In the afternoon, there was a cold wind, no sunshine, and overcast clouds.

On the mountain behind the village, Qiu Buping stood in front of the new graves all over the mountain, with no tombstones, no bouquets, and even paper money, incense and candles for the festival were lacking.

The damage in this battle was too heavy.

More than 1,000 elite soldiers in the village were killed, almost everyone was wounded, and more than 1,000 people returned to the Southern Dynasty with the ghost scholars.

In this battle, the elite army of Feizhai will be completely disabled.

As for the minions under the mountain, the losses are smaller.

Although those people are also non-Zhai, they are only peripheral members, and it is okay to fight a good fight, but this time they were raided by the Southern Dynasty, although they ended up winning in the end.

But since last night, a small group of people have abandoned the village.

This is not in the village, and not all of them are heroes.

After all, there is only one life, and it is not a wrong thing to spare your life.

Qiu Buping was wearing a white filial piety dress and a white cloth on his head, and Lang Mu was also dressed in the same way.

The leaders and minions on the back hill were all wearing filial piety, silent, only low sobs, wrapped in the sad music.

Xiao Tie stood behind his father.

He followed the hatred and bowed to the new tomb in front of him, and he also participated in this big festival, which can be regarded as being truly accepted by the rest of the right and wrong village.

Shen Qiu and his party stood on the periphery.

They are not from the village, so they do not have to participate in the festival.

Allowing them to watch the ceremony can be regarded as the right and wrong village to recognize them.

At this time, there was no "professional" to do the work, and after Qiu Buping personally visited, the monk Lang presided over this great ceremony.

Fortunately, he is also a monk.

is no stranger to this process of paying tribute to the souls of the dead.

In the solemn mourning, the monk wore a yellow monk's robe, and put on a red robe, and sat solemnly on a platform, beating wooden fish, turning Buddhist beads, and reciting the Tibetan scriptures.

The voice was blessed by the true qi and reverberated above the back mountain.

There were a few non-Zhai people who could chant the scriptures behind him, and they also recited them together, which made this very chilling festival more solemn.

"Xiao Tie found his biological father, the enemy helped him, and we saved my senior brother again."

Qingqing girl was put on her shoulder by Xiuhe, but she was a little taller than Shen Qiu, she was also in a bad mood, and while looking at the Dafa in front of her, she whispered:

"It's obviously two very happy things, why is this the ending?"

No one answered the girl's question.

The people of this era take the matter of the festival very seriously, even the immortal cultivators like Hua Qing are solemn at this time, and the mountain ghost is holding the Chengying Sword and standing behind everyone.

He was also wearing a mountain ghost mask and couldn't see his expression.

But Shen Qiu knew that the mountain ghosts must also be mourning in silence for these war dead in their hearts.

Otherwise, with his character, he would not have come to participate in things that he was not interested in.

"Senior brother, you said, this enemy is really entangled between his two brothers."

Qingqing rode on Xiuhe's shoulder, bent down, and whispered to Shen Qiu, who ignored her:

"They are obviously real righteous brothers, but in the end they killed each other, and the ghost scholar and the living king of Hades both said that it was for the good of the lord of the village.

But who's right and who's wrong?

Senior brother, I didn't figure it out last night after thinking about it all night, you can help me think about it. ”

"This kind of thing, who is right and who is wrong?"

Shen Qiu didn't speak, but the young man who was standing on the side whispered:

"Wu Shifeng colluded with the Southern Dynasties, and then involved civil strife in the village, trying to destroy the village, he should be a bad person. But I think that when the ghost book gave birth to this decision, he must have been in pain.

He has been in this non-village for 14 years, and he is also a member of the non-village.

When he said that he wanted to destroy the right and wrong village, he had already made up his mind that he would not live alone. ”

Hua Qing sighed, and he said:

"The ghost scholar is absolutely loyal to the lord of the village.

There was no doubt about this, for in order to free his eldest brother from his misery, he could lay down his own life and that of his other brothers.

And Liu Junshan is not to mention, it is not too much to say that he is foolish and loyal.

But it is this kind of reckless man who died for righteousness, and before he died, he begged his eldest brother to forgive the betrayer, this kind of righteousness, outsiders seem to be shocked.

But it also messed up my Dao heart. ”

The young man smiled bitterly.

He said:

"Red dust washes my heart.

The matter of Suzhou and the matter of Qilu really made me interested in this disdainful Hongchen. This trip is wrong!

I really shouldn't have come..."

"But here you are."

The mountain ghost, who had been silent, suddenly said:

"If wrought iron is not beaten, it will be difficult to refine the sword."

"What you say is a bit similar to my master."

