The cold wind blows like a knife, the bonfire hunts and hunts, the fire swaying and reflecting on everyone's faces, and the ancient temple is shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

Wu Cong, who was adding firewood to the bonfire, took a Type 92 military pistol handed by the guard, rubbed his hands into the chamber, and he held the gun in both hands to the place where the sound came from, and shouted loudly: "Who, come out and speak!"

Several guards quickly protected the Zhao family and hid in the shadows next to the main hall, Old Man Zhao stubbornly shook off the guards, stood by the bonfire with a cane in his hand, with a wave of anger on his face, raised his head and stared at the night sky. The guards did not dare to pull him anymore and held their guns beside him.

"Get out, don't pretend to be a ghost!" Wu Cong asked twice.

There is a person floating at the door of the small temple, this person seems to be blown by the wind, light and fluttering as if his feet do not touch the ground, his clothes flutter in the wind, his long beard is the wind, the crane has a childish face, his eyebrows are kind, and he is like an immortal.

This person had a kind smile on his face, and his tone was as gentle as spring: "You don't have to go anywhere, the avalanche has just passed outside, the road is difficult to walk, and it is safe here!"

Maybe the person who came gave people a good sense, and the Zhao family didn't know what happened before, thinking that he was a hermit who had lived in the mountains for a long time, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Old man Zhao also said gently: "If you come, you are a guest, let's bake the fire here!"

Only Wu Cong had seen Luo Mingjun and knew that he was not a good stubble. After the war, Ximen Jing said that he had escaped from the dead, Wu Chong didn't see the corpse and didn't know who died, and thought it was the one-armed old man, at this time he saw Luo Mingjun, thinking that he had gone and returned to take revenge, and immediately shouted: "Alert, he is the enemy, shoot within ten steps!" dodged in front of the old man Zhao.

At this time, Wu Chong was regarded as the temporary acting captain of the guard, and all the guards listened to the order and raised their guns to aim at Luo Mingjun.

Luo Mingjun still strode forward without stopping, one step, two steps......

Wu Cong, who had seen Yang Zhong's invulnerability, pointed the gun in his hand at Luo Mingjun's head, and slowly pulled the trigger with his fingers. The two guards also walked around behind Luo Mingjun, their guns pointed at his back, ready to strike at any time.

Ten steps away from the bonfire, Luo Mingjun stopped, glanced at the muzzle of the black hole, and said with a smile: "Is this the way of hospitality? I'm just a passer-by late at night, and when I see the bonfire coming, I have no malice." ”

He really didn't have any hostility on him, Old Man Zhao had a good impression of this old man of the same age as himself, if he definitely had to talk about it at other times, but tonight's situation was special, and the life and death of his companions were unknown, so it was really not appropriate to have too much to do, so he immediately said: "Xiao Wu, build a bonfire for the old man to warm up in a sheltered place from the wind on the courtyard wall, don't be embarrassed." ”

Wu Cong didn't reply, and said coldly: "Old chief, it's not difficult for him to think that it's a good thing for us, the guard team listens to the order, the other party has body armor, aim at the head, and fire!"

In the sound of gunshots, Luo Mingjun suddenly rose to the ground, waving his hands again and again, like a peacock opening the screen, and countless white smoke came out from his fingertips, shooting at the guards who shot one after another.

The gunfire stopped abruptly, and the guards were like wheat straw in the field. Wu Cong, the only one who was on guard, leaned back at the last moment to dodge the white smoke, raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at Luo Mingjun in the air, shot all the bullets in one breath, threw the pistol, and roared - you guys quickly retreat! Holding two throwing sticks, he pounced on the old man like an eagle striking the sky.

Wu Cong's kung fu is still above Ximen Jing, and even if he can't win the battle with real swords and guns, Luo Mingjun can be entangled for a long time, which is enough for the Zhao family to evacuate here.

But Luo Mingjun didn't give him a chance to fight head-on at all, and when he raised his hand, it was a puff of white smoke, like a thick fog, which instantly shrouded Wu Cong's body, and when he rushed out of the white smoke, his legs fell to the ground as soon as he was weak.

Luo Mingjun landed slowly, patted the bullet holes on his body, pulled out his cane from the snow, and walked towards Old Man Zhao with a kind smile on his face.

At this time, the old man Zhao had no expression on his face, and he didn't look at it, but he just looked down at the guards before asking, "Do we have a grudge?"

Luo Mingjun walked three steps away and laughed: "Zhao Mancang, I really didn't come for you tonight, but I was lucky, I didn't expect to meet the old enemy, oh I forgot, now you have changed your name to Zhao Zhenbei, a good name, domineering!"

On the edge of the bonfire, Old Man Zhao rubbed the cane in his hand and said indifferently: "Even Lao Tzu's real name is known, it seems that the old enemy is not fake, I don't know when Lao Tzu offended you?"

In the middle of the night, the wind was howling, blowing a little snow. Luo Mingjun looked up at the first quarter moon in the sky, suddenly shed tears, and said sadly: "Fifty years ago, do you remember that when you suppressed bandits in the west of the county, you destroyed a place called Longtou Village?"

Old man Zhao lowered his head tightly, and his tone was long, as if he was recalling that era: "At that time, I was still a regiment commander, the terrain of Longtou Village was dangerous, and the bandits swore to resist stubbornly...... Why, you were there at the time?"

"I'm bah, if the old man is here, how can you live until now, the big boss of Longtou Village is my own brother, where did our family die, I have no way to take revenge for you in a high position all these years, I didn't expect that the sky has eyes today......" Luo Mingjun took a sip fiercely, and his eyes spewed out hatred and anger.

"I am a soldier, they are bandits, it is natural to be a soldier to suppress bandits, I gave them a chance at that time, as long as they surrender, they can have a way to live, well, these are useless, there is a debtor and a master, since you are here, take Lao Tzu's life, don't involve others. ”

Luo Mingjun took a step forward suddenly, stared at the other party's eyes, and roared: "Dream, kill my family, you have to use one family to pay it back, no one can leave today!"

Old man Zhao raised his head suddenly, and confronted him-for-tat, his eyes did not shy away, as if he had returned to the era of horizontal swords, and he couldn't help but rise with an iron-blooded domineering spirit on his body, and he said coldly: "I admit it, I admit it, my family also recognizes it, but these outsiders have nothing to do with it, how about you surround their lives after you do it?"

Luo Mingjun slowly raised the wooden staff, pointed to it, and said, "Is it possible? ”

Before he finished speaking, the wooden staff in his hand suddenly jumped out like a poisonous snake, heading straight for Zhao Yunsheng, like thunder and lightning.

Seeing that Zhao Yunsheng was about to die on the spot, a person suddenly jumped up on the ground, raised his leg and kicked the wooden staff, which was like a poisonous snake that had been slashed in the head, falling into the dust.

"Hatred is hatred, you should let go, you should let go, your heart is full of hatred, how can heaven and man sense, no wonder you are still wandering in the Jindan period at your age, and the bitter sea is endless!"

It was none other than Dr. Lee, who had been half-dead.