Peng Wuwang knelt in front of Luo Peixian's coffin upright, kowtowed respectfully three times to the only relic left by this Jiangnan celebrity, the Evil Sword, and whispered, "Senior Luo, boy Peng Wuwang is polite to you here. I came late to help, and it was a pity that I didn't be able to see your bloody battle against the Qingfeng Hall Master. You can leave in peace, I Peng has no hope that he will kill the Qingfeng Hall Master with his own hands one day and avenge your hatred." After speaking, he kowtowed three more times, and was silent for a long time before he slowly stood up, walked to the near side of the coffin, and carefully looked at the famous sword in the south of the Yangtze River: the Evil Sword. The purple bamboo scabbard, the four-foot sword body, judging from the width of the scabbard, the sword is less than three inches wide. The hilt of the sword is black and slender, the grip is densely wrapped with silk cloth to absorb the sweat on the hand, and there are two concaves at the sword hold, which is conducive to holding the sword steadily, and also avoids the strong collision between the palm and the sword hold. But apart from these, neither the scabbard nor the hilt has any other flashy decorations, and it is believed that there will be no carved pattern on the blade hidden deep in the scabbard. "Hey, unpretentious, this is the famous sword that a true master should have." Peng Wuwang admired it heartily, and his heart yearned for Luo Peixian's demeanor even more.

At this moment, a noisy human voice sounded outside the door of the mourning hall. Several people happily crowded through the door. "Senior brother, you finally woke up, God has eyes, God has eyes, hehe." Red Sky Man touched his beard and walked into the mourning hall laughing. Zuo Lianshan and Zheng Danshan rushed over together, competing to hug Peng Wuwang and celebrate his successful passage through the Ghost Gate. Hua Bufan stood outside the circle and laughed and said, "Third brother, as soon as we heard the news that you woke up, we all came over."

"Brother Peng, if you really have you, even the Qingfeng Hall Master can't kill you." Zuo Lianshan shouted.

"Hey, it's not enough, she was beaten away by my third brother." Zheng Danshan said triumphantly, with a look of honor. Seeing the happy looks of several friends and senior brothers, Peng Wuwang was moved in his heart, and said loudly, "Let you worry." Red Sky Man patted him on the shoulder and said, "Stinky boy, I owe you a favor again, how can I pay it back?"

Peng Wuwang touched his head, smirked, and said, "Forget it, let's owe it first."

Zheng Danshan smiled mysteriously, hugged Peng Wuhope's shoulders and said, "Third brother, Li Hangang and Yue Tangwei also know that you have woken up, but they have hid, do you want me to arrest them back to see you."

"Hey," Red Sky Man patted him on the head and said, "You junior, you're so naughty, you can think of this kind of thing."

Zheng Danshan stuck out his tongue, bowed down and said, "What the predecessors taught is."

Peng Wuwang was a little strange and asked, "Brother Li and Brother Yue-in-law and I once lived and died together in Shu Cottage, why don't you want to see me?"

Red Sky Man patted him on the shoulder, sighed angrily, and said, "Senior brother, you have not been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and you still don't know the difficult things in the world, not revenge, but revenge. If it were me, I would have avoided you. lest I be rescued by you again, the accumulation of these kindnesses will really make people sleep uneasy."

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent and remembered what was on their minds.

At this time, Hua Bufan suddenly said, "Everyone, we are making noise here, which is disrespectful to the owner of Luozhuang, come out and speak quickly." Only then did everyone wake up, and they hurriedly hugged Peng Wuwang and walked out the door.

At this moment, a graceful and elegant voice came, "Everyone, please stay." When everyone heard this, they stopped and turned their heads to look. I saw that in the middle of the mourning hall, I didn't know when, there was already a middle-aged woman in white clothes. This lady has a dignified and beautiful appearance and elegant manners, giving people a solemn feeling of a noble lady.

"It turned out to be Mrs. Luo," Red Sky Man hurriedly saluted, "Just now we were too excited because of my junior brother's awakening, and disturbed the mourning hall, please forgive Madame."

Mrs. Luo smiled slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be restrained. The first husband loved the chic and heroic of the horses and rivers and lakes during his lifetime, so there are many heroes from all over the world in the Renyi Hall. Although he is dead now, his preferences will not change. In the past few days, for his funeral, the hall of benevolence and righteousness has been much quieter, which is really not what the ancestor wanted. Please laugh and laugh, or set up a wine to celebrate, so that your husband can leave with a smile."

