Shi Mingxuan ordered someone to bring the coffin, and after the seventh uncle's body was collected, he asked Lu Peng on the side: "You tell me the cause and effect of the incident carefully, that Xianyin Palace is just a second-rate faction, how can you hurt the seventh uncle?"

Land Rover watched Uncle Seven's face disappear under the coffin lid little by little, and only felt like a world away, the old buddies who were drinking with him three days ago were separated forever at this moment.

Shi Mingxuan personally asked about this matter, and Lu Peng gave him a refreshment and replied seriously.

This time, their task is to safely protect Wu Nanyan, the palace master of Guiyuan Palace, who is about to leave the customs.

Guiyuan Palace and Xianyin Palace originally belonged to the same faction, but ten years ago, after the break, they were divided into two, and each other fought more than one other in order to prove who was strong and who was weak.

There is a secret treasure in Guiyuan Palace, the Tianxiao Spirit Shadow Stone, which can greatly increase the speed of spiritual cultivation, but its refining process is very complicated, and the refiner may also be in danger of life.

Before Wu Nanyan retreated to refine the Tianxiao Spirit Shadow Stone, he expected that his rival Immortal Hidden Palace would come to snatch the strange treasure that was about to be born, so he found the Jackdaw Gate in advance, hoping to be able to stay by the side at the last moment of refining.

The Heavenly Shadow Stone needs to be burned with the True Soul Fire for five years without interruption, and the heat needs to be readjusted every once in a while, and someone needs to be by the side at all times and adjust it carefully to be correct.

What's more important is that at the last moment, it is necessary to inject the spiritual power of the palace master of the Guiyuan Palace before it can be refined, and if there is a slight mistake, the person who refines it will be eaten by the Tianxiao Spirit Shadow Stone, and at least the spiritual power will be lost, and the worst will be lost.

Land Rover and the other four arrived at the Guiyuan Palace located at the top of the Jialan Snow Mountain seven days in advance, and found that there were many people from the Xianyin Palace lying in ambush around the top of the mountain.

Three days ago, the seventh uncle set off from the Jackdaw Gate and came to the top of Jialan, a ghost knife with a strong Qingyang spiritual power, guarding in the Guiyuan Palace, and the surrounding Immortal Hidden Palace and the like did not dare to make a mistake, and retreated a lot.

Everyone thought that there was nothing to do, who would have thought that on the night when the Wu Palace Lord of Guiyuan Palace was about to leave the customs, the Immortal Yin Palace, which had originally retreated, rushed up, easily broke through the protection of Guiyuan Palace, and broke into the main hall.

Most of the people in the Guiyuan Palace are women, and they can't stop the fierce people of the Immortal Hidden Palace.

The seventh uncle took the lead in the battle and stopped the people who were pouring in like a tide, and no one could step past him alive, and they were all stopped in front of his sword.

Everyone in the Immortal Hidden Palace is determined to obtain the Tianxiao Spirit Shadow Stone, and if they can get this divine object, they will be able to recover the increasingly lonely Immortal Yin.

So, his eldest disciple Zhuang Qishui prepared a trick, he ordered someone to pretend to be Land Rover and others, deceived the seventh uncle to a dark corner, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to stab him in the abdomen with a dagger.

Who is the seventh uncle, he saw through the trick at a glance, and when the dagger entered the abdomen by an inch, he took it down and killed the incoming person.

Zhuang Qishui was extremely ruthless, and he had already ordered someone to coat the dagger with a layer of extremely poisonous cloud silk centipede body fluid, and the dagger only entered the body by one inch, and the seventh uncle was poisoned.

Lu Peng still remembered that the seventh uncle at that time walked out of the shadows, glanced at the black blood flowing from his abdomen, smiled faintly, and then without saying a word, brandished the ghost knife that had accompanied him for more than forty years, and rushed into the crowd of people who came to the Immortal Hidden Palace, killing many people who came to attack, and the rest of them fled in all directions.

The seventh uncle finally fell to the ground and died of poison.

His last words were: "Zhuang Qishui harms me, take care of Tingyun." ”

The palace master of Guiyuan Palace finally got out of the customs safely, and the Tianxiao Spirit Shadow Stone was also successfully refined.

The task was completed, but the seventh uncle died.

The people of the Immortal Hidden Palace fled scattered, and Zhuang Qishui also fled, and for a while, he disappeared.

Lu Peng had no choice but to say goodbye to Guiyuan Palace, first bring back the body of the seventh uncle for burial, and then seek revenge from the Immortal Hidden Palace.

After listening to the narration, Shi Mingxuan had secretly made a decision in his heart, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Send off Uncle Seventh first, don't worry, this revenge will make him pay for his blood debt." ”

Lu Peng nodded, and the two of them stepped on the stairs of the Jackdaw Gate together with the team carrying the coffin.

I don't know when, the ugly face Ah Ping also came, he stood in front of the stone monument of the Jackdaw Gate, looked at Chu Tingyun who was walking at the front of the team, his eyes were resolute, and he turned around and rode on a black and shiny horse.

