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The martial arts conference, the heroes responded, it should have been lively, but now there is a river of blood on the peak, which is miserable, like hell on earth, no! It's supposed to be hell!

There are severed heads, broken hands, and broken feet everywhere, and in four words it is a stump and a broken arm, everywhere, red is blood, white is brain, and colorful intestines can be seen everywhere, if this is not hell, then what is hell?

There was a pungent smell of blood and foul odor in the air, making it a little difficult to breathe.

It was already night, and a crescent moon hung on the branches, as if it could not bear to see the tragedy of the world, the moon twisted its head to the side, revealing only the back of its head, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on the hellish peak, making people shiver involuntarily.

In less than half an hour, Jian Jiulang came back, and at this time, the battle on the top of the mountain also came to an end, except for Ouyang Mingzhu, the rest of the people in the Wuxiang Palace were all ambushed, if it wasn't for Yun Yantian to stop him, Ouyang Mingzhu was afraid that he would not be able to escape his doom.

Murong Qian greeted him and hurriedly asked, "Jiulang, Ouyang Tongtian ran away?" ”

Jian Jiulang shook his head, and Murong Qian said, "Someone else?" ”

"Dead!"

"Dead? Where is it? Murong Qian hurriedly asked.

Kenkuro glanced at the crowd and said, "Everyone come with me!" ”

After a gallop, the group of heroes came to the mountainside, only to see a headless corpse sitting against the trunk of a tree, less than five feet away from the corpse There was a huge head, it was Ouyang Tongtian, seeing the miserable appearance of Ouyang Tongtian's body in a different place, the group of heroes was embarrassed.

Ouyang Mingzhu just woke up and found himself lying on Yun Yantian's back, looking at everyone's gaze, "Dad! "It was dark in front of me, and I fainted again.

Gu Zhana looked at Ouyang Tongtian's body hatefully, and said with tears streaming down her face: "Uncle Pi, Uncle Yue, you can rest in peace." He couldn't stop crying.

Qiu Ruohai said with emotion: "Right is really a knife that kills people without seeing blood, Ouyang Tongtian is a wise man, and he was confused for a while, Li Lingzhi made such a big mistake, so that the evening was not guaranteed, sad, alas!" ”

The Iron Sword Daoist spoke: "Although Ouyang Tongtian's sin is unforgivable, but after all, the person is dead, so let's have a fellowship and bury him, so as not to make him a lonely ghost, alas-"

After burying Ouyang Tongtian in a hurry, the Iron Sword Daoist suggested: "This time, everyone broke the Wuxiang Palace in one fell swoop, which can be regarded as a major scourge for the rivers and lakes, if the heroes don't dislike it, let's go to the sky to celebrate, how about it?" ”

Chen Dalong said: "Okay! Let's get drunk! ”

"I won't go down next, I guess the family teacher is worried, and I will go back next to report safety!" Yun Yantian opened his mouth, and when the heroes saw that he and Ouyang Mingzhu were together, they did not persuade him, so the group walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

With the death of Ouyang Tongtian, the rivers and lakes slowly calmed down, the streets and alleys, taverns and teahouses all talked about the battle of Jiugong Mountain Copper Drum Bun, of course, the most talked about was Jian Jiulang, talking about wonderful places, some people also applauded loudly, and those who did not go were secretly sorry in their hearts, but they didn't know that a large number of people also died watching the excitement.

In a hidden cave, a blood-clothed man knelt in front of a man wearing a golden grimace mask and said, "Sect Master, my subordinates should be damned, they have a negative trust, and they didn't get the Blood Seal Palm!" ”

Hearing the title, the person wearing the golden mask turned out to be the leader of the Bloody Cloth Sect, and slowly spoke: "Oh, how can this be? ”

"Ouyang Tongtian refused to say until he died, and his subordinates had no choice but to kill him!"

"Have you been to the Wuxiang Palace to find it?"

"Muslim master, my subordinates have asked people to turn the Wuxiang Palace inside and out, and they haven't seen it!"

After a while, the sect leader said, "Okay, this seat already knows, go down!" ”

It was the eighteenth day of the lunar month, and there were still ten days before the New Year.

Outside the plug, a snow-white field, two people, two horses galloping in the vast snowy world, the horse's hooves flying, the snow splashed high, the woman said: "Jiulang, how far is it to get home!" ”

"It's not far away, just go around the mountain in front of you!"

As the so-called Wangshan ran a dead horse, it was not bad at all, it looked very close, and it took almost two hours to reach the ground, and the mount under him was already tired, panting, and in such a cold season, the horse was covered in sweat.

"It's here! It's here! There was joy in his voice, like a wanderer who had not returned for many years, and a small village appeared in front of the two of them, and the two slowed down their horses and entered the village.

A big man walked over in front of him, and Jian Jiulang said enthusiastically: "Uncle Ali, okay!" ”

"Who is I, it turns out to be Jiulang." After a pause, he continued, "Long time no see, where have you been, boy?" ”

"I went out for a run, hehe, no, are you back!"

"Go back, your old man has been talking about you a lot lately!"

"Okay, let's get back to talking!"

"Jiulang, if you bring me back this time, Uncle Fu won't blame you, right?" Murong Qian had a feeling of apprehension when her ugly daughter-in-law saw her in-laws.

"Qian, look at what you said, it's too late for the master to be happy, how can you blame me!"

Fu Qingping was sitting outside the house basking in the sun, when he heard the movement, he looked up, "Huo" stood up suddenly, Jian Jiulang didn't even stop the horse, and jumped off the horse directly, "Master, I'm back!" There was a tremor in his voice.

"It's good to be back!" Fu Qingping let out a long breath, glanced at Murong Qian, calmed down his excitement, and said with a smile: "Jiulang, who is this girl?" ”

Jian Jiulang said shyly: "Master, she is the daughter of Uncle Murong - Murong Qian!" ”

Murong Qian had already dismounted, and hurriedly said respectfully: "I've seen Uncle Master!" ”

Fu Qingping said with emotion: "I didn't expect my junior brother's daughters to be so old, okay!" After a pause, he continued, "Why didn't you see Senior Brother Murong coming with you?" Seeing that the two of them were silent, Murong Qian's eyes were a little red, Fu Qingping's heart jumped suddenly, and said, "Say, what's wrong?" ”

Jian Jiulang said in a deep voice: "Senior Uncle Murong was killed by a traitor and died as early as eighteen years ago!" ”

Although he had expected this result in his heart, after hearing it with his own ears, Fu Qingping's body couldn't help but sway for a while, Jian Jiulang hurriedly went up to support him, Fu Qingping said with tears in his eyes: "Who is it?" Who did it? ”

Jian Jiulang said: "Master, don't get excited, listen to me slowly!" ”

After talking for nearly half an hour, Jian Jiulang finished talking about his experience, Fu Qingping sighed and said, "It's good to take revenge!" The voice paused, and then said to Murong Qian: "Child, this will be your home in the future!" Murong Qian nodded obediently.

Looking at the appearance of the two people in front of him who wanted to talk and stopped, and pinched and pinched, Fu Qingping couldn't see what was going on, and said with a smile: "Jiulang, Qian'er, it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, I'll help you get married today, how about it?" ”

Jian Jiulang raised his eyebrows and said, "It's all up to the master!" ”

Murong Qian's face was as red as a boiled shrimp, and she lowered her head and said softly: "Listen to the master!" ”

"Haha, good!" Fu Qingping laughed heartily with relief, and the laughter spread far away, so far.....