The snow was falling heavily, and I was taken aback to see a few figures that were about to turn into snowmen. But when I came out, several people who had been motionless shook the snow off their bodies, and the first thing I saw was the ugly-faced man, and Maitreya, who had been standing in the snow for an unknown amount of time, but did not know the cold.

Then, the two people in the back also shook off the snow on their bodies, it was the first time I saw them, these two people should be about the same age as my father, one was low and stocky, the other had a white face, a little Wen Zou Zou's breath. They slowly walked over to the ugly face and Maitreya, and the four of them stood in a row. Maitreya had been gone for seven or eight days, and should have gone to find them.

The ugly-faced man is still the same, I already know what happened before and after, I know that although this person is no longer my father's appearance, the heart in his chest is still Chen Yinglong's heart.

"Qimen, Pang, Chen, Tang, worship the big palm lamp!" Daddy's throat was burned by something, and his voice was always so low and hoarse, he stood in place, whispered a word, and then fell to his knees in the snow. The three people next to him also knelt down immediately, looking solemn and respectful.

"Worship the big palm lamp!"

The ancestral rules of the seven gates, if it is involved in the official affairs of the seven gates, then there is no difference between relatives and blood between each other, the big palm lamp is the leader of the seven gates, and the person with the most respected status, going back hundreds of years, when the rules are the strictest, the son made the big palm lamp, and Lao Tzu has to kneel down when he meets.

I didn't dare to accept my father's salute, so I quickly dodged it, and they bowed and slowly stood up one after another. Maitreya didn't say much, but came into the house with the stout and low man beside me. It's the first time I've seen this man, but between his eyebrows, there is a faint shadow of an old ghost.

The two of them walked to the old ghost's bed, the low man knelt down at that time, don't look at it, this is definitely a tough guy, he hit the ground with his head, and the hard brick suddenly shattered, he raised his head, there were still tears in his eyes, he endured not to let the drip fall, his lips opened and closed back and forth a few times, and then he said: "Dad!" My son has come to see you! ”

This is Pang Gouzi, the legendary Pang Gouzi who has already been besieged and killed by the side gate.

Maitreya also knelt in front of the bed, the old ghost on the bed did not move, nor reacted, he seemed to be asleep, but in his drowsiness as if he was asleep, the person he cared about the most in his life had arrived in front of him.

I can't say whether to be happy for the old ghost, or feel sorry for him, he used to be talking about the dog and the dog, and he was sad about it, but when the dog really came to him, he couldn't see it.

"Daddy!" Pang Gouzi may not be very good at talking, and he knows that the old ghost can't hear it, so he shouted, couldn't say it anymore, and knelt on the ground and wept silently.

Old ghost, this poor, stubborn old man, my vision was suddenly blurred by tears, and I couldn't see anything. I turned my head to look at the ugly man, who was still standing in the snow. The first time the three generations of the old ghost ancestors met together, it also touched the hidden pain in my heart that had been left for almost half my life. I walked over one step at a time, until I reached the ugly man.

My lips were trembling, my throat seemed to be blocked by something, and it took me a lot of strength to shout, "Daddy"

The voice was small, and it was swept away by the wind and snow as it blurted out, but the straight body of the ugly-faced man shook like an electric shock with this faint sound, and two lines of tears flowed down the burned, mottled and distorted face.

When I saw my father's tears, at that moment, I seemed to have become a child, a child who had been lost for a long time and had just found a home. I stood up, threw myself into my father's arms, and wept bitterly. Over the years, my father has endured a lot and endured a lot, and time has slowly turned him into a stone, he is not good at words, not good at expression, but he hugged me very tightly, as if as soon as I let go, I will disappear from his eyes.

"Child, my child" The father's voice was almost inaudible, and he said this sentence over and over again, father and son have been separated for twenty years, and when they recognize each other, everything in this world seems to be unimportant. I cried, but I felt indescribable happiness, and there was no place warmer and more stable than my father's embrace.

This snowy night seems to be a sad song of the seven gates of the river, joys and sorrows, life and death. The blood of three generations, the tears of three generations, all erupted on this night. I don't know how many tears I shed, and I can't stop the tears.

In the second half of the night, Saihuatuo got up to keep a vigil for the old ghost, and we went to the next room. Men, that's it, can be sad, can cry, but tears are over, and the waist must be straight. The person Maitreya called was his father, Pang Gouzi, the middle-aged man who was white and pure like a scholar, called Tang Baichuan. This is also a chess piece buried very deeply, outsiders think that the Tang family is dead, and even almost separated from the seven gates because of this, Tang Baichuan also cheated to death, and has endured it for many years.

If a person wants to really hide, he has to pay a lot, and even hide it from his wife and daughter, only then can he completely disappear from everyone's sight.

"Now, everyone who can call has already called." Maitreya said, "What do you want to do, just say." ”

"There is nothing else, blood debts and blood repayment, the enmity between the seven gates and the side gates, people have thought about ending it for several lifetimes, but it is impossible." I looked up at my dad and said, "Dad, what do you mean?" ”

"You're the big boss, whatever you say, we'll do it." Dad kept his head and didn't want to say more, but his tone was so firm.