The broad figure gradually disappeared with the sound of the horse's hooves.

Hate Wind saw everything in her eyes, and she understood the ugly-faced man's eyes, which was the determination of revenge.

Hate Feng stayed, although she was not familiar with Uncle Seven, she had a friendship with a glass of wine, and she knew Chu Tingyun, so she made this decision, and it was not too late to set off for Yucheng two days later.

The mourning hall was covered with white curtains, and the coffin of the seventh uncle was placed in the main hall, and a black short knife hung at the head of the coffin, which was the weapon he used all his life, and accompanied him to the end of his life.

Chu Tingyun knelt in front of the hall, dressed in white linen, with a white strip tied on his forehead, hanging his head, and not saying a word.

There was a crowd of black people gathered outside the mourning hall, most of them were from the Jackdaw Gate, and a small number of people were people outside the door, all of whom were friends of the seventh uncle, and as soon as they received the news, they hurried over.

Shi Mingxuan led everyone and bowed three times to the mourning hall, then turned around and said to everyone: "Jackdaw Gate and Xianyin Palace under Zhuang Qishui, forge an enmity against the sky, if anyone can bring his head to see, reward 1,000 taels of silver." ”

The crowd was in an uproar, and the news of seizing Zhuang Qishui's head began to spread inside the door.

Hate Feng stayed in the mourning hall for two days, during which Chu Tingyun did not enter, and he never even slept, but occasionally got up and walked, and returned to the mourning hall, kneeling in front of the coffin, silent.

Hate Feng knew that she was uncomfortable, so he said: "People can't be resurrected after death, if Uncle Seven is here, he definitely doesn't want to see you like this." ”

A sneer came, Chu Tingyun stared at the black knife at the head of the coffin, and said, "What do you know, the pain of losing your father, how do you know." ”

This sentence deeply pierced the heart of Hate Feng, how could she not understand the pain of losing her father.

"Hey, why are you talking like this, people are kind enough to comfort you, and even the mission is delayed, for what, just to listen to your words?"

It was Jiufeng who spoke, he was carrying two pots of wine in his hand, on his left shoulder, and a few bowls in his hand, planning to send off Uncle Qi and have a few drinks with him, but he didn't expect that as soon as he entered the mourning hall, he heard what Chu Tingyun said just now.

Hate Feng knew that she was in a bad mood now, and knew that what she had just said was angry, so she shook her head at Jiufeng, got up and walked out.

The crowd outside the mourning hall suddenly became agitated, and the voices of discussion continued, as if someone had arrived.

A man covered in blood, holding a lame leg and a cane, walked into the crowd, and everyone silently made way for the man.

Chu Tingyun heard the movement of the crowd behind him, looked sideways, and saw Ah Ping.

Ah Ping's personality was moody, and he hadn't seen anyone for two days, and Chu Tingyun thought he didn't want to come over, so he didn't go to him.

At this moment, he actually came, carrying a bloody wooden box in his hand.

He is a mute, with a piercing wound on half of his chin, and he looks extraordinarily infiltrating, except for Chu Tingyun, he basically doesn't interact with other people on weekdays, and he doesn't have any friends in the Jackdaw Gate.

Everyone looked at him, and occasionally someone whispered a few words, not knowing that he would come over today.

Ah Ping walked to the mourning hall, leaned down, put the wooden box on the ground in front of the coffin with both hands, and was about to kneel, but because of his lame, he stood unsteadily, and almost fell, but fortunately he was supported by Jiufeng, and he slowly knelt upright.

A heavy kowtow sounded, and Ah Ping kowtowed three times in a row before stopping.

Chu Tingyun seemed to sense something, opened the wooden box placed on the ground, and saw a bloody head placed in it, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Even Jiufeng breathed a sigh of relief after seeing it.

A few people outside the mourning hall ran in, and Lu Peng, who followed the seventh uncle on a mission, was among them, and after glancing at the head, he immediately recognized the deceased, and said in surprise: "This is the head of Zhuang Qishui in the Immortal Hidden Palace!

The tears that Chu Tingyun had held back for several days poured out like a flood that burst the embankment, venting the long-suppressed sadness in her heart.

Ah Ping looked at her with a look of pity, paused, slowly stretched out his hand, and brushed away her tears with his rough fingers.

Chu Tingyun threw herself into his arms, tears continued to stream, and the cold of the morning made her shiver.

Her voice trembled, and her preface did not match the afterword: "Ah Ping, I'm so sad, I should accompany him more, I should accompany him more, he left like this, leaving me alone...... I regret it...... It's so sad...... I don't have a dad anymore...... My dad died...... What am I going to do...... What to do......"

Ah Ping didn't speak, just pressed his chin against her forehead, and his palm slowly stroked her back, hoping to ease her emotions.

The people next to him couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and couldn't help but lower their heads and quietly wipe their tears.

Hating the wind watching from outside the hall, I couldn't help but feel a little envious, what a happy thing it was to be silently guarded by others.

It's time for her to go, Yucheng still has a mission to do.