Early the next morning, the withered Mr. Liu opened the door.

He still wears a white filial piety belt on his head, and there is no more light in his eyes.

He just lost his daughter, his family was ruined, and he also suffered in the county prison.

This Fangzi Liu, who has been upright all his life, may not live long.

It's just that as soon as Liu Fuzi opened the door, he saw that there were two burdens in front of his house, and under the baggage, blood was still oozing, which looked very terrifying.

In front of the burden, there was a pressed piece of paper, which was mostly soaked in blood.

There are only four big characters written that are crooked and twisted, like dogs crawling.

"Give you justice"

Liu Fuzi's eyes widened suddenly, he threw himself on the ground, opened the package tremblingly, and saw Chen Yi's ugly head covered with blood.

His eyes were round and frightened.

In the package on the other side, it was the little dog thief who killed Xiaolian and stained Xiaolian's innocent head.

His eyes had been slashed with sharp weapons, and he had lost his eyeballs.

That's enough to frighten any normal person.

But the old master was not only not afraid, but grabbed his two heads, and did not care about the stained blood staining his robe, this square master looked up to the sky and laughed, completely crazy.

After laughing, it was already old tears.

He staggered out of the yard, holding two heads, ignoring the screams and pointing of the people around him, staggered all the way to the outside of the village, and fell a few times.

He knelt in front of the graves of his daughter and son-in-law, as if mourning the deceased, and respectfully placed the two heads in front of the tombstone.

The master touched the tombstone and said a few words with a gentle face.

There was no movement.

After a long time, the bold villagers came forward to check and found that Liu Fuzi had already died in front of the grave.

Fortunately, before he died, he finally saw the revenge with his own eyes.

After entering the Yellow Spring, there is also justice, and there is no resentment.

In the next life, you can be a good person again.

Nearly fifty miles away from this village, on the shore of Weishan Lake, on the edge of the boat, Shen Qiu was washing his clothes and washing away the bloodstains.

He left Suzhou in a hurry, and he had this good dress on him.

In the cabin, after Ai Dacha woke up, he stretched his waist and asked:

"The first evil can be punished?"

"Chen Yichou, Chen Zheng's father and son have been ambushed!"

Shen Qiu replied without replying.

"How many killed?"

"Seven out of twenty."

Shen Qiu replied casually, this result made the Demon Lord very unhappy, and he said with a cold face:

"There are 54 disciples in the Tibetan Sword Sect, why don't you kill all of them? And where is the head? I didn't see it. ”

"The head of the man is returned to the bitter master, and justice is given to him."

Shen Qiu hung the washed clothes on the boat Wupeng, and he said:

"As for killing them all, it's not what I want, so be it. Luckily? ”

"Hmph, woman's kindness! When the Jade Emperor Palace seeks revenge on you, you will know that you are in trouble. ”

The Demon Lord sneered, but the matter had come to this point, he was no longer entangled, waved his hand at Shen Qiu, and said:

"Come in, I'll teach you."

Shen Qiu followed Ai Dacha into the cabin.

Before the Demon Lord began to teach Shen Qiu to "lose skillfully", he suddenly said:

"You guy, you have a very stable heart, but you are good material for a killer. Lao Tzu, as for me, the righteous and evil things I heard about in the hidden building are not just Chen Yichou. ”

Ai Dacha blinked, and he said to Shen Qiu:

"It's better to go to Weifang all the way, you might as well return the 'justice' a few more times, kill more decent and wicked people, and find a few mediocre materials for me, okay?"

"No interest, no time."

Shen Qiupan sat in the cabin and said in a casual tone:

"And there's no obligation.

Others have to ask for justice! I can help one, can I still help the world? ”

"Every time you kill one, I'll direct you once."

The Qingyang Demon Lord rubbed his chin and said:

"This public loses skillful hands, but there are more than a dozen changes, from manipulating utensils to manipulating multiple puppets, if there is no one to guide you, your progress will be very slow."

"This matter of upholding justice is the morality of my generation of Jianghu people!"

Shen Qiu's face was straight, and he said loudly:

"I'm not greedy for your guidance, but since I said that last night, I have to do it, lest you underestimate me Shen Qiu.

Say, who will kill next! ”

"Hmph, hypocrisy!"

Ai Dacha sneered, shook his hand and threw a pamphlet to Shen Qiu, he said:

"This booklet is full of clowns like Chen Yichou, who are obtained from the hidden building, and you have killed them one by one, and you have never been wronged.

But Lao Tzu wants to remind you, Shen Qiu. These are 'righteous people', and the more you kill, the more trouble you have.

Think for yourself, this Demon Lord will never force you. ”

Shen Qiu looked at the booklet in his hand, there were at least twenty people on it, this is the land of Qilu alone, there are so many bastards like Chen Yichou?

He also understood what the "trouble" Ai Dacha was talking about.