"There are no elders here, and the ancestral rules are not popular, but the people of the seven sects are all the people of the big palm!" Pang Gouzi is as dull as his father, probably because the same circumstances have sharpened the same character, he doesn't talk much, and every sentence is loud.

"Kill!" Tang Baichuan said slowly: "We have seven doors, we have to stand up and be a man!" ”

"Kill!" I suddenly felt that the blood all over my body was boiling hot, and the blood of the old ghost could not be shed in vain!

This night, we discussed the plan, and there were five families involved in the siege of the old ghost, I don't know if they were ordered by the side boss, but these five families were the most direct murderers. Dad and Pang Gouzi have not stopped for so many years, always walking on both sides of the river, and they are familiar with the situation at the side door.

The next day, the five of us quietly left from the heavy snow, I don't know how many years, the Qimen people endured humiliation and burden, for the sake of the ancestors' admonitions, a scar will not flinch, blood and tears, swallowed in their stomachs. But when we left from here, it invisibly meant that the Seven Gates of the River Cave had begun the first official counterattack in a long time.

Three days later, we arrived at Scorched Earth Bay, where the Yuejia camp was located. The heavy snow fell for several days, blocking everyone in the house, and when they walked outside the Yue's camp, they did not see a single figure. The five of us, each holding an ash pole, faced the snow, suddenly pulled out our feet and rushed over.

I held the ash pole in both hands, and at the same time rushed into the Yue's camp, I met with several Yue's family, these people were not opponents, and the chickens and dogs jumped in three or two clicks, we deliberately let one go, let him go back to report the news, the man was burrowing into the snow, and after a while, a rapid bell rang in the entire Yue's camp.

The Yue family is everyone in the side door, a Yue family camp, at least three or four hundred, after the alarm bell rang, some people quickly rushed out from several directions, all gathered together, shouting and pounced.

After this flow of people, a man in his fifties wearing a black satin padded jacket was surrounded by several people and walked out of the depths of the Yue family's camp. Maitreya said that this may be the Yueyuan Mountain, the palm of the Yue family's generation. besieging the old ghost, the Yue family made great efforts and sent a lot of people. Because of this, we were the first to find the Yue family.

We stood still, watching each other get closer and closer, until the person in front of us clearly appeared in the field of vision, and the five people, five ash rods, all shook and a snowflake waved.

"Kill!"

The five people moved together, waving a two-meter-long ash pole and rushing towards the crowd to slash and kill, the five people were like five dragons rolling in the snow, no one could stop them.

"Who dares to go to Yue's house to cause trouble?" Yue Yuanshan's heart was a little panicked, after all, it was a palm lamp, and he stabilized his tone, wanting to shock us.

"You're looking for you!"

My father and I were one left and one right, dancing the ash pole to kill a way out of the crowd, rushing to Yue Yuanshan, my speed was fast, and I threw my father away a few steps, but I didn't rush to the front, I held the ash pole in my hand, my body rose into the air, held the stick with both hands, and smashed it down angrily. Yue Yuanshan's kung fu was no worse than mine, but he was intimidated by the threat of this stick, and his body turned. The stick in his hand was empty and slammed on the brick ground under his feet, and at this time, his father also arrived, and the ash rod was so skillful in his hand that Yue Yuanshan couldn't get out.

The father and son were sandwiched back and forth, and the people around Yue Yuanshan were swept out by me, and in just three or two minutes, Dad's stick danced together, tightly covering Yue Yuanshan, and suddenly, the stick suddenly stopped, and it was already on Yue Yuanshan's neck. Dad stepped up, grabbed Yue Yuanshan's collar, and grabbed it in front of the crowd, and those Yue family members who had not yet been defeated immediately stopped and stood in place at a loss.

"It's from the Seven Gates?" Yue Yuanshan was tightly dragged by his father, but he refused to give in, held his head high, and said, "You don't need to show off your power here, the death period of Qimen is coming soon." ”

"You're the one who ordered your men to go after us Nagato, aren't you?"

"Nagato? Pang Du? Yue Yuanshan smiled disdainfully and said, "Even if that old guy doesn't die, he only has half a life left, can he still live?" ”

"He is seventy years old this year, Zhenhe has been fifty years, in order to thin this river, no complaints, no regrets, he has a hard mouth and a soft heart, never kills indiscriminately, when he went down the river, his blood was strong, and when he came out of the river, he was already gray-haired." I turned around slowly, looking into the distance, far away, the old ghost was lying quietly, I don't know how long I can live, thinking of his unbelievable soft hanging on the bed, the sadness and bitterness in my heart burst out together, suddenly turned my head, staring at Yue Yuanshan: "Kneel, in that direction, kneel!" ”

"Joke!" Yue Yuanshan laughed, spat again, and said, "My leg, kneeling through the world, what is Pang Du!" ”