At noon, outside the camp.

A carefully selected place, facing north and south, in the shade of the place, the bearded man holding a shovel is loosening the soil one by one.

In front of him, there was a newly erected tombstone, and a simple tombstone was made out of stones found around.

There is more than this one of these desolate graves.

There is not only one bearded man who digs the soil.

"I told Lao Wang that when this battle is over, I will take him to the Jade Palace to pay respects.

He is a martial arts maniac, and he admires the Jianghu faction very much, always saying that he has no hope in his life, and always wants to send his precious son to the gate faction to practice martial arts.

In the future, I want to be a hero, and I will also shine on the lintel. ”

Yang Fu shoveled the soil as if chatting.

To the silent people around him, he told him about the life of his good brother.

There aren't many people talking here.

He could be heard in a somewhat hoarse voice, echoing in the sound of digging in the soil.

"Lao Wang's martial arts are actually good, but his family background is not good, his background is humble, and when he was young, he didn't have good exercises, and he wasted his time in vain.

I became brothers with him, and I gave him the family tradition.

On that day, I remember clearly, Lao Wang swore that he would repay me in this life.

He thought.

I was giving him something really good.

I think so, too.

If you don't give good things to your own brothers, who are you going to give them to?

But actually..."

The deep male voice, at this moment, stopped.

The bearded man held a shovel and stretched out his hand to caress the nameless tombstone in front of him.

He said:

"I hurt him.

If I hadn't given him that exercise at that time, he wouldn't have been able to practice martial arts, maybe he would have stopped practicing martial arts by now, gone home, become a little rich man, and stay with his family.

How can you die here?

I hurt him. ”

The bearded man dropped his shovel and took a few steps back.

From the bamboo tower on the ground, he took out a stack of paper money and candles, and a small bottle of wine.

He knelt in front of the tombstone.

He lit the candle, lit the paper money, placed it in front of the tombstone, took a bowl, and poured some wine into it.

He said:

"But even so, I know that.

Under Lao Wang Jiuquan, he still won't blame me, he won't think that I hurt him.

He will say that it was I who gave him hope, it was I who took him into the martial arts and fulfilled his dream of being a hero, even if his reputation has never spread outside Jinan Mansion.

But he still feels that his life is worth it.

will not be like his father, who will live all his life guarding the field and property, living in a nest and without glory. ”

The bearded man's voice grew louder and louder.

His eyes were red, and he reached out and drank the bowl of wine in one gulp.

Drunk roughly.

Drinks dripped down his beard, wetting his clothes.

"But the king.

Yang would rather you be like your father, be a peaceful farmer, this Laoshizi Jianghu, what's so good!

You wanted to do great things, but you didn't come from a successful background and died a hundred miles away.

You let Yang, how can you have the face to go back and see your family! ”

He said so.

It's like a rebuke.

But that simple man could no longer jump from the grave.

Have a good argument with him.

When a man dies, he cannot be resurrected.

Yang Fu poured a bowl of wine into the bowl again.

He kowtowed a few times towards the tombstone, then stood up, his bowl in hand.

Sprinkle the wine in front of the tombstone.

Accompany his brother, drink one last time, and send him on Huangquan Road.

Behind the bearded man, more than 30 people watched this scene quietly, they were the warriors who followed Yang Fu all the way back to the remnants of Dongying.

Each of them is a brave man.

After this battle, they will all be Qilu heroes.

Naturally, there are people who survived to spread the stories of these thirty warriors to all parts of the world.

There are countless young people who will step into the rivers and lakes because of their heroic encouragement, and there are also countless martial arts high-rollers who will be deeply honored by their actions.

There will be people who call them righteous heroes, and there will be people who preach their morality.

Even, after they die, after they are buried in the ground.

Their stories will continue on this land by word of mouth.

Those stories will transcend themselves.

Legends, myths, and finally bedtime stories for generations of children.

The name will go down in history, but that's it.

Countless heroes walk the rivers and lakes and try their best to fight, isn't it just for this name before and after death?

This should have been a good thing.

But here, in the hearts of these more than 30 people, there is no sense of honor.

A false reputation is not as good as that nightmare day, hell fighting.

The so-called chivalrous name is not as good as waking up in the middle of the night and being devastated.

No matter how many others praise their courage.

They themselves know that they can survive not because of how powerful they are or how skilled their means are.

Just because, they were lucky.

It's just because, in a desperate situation, they met the bearded man in front of them, and they were taught divine martial arts by this bearded man.

Only then was he able to fight his way out of the crowd surrounded by ghosts.

