Qiu Meizi has aged a lot all of a sudden, her cheeks are deeply sunken, her cheekbones are protruding high, and her green hair has turned into white hair. She was on her cane, busy with the funeral of the flying tiger.

She traveled all over the surrounding mountains and rivers, trying to find a place for this soul who had been displaced all her life.

She pinned her deep love for the Flying Tiger on this. said it was love, and she didn't know either. Maybe it's the hatred of those two people that has been transformed into love for the flying tiger.

Who knew that after two days of running, there was no place that satisfied her. In the end, she went to the desolate and mysterious "Jinluan Palace" and came to the place where they had set up their life.

The scenery is still the same, things are dying, and her heart is undulating like a tide. She found the tomb of the ancestor and ordered someone to break the ground next to it.

Then, he ordered someone to bring a few people and rushed to the county seat in the starry night, retrieving the head of the flying tiger at all costs.

Who knows, the head only hung in the city for half a day, and then let Wang Mingxuan send it to the provincial capital. Biaozi asked Qiu Meizi to ask ten more people to enter the provincial capital, "I can't take back the head of the eldest brother, I will put my head on the eldest brother."

Qiu Meizi waved her hand and told them to go down.

Sister Qiu's heart is now harder than iron, and she plans to install a stone tablet with the words "headless grave" written on it.

As she pondered, someone had brought in a furnace maker, about sixty years old, with gray hair and beard.

As soon as the furnace maker saw the autumn girl, he put down the pick, opened the lid of the bellows, and held out a human head made of tin with both hands.

When Qiu Meizi saw it, her eyebrows and expressions were lifelike, and she couldn't help but feel excited when she was alive, and asked, "Master, your old surname, where do you live?" ”

"I am a poor craftsman, and we have all received the favor of the great masters. This is a tin pot and tin bowl made up by the whole village, and I boiled it up for two overnight, which can be regarded as repaying the benefactor. Don't ask anything." The old man choked up, wiped away his tears, and turned to leave.

Qiu Meizi grabbed it, took out some money and held it to the old man with both hands.

As soon as the old man saw the money, he glared at Sister Qiu, but his eyes were red, and he said in a dumb voice: "You scold!" After saying that, he picked up the picket and walked away tremblingly.

Looking at the old man's rickety background, Qiu Meizi felt gratified: "Feihu, you have set up a monument in the hearts of the people!" ”

Qiu Meizi ordered that when burying the Flying Tiger, it was not allowed to burn paper money, she said, "The Flying Tiger has treated money as dung all his life, and we will use the heads of the dog thieves to pay tribute to him!" ”

In the afternoon, the clouds were heavy and the rain was cold. In the wilderness surrounded by mountains, from the cottage to the cemetery, a snow-white river appeared on the path for more than ten miles, and the sound of sad waves was like a flood peak in the river in June.