After a shock in his heart, Wu Ming carried the wine jar, stunned step by step, his face was difficult to hide the sadness, before he walked to the grave, he sat down directly on the ground, raised his eyes and looked at the tombstones, the words on the tombstones were under the night, some could not be seen clearly, and Wu Ming did not know who was buried under each mound.

On top of the mound, a piece of cloth was blown up by the wind, and there were some obscure patterns on it, Wu Ming opened the wine jar in his hand, looked at the graves one by one, but smiled faintly: "You guys, when I left, they were all shouting there, and when I came back, I must not forget you, but look at your current appearance......"

Before the words were finished, Wu Ming was already taking a sip of strong wine into his throat, there seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were still smiling, reaching out to wipe away the wine leaking from his mouth, and then continued: "When I came back, I was still thinking about how to explain to you how to explain to you about my resurrection, and now I don't need to be so troublesome, now I think about it, it's good that I can't wake up, and I may be able to meet you below." ”

This night, Wu Ming said a lot in front of a pile of graves, some complained, some missed, some murmured, some looked up and laughed, only the strong wine never stopped, the cold wind swept the snow and flew by, in a trance, Wu Ming saw that in front of him was no longer a lonely grave, but those friends he was familiar with.

They sat around with a smile on their faces, welcoming Wu Ming home, his face was even more smiling, and the wine in his hands became more and more frequent, and the more wine they drank, the more real their voices and appearances became.

Wu Ming was drunk, he tilted his head and fell asleep, the snow fell on him, covered him with a snow-white blanket, those people gradually disappeared in front of him, and turned into a low grave, the wind blew, the cloth still rose with the wind, rustling.

When there was a trace of fish belly white in the east, Wu Ming opened his eyes, stood up and patted the soil on his body, and tightened the clothes on his body, looking at this weather, the snow should still fall for a while, Wu Ming thought silently in his heart.

When he turned around, there was an extra book in his hand, the snow was still falling, he walked away from the pastoral village, and then did not look back at the tombs, led the horse, looked at the book, and the background disappeared outside the pastoral village, gradually drifting away.

Wu Ming likes winter very much, he was picked up by Old Man Wu in winter, and Wu Xuening was also picked up in winter, but he was in the cold winter, and Xue Ning was in late winter and early spring, it was rumored that the heavy snow fell for more than a week that year, but after Old Man Wu went out to pick up Xue Ning, the heavy snow stopped, so he named it Xue Ning.

Another reason why Wu Ming likes winter is that he has been hunting with hunters since he was a child, and he knows that once it is winter, the animals will become very lazy, and as long as they find their hiding place, they will not be able to run away.

The snow is also heavy today, I wonder if they will notice that a hunter full of murderous aura is approaching them?

Wu Ming likes snow very much, because the cold wind promotes blood and cold, and the snow is good at killing.

On the bluestone village, there are hundreds of families scattered together, in addition to the identity of the bandits, they are also mortals, and they also need to live, early in the morning, there are chickens in the village to sound, and there are a few cooking smoke rising in some people's homes, robbery is a man's business, here are more robbed women, and the children they were forced to give birth to.

The largest house in the village is the residence of the successive owners of the Qingshi Village, and it is also the meeting hall of the Qingshi Village, and now, the new owner of the village Zhou Tai and the second master of the Qingshi Village Zhou Qing are speechless in the hall, and their third brother Wang Fei led the team to rob a moving convoy last night, and did not return overnight.

Even the little brothers who followed him did not come back, which made the two of them feel a little uneasy in their hearts, the three of them escaped from the Five Yin Gate together, and they have been king of the mountain here for a year, with the ability of the three cultivators, it can be said that they are powerful and blessed, and there has never been such a situation as it is now.

The path of cultivation is divided into two parts, the acquired realm and the innate realm, among them, the acquired realm is divided into three realms: refining, qi and passage, the innate realm is divided into the spiritual sea, the return to the yuan, and the three realms of the Xuan, each realm is divided into four stages: the initial realm, the real realm, the consummation, and the peak.

Wang Fei is already a cultivator of the Qi Primal Realm, there are very few cultivators of this kind in the Tianqian Kingdom, only a small country of Jianghu martial artists, and he can escape even if he is not defeated, how can there be no news at all?

"Report to the big boss, there is news from the city that the Chen family's convoy has entered the city in the early hours of the morning. A little minion ran in from outside the door, and as soon as he knelt on the ground, he immediately spoke.

Before Zhou Tai could be surprised, a small minion ran in from outside the door, shouting loudly: "Big boss, it's not good, a young man has come from outside the village, and he has already killed the mountain, and my brother who is watching the wind outside is the only one who has run back!"

