At night, in the mountains behind the villa, in front of Ren Hao's well-dressed mound, it was quiet.

The moonlight shines through the treetops, in front of this tombstone, and the silence all around makes people feel peaceful.

"Can't you wipe this blood away?"

He Lichuan sat cross-legged in front of the black tombstone, stretched out his hand and stroked the tombstone, those little blood stains, this was the blood splashed on the tombstone when Shen Qiu made a big fuss a few months ago.

These blood stains come from the nobles of the southern country.

But it is no more miraculous than the blood of others.

"I wiped it with my heart, but there is still a residue."

Qin Xuming stood behind He Lichuan and placed a bamboo lou filled with incense paper money beside the old man.

He whispered:

"Actually, it's okay, the alliance leader Rong Ma has been fighting all his life, and after he dies in battle, even if he worships the tombstone with blood, he probably won't feel rude."

"Indeed."

He Lichuan nodded, picked up two incense candles, put them in front of the tombstone, and flicked them casually, and two balls of sparks flew and lit the candles.

He picked up some more paper money and lit it on the candle flame.

Press on the steps of the tombstone.

"I haven't seen you for half a year, can you get started with the Liangyi Divine Fist?"

He Lichuan asked.

There were only two of them here, and he didn't hide anything anymore.

Behind him, Qin Xuming was still the same butler, and he said softly:

"The stunt is difficult to cultivate, obscure and abnormal, and before the fortunate owner left, he left some essence of boxing, and he barely got started."

"Reluctantly, no."

He Lichuan said in a quiet tone:

"I will stay here for a short time, and after everything is stable, I will travel the world, and in the future, this Wulong Villa, although the head is me.

But in general, you have to take care of it.

If you don't have the ability, I'm afraid you won't be able to suppress the scene. ”

"The owner doesn't have to worry."

Qin Xuming, the one-eyed butler, leaned over and said:

"There is a matter that needs to be reported to the owner, after the owner leaves that day, when I sort out the relics of the alliance leader? Found some news left by the alliance leader.

It should be reserved for you. ”

Talking? He took out an unopened letter from his sleeve and handed it to He Lichuan.

The latter in your hands? Open it in front of Qin Xuming? Pull out the letter paper, and there are only a few strokes in it? And only one thing was said.

"Before Jinling, he still used his own means? Checked the hidden building? ”

He Wangchuan pursed his lips in surprise? The old tone, at this moment, turned into a young man's voice.

After reading the letter, he whispered:

"He couldn't find the root of the hidden building? But found evidence of the existence of the 'hidden building owner'? The landlord really exists. is like a predator left in the center of the spider web, monitoring the entire rivers and lakes for Penglai.

Hmm, that person's lair seems to be in Jiangnan? ”

In the last letter left by Ren Hao, he gave his unfinished investigation? Shen Qiu folded the letter paper and returned it to Qin Xuming? He said:

"False name, what Uncle Ren hasn't done? You do it.

Don't alarm the hidden building, go and check it secretly? My side? I will continue to verify this news. Other than that? Those who come in to spy on the cottage, don't worry.

I sent a small warning to Jinling, which I have thrown to those who have a heart.

I know everything.

If you don't understand, don't have long eyes, and want to step on people's rammers, then how much you come, how much you bury.

However, I said in advance that if anything happens in three days, I won't take action, I'll leave it to you and let it go. It's just the right opportunity to try your hand at fame.

You can't have to take care of anything, right? It's too unremarkable. ”

Hearing this, Qin Xuming also laughed.

"The owner of the village is really a person who doesn't like to do a lot of things, but what the owner said is also reasonable, if everything is handled by the master, I and other people in these sects are indeed too incompetent."

He moved his fingers and replied:

"Please rest assured, although it is not as powerful as the owner of the village and the alliance leader, it is still not a big problem to send some scheming young people."

"Well, then I'm relieved."

He Lichuan nodded, took out some booklets from his sleeve, threw them to Qin Xuming, and said:

"Once the sect has been established, there must be martial arts to teach and disciples, Ren Hao left some martial arts, but most of them are high-grade martial arts, not everyone can learn them. 手机端 一秒記住『→m.\B\iq\u\g\\o\m』 provides you with wonderful \ novel reading.

You can recruit some of these booklets and put them in the Chuan Gong Pavilion of the Mountain Villa, in which the martial arts recorded are carefully selected by the old man, which is very suitable for the new children to practice, in order to lay a solid foundation.

You can also choose some and give them to the protégé in the lodge to practice.

In addition, choose some talented people and go to Taihang after a while.

There are many strange snakes born there, causing chaos in the mountains and giving the mountain people a headache.

Those strange snakes have courage, ordinary people can't deal with them, the scales, snake tendons and snake gall on their bodies are all strange things, just suitable for disciples to travel.

