The night was dark and the sea breeze was cold. In the haphazardly built wooden houses in the dock area, there are air leaks everywhere, and the candlelight on the table is flickering, making the figures reflected by several people erratic.

Liu Meng and Senior Brother sat at the table sluggishly, and Senior Uncle Hu Yuanlin stood in front of the window, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the silence of the dark sea in the distance. After a long time, Liu Meng couldn't help the hope in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Shi, Master, do they really have no hope of survival?" ”

Hu Yuanlin did not answer. On the contrary, He Bu replied with a difficult voice: "The tracking and investigation master invited by the Hoe Annihilation Alliance, when I chased it all the way, I found many bloodstains that had not been cleaned up. Moreover, some witnesses saw that the people of the Shenlong Sect were carrying a large pile of goods on board, and according to the circumstances described, the investigators believed that the people were killed and mixed in the goods, and then thrown into the sea to destroy the corpses. ”

Is it the result of the judgment of the master investigator?

The last glimmer of hope in Liu Meng's heart was also extinguished, and he couldn't help but lie his face tightly on the table, and Pang Buyu's lazy and smug smugness, reckless honesty and uprightness, and Hou Bule's elf naughtiness appeared in front of him, remembering that the senior brothers often gathered on the moon-watching platform on the top of the mountain to talk, remembering the chopstick battle for meat during dinner, and laughing at each other when practicing swords together. I couldn't help but tears rolled down.

After a while, Hu Yuanlin turned around and walked to the table and sat down, and said to Liu Meng and He Buxing, who were immersed in grief: "My Hengshan faction has been inherited for hundreds of years, and it is really not easy to come to this point. Now there are only two of you brothers left, and when the bloody battle comes, you must survive one of them. At that time, no matter what the outcome is, whether the revenge can be avenged or not, we must avoid the Central Plains from afar, find a secret place, do not ask about the disputes in the rivers and lakes, and live well. ”

Seeing the two nephews looking at him in puzzlement, Hu Yuanlin said sourly: "At this time, I realized your master's state of mind back then. It's easy to die in battle, but it takes more courage to survive. Quietly looking at the young and energetic faces of the two disciples, Hu Yuanlin continued with difficulty: "Little Liu, among the disciples of this generation, you are the youngest and the most talented, as long as you keep practicing, your future achievements are immeasurable. "Boss, your talent in swordsmanship is the highest among the disciples of the Wuyue Sword Sect in this generation, I hope you can save yourself, but if it comes to the end, ......."

Swallowing his saliva, the muscles on Hu Yuanlin's face trembled a little, and said, "If it gets to the worst, you are a senior brother, and you must protect Xiaoliu from getting out." ”

In this last sentence, Hu Yuanlin said it extremely sadly, which was equivalent to condemning the boss to a dead end. But instead of dying generously, as a senior brother, to sacrifice in exchange for the safety of the junior brother, whether it is morally or reasonably, there is only that.

When Liu Meng heard what his uncle said, he wiped his tears and objected: "I won't run away!" I want to live and die together with everyone and avenge my master and brothers! He Buxing stretched out his hand to press Liu Meng's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Little Liu, our Hengshan faction has always been full of loyal martyrs, and there has never been a disciple who is afraid of death. But if it dies out, it will be too sorry for the ancestors and predecessors, but it will fulfill the wish of the enemy. ”

He Buwei has always taken great care of his junior disciples, and as the head of the family, he has long understood the responsibilities he bears. Therefore, this time the division suffered, and he didn't plan to continue to live. At this time, he heard what Uncle Shi said about the inheritance of incense, and immediately persuaded Liu Meng not to die impulsively according to Uncle Shi's intentions, leaving a trace of vitality for the sect.

"Your talent for martial arts is the best, and only you can hope to beat the old devil of Hong Antong after practicing hard for decades. At that time, you will avenge everyone and destroy the Divine Dragon Sect with your own hands, so that our Hengshan Sect will be worthy of its prestige. ”

At this time, Hu Yuanlin turned around and took out a few sword books, solemnly handed them to Liu Meng, and asked him to put them away closely, and if he had the opportunity in the future, he would choose two talented disciples to teach, so that the swordsmanship and martial arts passed down by the ancestor would not disappear.