Outside the bluestone village, Wu Ming rode on a horse, walked forward slowly step by step, and saw the bluestone village built with countless huge timbers from a distance, so he reined in the horse and put the book in his hand back into the storage ring.

Among Wang Fei's storage rings, there were a lot of books, and Wu Ming had already read two or three on the way here, and had a brief understanding of the cultivator's world, and at the same time, he also saw the martial art called "Stacking Waves Sword Technique".

That was the martial art that Wu Ming and Wang Fei desperately used in the end, "Stacked Waves Knife Method" wave after wave, but no wave needed more aura support, which is why the two of them only fought against each other three times at that time, Wang Fei's aura was not enough, and Wu Ming's method was wrong.

Get off the horse, dust off the snowflakes on your body, and as soon as you stretch out your hand, a long knife naturally appears in your hand, this is the treasure knife that Wang Fei stole from the Five Yin Gate, but he has never dared to use it, for fear of being seen through by others.

Dragging the long knife, step by step towards the bluestone village, on the wall of the village, someone had already seen Wu Ming who was advancing, and immediately pulled out a feather arrow from the quiver behind him and put it on the bow, and pulled it full of aim in front of him.

"Stop coming, report your name!" When a shouting sound sounded, dozens of bows and arrows were already aimed at Wu Ming's head on the wall, but Wu Ming ignored it, and still walked forward unhurriedly in the wind and snow, dragging the long knife on the ground, drawing a long trace.

"Shoot the arrows!" On the wall, the bandits were already impatient, and directly let go of their fingers, and the feather arrows stabbed Wu Ming with a screaming sound of breaking through the air, and when he was about to stab his body into a hornet's nest, his body appeared on the other side, and the feather arrows were all pierced on the ground, splashing snowflakes.

"There, continue to release arrows, the others are ready to fight, go and inform the big boss, someone has broken through the mountain gate!" The arrow rain fell in waves, someone within the wall ran away quickly, someone took out the saber on his body, someone shot out one by one, outside the wall, Wu Ming's figure suddenly appeared in the wind and snow, and suddenly disappeared, the only thing that remained unchanged was that he was getting closer and closer to the gate.

Snowflakes flew, covering the eyes of the bandits, and an ancient ballad slowly came out of Wu Ming's mouth: "I was originally a young man in the mountains, picking flowers and hunting for my father's mother, and my little sister was three years old, and I often took fish and shrimp to play by the river......"

"Huh~", Wu Ming jumped up in response, the long knife chopped down, and the plaque of the bluestone village was divided into two with a knife, and then stepped on the wooden wall to retreat with strength, and rushed forward after landing, just a knife, and split the gate of the bluestone village, and the broken wooden planks fell with a "boom", stirring up a burst of dust.

The bandits who were prepared in the door immediately raised their knives and rushed over, Wu Ming changed the long knife in his hand to the folding fan, aimed at the people who rushed in front of him, and the flying needles in the mountains burst out, and the other party was not close, dozens of people had already fallen to the ground, this group of bandits was indeed extremely vicious, even in front of Wu Ming's terrible strength, there was no retreat, and they still rushed up one after another.

He doesn't have such a good heart, the group of people in front of him are all people with blood on their hands, none of them deserve to be pitied, no one deserves to be forgiven!

The wooden tombstones in his heart whose names were not clear in the wind and snow, Wu Ming's heart was even more angry, and the folding fan in his hand was once again replaced by a long knife, and between slashing again and again, none of them took away a piece of fresh life.

When Wu Ming entered the residential area, his body was already stained red with blood, and the whole person was like a demon crawling out of the underworld, those women who got up early, or the children who were awakened by the battle at the front door, one by one or hiding behind the door or opening the gap in the window, looking at the man who had killed countless people with some fear and surprise.

"I'm here today, just to exterminate the bandits and take revenge, unrelated people can leave on their own, and if you are unwilling, you can do it directly!" Wu Ming opened his mouth and shouted, after these words were shouted out with aura, the entire cottage could be heard clearly.

At first, there was no movement, but when a woman ran past him and nothing happened, countless women ran out of the cottage with their children.

Wu Ming just carried the long knife and continued to walk forward against the crowd, among the crowd, from time to time, some people wanted to sneak attack Wu Ming, but under the cover of his spiritual power, everyone's movements were unobstructed, and when the weapons in their hands were just taken out, Wu Ming ended their lives.

"Xiao Ming, it's really you. Just as he pulled the knife out of the chest of a bandit, a voice familiar to him came from a distance.