By the way, I will help the mountain people eradicate the disaster, and I will make a name for myself. ”

"Yes."

Qin Xuming's answers:

"I'll arrange it, what else does the owner command?"

He Lichuan did not answer.

After a few breaths, the paper money in front of him burned out, and there was a firelight that danced for a few minutes, illuminating the vermilion characters on the tombstone, he looked at those words, and said:

"Although I can enter the villa tonight, I probably know what the name thinks. But the old man still has to ask, fighting and playing with Penglai dog thieves is a matter of nine deaths.

False name, are you afraid? ”

"I'm afraid."

The young butler put those martial arts books into his sleeve, and he said in a calm tone:

"With the body of a mortal, who can not be afraid of fighting ghosts and gods?

But if it really collapses on this day, and there is a tall man like the owner of the village in front, I can't do big things, and I can still do it by waving the flag and shouting a few words.

I also heard about Taixing, and the owner of the village was so powerful that he killed the national teacher of the Southern Dynasty.

This time I came to worship the leader of the alliance, could it be that I wanted to sacrifice the elders with the soul of an immortal? ”

"Ugh."

He Lichuan thumped his legs, and he said:

"I have limited ability, and I want to kill the immortals, and I can't do it yet, but the next time I come to worship the old people, I can bring some good news.

You go and rest first.

Leave me with the old man and say a few more words. ”

Qin Xuming nodded, turned around and left, and after walking out of more than ten zhang, he looked back again.

The old man sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone, the candle was burning, as if he was really talking to the alliance leader, the human body and appearance were not familiar, but Qin Xuming's eyes had the gentleness of seeing the old man.

This disguise technique is quite wonderful, and with a master like him, he can't detect the difference.

A few months ago, when Shen Qiu was leaving, he was given a choice.

Do you want to leave Wulong Villa and go to the rivers and lakes?

Or do you want to stay here and keep the foundation left by the leader of the Ren Hao Alliance?

This choice is not difficult for Qin Xuming to make.

He received the great favor of the alliance lord and has regarded Wulong Villa as his home.

In this world, who would abandon their home because of some gossip?

And Shen Qiu is the heir chosen by the leader of the alliance.

No matter how much rumors there are on the rivers and lakes, it can't change this fact, and as the housekeeper around the alliance leader, he naturally has to act according to the master's instructions.

Besides, whether there is Shen Qiu or not, he has to protect here.

His father is the housekeeper in the ancestral house of the lord of the Hao League.

Although he is nominally, he is Ren Hao's servant.

But he knew that the alliance leader had never treated him as a servant, and the alliance leader had never married in his life and had no heirs, so he really cultivated Qin Xuming as his own junior.

If you really want to talk about it, Qin Xuming is more like Ren Hao's disciple than Shen Qiu.

Now I have also learned the fist of the alliance leader.

Then there really is a disciple.

He has spent his youth here, and he also wants to live his young years again in this familiar place, and when Shaohua is not there, he will be old and old, and he will be buried here.

Qin Xuming smiled, didn't think about it anymore, and turned around and left the back mountain.

Fallen leaves go back to the roots.

No matter what kind of life you go through, at the end of the day, you always have to die at home.

He was a man of faith.

It's just that it's not Shen Qiu who is loyal, but Ren Hao, who is dead.

But it doesn't matter.

He has made his choice.

The footsteps behind him were far away, and Shen Qiu heard it clearly, he also knew that Qin was a false person, saying that this young man was stupid and loyal, or stubborn, he finally stood on his side.

In fact, how Qin Xuming would choose, Shen Qiu didn't care.

Even if he really has a different heart, it doesn't matter.

That person is different from the mountain ghost and Xiao Tie.

The relationship between him and Shen Qiu, at least for now, is not like a brother, and Shen Qiu has no hope that people will treat him like a brother.

He Shen Qiu is not a gold and silver treasure, how can everyone like it?

But as long as Qin Xuming can take care of Wulong Villa and leave Uncle Ren's inheritance in the rivers and lakes, it is enough, and he doesn't expect Qin Xuming to do more for him.

Shen Qiu withdrew his attention and set his gaze on the tombstone in front of him.

He looked at the vermilion handwriting, writing Ren Hao's life, and his heart was also slightly rippling.

If Uncle Ren is still alive.

Seeing that he is not a human now, a ghost or a ghost, he must be angry.

Maybe he will also carry the Liangyi Divine Fist and teach Shen Qiu the rules well.

Pity.

He's dead.

Even the soul has always been by Shen Qiu's side.

For Ren Hao, Shen Qiu's feelings were very complicated.

It is not compared to the complete trust of the unruly road and the hatred of the uneven, nor is it compared to the complete disgust of the evil and poisonous old man.

Ren Hao is a very complicated person.

In a few words, it is not clear what he is like in life.