Behind these small sects are the shadows of the big sects, and it doesn't matter if you kill one or two.

But if they are all killed, they will definitely anger those real sects, and they will even be beaten into the ranks of "demon cult demons" by those who control the public opinion of the rivers and lakes.

"Are you willing to teach me more than just being a good man?"

Shen Qiu raised his head and asked.

Edacha shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Lao Tzu's kung fu, if you want to teach you, you can't learn it, you have average talent, you don't have enough understanding, the Mo family's kung fu is all this urine, and it's difficult to learn if you don't have enough understanding."

"This..."

Shen Qiu shook the booklet in his hand, rubbed his fingers again, and made a posture that was common to the whole universe, and said:

"It's hard for me to help you with such a small pay."

"If you don't want to do it, pull it down!"

Ai Dacha snorted, and he said:

"Don't think that Lao Tzu begged you to do it, as Lao Tzu, with a wave of his hand in the Seven Sects of the Demon Sect, there will be a lot of young talents, crying and shouting to do things for Lao Tzu.

All of them are still ruthless, and they will never leave their hands behind in doing things, you are a good man! ”

"Okay, okay."

Shen Qiu didn't say anything more, he put away the booklet and said to Ai Dacha:

"Let me think about it for two days."

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Here, a small boat on Weishan Lake walked slowly towards the hinterland of Qilu.

On the land between Weifang and Linyi, there is also a team of people who are in a hurry.

Xiao Tie rode on a horse and followed the two senior leaders of the Shifei Village, Qian Guizi and Lang Mutou, towards the Qinglong Mountain Shifei Village.

Mountain ghosts, Qingqing, and the unknown Huaqing boy followed him.

At the back of the procession, there was a carriage, in which the monk was reciting scriptures, and more than a dozen elite Heluo Gang boxers were guarding the carriage.

There were quite a lot of people in this group, all riding horses, waving the flag of right and wrong.

Under the strength of the soldiers, there are several small cottages along the way, and there are no bandits robbing the road, and even those small cottages will send wine and meat to show obedience.

This shows the prestige of the village in this area.

Xiao Tie has been walking for two days, and he has also seen with his own eyes that the heroes of the right and wrong village are quite orderly, do not disturb the people, and will give silver money in exchange for dry food, and the nearby villagers are not afraid of the people in the right and wrong village.

Along the way, there is a feeling of fish and water being in harmony.

Only then did he believe that the gang of bandits who plundered the caravan that day were just rat poop in the soup pot.

When approaching Qinglong Mountain, there are bigger heads to greet you.

This is already the core sphere of influence of the right and wrong village, and the big head has only brought a few henchmen with him so far.

"Kidnappers! What's going on, so many brothers went, how did they come back to these few? ”

Liu Junshan, the second master, this bearded man rode on a jujube red horse, with a plate axe in his waist, and looked at the group in front of him with a frown.

And his question also made Qian Guizi's face dark.

The lame bandit who made the big knife whispered a few words to Liu Junshan, and the little leader under his command said to the big boss angrily:

"These are all good things done by the 'good guests' of our village!

Those brothers did not die in the battle battle with the dog thieves of the Southern Dynasty, but they died in the hands of 'their own people', what a grievance! ”

"Say less!"

Lang Mutou, who was more thoughtful, rode on his horse, and the tall and thin leader kicked the little leader hard and scolded him a few times.

The little leader looked aggrieved, but there was nothing he could do.

And the "Living Yama King" Liu Junshan knew what had happened, and the expression on his face was naturally not good.

The bearded man rode close to Xiao Tie and his group, and his tone was extremely indifferent, and he said:

"Come with me, the big boss is waiting for you. Those innocent deaths of brothers... Forget it this time. ”

The second master of the village said coldly:

"But this face is not for you, it is for my eldest brother, if there is such a thing in the future, I, Liu Junshan, will not spare you!"

"Oh."

Xiao Tie will have mixed feelings in his heart.

He is also not good at talking, so naturally he will not refute.

It's just that Qingqing was a little dissatisfied and complained to the mountain ghost brother, but the mountain ghost shook his head and didn't say anything.

There is no way to say the truth of this kind of thing, and it is impossible to explain.

"The heroes of the Heluo Gang!"

Liu Junshan rode on his horse and hugged his fists to the boxers behind him who were flying the banner of the Heluo Gang and said:

"Yes Fei Zhai has some affairs to do in the near future, so I will not invite you to go up the mountain, and I will be a thank you gift for a while, and I will thank you for your help."

"It's okay, it's okay."

The monk walked out of the carriage, with a gentle expression of a monk, holding a black Buddha stick, and raised his palm to Liu Junshan, doing Buddhist etiquette.

He said:

"The people of the Heluo Gang naturally will not rashly step into the village of right and wrong.

It's just that the poor monk is not a member of the Heluo Gang, but he has some connections, and I am also entrusted by others to escort the little brother of Zhetie.

