Regardless of the outcome, when the battle was over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, dragging their tired bodies back, looking at each other, feeling so good to be alive.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao was concerned about the injury on his uncle's left hand, and the uncle moved a few times and told us that it didn't matter, Mrs. Ke's Shuanglong King Kong Scissors were indeed a good magic weapon, but she used it improperly and expected it badly, so she only destroyed the realistic skin on the surface of the arm, and the structure inside was not damaged.

Fortunately, she didn't use it to cut the sword, otherwise the uncle would really not be able to explain to his third brother.

We took a look and found that the workmanship of my uncle's prosthetic hand was indeed exquisite and sturdy, and it could be regarded as a product of conscience, but there was no damage. After making sure that there was no danger, we walked to the spirit shed, and the villagers who had been hypnotized by Mrs. Ke and others just now woke up one after another, and some people even earlier saw the scene of the miscellaneous trail leading the thunder just now.

The villagers trembled with fright, some ran away without a trace, some fell to their knees and kowtowed, and some covered the collapsed shed.

The mourning shed was only built with a few wooden stakes and three-color plastic sheets, and even if it fell, it would not crush people, but I was afraid that a few unlucky villagers would smash the wood and break some holes. A few of us lifted the spirit shed and rescued the people inside, and then the miscellaneous Xiaodao and the young proprietor of Ciyuan Pavilion helped to reassure the villagers in front of them, so that they would not panic, so as not to mess up the rules.

I'm not good at words, especially in the face of this group of angry and sad ordinary villagers, so I have to help out.

The miscellaneous hairy trail is very eloquent, and the moment he led the thunder just now was really too impressive, so after a preaching, the frightened villagers finally accepted the reality, some cried loudly, some fell numbly to the ground, silent, of course, there were many people running home, wanting to verify the death of their own family with their own eyes.

Those dead corpses that were hung upside down on the beams of the house, their souls have been bombarded by the sky and thunder, and the souls are scattered, and the corpses left behind are also highly poisonous, Ciyuan Pavilion is doing this kind of business, and the three surviving shopkeepers are not idle, and take the villagers to properly dispose of the dead bodies, so as to avoid secondary infection.

These people walked around, and naturally they also saw the dead lake mud dragon on the ground, and they inevitably had another burst of horror, but they were too frightened and numb, so they got used to it a little, and continued to do what they were doing strongly.

The word sword is true to the word, since he said that the dragon ball belongs to him, he did not move the body of the lake mud dragon at all, found more than ten strong laborers in the village, came to the depression of the mountain at the edge of the village, and then dug a deep pit. This work of digging a pit naturally can't be done overnight, but with the addition of us cultivators, it is not very difficult, more than a dozen hoes flew up and down, and it was already a ditch in a short time, and we and Ci Yuange and others carried the lake mud dragon into the deep pit, and the miscellaneous hair trail burned the talisman and prayed, and did a dojo, which can be regarded as the animal to surpass the undead.

Then it is to cover the soil, bury it deeply, and warn the villagers that this is a dragon, and with it sitting in the village, it can shelter the peace of the village, and the wind and rain will be smooth, if anyone is greedy, or the mouth is not strict, and the news is omitted, and the earth is dug up, and the village will encounter a great disaster in the future, and no one can escape, and the whole village will cease to exist.

We said seriously, and the frightened villagers all nodded their heads, but they didn't dare to obey.

The next thing is to collect the rest of the corpses, after everything is done, I took out the mobile phone in the tarp and found that there was no signal, and the feedback I got from the villagers knew that Ke Hailing and others had already cut the telephone line in the village and lost contact with the outside world.

I found an elder in the village and asked him to send two young men to the nearest village to find a telephone to call the police, in addition, I also gave them Zhao Xingrui's phone number, and asked them to contact the department in charge of this kind of thing to come and solve it, and I also specially instructed that the coke should be genetically identified.

At this time, the heavy rain converged, only a slight drizzle fluttered, watching the villagers leave, I, Zamao Xiaodao, Uncle, Yizi Sword and Ciyuan Pavilion stood in front of the tomb of the dragon in the lake mud, suddenly lost, then Fang Yi asked Huang Chen Qujun, Uncle Huang, where is my father?

The sword eyes swept us, muttered, and then said It's around here, I'll take you there.

We didn't speak, but the young owner of Ciyuan Pavilion thought about something, and told Yizijian, saying that he wanted to take us to meet his father and discuss cooperation. Listening to the young owner say this, the brows of the word sword were furrowed again, and he looked back at the Tian shopkeeper next to him, and the Tian shopkeeper knew that the pig killer had misunderstood, so he made clear the previous negotiation agreement.

Yizijian was a little relieved, lowered his head and thought for a while, but he couldn't make a decision, so he just said that he went to meet together and waited for what Old Friend Fang would say.

