few witnesses at that time, but the weight of each one was quite heavy, enough to show that his succession was expected.

And today, it is the first time that Tie Ming's identity as the captain has made an official appearance in front of the villagers, and the old village chief Tie Li asked him to preside over this funeral, which is also intended to let the villagers know his new identity Tie Ming.

This should have been a memorable day, but Tie Ming's mood has been very bad since listening to Tie Liang's report last night, although the attack on Crouching Tiger Village has been resolved, and the village of Crouching Tiger Village has been destroyed by the way. It's just that he didn't expect that the truth behind the attack of the fierce beast was caused by insiders, and the real murderer ran away, not to mention that he also caught up with a Tie Xuan's grandmother for nothing.

Then he immediately went to Master Mo to inquire about some specific situations, and finally figured out the cause and effect of this matter, but his mood became heavier and heavier because of this.

"Master Mo, who is Tie Xuan's grandmother?" Tie Ming came to the grass hut, looked at Mo respectfully and asked again, although he didn't pay too much attention to the old woman of the Gao family, he also knew that she was in good health, why did she die suddenly, not to mention that this matter also involved Tie Fan.

"You know, she was hit on the head, and it should have been human. Mo Zaiti said lightly, until this moment, his heart was also very uncomfortable, Tie Xuan's grandmother died unexpectedly, which was undoubtedly a huge blow to Tie Xuan, and the child was likely to collapse.

"What, how could this be, why did Tie Fan do this, is he crazy?" Hearing Mo Zai's words, Tie Ming suddenly had a feeling of being in a fog, and he couldn't figure out how Tie Fan would attack an unarmed old man, and his voice was unconsciously raised, but then he realized his gaffe, and his voice slowly became much quieter.

"It should be for Tie Yun's relics, after all, Tie Xuan is his only bloodline, he must have thought that Tie Yun left something. Mo Zaiti said lightly, carrying his hands behind his back, letting his clothes flutter in the wind, his face was calm.

"Could it be that Tie Yun really left something behind?" Tie Ming said curiously.

"What, you're interested?" Mo Zaiti's voice was cold, and his gaze shot at Tie Ming like lightning.

"No, no, no... Tie Ming's heart trembled when he saw the change in mood that Mo mentioned again, and hurriedly said.

It's just that Mo Zaiti didn't pay attention to him, his eyes were still staring at him coldly, and Tie Ming could feel that the other party's murderous aura had spread around him.

"Master Mo, that Tiexuan he... Tie Ming didn't dare to say anything more, so he quickly turned his head, looked at the hundred lights under the mountain, and asked.

"Just help him bury his grandmother, and as for the rest, it's up to him. Mo Zaiti said lightly, ignoring Tie Ming beside him, and turned back to his grass hut.

Looking at the sad look on everyone's faces, Tie Ming suddenly felt a little lost, Tiejia Village didn't seem to have become strong under the leadership of the previous captain Tie Zheng in the past ten years. On the contrary, there are traitors like Tie Fan, which is really a great irony for the dead Tie Zheng, after all, in his heart, he has always admired Tie Zheng.

"Captain, the hour has come. Seeing that Tie Ming had not moved, Tie Liang on the side reminded in a low voice.

"Yes, let's go. Tie Ming said lightly, his tone was full of deep tiredness, he knew that he had a long way to go.

"Let's go. Tie Liang shouted.

As the words fell, paper money was immediately sprinkled all over the sky, and behind the person holding the spirit flag, the entire crowd began to walk unhurriedly towards the cemetery at the back of the village, where generations of people from Tiejia Village were buried.

Inside the cemetery, there are countless lush towering trees, and the drizzle that drifts in with the breeze wets the branches and leaves, making them more and more verdant and green. Wrapped in this forest is the tombstone of the people who have died in Tiejia Village for generations, and the blue tombstone stone is engraved with the epitaph of vermilion lacquer.

Among the countless tombstones, the large tombstone located in the center and three inches longer and wider than the general tombstone is the unique glory that belongs to the captains of the hunting team of the past dynasties of Tiejia Village, the tombstones are arranged from left to right, the first tombstone reads 'The Tomb of the First Hunting Team Captain Tie Lan', and the last one is 'The Tomb of the Forty-second Hunting Team Captain Tie Zheng', and the words of vermilion lacquer are particularly bright red in the drizzle.

Tie Ming stood in front of everyone and sang to countless predecessors.