Hua Qing opened the folding fan with a sigh, shook it, and said to the mountain ghost:

"Don't be embarrassed to talk about me, you savage in the mountains, don't you want to see how this thing ends?

Otherwise, you should have left a long time ago. ”

The mountain ghost shook his head, but did not speak again.

It wasn't until everyone was silent that Shen Qiu stretched out his hand, patted Qingqing's arm, and motioned for her to get off Xiuhe, and he whispered:

"There is no right or wrong in this matter. If you have to say something wrong, it should be Qiu Buping, not Liu Junshan and Wu Shifeng. ”

"Hey, senior brother, what do you mean by that?"

Qingqing looked at Shen Qiu in surprise, but the latter stopped talking.

There seems to be no interest in this issue anymore.

In front of their eyes, the monk recited the Buddhist scriptures nine times, and after the Dharma was done, the mourning and joy stopped.

His own minions sent a bowl of turbid wine to the unequal people, and the owner of the village drank most of the bowl of wine, and then sprinkled the remaining wine on the new grave in front of him.

buried there, it's Liu Junshan, and there is money to kidnap.

"Remember, my son."

Qiu Buping took the empty bowl, pointed to the land left next to the new grave under his feet, and said to the broken iron behind him:

"If you die for your father, you will be buried here!"

Born as a brother, death is also a brother, down the Yellow Spring, but also to accompany my brother in that place to be at ease.

I can't settle the rights and wrongs of this world.

If the underworld is also unfair, I will naturally have a good quarrel with the king of Hades! ”

"Bang"

The bowl in his hand was smashed to the ground and shattered.

"Yes and wrong!

For our brothers, set up a wine and make a grand walk! ”

Qiu Buping shouted, and the sound spread throughout the back mountain, and behind him, the leaders with bandages and weak faces stepped forward.

As if you were resentful, you drank half a bowl of wine and poured the remaining half bowl over the new grave.

The sound of the bowl breaking is like a carnival scene of heroes drinking and having fun.

It's just that...

The new grave is desolate, and the people are sad.

"Don't be too anxious on the Huangquan Road.

Slow, slow, brothers.

Drink this cup of righteous wine, don't drink that Meng Po soup, the next life is still far away, and go to the battlefield to die with the thief. ”

Some old bandits sang the tune, but there was no joy, only a full stomach.

In the midst of the unmelody roar, a cottager hurried to Qiu Buping's side and handed a letter nailed to the owner of the village.

The big boss who wore linen and filial piety opened the letter and glanced at it, and his fists clenched tightly.

Qiu Buping hurried away, took Xiao Tie with filial piety, and went back to the cottage with Shen Qiu and others.

On the way back, Xiao Tie remained silent until he reached the back village, when he suddenly asked Shen Qiu:

"Brother Shen, I can't figure it out, why did my father and the village of right and wrong come to this point? Can you help me out? ”

"What do you want me to say as an outsider?"

Shen Qiu shrugged helplessly, he looked at the young man with a tangled face, then pointed to his side room, and said:

"But if you really want to know, let me tell you casually.

But I'm not entirely right, just take it as a joke.

It's not a good thing, it's your father's fault, he has walked ninety-nine steps on this road, and he saw that hope was ahead, but he stopped at the last step.

That's what happened today. ”

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On the other side, thirty miles outside Qinglong Mountain, in the camp of the Southern Korean Army.

Weihou Zhao Lian was sitting in a chair.

His face was pale, his chest and abdomen were covered with blood-stained bandages, and his left arm had been pulled out by an arrow, but he had injured his muscles and bones, and he was afraid that he would have to cultivate with his heart.

But although miserable.

But it was not as rumored, seriously injured and near-dead.

Zhao Lian's martial arts, although not as amazing as Qiu Buping, but also practiced protective qi, and he was also wearing a hundred refining treasure armor, although he was stabbed by Qiu Buping, but it was not to the extent of death.

He deliberately released the news to reassure the people of Shifei Zhai, and also to prepare the Southern Korean army to retreat.

However, this retreat was not due to fear of retaliation.

Right and wrong has been crippled by the First World War, so there is no need to be afraid.

Wei Hou was even more worried because the 20,000 elites on the side of the Northern Dynasty had already galloped towards Qinglong Mountain, and if the Southern Dynasty did not retreat, it would be easy to get involved in the next battle.

"Did the letter get out?"

Wei Hou, who had white hair and beard, played with two iron balls with his right hand, and he asked his cronies beside him.

The latter nodded, and replied with a forked hand:

"I have sent a letter to Tanma, and I have also seen that the people of Fei Zhai have taken the letter, so it must be that the news of the arrival of the Northern Korean army has been known to Qiu Buping."

"Good!"

