Boom~

The light rain kept moistening the earth, and the thunder in the sky was continuous, and the thunder and lightning between the clouds were like dragons.

Lin

remote mountains

Deep in the mountains, there are naturally lush trees.

The rain is falling, the wind is howling. The branches swayed and the leaves rustled.

Two people, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin. Holding an umbrella, he walked through the grassy path among the trees.

Although tall trees can be seen everywhere here, and from time to time there is a terrifying roar of thunder and lightning in the sky. But the two of them did not change their faces, and still walked forward with a steady pace.

There was a loud click, and a thick thunderbolt fell from the sky like an upside-down tree, and at that moment, the surrounding environment was all white and miserable.

As the sound died down, a hundred-year-old tree fell to the ground. The entire trunk of the tree was also on fire, even though it was still raining heavily in the air.

However, in the face of such a situation, the two of them continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

Who are they? What are they doing in the mountains?

A lake

A wooden house was built on the lake, a three-story cabin. It's strange that there are people living here deep in the mountains. It is estimated that the owner of this wooden house is a person who tends to have a calm heart.

The wooden houses are built in the middle of the lake, and there are wooden bridges in each of the four directions from the wooden houses to the shore.

Squeak squeak~

Stepping on the wooden bridge, making such a sound, although there is the sound of thunderstorms and winds, but the sound of feet stepping on the bridge is still clearly heard in the deep mountains.

The two came to the door of the wooden house, and the tall and thin man knocked on the wooden door and asked, "Is Grandpa Gao there?"

After a long time, a somewhat old voice came from inside. "Who?"

"Grandpa, it's me, I'm Qin Jian. ”

"Oh, Jian'er. After saying the last word, the wooden door was already open, and a man with white hair was full. An old man with a wrinkled face came into view

"It's raining outside, come in. ”

"Oh, this is?" Pointing to the person next to Qin Jian, Grandpa Gao couldn't figure out who it was.

"Grandpa Gao, my name is Fire Hammer, and I saw it a few years ago. Firehammer laughed.

"Oh, I remember. People are old and useless. Grandpa Gao patted his head and laughed.

After that, the two entered the cabin. relative to the outside. It's a lot milder in this wooden house.

"Jian'er, why did you kid come to me? is there something wrong?" Grandpa Gao asked, handing the two cups of hot tea to the two of them.

Fire Hammer took the tea, drank it all, and said, "Grandpa Gao, we are here today to find a portrait." ”

"Firehammer, you're still so impatient. Qin Jian took a sip of tea. smiled.

"Oops, I'm a rough man. I don't know how to beat around the bush, and I will speak if I have something to say. Brother Jian, don't blame me for this, I can't change it anyway. The fire hammer looked like a big grin.

"That's right. ”

"Portrait, whose portrait?" asked Grandpa Gao.

"My master Yu Dao is a real person. Hammer said. When it comes to Master Yu Dao Zhenren, Fire Hammer's face is more respectful.

"Your master's portrait? What, why did you think of this?"

"Grandpa Gao. I think you also know about the killing of the master. A year before he was killed, the master suddenly disappeared, and we didn't find it. Knowing that the master was killed, we knew that the master had come to Lincheng. You and the master are familiar with each other. And the master will ask you to draw a portrait every year. So we want to see the portrait you painted of the master before he was killed?" Qin Jian said the purpose of this time.

"Your master did ask me to draw a portrait of him after he came to Lincheng. Grandpa Gao's eyes showed sadness.

Hearing that there was really a portrait, Qin Jian and Fire Hammer were a little excited. Flame Hammer asked excitedly, "So, where is the portrait?"

"Isn't it just a portrait, it excites you. Grandpa Gao laughed.

"Grandpa Gao, we heard, of course, we just heard, I heard that the master accepted an apprentice when he came to Lincheng. And when the master paints the portrait, one disciple will be selected together, so we guess that if you have painted a portrait of the master, then after all, you will also draw the last disciple of the master. We want to get out of that person's mouth how the master died!" Qin Jian said slowly.

"Oh, I remember when you say that, I did follow a teenager when the portrait was painted, about fourteen or fifteen years old. Wait, I'll get your portrait. As he spoke, Grandpa Gao was already trembling and looking for something.

"Great, Brother Jian, as long as you know who that young man is and find him, you may be able to ask who the murderer is. ”

"But, what if, that young man also dies?" Qin Jian said with some concern.

Hearing Qin Jian say this, Fire Hammer's enthusiasm immediately decreased by half.

Qin Jian continued, "Ling Xiaoyun is very meticulous in handling things, that young man, I don't know if he escaped from Ling Xiaoyun's poisonous hands at that time!"

"Brother Jian, if this young man is alive and really identifies Ling Xiaoyun, will we immediately enter his temple and avenge our master?!" the fire hammer slapped the table, looking enthusiastic.

"That's a later story, it depends on whether the young man is alive or not, and whether he can recognize the murderer of the master!"

Just when the two of them had such a conversation, Grandpa Gao had already walked over to take a look, holding something in his hand, which seemed to be a scroll!

Qin Jian and Fire Hammer immediately stood up and greeted them.

Grandpa Gao handed Qin Jian the scroll and said, "That's it, the portrait I drew for him when he first moved here." Who knows, this is his last portrait. ”

Speaking of this, the corners of Grandpa Gao's eyes were already moist, and he seemed to think of his old friend.

Qin Jian took the scroll and couldn't wait to open the scroll!

One old and one young, come into view. Both of them are smiling in the portrait.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy stood beside an old man of sixty or seventy years old, the old man put his hand on the young man's head, and looked at the young man with a kind and warm gaze.

The teenager is looking ahead, and the old man is looking at the teenager.

"Master. The fire hammer said, tears already falling uncontrollably, and he quickly wiped them with his sleeve.

"He, isn't he just ......" Looking at the young man, Qin Jian had already remembered something...... Outside the tomb, a young man grabbed his arm, and the young man stopped talking, not knowing what to say.

Qin Jian tried hard to recall, recalled the scene of the day, and remembered that someone called the name of the young man, what, what is the name of the young man?

The moment she grabbed herself, a woman called out the boy's name, and it was ...... Be...... Nameless, that's right, Xu Nameless, this name, Ling Xiaoyun also shouted!

"Grandpa Gao, we accepted the painting, and there are still things, say goodbye!" Qin Jian said, and immediately turned to leave, and the fire hammer immediately followed.

"Brother Jian, who is this young man, are you going to find him?"

"The boy is Xu Wuming!"

"Xu Wuming, that, that boy that Thunder Mountain Villa and the Church of God are going to deal with?"

"Well, hurry up and find Xu Wuming. He must not let the people of Thunder Hills and the Church of God attack him!"

(To be continued.) )