When everyone heard this, they felt a burst of admiration in their hearts, the wife of the owner of Luo Zhuang can have such a mind, which is far better than the countless pretentious and free and easy people in today's martial arts.

"In that case, I am no longer polite, but I don't look like a Jianghu person." Red Sky Man smiled. Everyone said yes, and the atmosphere became lively again in a blink of an eye.

I saw Mrs. Luo turn around and summon the maid, and in a moment, a young man in white came to everyone under the guidance of a maid. Everyone didn't know what this inscrutable Mrs. Luo wanted to do, so they couldn't help but keep silent, and the room turned from lively just now to quiet in a blink of an eye.

"Is this the Peng Wuwang Peng Gongzi who fought unyielding with the main force of Qingfeng Hall and finally repelled it?" Mrs. Luo came to Peng Wuwang and said politely.

"Childe, you don't dare to be." Peng Wuwang hurriedly said, "Madame told me that I was hopeless."

He looked at Mrs. Luo's linen clothes, his heart tightened, and said, "There is no hope of being one step too late, and I am very ashamed that Mr. Luo will die of fighting."

Mrs. Luo smiled slightly bitterly and said, "Childe, don't talk like that. This is due to calamity, and it is unacceptable. As a descendant of Luo's family, the late husband has already put life and death aside. Now that he can fight and die with the world's number one killer, it can be said that he deserves to die. It is much better than the people of the world who are old and dead on the sickbed."

As soon as these words came out, everyone applauded, and Peng Wuwang raised his fingers and praised: "As soon as Madame's words came out, she was already a member of my generation. It's a pity that there is no wine here, otherwise I would have to toast you."

Zheng Danshan said on the side: "How can one cup be enough, you must have an altar."

Zuo Lianshan was originally a reckless hero, who was engaged in robbing homes and houses, blocking roads and robbing, but now he heard and witnessed the heroic spirit of Luo Peixian and his wife, and recalled what he had done in his life, and he was ashamed. I secretly made up my mind to be a new person, and in the future, I learned from Luo Peixian and others to do chivalrous deeds and benefit the world, so that I could live up to my own experience in the world.

Red Sky Man and the others also smiled and nodded, admiring Mrs. Luo very much.

Mrs. Luo turned around and led the white-clothed young man who had been standing silently to the side in front of her, and said to Peng Wuwang, "Master Peng, I have been married to my late husband for seventeen years, and I only have this one son, named Mingxian, who is thirteen years old this year, and has obtained the Luo family's swordsmanship since elementary school, and his qualifications are quite average. Now his late husband is gone, and there is no one to teach him. I thought about it, the only person who can teach him to be as graceful as his first husband is Peng Gongzi."

"Me?" Peng was hopelessly shocked. Everyone was stunned.

Mrs. Luo nodded and said, "I have already inquired about the deeds of Peng Gongzi. It's been less than two years since you debuted, but everywhere you go, all evils are avoided, demons are tied, and righteousness is everywhere.

"But I'm only ten years older than him, and besides, how can I be ......," Peng said at a loss.

"Don't shirk." Mrs. Luo smiled and said, "Master Peng, you are the best master of Ming Xian, if you insist on refusing, I have to think that Ming Xian's root temperament is not worthy of being Peng Shaoxia's apprentice."

"Where, where!" Peng Wuwang hurriedly said, "I'm just...... Not used to ...... all of a sudden became a master. And I'm afraid I won't be able to teach well." At this point, his tongue was almost twisted.

At this time, the young man in white suddenly knelt down in front of Peng Wuhope, and said loudly, "Peng Shaoxia, I am willing to worship you as a teacher and learn from you to be a hero in the world." After speaking, he raised his head, and his face was full of expectation.

Red Sky Man came to Peng Wuwang's side and said, "Seeing that he is Yinghua and introverted, he is really a good embryo for practicing martial arts, you don't want me." Peng Wuwang hurriedly leaned down, helped Luo Mingxian up, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, I'll take you as an apprentice." He looked at Mrs. Luo's relieved eyes, and said, "However, one day when the master of Qingfeng Hall does not die, you and I cannot be commensurate with master and apprentice for a day."

Everyone was moved together, and Mrs. Luo hurriedly called Luo Mingxian over, and the mother and son both bowed down and said in unison: "Jiangnan Luo's family feels Peng Shaoxia's great grace."