And he and Shen Qiu really didn't get along for a long time.

From the First Battle of Suzhou to the death of Jinling, the two of them spoke no more than 300 sentences, if you really want to talk about it, between him and Shen Qiu, compared to the so-called uncle and nephew, it is more like a master and apprentice.

And it's the kind of master and apprentice who don't know each other well.

But on the contrary, his existence also deeply affected Shen Qiu.

Just like Lu Unruly, Qiu Buping, Lei Ye, and Lang Monk, he left a very strong mark in Shen Qiu's life.

In a rough and simple way, he put shackles on Shen Qiu, wanting to bring him into the right path and completely turn him into a hero in this river and lake.

But at the time of the final separation, he untied the shackles with his own hands.

Completely gave up all his previous efforts.

The words he said to Shen Qiu before he died, Shen Qiu still remembers.

In this quiet back mountain, in the dead night, Shen Qiu closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, rubbed the cold tombstone, felt the wind blowing at night, and said softly:

"Go and take my place and lead the way.

To protect the innocent and be a generation of heroes.

Go and do all the things that people trust you and want you to do until death.

Or...

Or do nothing.

Live your own life.

There are no lives in the world.

You owe him nothing, you don't owe mine.

I don't owe this one to the rivers and lakes. ”

After saying this, Shen Qiu fell into a long silence.

After a dozen breaths, he shook his head again and chuckled.

Opening his eyes and looking at the monument in front of him, he said:

"Although you say so, if I really fall into the demonic path, then even after death, I will not have the face to see you. Uncle Ren, I'm still the same.

I don't care what I become, no matter what I do.

Won't be the kind of person you hate.

None of them will be the kind of person who will die at your punch.

I came today to report to you, that night in Jinling, I have defeated one of the two Penglai immortals who escaped under your fist, and detained his soul.

There's another one that I can't find now, but it's sure to show up again over time, and I'll catch it the next time it does.

At that time, he brought two more dogs to Uncle Ren's grave and killed them.

Even if it is to avenge Uncle Ren. ”

Speaking of this, Shen Qiu paused.

He took out the small purple clay pot from his sleeve and poured a bowl of wine into the porcelain bowl in front of the tomb, as if he was inviting Ren Hao to drink.

The moonlight above his head shone on the water bowl in front of the tomb, reflecting a ray of moonlight.

Shen Qiu said again:

"Other than that, I'm here to ask for permission.

In the future, I will do many, many 'bad things', and maybe it will make the whole country restless and chaotic.

But those things must be done.

Interfering with Penglai is one thing, and I also promised you to extinguish the fire you left behind and make the rivers and lakes really quiet.

Those who are belligerent, who yearn for war, who are unwilling to stop fighting, who have turned into chaotic rabid dogs, who are still spreading hatred and stirring up trouble, can only use this way to make them understand my persuasion.

It's a cruel thing, and I don't want to make you angry anymore, so I'm here to ask you.

Please allow me to do these things.

If you don't agree, say to your face, jump out of the grave right now, and beat me. ”

There was silence.

After Shen Qiu finished speaking, for a full ten breaths, he didn't see the tomb explode in front of him, and Ren Hao jumped out and beat him up with the posture of a ghost.

The surroundings are quiet.

The moonlight and the night breeze are still as gentle as before.

"Okay."

Shen Qiu looked at the tombstone, blinked, and said:

"Then I'll just say yes, and I'll just do it."

After saying that, he picked up the bowl of wine, sprinkled it in front of the tombstone, and took out three sticks of sandalwood and lit them in front of the tomb.

The wind blew the smoke and dispersed it.

Shen Qiu stood up and bowed to the tombstone once.

took out the cigarette stick on his waist, and turned back into He Lichuan, a strange man in the rivers and lakes, swaying and swinging, like the old man, slightly arching his body and beating his waist.

As soon as he jumped up, he was like a light flutter, as if he was borrowing strength in the wind, and flew towards the villa.

Three days later, it was the day when Wulong Villa opened its sect.

It is also the day when Shen Qiu sent out an "invitation" in Taihang and should have received a reply.

Shen Qiu was also very curious, what kind of answer would the Pure Yang Sect, the Jade Emperor Palace, and the Beggar Gang, these three sect forces who had seen the evil things in Penglai with their own eyes and experienced Taihang overnight bring him?

He already has the Heluo Gang around him, but compared to Penglai, who is hiding in the shadows of the rivers and lakes, his power is still weak.

To do great things, we must unite all the forces that can be united.

It doesn't matter if it's a friend or an enemy.

Whether voluntarily or forced.

Whether it's a hero or a rookie.

There are never too many like-minded companions who go the same way.

Shen Qiu couldn't remember where he had heard it, saying that such things as friends were like toilet paper.

On weekdays, it never hurts to have a few extra rolls under the sink.