The sun shone on the wooden tombstone, and several large bright red characters emerged.

The tomb of the deceased brother Xiao Donglai!

Under it, there is also the name of the person who erected the monument: brother Xiao tears and blood, nephew Xiao gradually flying!

Under the tombstone, there is a cluster of flowers, and some good wine and food, which are dedicated to the people in the tombstone.

Trample! Trample! Trample! ……

When the sun was about to completely set, a crisp sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance, echoing in the silent wilderness.

Two figures stepped forward, walking in front of a pale, lonely middle-aged man, behind the middle-aged man, a heroic and extraordinary young man.

There is a bit of similarity between their faces, which makes people know at a glance that they are related by blood.

"Second brother, I'm coming to see you again." Before the middle-aged man brought his son to the grave, a pair of bloodshot eyes revealed a trace of complexity, and a palm slapped on the tombstone with a crisp sound, and he spoke leisurely.

"Second uncle, Daddy has made some good wine and food, and plans to have a few drinks with you." The young man said inexplicably.

Creak!

As he spoke, the middle-aged man opened the food box he brought, placed a few dishes in the food box in front of the tomb, took out a small pot of wine, and poured it on the tombstone.

The father and son, facing the person lying in the grave, were in a very complicated mood and were silent for a long time.

After a long time, when the sun had completely fallen, father and son stood up and turned to walk towards their distant home.

…………

Bang Dang!

The young man pushed the wooden door open, and the father and son walked side by side towards the room.

However, a voice rang out from the supposedly empty wooden house.

"Finally back, two, I thought you wouldn't be back, but keep me waiting!" A melodious word sounded and fell into the ears of father and son.

"Who?" The expressions of the father and son changed greatly, and the middle-aged man shouted and rushed into the room.

Boom!

The young man came to the side with a dodge, and between his backhand, he pulled out a sharp sword that shimmered with cold light.

Syllable!

The middle-aged man reacted faster than his son, and slapped on top of a wooden box, and countless parts flew up from the wooden box.

Immediately, a pair of rough big hands quickly shuttled, and when the hands stopped, a strange long sword appeared in his hand.

Swish!

It wasn't until the weapon was taken out that the father and son had time to look in the direction from which the voice came.

In their wooden house, a figure had already sat in front of the table at some point, only to see that the person who came was slender, handsome and delicate, with a bit of childishness on his face, but in the depths of his eyes, he exuded a murderous intent like a beast.

At this moment, the young man raised his hands flat, and a short knife hidden by the father and son fell into his hand.

The blade is no more than two feet long, and the road bridge is old and simple, which is extremely simple. And on his side, on the table, there was also a seven-foot-long Fang Tian Painting Halberd.

A war halberd, the whole body is made of stainless steel, and obviously it also adds dark iron, cold iron things, so that this war halberd flashes with a cold cold light.

Recognizing the person, the eyes of the father and son all showed a little coldness.

Zhu Hefeng played with the deer cutting knife in his hand, and he didn't look at the father and son not far away, and said, "It's really moving!" ”

"An elder brother who has never been with his brother for even a day, a nephew who has always been ashamed of his uncle, after his brother and uncle died, actually brought his bones back to the place where his ancestors lived, and got along day and night, it is really touching!"

In the end, Zhu Hefeng's eyes oozed a little tears, as if he was really moved by them, and he was about to cry.

Hearing Zhu Hefeng say this, the faces of the father and son became extremely ugly.

There was a look of guilt on his face!

"Zhu Hefeng, what are you doing here?" After being silent for a long time, the middle-aged man, Xiao Tear Blood, asked coldly.

"What you are holding in your hand is the deer cutting knife left by my brother, could it be that you also want to slaughter the world?"

Syllable!

Zhu Hefeng slapped the deer cutting knife in his hand on the table, making a crisp sound, and then turned around and faced Xiao Tears and Blood Gao Fei father and son.

"Dominate the world?" Zhu Hefeng's mouth let out a disdainful laugh, "Master Ben is not interested in this!" ”

"This knife is a bit short for this marquis, even if it is used to cut meat."

"And what are you doing here?" Xiao Tear heard this, his mind calmed down a little, and he asked intently.

Zhu Hefeng said: "Although I have no interest in this knife, it doesn't mean that I can't take this knife away!" ”

"To be honest, I can give this knife to an owner who is really suitable for it, or give it to Shen Bijun, it's not bad."

"That's it?" The young and vigorous Gao gradually said in surprise.

Zhu Hefeng smiled and said, "Of course it's more than that. ”

Xiao said with tears in his eyes: "Then what are you for?" ”

Swish!

Zhu Hefeng's eyes showed a hint of strangeness, he looked at the Xiao father and son in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "I'm very strange, is there something wrong with your father and son?" ”

"What did you say?" Gao Yanfei was furious.

Zhu Hefeng smiled and said, "If your father and son didn't have a problem with their brains, why did they kill Zhuo Donglai and put on such a gesture of affection?" ”

"It's such a big joke, just do it, why pretend!"

"This is my family affair, and it has nothing to do with you." Xiao Tears said, "I think, since you have found this place, it is impossible not to know the curse of the Tearstain Sword!" ”

Zhu Hefeng nodded and said, "Of course I know this." ”

"Your father, Master Xiao, forged the Tearstain Sword, and since then there has been a curse left on the Tearstain Sword, and sooner or later your father's son will die under the Tearstain Sword and become a sacrifice to this magic sword. Either you die, or Zhuo Dong will die! ”

Xiao said with tears in his eyes: "Since you know, then you should understand that Zhuo Donglai's death is the best result." ”

As he spoke, there was a deep sadness in his eyes.

"After all, the Xiao family's incense needs me and Xiao Gao to pass it on."

Zhu Hefeng nodded in agreement and said, "What you said is not wrong at all, this is the truth." ”

"To be honest, I admit it myself, you killed Zhuo Donglai, which is the best result for your family."

"But it's a pity that this matter is not so perfect for Zhuo Donglai." Syllable! In the end, between Zhu and Feng's backhand, he grabbed the war halberd on his side.

"As a friend, I must avenge him!"