It turned out that Peng Wuwang said these words meant that he was determined to avenge the lives of more than 100 people in Jiangnan Renyi Hall. If the Qingfeng Hall Master lives one more day, he will not be able to raise his head on the rivers and lakes for a day. This is the heaviest oath that the children of the rivers and lakes can make.

"You're awake? Are you better?" Hong Sixue brought a basin of hot water to Jia Bianque's bedside and asked her to wash the sweat on her face.

"I'm better." Jia Bianque smiled bitterly, "It's really shameless, to be scared like this by your own patients."

"It's not your fault, it's all your brother's fault for getting better too quickly, and he is reckless in doing things, which scares you." Hong Sixue said with a smile.

Jia Bianque let out a long breath and said, "It's not that I'm rare and weird, Brother Peng's injuries are enough for ordinary people to stay in bed for eight or nine days, and he needs to be able to wake up. I didn't expect him to wake up so quickly and run around healthy and lively. It's like a monster."

Hong Sixue pondered and said, "This must have something to do with that Dongting Lake Eel Demon."

"What eel?" Jia Bianque asked curiously.

"That's right." Hong Sixue did not hide it, Peng Wuwang and himself went south to Dongting Lake for the Nian Gang, and later encountered the siege of the Nian Gang Xia Tan, Peng Wuwang fell into the lake in order to save himself, and inadvertently encountered the thousand-year-old eel demon, bit its neck blood and reborn The process of rebirth was briefly described to Jia Bian Que, and then said: "Later, in order to commemorate the righteous brother, the people of more than a dozen fishing villages in Dongting Lake built a memorial for him, and incense was offered to him every day. I think that the eldest brother can survive and be so healthy, it must be that God is grateful for his grace in killing the eel demon." After saying that, he smiled happily.

"Did God save him?" Jia Bianque looked at her with a smile. Hong Sixue nodded solemnly.

Jia Bianque shook his head with a smile, thinking to himself, "Seeing that Hong Sixue is so free and uninhibited, when it comes to Peng Wuhope, even the ghosts and gods are convinced. Love is so blind."

"I think that the thousand-year-old eel demon must be a Jiao called the Blood Star, I heard that the blood of this Blood Star can live the dead, flesh and bones, and it is the supreme elixir that stimulates vitality. Brother Peng sucked up his blood, and his body already had the vitality of blood star blood invisibly, no wonder he could wake up in such a short period of time and still be so vigorous." Jia Bian Que finally found the reason, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"I see." Hong Sixue suddenly realized.

"His blood is something I've always dreamed of." Jia Bian Que thought secretly, and couldn't help but show a strange look on his face.

"Where is Peng Wuwang now?" She asked suddenly.

Hong Sixue said angrily and funny: "He originally ran to worship Lord Luozhuang, but then for some reason, he suddenly accepted the son of Lord Luo Zhuang as an apprentice, no matter how everyone persuaded him, he was unwilling to rest, he had to let Master Luo demonstrate the Luo family's swordsmanship, and vowed to train him to become the number one swordsman in the world. Now that he has made a move with Luo Gongzi, I'm afraid he won't be able to stop for a while."

In the martial arts training ground of Luojia Zhuang Courtyard, Peng Wuwang and the white-clothed young man Luo Mingxian were fighting each other with fists and swords. Although Luo Mingxian is only thirteen years old, the Luo family's swordsmanship is already quite hot, like a flying star, guarding like a condensing wall, and his moves are extremely calm, quite like a general. And Peng has no hope to come and go, only the vulture in Shaolin Luohan Fist listens to the scriptures, the bitter sea turns back, the ape offers fruit, the green dragon goes out to sea, the wild horse splits its mane, the mantis arm is a car, the black eagle flutters its wings, the mountain is stepped up, the single whip is raised, the hanging hand is sideways, and the one-armed meteor and other more than 30 moves, but these fist techniques are used together, and they suppress Luo Mingxian's calm and smooth Luo family swordsmanship with only moves. Luo Mingxian made no more than a dozen moves, and the wooden sword in his hand must have been snatched by Peng Wuwang's hand.

"Brother Peng," because the Qingfeng Hall Master was still alive, Luo Mingxian could only address Peng Wuwang like this, "You are so powerful, you can restrain my Luo family's swordsmanship with only the Luohan Fist. Leave it to me." The long sword in his hand was once again held in Peng Wuwang's hand.

"Ming Xian," Peng Wuwang straightened his chest and made the appearance of a master, "I see that your swordsmanship is very calm, but you are not agile. Why? Because you're so focused on whether your moves are right or not that you forget to defeat them, look."

