The sophistication of Xu Yongzheng's heart is too kind, and Xu Yongzheng does not fully approve of it. But today's situation, it is indeed like a sophistry, and his subordinates have shown mercy. As for the sophistry that his own pattern is too small, Xu Yongzheng has no choice. When he returned from learning the sword, he suddenly heard bad news, and he had to seek justice for those people. As for what martial arts or kendo won, we have to think about it later.

However, hearing that there was still the possibility of repairing the Xuanyi Sword, Xu Yongzheng couldn't help but be surprised and happy.

"Stop, stop, don't be surprised, like a hillbilly, I haven't seen much of the world. As long as the Xie family still has the ability to train soldiers, it shouldn't be difficult to repair the Xuanyi Sword. ”

"To put it simply, where can I go to find the people of the Xie family back then. Besides, how can you not be famous in the rivers and lakes with that ability to pass through the sky. Only the Tibetan Soldier Hall and the West Desert Point Instrument Building echo each other, famous all over the world. Xu Yongzheng quickly recognized the reality.

"How do I know, I'm an old thing who has lived for seven or eight hundred years and is also helpless. Not only has it been locked up by the bad guys for hundreds of years, but this body is still crippled. Alas, you, as my master, must help me repair my body first. I'll help you get revenge. ”

The flame of hope that Xu Yongzheng finally ignited was ruthlessly extinguished before it was ignited for a moment. So he didn't talk anymore and put the Jin Ge sword on his back.

"Wait, I'll tell you about the glorious past of the Xie family first--the gods don't say thank you." The Divine Soldier is not thankful for the series, which was famous all over the world at that time, and if you want to talk about their materials······

Xu Yongzheng didn't reply, and hurried along the road with a calm face, submerging between the trees.

The Eight Mountains as a whole, but not all of them.

The number of them is still a variable.

The people of Tsing Yi can know the existence of Li Jingwei, and his teacher is also quite extraordinary. The nature of the Eight Mountains similar to the banner of flowing water is also from the whimsical ideas of the people of Tsing Yi.

And over the years, the name of the Eight Mountains has completely broken out. is not only famous on the Fuyao list, but also a guest of Jinyi Building. The sound of the flute is in the heart, how to solve the worries. The name of the Tsing Yi people is very meaningful. His surname is Qu, and his name is worried. The reason why Xu Yongzheng could see that he was injured was only because he was obviously injured.

During the last operation, he was wounded in the lobe of the lung, and the knifeman's knife nearly pierced his body. But the fate of the swordsman was even more miserable. Not only was his head cut off, but a piece of flesh could no longer be found on his body. Ordinary people know that if you hurt your lungs, you shouldn't play the flute. But he was almost crazy about music, but he didn't stop. So even after a long time, his injuries were still not healed.

This time, Qu Xingwei spit out a mouthful of blood again and coughed on the handkerchief. He had a painful look on his face, and he even coughed so hard that he bent over, and his voice was coughing incessantly, as if his lungs had been torn, and the air inside lost its warmth, and he made a loud protest, and he coughed even more.

The orange-robed woman put one hand on his back, then patted it softly, stroking it from top to bottom, trying to ease his pain. The bald man Zhu Lao San was responsible for taking care of the judge's pen. The judge's face was pale, his eyes were dull, his lips were red, and blood was still gushing from the corners of his mouth. Even more worryingly, the blood turned black.

The coughing sound finally stopped, the orange-robed woman carefully handed over a kettle, Qu Xingwu poured a mouthful of water, took it in his mouth, and rinsed his mouth briefly.

"Don't play the flute anymore, or something will happen. The orange-robed woman said worriedly.

The woman in the orange robe is more concerned about Qu Xing, so she has repeatedly instructed these days. But Qu Xingwu just smiled at this, handed back the kettle, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and said, "Let's not talk about so much, let's take a look at his situation first!" This is already a kind of euphemistic refusal. How could Qu Xingwei give up playing the flute?

On the ground, the judge's pen was placed against a large tree, and cold sweat broke out on his face, indicating that he was also struggling to support himself.

"Come here, he's dying. Zhu Laosan shouted anxiously.

Qu Xingwu stepped forward, squatted in front of the judge's pen, held his feeble pale hand with one hand, nodded and said, "I'm here." ”

The judge's pen is like a gossamer, and the breath he exhales is clearly more than the breath he breathes in, and he sees that he is running out of oil and running out, and his life is not long in coming.

His voice was very weak, and Qu Xingwu could only hear it clearly when he was very close. I only heard him say: "This mission, I am not doing things well, and I can't complain about others." It's me who is sorry for you, Brother Qu. ”

"If you are lucky enough to get a small share of the bounty, please send my share to my wife and children. ”

"Brother Qu, just ······ Please. ”

People are like flowers, easy to fold. Xu Yongzheng's sword hurt the internal organs of the judge's pen. The judge has been practicing martial arts for many years, and he knows that there is no cure, so after explaining his last words at this moment, he finally lowered his head, if a drunk man collapsed on the side of the road, let the beasts of the mountains and forests come to collect the corpse.

Qu Xingwu nodded, there were faint tears in his eyes, he closed the eyes of the judge's pen, and after a while, he calmed down. As the leader of the team, he thinks more than anyone else.

Zhu Lao San punched on the trunk of a thick tree, and the punch was full of strength, knocking down many leaves and falling one after another. This was his expression of anger, and the orange-robed woman was silent, sighed, and then did not speak.