Zhao Lian touched his breath, narrowed his eyes, and said:

"Naye Luzong, if you want to take advantage of the fact that Ben Hou and the right and wrong village are defeated, and then come to pick the peaches, this Hou will plan and make those barbarians of the Northern Dynasty fight with the remnants of the right and wrong village first.

At that time, no matter who wins or loses, Ben Hou can be the yellow sparrow.

If we can win, the chaotic situation of the entire Qilu for 20 years can also be decided in one battle! ”

Naturally, cronies do not dare to express their views on such matters.

He thinks that his own marquis's wishful thinking is too good, but it is just that the right and wrong villages and the Northern Dynasties, what if they can't fight?

In other words, it is that Feizhai has been disabled, and in the face of the elite of the Northern Dynasty who are like tigers and wolves, do you dare to fight again? TVmobile/

Weihou is very confident.

Especially before, when he saw that the remnants of Commander Qiu Buping's army repelled the elite of the Southern Dynasty, he became more and more confident in this strategy.

"Supreme twelve, a hundred birds towards the phoenix gun."

Zhao Lian patted the table with a regretful face, and said:

"It's really a soldier's treasure, but it's a pity that it fell into the hands of that enemy, if I can get that treasure soldier, expel the Tartars, and restore the country, it's not impossible."

After sighing, Zhao Lian got up and put on a piece of clothing, and walked to the edge of the camp.

This is the place where the leaders and soldiers of the non-village who voted for the Southern Dynasty are located, and it is some distance from the camp.

Zhao Lian didn't pay attention to those leaders, but went straight into the depths of this camp, he opened the tent, and was greeted by a strong smell of medicinal herbs.

In the tent, Wu Shifeng, a ghost scholar with his upper body naked, was kneeling on the ground and worshipping in the direction of the village.

He also had extensive burns on his body, and most of his face was burned, making him look like a ghost.

It was only when he was rescued in time by the Southern Dynasty sergeant who broke into the cottage that night that he saved his life.

The way he is at this time is somewhat similar to his nickname.

Zhao Lian stood on the edge of the tent with a smile, and did not stop Wu Shifeng from worshipping his dead comrades.

The ghost scholar endured great pain in every move, as could be seen from the twitching cheeks of his face.

But even after enduring the extreme pain caused by the burns, the ghost scholar's worship was still solemn, quite like a bachelor's style.

In front of him, there were several tablets.

There are his second brother Liu Junshan's, as well as his brother Qian Kidnapper, and the remaining few have written the words "right and wrong", incense candles are lit, and paper money ashes are flying.

Wu Shifeng knelt three times and knocked nine times, barely making a salute.

"I heard that you wanted to take poison and kill yourself after you woke up yesterday?"

Wei Hou played with the iron ball in his hand, and he said:

"Do you feel that you owe a grievance? Or do you think that you are sorry for your comrades? ”

"Why are you trying to save me?"

The ghost scholar sat cross-legged on the ground, with his back to Wei Hou, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"It was agreed that day, I will help you break the village, but I live and die, but it is not worthy of the Hou Ye's attention, right?"

"Shifeng's words don't make sense."

Wei Hou stepped forward with a smile, sat on the chair, and said to the ghost scholar:

"The old man sees you as a true loyal person, and he also knows that you will not surrender to my court.

The old man saved you, not to plot against you, but the world has been in chaos so much that he can't bear to see the loyal and righteous people die.

After you are healed, you can leave on your own, and the old man will never stop you. ”

After Wei Hou said this, the ghost scholar sneered.

How could someone as wise as he believed such nonsense?

Zhao Lian didn't care about Wu Shifeng's ridicule, he patted his knee and said:

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not.

There is just one thing, the old man wants to inform you, that Yeluzong, the general of the Northern Dynasty, is taking 20,000 elite horsemen and going towards you Feizhai.

Just like our dynasty, the Northern Dynasty has always coveted the land of Qilu, and they will never want to really occupy Qilu. ”

Zhao Lian squinted his eyes, and when he said this, he didn't say anything.

The ghost scholar in front of him forced his eyes, thought for a moment, and said:

"Master Hou has made up his mind, he wants to be a yellow sparrow?"

"Haha, it's really smart."

Zhao Lian laughed, shook his hand and threw out an object, which was thrown at the feet of the ghost scholar, and he said:

"This tiger talisman can mobilize the three teams of men and horses in my camp, and if you count the righteous men who came with you, it can also form more than 6,000 people...

You also saw that the old man was injured and couldn't go into battle, so how to fight this battle next, the old man will hand it over to you. ”

Weihou turned around and played with the iron ball in his hand, and said without looking back:

"If I know your loyalty, I will be faithful.

Where to go, Shifeng thought about it himself. ”