When He Lang heard that his father was not dead, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

In fact, He Lang and He Xiaotian are not related by blood, and they have only been father and son for four years.

He was also very afraid of He Xiaotian's harsh criticism of himself, but in his previous life, he lost his father at the age of seventeen, and he has always longed for father's love in his heart. Therefore, although he is strict with this, he is actually a father who sincerely hopes that his son will be successful, and he never dares to disobey him, and he respects the other party from the bottom of his heart.

After the tea drinkers left, He Lang called Xiao Er and asked, "Do you know where the Dry Tomb Palace is?"

When Xiao Er saw it, his face changed slightly, and he took the silver and hurriedly thanked him, and said, "Little boy, the Dry Tomb Palace is in the southeast two hundred miles away from here. ”

He thought for a moment and then continued, "But it is surrounded by mountains, and it is extremely difficult to enter. ”

He Lang asked the specific route in detail, and then went to the street to buy some dry food, rented a carriage at the carriage and horse shop, and went in the direction pointed by Xiao Er.

Along the way, he was thinking about how to enter the Dry Tomb Palace and successfully rescue his father.

After a day's journey, the rolling hills ahead came into view, and he dismounted the carriage and left the coachman to wait for him in a secluded place, while he dismounted and walked along the rugged path to the foot of the mountain.

After walking for a short time, he entered the mountain, where there was no trace of being trodden at all, and there were rocks and weeds growing wildly, and he crawled and groped his way as he walked.

When he saw a huge stone gate from a distance, and on the top of the stone gate, there were three eldest sons engraved 'Dry Tomb Palace', he breathed a sigh of relief and knew that the place he was looking for had arrived.

According to the words of those tea guests, the Flying Eagle Gang will definitely come in the near future, and he is ready to wait in the vicinity, see the right time, and take advantage of the chaos to enter the interior of the Dry Tomb Palace.

He had just been lying on his stomach behind a rock, and before he could steady, a hand suddenly reached out behind him and covered his mouth tightly.

He Lang's body immediately froze, but when he heard the other party's voice, he couldn't help but relax.

"Little master, don't make a sound, it's me. ”

The person who spoke was He Manpeng, who was going to send him to Qingshui City before.

He Lang nodded hurriedly, and the other party let go of his hand.

"Why are you here too?" He Manpeng's tone was clearly reproachful.

He Lang recounted what he heard, and then said, "Uncle Man, I'm here to save my father." ”

"Nonsense, you are like this, it will only make the owner more worried, hide here, don't move. Although He Manpeng was blaming in his mouth, he was still very relieved in his heart, he found that He Lang had grown up and was sensible.

Later, He Lang also learned from the other party's mouth that hundreds of people in Hejiazhuang were all killed by the Yuan Infant Ancestor and the people of the Dry Tomb Palace, and he was even more sad and sad.

They have been lying under the rock for half a day, when the two of them are anxious and helpless, six flying cranes flew from the west, circled above them for a few times, and slowly landed down, each crane sat on the back of five people, after landing, everyone neatly dodged down from the crane's back, gently landed, it seems that they are all masters of internal strength.

They gathered together, and an elderly man in fancy clothes greeted everyone, and gathered at the entrance of the Dry Tomb Palace.

There were a total of thirty people present, and now they all obeyed the command of the old man in fancy clothes, and stood on both sides to surround the entrance.

The elder at the head shouted: "The palace master of the Dry Tomb Palace come out quickly, and the Flying Eagle helps Wan Haiqing here." ”

After a while, the stone door opened, and more than a dozen people came out of it, led by a tall and burly middle-aged man, who was dressed in a black robe and had a murderous look on his face.

The black-robed man's eyes swept over with cold eyes, and he said coldly: "This palace is here, why are you here?"

"Hurry up and hand over He Xiaotian, otherwise I will destroy you today. Wan Haiqing, the leader of the Flying Eagle Gang, said righteously.

"Don't look dignified, aren't you here for the fairy spirit mirror? He Xiaotian was in my hands before, but he didn't reveal the whereabouts of the fairy spirit mirror until he died. ”

"What do you mean...... Could it be that He Xiaotian has already ......?"

"He was seriously injured, he died a few days ago, and now the whereabouts of this fairy mirror, I'm afraid no one knows. He sneered.

After He Lang and He Manpeng heard this, they couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts and tremble.

"Are you serious?" Wan Haiqing asked as if he was still suspicious.

"That's still false, He Xiaotian was seriously injured when he fought with the palace before, and he was already in danger. ”

Wan Haiqing glanced at the other party twice, thought about it again and again, and then said, "Okay, I believe your words, but I can't come in vain." As he spoke, he drew his black-backed machete and slashed at the black-robed man.

The black-robed man also took out the purple gold demonic pattern knife and fought with the other party.

"Little master, you wait here, I'll go in and have a look, if you don't come back in half an hour, you will leave immediately. He Manpeng advised, and then used light skills to gallop away into the distance.

He Lang saw him bypassing everyone, and it didn't take long for him to disappear.

The two of them were indistinguishable, and they couldn't tell the difference for a while, but the people in the Dry Tomb Palace gathered more and more, and hundreds of people stood behind the black-robed man to help him.

Both of them are at the tenth-level level of Qi training, but obviously the black-robed man is superior, his background is thicker than Wan Haiqing, and when they fight, the rhythm is also well controlled.

He Lang guessed that if he continued to fight like this, Wan Haiqing would definitely be more than lucky.

After holding on for a long time, Wan Haiqing's spiritual power consumed a lot of money, and gradually revealed his decadent appearance, while the black-robed man was at ease, and suddenly the purple gold demonic knife swung out a line of fire, surrounding Wan Haiqing. Wan Haiqing was accidentally hit in the chest by the line of fire, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then his body fell out, but fortunately, he stabilized a little before landing.