"Decline, decline, no return?" the crowd shouted word by word.

"Because of the slight relatives, Hu Wei is in the middle of the show!"

"Because of the slight relatives, Hu Wei is in the middle of the show!"

"Decline, decline!

"Decline, decline!

"The care of micro-relatives, Hu Weishan!"

"The care of micro-relatives, Hu Weishan!"

The desolate mountain song spreads through the cemetery with the wind and rain, and seems to tell the story of one warrior after another who fell for this beloved land, and now they are sleeping underground, while the living continue their journey, facing the unknown tomorrow.

Watching his grandmother's coffin slowly sink into the dug pit, Tie Xuan only felt that all his past happiness was buried in the pit, and he would never see the light of day again.

After the worship service was over, the crowd began to disperse in twos and threes, and whether the sadness continued or not, the days would go on.

"Xuan'er, the matter of revenge is not in a hurry for the time being, you better go to the martial arts hall to learn skills first. In addition, I don't know where Tie Fan fled now, so you have to be more careful yourself, don't go alone, and stay with people at any time. Mo Zaiti, who had been guarding Tie Xuan for the past two days, was about to leave after he knew about this incident, and he hurriedly instructed with a look of concern on his face.

As Tie Xuan's only relative now, there are some things that have to be said, whether the child understands it or not, the obligations of the elders still have to be fulfilled.

"Master Mo, you don't need to say much, I know my ability, and I won't do anything without my ability. However, if he comes to me, although the disciple is invincible, he will be left behind even if he is desperate. In front of his grandmother's tombstone, Tie Xuan's eyes flashed with a sense of determination, and the unforgettable hatred had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, dissolved in blood, and could not be resolved without death.

"Xiao Xuan, you... Mo Zaiti looked at the smiling young man in front of him with some heartache, and suddenly encountered a great change, his temperament gradually became indifferent, and even the door of his heart was closed to everyone.

"I'm tired, Master Mo, go first. Without waiting for Mo to finish speaking, Tie Xuan left the cemetery directly, leaving only faint words slowly drifting in the air.

"Master Mo, what did Tie Xuan say?" Tie Ming, who was not far away, approached Mo Zaiti and asked, very concerned about Tie Xuan's current situation.

"Alas, this child is now in the devil's barrier, bent on avenging his grandmother, and it is no wonder that he has no father or mother since he was a child, and he has been brought up by his grandmother, and his feelings are extraordinary. Mo Zaiti sighed, with a helpless face, and said lightly.

"What should I do, although Tie Fan is a defector, his strength should not be underestimated, a real warrior of the fifth order, Tie Xuan will definitely die if he faces him. Tie Ming couldn't help but worry, he knew that Tie Xuan was not only a member of Tiejia Village, but more importantly, he was also the sole inheritor of Tie Lan, the founder of Tie Jia Village.

"Alas, it's up to him whether it's a blessing or a curse, and that's his fate. If you want to get out of the mountains, if you can't get through this predicament, how can you talk about anything else. Glancing at the cloudy sky, Mo Zaiti said lightly, and then turned around and left, leaving Tieming alone.

"Yes, if he wants to get out of the mountains, there are some things that he really has to face by himself. It seems that I'm too much to worry about myself, that's it, just leave it to fate. Glancing at the countless tombstones behind him, Tie Ming shook his head and left, leaving with a stomach full of melancholy.

By the stream, the lonely and helpless figure of the young man was reflected in the water, looking at his thin body, Tie Xuan knelt on the ground a little weakly, and tears slipped down his cheeks.

He understood that Master Mo's words were for his own good, but he really couldn't let go, he only hated why he was so useless, he didn't even have the strength to protect his dearest, and watched his grandmother pass away and the enemy get away with it.

He hated it in his heart, and hit the hard ground with a fist, even if he had advanced to the Bone Forging Realm, his hands were still dripping with blood, but he seemed to be unconscious, and his fist continued to swing out mechanically, as if this could alleviate the pain of his temporary inability to avenge his grandmother.

After a long time, Tie Xuan stopped self-harming, and his eyes were a little dull looking at his reflection in the water. Suddenly, he seemed to have awakened something, and the blood all over his body boiled, and his whole person seemed to be baked by a scorching flame.

At this moment, he really felt the importance of martial arts cultivation, and the ignorance of the past was realized in an instant, but the price paid was too great, and it had reached the point where he was about to be unable to bear it.

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