They haven't been together for a long time, but they still have some feelings, and at this moment, seeing someone die, some sadness wells up in their hearts.

Qu Xingwei took out the flute again, put it to his mouth, and played another song to send the lonely man back.

"Why, as soon as I come, you're going to play the flute to welcome you?" said a man wrapped in a yellow robe.

Qu Xing looked at the judge's pen quietly and replied, "I'm just playing a song so that I can send him on his way." ”

"It's not good to have a good famous flute, and you will use it to play some mourning music all day long. ”

"He's one of us. It's worth it. The man in Tsing Yi didn't finish speaking, but the man in the yellow robe understood that the person he wanted to talk about was worthy of his music.

The yellow-robed man looked at the two people who were standing, and then at the judge's pen, who had collapsed under the tree, and was already dead, and said, "It's just a robe of flowing water, what a pity is it to die! ”

The robe of flowing water, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. Zhu Laosan was thinking about the meaning of these words, could it be that there are other robes in the Eight Great Mountains?

Qu Xing glanced at the man in the yellow robe worriedly and said, "Pay attention to your words, they are also people who have just joined us. Don't just think about relying on the old and selling the old, and bullying people. As for the flowing robe, if you don't want to cause trouble, it's better to say less in the future. There was a bit of warning in those words that only the yellow-robed man could understand.

The man in the yellow robe laughed even more. "Why don't you say that people in this world like to be the boss so much? If you want to bully people, you have to get the boss's consent. ”

"What does the flowing robe mean?" Zhu Laosan noticed a little and asked the man in the yellow robe.

"Well, someone really noticed. What to do, what to do. Boss Qu, how should I explain this to them?" asked the yellow-robed man pretending to be nervous.

Qu Xingwei knew the temperament of the man in the yellow robe, and he didn't pay attention to his performance.

"Oh, look at my mouth, it's really easy to leak organizational secrets, alas, let's not talk about it. Why don't you ask Boss Qu and let him tell you. The yellow robe slapped his mouth and suddenly realized. But more of it is the joy that will lead the troubles to the east.

Qu Xingwei put down the flute, looked back at the two new members, and said, "I wanted to wait for this task to be told to you later." I founded the Eight Mountains in the beginning. My original intention in founding this organization was to provide convenience for more people in the rivers and lakes. If you just want to make a hammer deal or really want to join the killer organization, the eight mountains can contain them. Doing so, of course, will also strengthen the name of my Eight Great Mountains. And the reason why I found you a while ago was because I knew that you intended to kill people and make a lot of money. The first few collaborations are not only an assessment of intention, but also an assessment of strength. Therefore it is a robe of flowing water that is given to you. If you can cooperate for a long time, you will naturally be able to join the Eight Great Mountains, and the appearance and color of the robes will have the characteristics of the Eight Great Mountains. ”

The man in the yellow robe turned around, revealing the two verticals behind the robe, and there are mountain and river patterns on the left and right, there is no doubt that this robe, whether it is material or workmanship, is much more advanced than that of Zhu Laosan and the orange robe woman, he showed off: "Like me, it is called an iron robe." ”

The robe of flowing water, the robe of iron, this metaphor is quite appropriate, and the mountain cannon woman couldn't help but smile slightly when she thought of this.

"If we complete this mission, how much bounty will we get?" asked Zhu Laosan, who was more concerned about practical problems.

"The bounty is 1,000 gold, excluding the commission procedures deducted by Jin Yilou, etc., the Eight Mountains will withdraw two-tenths of the fee, and the rest will be given to all those who complete the task. The man under the yellow robe said.

Zhu Laosan didn't speak when he saw Qu Xingwu, didn't explain much, and lowered his head to think. In addition to the formalities, in the end, there were only more than 900 gold left, and 1 or 200 gold had to be handed over to the Eight Great Mountains. In this regard, I wish the third child to be in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he is used to this kind of unfair thing. Since you are acting in the name of someone else, you naturally have to pay money. But some of the money was too expensive. However, when he thought about it, the eighth place on the Eight Mountains Fuyao List was not too much of a loss.

"Some things are better to be clear in advance, and if you have any opinions or suggestions, it is better to put them forward earlier, so that you can know the answer earlier, so as to save yourself from disputes in the future. The yellow-robed man looked at Zhu Laosan and said.

"Can the judge's pen get a share of the bounty?" the orange-robed woman asked before the bald man.

"Just this dead man for interrogation? haha. The orange-robed man's tone was full of disdain. "My Eight Mountains Are Not Charity······

"Yes. Qu Xingwei picked up this disdain and slapped it hard in the face of the yellow cannon.

The man in the yellow robe was interrupted from his words.

"A little bit of the gold we have left, or does he get the same amount as the four of us?" Zhu Laosan asked suspiciously, his voice a little loud. He vaguely guessed Qu Xingwei's thoughts, which was nothing more than dividing the bounty that should have been divided into four parts and dividing it into five parts, this kind of generosity was unacceptable to him. So his words were full of questions.

"It's divided into five equal parts, and I don't agree with that. More work, more rewards. How could he have contributed so much?" the man in the yellow robe preemptively said. "Also, don't think you're the boss and you can come here. Even if you come nonsense, I will oppose it. Even if the opposition is invalid, I will still persevere. Boss Qu. These words are a little childish, but they faintly say the intentions of the other two.