And Yang Fu learned divine martial arts, and they are not the only ones.

At the time of departure, they had sixty or seventy people.

At the end of the day, there were only about 30 people left.

Half of the people were buried on that road.

And now, those companions are buried in front of them.

In the desolate graves, the sleeping are the dead who are more courageous than them.

That's a companion.

Even if you don't know the name, you don't know the teacher.

Even if all the intersections of everyone are just fighting all the way, and their comrades are bloody.

But still companions.

The friendship of warriors is always so pure and simple.

When they meet, righteousness is the king's drink, and their comrades are called brothers when they are dyed with blood.

Those of them who survived.

It is our duty and responsibility to remember that these comrades who died for them will pass on their stories and courage until the last breath of their lives.

The rest of your life will be precious, and you will no longer live just for yourself.

"Brothers, don't leave first, listen to Yang say a few words."

After Yang Fu poured three bowls of wine, he turned around.

Looking at the white cloth wrapped around the arms of everyone behind him, he called out.

The warriors who were in front of the graves and worshiped their relatives and friends also raised their heads.

A few of them were ready to leave, and stopped.

They looked at Yang Fu.

This bearded man led them out of the encirclement, and in the hearts of these survivors, there was naturally some gratitude and respect.

Yang Fu felt the gaze in front of him, and he took a deep breath.

Say:

"I don't know what your brothers think in their hearts, but Yang fought hard, survived, and the misfortune in his heart was still not understood.

I have a brother who died at the hands of demons.

My child has been damaged by the evil array.

Every time I think about this, my heart is like a knife.

As a man, Yang failed to protect his brother and family, and he failed to fail.

Do not hide from the brothers.

Last night, Yang even lost all thoughts and committed suicide. ”

The atmosphere of the crowd was a little lower.

A few haggard-looking people bit their lips and lowered their heads.

Not only did Yang Fu have this thought, there were a few people in the crowd who lost their beloved wife or husband, or the same brother, and went home to face their families without shame.

He had already made up his mind that after leaving here, he would find a place to kill himself.

"But the one who pulled Yang back into the world..."

The bearded man glanced back at the tombstone behind him.

He said:

"The same as my brothers, my children, I think, they must be unwilling in their hearts, just as my generation is unwilling in their hearts, I think, if I also die, then who will get back the unwillingness and justice of these brothers?"

Yang Fu's voice was louder.

Unpretentious.

It's exactly what you think in your heart, and you can listen to it.

He shouted:

"In the past, there were Penglai secrets in the rivers and lakes, but we listened to it and believed it. Who would have thought that behind the legends of the immortal family for hundreds of years, there would be such a ghostly and gloomy one?

There is a reason for this surging disaster in front of us, and it is our inaction!

Now, I have seen the fierceness of Penglai with my own eyes, playing with the world, and treating my generation of warriors as beasts in the bar!

Now that we see it, we can't treat it as if nothing happened! ”

The bearded man clenched his fists.

He said:

"Yang was resentful in his heart, so he wanted to build the 'Shenwu Alliance'.

Don't get involved in the world's disputes, regardless of the good and evil of the rivers and lakes, just use the knife in your hand to seek justice for the brothers buried here!

I also want to go to those Penglai dog thieves for the disaster of Qilu for me, and complain about their grievances!

I also know that people have their own aspirations, and the rivers and lakes are entangled, and I don't want all my brothers to enter here.

It's just that in the hearts of the brothers, there is also resentment and unwillingness like Yang, and they also want to seek justice for the deceased, and they don't want to see such a tragic thing happen again.

Then next time, when Penglai wants to hurt my world again, I will ask all the brothers to join me in fighting ghosts again! ”

In the end, he was already indignant.

The whole body is really angry, and the river does not stop.

There is no knife in his hand, but the sword intent of chasing ghosts and Shura is also faintly emerging.

Before the desolate grave, Yang Fu made a knife with his hand and slashed his forehead.

Shed blood to cover the face.

"Today, Yang made an oath in front of all the brothers!"

"From now on, as long as I still have a breath of air, I will not allow this world to become a ghost."

"From now on, as long as there is something full of demons and evils, I Yang Fu will kill it with a knife!"

"From now on, as long as there is a place for Penglai dog thieves to make trouble, I will have my 'Shenwu Alliance' to fight to the death!"

"Brother!"

"All the ghosts learn from it!"

"Heaven and earth learn from it!"

"Boom"

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if Yang Fu made a great oath of heaven and earth, and was really heard by the way of heaven.

As soon as the bearded man finished speaking, a blue thunderbolt fell from the sky.