Wan Haiqing covered his chest with his hands and said in a trembling voice: "Okay, even if you are amazing, the next time I see you, I will definitely ask you to wait for a good look!"

He didn't expect that the devil's technique would progress so fast, and he almost fell into his hands, and when he saw the other party pouring out of the nest, he was injured internally, and he must have suffered, so he beckoned everyone, boarded the flying crane, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

After the black-robed man saw Feihe disappear with a group of people, he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", it turned out that he had also suffered internal injuries, but he had been holding on just now.

The black-robed man steadied himself and said to his subordinates: "Go and arrest the person behind the rock." ”

When He Lang heard this, he was shocked in his heart, and the devil actually found him hiding here.

Just as he was thinking about whether to get up and run, a loud shout came: "Adversary, take your life." ”

When He Lang saw it, it turned out to be He Manpeng.

"It turned out to be you, I didn't expect that there was still a fish caught in the net in the He family, I'm afraid the fairy mirror is in your hands, hand it over quickly." The black-robed man looked fierce and said fiercely.

"Phew, you have done absolutely evil things, and you do not hesitate to kill people and exterminate your clan for the sake of our treasures, which is simply inferior to beasts. He Manpeng's hateful teeth gurgled and glared at the black-robed man.

Immediately afterwards, He Manpeng rushed towards the other party, and then only heard the sound of metal clanging, bangbangbang, and the sound of impact was piercing.

He Lang thought about it for a while, he knew that if he didn't run again, he would only be a burden to He Manpeng. So, get up, turn around and run.

"You guys, get that kid back for me. The black-robed man beckoned his men to chase He Lang.

More than a dozen people chased in the direction of He Lang.

He Lang was running desperately, and suddenly felt that his waist was grabbed by a strong arm, and then he took off and galloped into the air.

He Lang saw that it was He Manpeng, and he put his mind at ease.

Behind them, the footsteps of the chase were chaotic, and the sound of chaotic shouting and shouting was endless.

"He's not badly injured, and we can't let him run. ”

"Catch them, the palace master will be rewarded. ”

"They turned east, and chased after them. ”

After galloping for about a moment, the shouts behind him became smaller and smaller, and He Manpeng slowed down his pace and kept panting.

At this time, He Manpeng found a place with lush trees, put He Lang down, and leaned on a rock himself.

He Lang found that He Manpeng didn't move at all for a long time.

He was a little panicked, approached He Manpeng and probed with his fingers, there was still breath, but it was very faint.

Hurriedly called: "Uncle Man, what's wrong with you, wake up, don't scare me." ”

After a while, He Manpeng opened his eyes slightly, looked at He Lang, and said in a weak voice: "Little young master, you have to take care, the He family is the only one left now, I was just seriously injured, I'm afraid I can't support it anymore, you leave quickly, go as far as possible, and don't let anyone know that you have a fairy mirror in your hand." ”

"Uncle Man, you hold on, I'll take you away, I'll take you to heal. He Lang had already cried bitterly, and he was about to help He Manpeng up.

He Manpeng has always taken good care of He Lang, and he has never despised him because he has abolished his cultivation.

On the contrary, he also persuaded him from time to time to work his writing homework, so that he could take over the business of the village in the future and settle down.

Since He Lang came to this world, he has been in extreme confusion for a long time, and he doesn't even know how to get along with the people around him.

It was also He Manpeng who taught him little by little, how to treat people and things, and how to speak politely and appropriately.

Although He Manpeng only thinks that He Lang is made of amnesia, he is still grateful to the guide of this new world.

"I can't do it, you have to learn to take care of yourself in the future, in fact, your father loves you very much, don't be jealous of him. ”

"Uncle Man, I know, I know you are all good to me. He couldn't stop crying.

He Manpeng looked at each other fixedly, stretched out his index finger slightly and gently wiped the tears on He Lang's face, suddenly, he frowned, his outstretched fingers fell from the corners of the other party's eyes, his body seemed to have lost weight, and finally everything in front of him gradually darkened, his head slowly hung on He Lang's shoulder, and he closed his eyes at the same time.

Seeing He Manpeng go like this in front of his eyes, He Langton felt as if he was being pierced by a sharp blade.

He shook the other party's shoulders vigorously with both hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Uncle Man! Uncle Man! Don't you can't let go of me the most, don't throw me down!"

The objects in front of him were blurry, and the other party's body was cold in his arms little by little, and He Lang used the strength of his whole body to gently put He Manpeng's body down.

He staggered to his feet, moved several rocks from nearby, and buried He Manpeng's body carefully.

After doing this, he knelt down tremblingly and kowtowed three times, and whispered while kowtowing: "Uncle Man, relatives of He Jiazhuang, I, He Lang, must let the enemies who killed you pay the price of blood." ”

Putting away his sadness, he got up and was just about to leave when he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps coming from far and near.

He Lang knew that those wicked people were coming, and he hurriedly strode forward.

But it was too late, and those people had already seen him, and a group of people were chasing after him, and others were outflanked by the hillside in front of him, and he was anxious and hateful.

He was chased by those enemies and had no way to go to the sky, no way to enter the ground, and he was also disheartened when he thought that the people who had been good to him in the past few years had left him.

In the end, he was forced to the top of the cliff by everyone, and there was nowhere to run, and the interceptors were pressing step by step, he was no longer afraid of the other party, and laughed: "The fairy mirror is here with me, I'm afraid you don't have the ability to get it." With that, he jumped off the cliff without hesitation.