The matter had been decided, and the rest might need to be finished by someone from the Religious Affairs Bureau, so we did not stay in the village any longer, but left the village and groped along the lake towards the west. The road was muddy after the heavy rain, and we were a little out of strength after the rain, and we didn't walk smoothly, not to mention that we had to take turns carrying three corpses that died at the hands of the Evil Spirit Cult, which was very difficult.

After walking for a few miles, the word sword finally suppressed the dark wounds left by Yang Zhixiu's battle, and told us to move along the lake, and if we saw a light on the water, we would stop, and he would go to inform the large army of Ciyuan Pavilion and come to meet us.

This method is the best, there is no need to rush the road, we finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly.

The women among the three deceased were Fang Yi's partners, and they had to be put in ancient times, which was the role of Yahuan, but this Yahuan was beautiful and smart, and she was even better looking than Fang Yi, and it was a pity to die. Seeing this dead partner, Fang Yi finally didn't have the mind to entangle the miscellaneous hairy path, and stayed by the side of the shopkeeper Tian who was carrying the poor girl, crying alone.

However, although the young owner of the Ciyuan Pavilion was also sad, it was quite difficult, and he had been closely following me and the miscellaneous hairy path, discussing the principles of cultivation with us, and wondering why we could have such achievements at such an age.

This so-called practice, nothing more than "law, practice, enlightenment, action" four words, the law is the law of practice, practice is the will to practice diligently, enlightenment is to participate in the enlightenment, the line is personal practice, this is the process of continuous repetition on the road of practice, not to be light, as for other opportunities, then it is another calculation, there is no free lunch in the world, it is shit luck like me, on weekdays is also diligent and hard practice, life and death on the edge of countless wandering, only then did I have a little confidence, it is difficult to say a few words, to explain clearly.

This long story is short, but it also talked for more than an hour, when we were tired of walking, someone in front of us shouted: "Lights, lights, there are lights on the lake!" ”

I was chatting with the young owner, and I turned my head to look, only to see a dozen lights rising on the misty lake, slowly walking towards our path.

It was a long boat, neither the kind of fishing boat of ordinary fishermen, nor the iron-hulled motorized lake boat, nor the ordinary cement boat used to transport sand and gravel, but some of the big ships like ancient times, with high broadside, carved pavilion railings, and cabins on the deck, I don't know how many stones can hold, four oars stretched out from the side, and there were sails on them, which was quite peculiar.

Seeing this boat, the young owner was also a little excited, and said excitedly: "Ah, my father brought all the treasures in the hands of the old man in Changde, and things will go well!" ”

The shopkeeper Tian on the side of Ciyuan Pavilion took out a whistle from his arms, sipped his lips and blew three long and two short whistles, the boat reacted, began to pick its head, leaned towards the shore, and got closer, Fang Yi rushed to the lake excitedly, and shouted loudly: "Daddy, it's me, Fang Yi, we are here!" ”

The boats on the lake also responded, and told us to wait here and not leave.

The big boat couldn't get to the shore, and two small boats came over there, and after a while, they rowed to the front, and the leading one of the small boats stood naturally the one-word sword Huang Chenqujun, and the next one, there was a short and fat middle-aged man with a big back comb. Before the dinghy landed, Fang Yi couldn't help it, and pounced on the short and fat middle-aged man, crying loudly: "Daddy, woo, Yueyue is dead, Li Xinru's Yu Yue and the two shopkeepers were also murdered, and they were killed by the bad guys......"

The girl cried so much that the pear blossoms fell, and the short and fat middle-aged man was so comforting, and only then did she smile bitterly and said: "I told you earlier, this time it is very dangerous, nine deaths, let you not come, you are biased, look, Zhilu Dao is amazing, right?" ”

Fang Yi shook her head violently and said no, you and your brother are here, how can I stay at home?

This middle-aged man is Fang Hongjin, the helmsman of Ciyuan Pavilion, as the head of the most profitable cultivation sect, he also has a bit of a businessman's temperament, and he is very thoughtful, after comforting his daughter, he turned his head and greeted us: "The three are Xiao Yingwu, Xiao Keming's uncle and nephew, and Brother Lu Zuo, I heard Brother Huang just now, it was you who saved me from the shopkeepers of Ciyuan Pavilion, and my pair of children, I have written down this feeling, and I will report it again in the future!" ”

Fang Hongjin let out a hearty laugh and came over to shake hands with us. His palms were thick and soft, and he shook them tightly with me, and he shook them, looking very enthusiastic.

Among the three of us, the uncle is an elder, so he will naturally answer, after some greetings, the uncle put forward the previous topic, saying that we came to Dongting Lake this time, it is for the ambergris, if everyone has the same goal, it is better to cooperate and seek a win-win situation, what do you think?

The smile of the Pavilion Master of Ciyuan Pavilion subsided a little, and he was silent, and began to look at us.