Saying that, he took the wooden sword and used a move that Luo Mingxian had repeatedly used just now, "Danfeng Chaoyang". "This move is to attack the enemy's chest, I think this move must tell you in the sword book: this move sword technique is a life-saving sword technique used in a critical time, it should be taken straight to the chest, the enemy is in the middle, forcing the enemy to return to defense, and then progress three moves to take his life. Isn't that right?" Peng Wuwang shook his head and said.

Luo Mingxian was taken aback and said, "Brother Peng, how do you know?"

"Of course," Peng smirked hopelessly, "I've seen you do it three times in a row, each time stabbing your chest with a sword with a shake of your hand, and then pressing on with three swords in a row."

Luo Mingxian nodded vigorously, with a look of admiration in his eyes.

"Well, you've practiced this trick too well, and the direction of each sword is simply the same, less than an inch. But remember, the enemy is not wood, is he standing there waiting for you to stab him to death? Of course, most of the time it is right to take the chest directly, because the chest area is relatively large, and the probability of hitting it with one blow is also the greatest. However, an experienced opponent can immediately estimate the direction of your sword as soon as he sees the direction of your shot and defend first. What will you do then?" Peng Wuwang asked.

"Do I have three more swords?" Luo Mingxian hurriedly said.

"It's because you always have this idea that I can snatch your sword down no less than seven times in this move." Peng said hopelessly, "Look, if you press the tip of the sword down a little bit when you draw the sword, like this." As he spoke, he stabbed a sword in the posture of Danfeng Chaoyang, and this sword was still stabbed to the chest, but the sword suddenly sharpened in the middle of the way, drew an arc in the air, and slid towards the middle and lower roads.

Luo Mingxian saw it in his eyes, and suddenly his whole body was hot, his heart was pounding, and he lost his voice: "Brother Peng, this sword is too good." It turned out that Peng Wuwang had no hope for the improved Danfeng Chaoyang, because the tip of the sword was pressed down a little, and the blade of the sword enveloped the chest, lower abdomen, and lower plate, and the area of the sword was nearly doubled.

A smile appeared on Peng Wuwang's face, and he suddenly stabbed three swords in a row with a shake of his hand, and then stabbed three swords to the middle lane, and then suddenly shook his hand and dozens of swords stabbed out in all directions like chaotic feathers.

Luo Mingxian looked at the hundred veins, applauded loudly, and hurriedly said, "I understand, because of the change of the previous sword, the attack range of the next three swords has also expanded, and you can choose the right angle to stab at will, and you don't need to follow the sword move and attack the middle lane."

Peng Wuwang was overjoyed and said, "Great, you are very qualified and smart, and you understand this truth faster than I did at the beginning, rare, rare."

Luo Mingxian took the wooden sword from his hand and said excitedly, "Brother Peng, let's practice a few more moves."

"Good!" Peng Wuwang immediately took a punch. Suddenly, he felt the sky spin around, and his eyes were full of Venus twinkling. He shook his head vigorously, trying to pull himself together, but a feeling of soreness and weakness came over him. He heard Luo Mingxian's crying voice. But his mouth was parched and he couldn't make a sound at all. Then, his eyes went dark and he fainted.

"It's okay, it's just that he has just recovered from a serious injury, and he is overworked, so his blood is not good, I will continue to give him an injection to heal his injury, during this period, you should let him rest more, and make more big supplements to make up for him, but in three or five days, it should be as good as ever." After Jia Bian Que finished the diagnosis for Peng Wuwang expressionlessly, he said loudly. It was only at this time that the people around Peng Wuwang's sickbed breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ming Xian, see how tired you are Peng Shaoxia." Mrs. Lowe reproached, "Don't you know that he has just recovered from his serious injuries? Let him work so hard." Luo Mingxian didn't speak with red eyes, and his face was full of sad expressions.

"Don't blame Ming Xian, it was the third brother who insisted on letting him practice swordsmanship, and we couldn't resist him, so we had to do it." Hua Bufan and Zheng Danshan said busily. "Ringstrings know it's wrong." Luo Mingxian said loudly, "I'm going to buy a big supplement to heal Brother Peng." After saying that, he ran out.

Mrs. Luo looked at his distant back and smiled with satisfaction.

Hong Sixue looked at Peng Wuwang's sleepy appearance lovingly, and silently wished him an early recovery. And when Jia Bian Que was packing the medicine bag, he secretly glanced at Peng Wuwang, and the essence in his eyes flickered.