Across the sky, it exploded above everyone's heads.

This scene made everyone in front of Yang Fu awe-inspiring.

Those who dare to fight with the bearded man to kill a group of ghosts are definitely not courageless.

Now that Yang Fuyi's words in his heart aroused the righteous indignation in his heart, and this celestial phenomenon rose, and immediately, more than a dozen people strode out.

Like Yang Fu, they used their fingers as knives and slashed across their foreheads.

Each swore a blood oath.

And all the others did the same.

The bearded man saw that the brothers swore to follow each other, and he sighed in his heart for a while.

He said:

Yang also knows.

Even if the news of our Qilu spreads, in this world, there are many people like us who only regard the tragic things in this world as a joke.

Qilu's miserable today is their despair tomorrow.

I also know that when the news of our Shenwu Alliance comes out, there will also be rumors and rumors, which will hurt our thoughts and splash dirty water.

But brothers!

What we do is not for the praise of others, nor do we seek any heroic morality. ”

The bearded man stretched out his hand to the crowd in front of him, and he said in a loud voice:

"All of us in the Divine Martial Alliance are vengeful people!

I'm waiting for thirty-three people, thirty-three knives,

If you have a strong ambition, you will destroy its Penglai ambition.

Cut off the ghostly future! Gather today and make a blood oath, not to seek hegemony in the martial arts, just to seek justice and resolve grievances.

Brothers, no matter when, don't forget your original intention. ”

Everyone agreed in unison.

At the moment, it was decided to go everywhere and around, recruit people, and arrange a reunion in Mount Tai in January.

Practice the art of divine martial arts and prepare for the next battle.

At this scene, falling into the distant mountains and forests, Shen Qiu stood with his hands in his hands, standing in a towering treetop.

Behind him, Zhang Lan hugged the cat and smiled strangely.

He looked at the blue arc that was still wrapped around Shen Qiu's fingers, and said with a smile:

"Your assist, it's wonderful. With the power of heaven and earth, he swore a blood oath for the bearded man. Tell me honestly, is this Shenwu Alliance also from you? ”

"So what?"

Shen Qiu said casually:

"Guan Zhonghua Mountain, Central Plains Heluo, Jiangnan Wulong, Qilu Shenwu.

Jianmen, Jade Emperor, Nirvana, Chunyang, Miaojiang, Five Elements, and Momen, this is the new martial arts in the next era, Shen is really tired of the mixed world, black and white.

Now that you have the ability to change it, why not do it? ”

"You're thinking beautiful."

Zhang Lan laughed, stroked the cat in his arms, and said:

"People's hearts are immortal, and desires are immortal, even if Penglai is destroyed? In the next era, there will still be good people and bad people, how can you Shen Qiu be able to grasp everything in this world?

You're not a god. ”

"I'm not."

Shen Qiu glanced back at Zhang Gangjing and said:

"But the root of any rule is not whether it can be violated, but whether it can bear the price after violating it.

As you said, even if Penglai is defeated, there will still be ambitions in the future.

But my unrighteous and evil Lechuan Sect is still in the rivers and lakes, as long as they can resist the ruling of the Lechuan Sect afterwards and retaliate...

Shen really doesn't care what those righteous and evil careerists want to do. After all, no matter how bad they are... Can it be worse than Shen, a demon who drains his soul and messes up the world? ”

"Sect Master domineering!"

Zhang Lan smiled, stood still, and stood on the treetops.

He arched his hand to Shen Qiu and said flatteringly.

The Lethe Sect Master waved his hand.

He said:

"The matter of Qilu has come to an end.

I and Qingqing, I have to stay here longer, and then go to Guanzhong, you and Xiaotie, Huaqing, Wujian and others, go back to Suzhou first.

Rest for a few days, and then cooperate with Shen Lan to collect some information about the Lin'an place, and the next battle will definitely be there. ”

"Hmm."

Zhang Lan responded.

But he quickly thought of something, and said:

"Those Dongying monks seem to be leaving, aren't you going to send them off?"

"Master Zhenji came to Middle-earth in search of hope.

This Ningbo, Qilu two battles, he has already understood, this time back to Dongying, he has to do a desperate fight. ”

Shen Qiu said:

"Thousands of miles away, this farewell, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see each other again.

They have contributed a lot to this battle, and although they are people outside the territory, they have the perseverance of those who do not belong to me, and they are all good men.

The hero will set foot on the battlefield, so he will naturally send it.

Let Qingqing and Xiaotie also go together, everyone together, go and send them off. ”