The rivers and lakes, as if there is endless temptation, lead wave after wave of young knights to break into it. After many years, a small wave of people became heroes, and a large wave of people became dry bones. Until the emergence of another wave of heroes, the small wave of heroes in front of him fell again. So back and forth, but the rivers and lakes never stopped for a moment.

In the rivers and lakes, knives and swords are indispensable, wine and beauties are indispensable, and naturally fame and fortune are indispensable, and the secret books of the divine soldiers are indispensable. How many people in the rivers and lakes, holding swords and swords, do the dream of sitting and chanting wine, embracing beauties, and becoming famous all over the world. How many people in the rivers and lakes have fought for many years, and finally became the dry bones, and a handful of loess covered the romance.

Liu Cheng and the others walked to the foot of Huashan and looked back at Huashan. On the top of the slaughtering cliff of Huashan, I don't know how many souls have returned here this time. They were born with land, and died without support. It doesn't matter if he was the leader of that faction in the past, or the leader of a certain gang. When they were alive, they could be said to have had a period of infinite scenery, but when they died, they couldn't even enjoy a lonely grave.

People say that once you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea, but who can think that this river and lake is sometimes deeper and more dangerous than the palace. Compared with the rivers and lakes that are prone to death, what can the palace backyard that plays with intrigue and tricks count?

"Ladies and gentlemen, Hong Qi wants to escort my division's body back to Najun Mountain, and leave here!" At the foot of the mountain, Hong Qigong hugged his fists at everyone, and was ready to resign and leave.

"Brother Hong, there will be a period later."

"Brother Liu, if there is something in the future, you can go to the beggar gang to divide the rudder at will, and pass on the word, Brother Hong will entertain you with good wine and food."

"If Xuantong needs to trouble my brother about something, I will definitely come to visit, as long as my brother doesn't think Xuantong is troublesome at that time."

"No trouble, no trouble. Goodbye, ladies and gentlemen. ”

"I said it's called Hanako, why don't you say that you entertain me Zhou Botong?" Just when Hong Qigong turned around and wanted to leave, he saw Zhou Botong's face smiling, returning to his old appearance again, and said to Hong Qigong with a smile.

Hong Qigong frowned, and said very seriously: "If you want to come, bring your own coils." If you have any trouble, solve it yourself. ”

"It's called Hanako, you're not authentic." Zhou Botong muttered, looking at Hong Qigong with a look of resentment.

"Farewells."

"There will be a date later!" ……

Ignoring Zhou Botong's funny, Hong Qigong carried Qian Feng's corpse on his back and set foot on the way home.

After Hong Qigong left, Qiu Qianren and Qiu Qianqi also stood up, the two of them had a battle with Liu Cheng at the top of Nahua Mountain, even if Liu Cheng didn't say anything. But in the hearts of these two people, they still don't want to stay here longer. After all, it always feels very uncomfortable to sneak up on someone's house and still stand in front of them.

"Qiu wants to bring the body of the old gang leader back to the gang, and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time, so I will leave!" After Qiu Qianqian stepped forward to say a word, without waiting for everyone to reply, he turned around and walked in the direction of the Iron Palm Gang with Qiu Qianqi carrying Shangguan Jiannan's body.

"Duan Mou is also going to escort my father's body back to Dali. Take care, there will be a time later. After the Qiu brothers and sisters left, Duan Zhixing also said goodbye and went to Dali.

He is not the Qiu Qianren, and he has no enmity with everyone. It's just that as the king of Dali Zhennan, he has his own arrogance, even Duan Zhengxing's death has not made him shed a single tear. In his Duan Zhixing's heart, his father's death was because he was not strong enough, if he had the ability of Wang Chongyang, how could he die here?

Looking at Duan Zhixing's back, Liu Cheng said in a knowing way, Duan Wang Ye is the prince after all, and he is destined to embark on a road of no return. Wang Chongyang's arrogance is because of his supreme skills, which he has cultivated from walking in the rivers and lakes for so many years and being in the first position in the world. And his arrogance of Duan Zhixing was only generated by the position of the king of Dali Zhennan. His martial arts may also be called superb, but he has long lost the humility of the first time he knows martial arts, and he wants to make progress in his life, but he can only seek external strength.

After Duan Zhixing left, it didn't take long for Ouyang Feng to stand up, his eyes were full of madness, and he shouted in his mouth: "Wang Chongyang, I, Ouyang Feng, am a foreign race in the eyes of you and others, if I want to kill now, I will listen to the respect." If you let me go, one day you will go up to the South Mountain, and challenge you. ”

"You are really interesting, you don't know how to do it better than me, Zhou Botong, it's really rare. Interesting, really interesting. Before Wang Chongyang could say anything, Zhou Botong jumped out first, but instead of criticizing him, he was more like-minded.

"You still know that you don't know what to do!" Liu Cheng scolded secretly in his heart.

Wang Chongyang waved his hand at Ouyang Feng, and said in a flat tone: "Let's go, there are too many people dead in this Huashan." ”

Ouyang Feng didn't pay attention to Zhou Botong, and as soon as Wang Chongyang's words fell, he already carried Ouyang Lie's body and went straight to the Western Regions. He only respects the strong, and in his opinion, there is no need to pay attention to those who cannot surpass him in martial arts. The strong are respected, and the winner is king, this is his Ouyang Feng's belief.

At this moment, at the foot of Huashan Mountain, there are only Liu Cheng, Wang Chongyang, Zhou Botong, Lin Yingyu who is in a coma, and Huang Yaoshi, who has been standing beside him, silently but not proposing to leave.

"Senior Huang, we will go back to Zhongnanshan, and we will leave here." Liu Cheng could probably guess that Huang Yaoshi was wanting the Nine Yin True Scripture, but Liu Cheng was not familiar with him, but it was impossible for him to do the thing of transferring the exercises.

"Little brothers don't have to be like this, a few of them raised their love and called Huang Brother Yao. If the little brother doesn't give up, call me a medicine brother. Huang Yaoshi arched his hand and said casually.

Liu Cheng didn't know what kind of medicine was being sold in the gourd of the Yellow Medicine Master at this time, so he had to respond: "Brother Yao, call me Xuantong, my friend is seriously injured, but he has to rush back to Zhongnan Mountain first." If Brother Yao has time, he can come to Zhongnan Mountain, and Xuantong will hold a banquet. ”

"This is Huang's self-made healing medicine, Huang calls it the Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill, and I don't know if it can be useful to Xuantong your red face." Huang Yaoshi smiled and took out a medicine bottle from his arms and handed it to Liu Cheng.

"Farewell!"

After Liu Cheng took the medicine, he didn't wait for him to say anything, and after saying goodbye, he quickly went into the distance, and in a moment, he slowly disappeared from the eyes of Liu Cheng and others.

"There are talents from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. These people remind me of the era of me and Chaoying, if there is no accident, in the rivers and lakes in the future, Xuantong your opponent will be these people. ”

"Yes." Liu Cheng naturally knows the way, if he doesn't have himself, the rivers and lakes in the future will be these masters, proud of the others. It's just that with the rivers and lakes of his own little butterfly, can it still be like that?