Can the poor monk follow the little brother and enter the village?

After the little brother's family affairs are well, the poor monk will immediately go down the mountain. Can King Liu make it convenient? ”

"Don't call it a king or something, we don't want to do this."

Liu Junshan rode on a horse and waved his hand to the Lang Seng, Lang Mutou whispered a few words beside him, Liu Junshan nodded, and said to the Lang Seng:

"Since the master is a trusted person of Broken Iron, and he also held a consolation ceremony for my brother, let me wait for you to go up the mountain."

After the group finished explaining, they got on the boat under the escort of the minions, crossed the river, and stopped at the pier under Qinglong Mountain.

Then it's time to climb the mountain.

The headquarters of Shifei Village is located on the halfway of Qinglong Mountain, and in order to facilitate access and access, they have also built a road in the past ten years.

The road surface is very wide, not steep, and can go straight into the middle of the mountain.

There are only three passes on this road, and there are also earth-and-stone walls and thick gates that resemble city gates.

In various key places, there are also leaders who lead the minions to guard, and prepare more rolling wood and stones, obviously fully prepared for a possible invasion.

Those in the cottage were armed with spears and knives, and some used axes and clubs.

Although the clothes are messy, they are not very powerful.

But they are full of energy, and occasionally shouting slogans, they are also as strong as oxen.

With so many elite men gathered together, it doesn't look like an ordinary copycat gang, but it looks like a real army that dares to fight.

The young man shook the folding fan, as if he had come to the green, he observed the road up the mountain, and said to the wandering monks who were also observing beside him:

"Although this is a green forest, there is a military law between actions, and there are regulations for every movement and stillness.

Just looking at the appearance and momentum, it is no different from the Long Wujun I have seen in Lin'an. But the Longwu Army is the forbidden army of the Southern Dynasties, and the lord of the country guards it...

It's really unimaginable that this chaotic place can gather such momentum, no wonder right and wrong village can resist the north and south dynasties here for more than ten years, and it has completely gained a firm foothold. ”

The monk nodded in agreement.

He also said:

"The poor monk has traveled all over the world, and he has also seen the elite of the Northern Dynasty, and it is indeed as the son said, this is a non-village minions, and it is also a strong soldier in the world.

It's just that the number is smaller, I heard in Luoyang, this is a non-village gathering elite of more than 5,000 people, and the remaining more than 10,000 people are just waving flags and shouting. ”

"The master is bad."

The young man closed the folding fan, shook his head, and said:

"This is Feizhai after all, it is just a green forest force, how can it compare with the military strength of a country like the Southern and Northern Dynasties?

It is already remarkable to have 5,000 people who dare to fight, and it is not a problem to cross Qilu. ”

"It's just..."

Hua Qing walked on the mountain road halfway up the mountain, looked back at the distant scene, and said:

"We traveled all the way, and I also heard that the Southern Dynasty transferred 40,000 troops to destroy the right and wrong village, and outside the north, there were the elites of the Northern Dynasty snooping on the side, and after this battle, I don't know how many people are left in the right and wrong village?"

"Hehe, this war is not worrying about Gongzi."

Liu Junshan, who was walking in front, sneered, and said:

"You better take care of your eyes and mouth, and when you get down the mountain, don't talk nonsense. The Hall of Justice is ahead, and the big boss is waiting, so come with me. ”

Xiao Tie's expression changed, he took a deep breath, and followed Liu Junshan into the three-story building in front of him.

As soon as they entered, everyone smelled blood.

When they looked forward, they saw a tall, black-robed man washing his hands in a basin of water.

Beside him, stood an emaciated scribe holding a white paper fan.

Seeing Liu Junshan coming, Wu Shifeng, the third master, said happily to his brother:

"Second brother, why are you here?

The eldest brother just entered the military camp of the Southern Dynasty alone, took the head of the deputy general under Zhao Lian, killed and injured hundreds, and came back victorious, shaking the thieves and forcing Zhao Lian to retreat ten miles forward! ”

"Ahh

Liu Junshan saw the box held by the minion next to him, with a human head in it, his face was happy, so he hugged his fists and said to the person in front of him:

"Big brother is mighty!"

The tall figure wiped the wounded water stains with a handkerchief, and the basin of water was already dyed red, and he waved his hand, signaling the second brother to stop touting it.

There is no need to say more about such trivial matters.

Qiu Buping turned around, and when he wasn't holding the spear, his temperament was like that of a well-educated middle-aged master.

Under the gray-white hair, the eyes with complex meanings crossed the crowd and landed precisely on Zhetie's body.

The young man who folded the iron also looked at the tall figure in front of him blankly.

This peerless master who entered the army alone, took the head of the enemy general, crisscrossed thousands of soldiers, wreaked havoc, and returned unharmed...

Is that his father?