Holding the sword book cheats, looking at He Bu, who has always taken care of himself, like a kind big brother, looking at his expression that has always been at ease with what he encounters, but at this time he is firm. Liu Meng's eyes began to blur again.

On the second day, all the remaining twenty-five people of the Wuyue Sword Sect gathered together, obeyed the orders of Hu Yuanlin, the leader of the attack and killing team, and assigned people to carry out various tasks.

Along the wharf to the south of Sanli Road, there is a small hill near the sea, one side is a cliff more than 20 meters above the sea, and the other side is a flat and gentle slope with no grass. There is no danger to defend, and in the art of war, it is a situation of self-defeat. According to the previous discussion, the decisive battle was decided here.

Some disciples went to the market to find craftsmen and set up a huge mourning hall on the hillside, which was full of tablets of the Wuyue Sword Sect's suffering. He also invited a group of suona drummers and monks from neighboring temples to do a great deal. Everyone changed into filial piety clothes, and waited for the arrival of the Divine Dragon Sect while guarding the spirits of all the teachers and brothers.

Set up an insecticidal platform in the south of the Laizhou wharf, burn the snakes and insects enshrined in the Shenlong Sect every time to worship the heroic spirits, and hire people to publicize it in various cities and towns, saying that they are waiting here for the bedbug sect to fight to the death. Feng Bu urged him not to plant his heart, and specially asked the craftsman to tie a few paper figures, on which the names of Hong Antong, Su Quan, Lu Gaoxuan and other people in charge of the Shenlong Sect were written with a pen, and they were placed under the mourning hall.

This kind of atmosphere of completely holding on to the death and only seeking to fight to the death with the enemy has covered the entire insecticidal platform with a layer of tragedy. Under the watchful eyes of the people who rushed to the rivers and lakes when they heard the wind, everyone ate and rested on time, maintained their physical strength, and tried to kill more enemies.

And the hoe annihilation alliance and others who wanted to come over to help the war were all politely declined by Hu Yuanlin, saying: If the situation is great, I am afraid that the bed bugs will be too timid and frightened to come, but it is not beautiful.

As a result, the people who gathered around to watch this unprecedented invitation to war were thanked by Hu Yuanlin and his disciples one by one, and Wen Yan asked them to leave. Words: If there is still a trace of affection, please leave for the time being, and wait for the war to come.

With such fanfare, but not giving full play to the strengths of the attack and killing team secretly attacking, Hu Yuanlin was also helpless. The first is to hear that the entire sect has suffered misfortune, and all the disciples, including the elders, have lost their minds and can no longer calm down to wait for the opportunity. The second is that Snake Island is located in the middle of the sea, and he and others don't know the surname of Shui, and it is already difficult to find the island in the sea, not to mention that the island is full of traps, and rushing away is just to send meat. The third is that Hong Antong, the leader of the Shenlong Sect, rarely leaves the island, and his martial arts are extremely high, so he has no chance to ambush him on land.

Therefore, Hu Yuanlin used this desperate strategy to trap himself to death, and used all kinds of radical methods to attract the arrogant Hong Antong to come here in person. Otherwise, the Divine Dragon Sect and Hong Antong will become the laughing stock of the world.

Moreover, as a last resort, Hu Yuanlin also made arrangements for the same end, using the mourning hall as a cover on the insecticidal platform, and buried a lot of gunpowder and oil in advance.

The fuse was placed on the edge of the cliff behind the mourning hall, and the task of ignition was of course handed over to Liu Meng, who was excellent at light work. And under the cliff near the sea, a small boat was also prepared in advance. The fact that there is a way back is public. The five factions all chose a disciple and asked them to live despite everything, hoping to continue to pass on the incense so that the Wuyue Sword Sect would not die out.

ps: In addition to pig's feet, I am also going to leave a living one, do you like to keep a man or a girl? Of course, if it's a girl, it's only a little nun......

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