On this day, it was quiet and desolate on Longhu Mountain, and we carried Zhao Qianfeng's coffin all the way to the back mountain, where it was the cemetery of the elite who had died fighting for Longhu Mountain.

From the coffin to the ground, I watched the whole time, and without saying a word, the fat man came over and squeezed my shoulder and said, "People always have this day, look at it." ”

I sighed lightly and said, "Why do all the good people in this world end their lives in this way, can't God be fair, so many wicked people are still at large outside." ”

"Look at the point, brother, sooner or later the wicked will have retribution, and after attending the funeral, let's go home, no commission, no task, just a few of us, you bring your sister-in-law, I take Shanshan, let's have a good time."

I took a deep breath and nodded, watching the coffin be buried little by little by the loess, until it was completely invisible, and then a series of rituals were carried out, and everyone returned to Longhu Mountain.

Zhao Qianfeng's death was the most serious blow to the disciples of the Tiger Palace, even Yao Tianshi chose to retreat, two beloved disciples, one betrayed the sect, and the other died in battle, how unfair.

Early the next morning, we said goodbye to Longhu Mountain, this time Qiu Daoyun personally came to see us off, at first he still had opinions about me, until now, he slowly began to let go, and promised that Longhu Mountain will be the first help behind me in the future.

This news is both good and bad for me, because I have no idea if I will be able to come back alive in the future Holy Extermination War, and if these foreign aid will be qualified to help me.

Saint, a word that ordinary people can't understand, in their eyes, saints are just some famous people who have written a lot of life names, so that future generations will feel a lot.

And we supernatural people are different, the saint is the master of heaven and earth, and everything can be destroyed with a wave of his hand, in Lu Tian's memory, I saw the scene of him fighting with the saint, and that move is a height that I can't reach.

Sometimes I wonder, can saints really be destroyed, aren't they rumored immortal existences, what am I choosing this path for, to protect my family? Protecting the world? Is that really the case?

Back to the hotel where we stayed, we plan to leave for home tomorrow, and in the past few days when the funeral was held in Longhu Mountain, I have been looking for Tang Xuan's figure, but he has never returned, and I can't tell you how many disciples I asked.

Until evening, when I was getting ready to go to bed, suddenly a dagger flew in from the window and nailed it to the wall with a thud.

I immediately bounced up from the bed, walked to the window and looked down, didn't see any suspicious people, walked to the wall and pulled out the dagger, with a piece of paper stuck on it, writing, "Come to the suburbs of Huayue Winery and get together, Zhao Qianfeng." ”

Seeing the name behind me, I was stupid, could it be that Zhao Qianfeng didn't die?

I immediately got dressed, went out alone with the ten-square sword, and after inquiring for a long time, I found the location written on the paper.

Copper capital suburbs.

On the third floor of a building, there was a kind of winery of an ancient inn with lights on, and there were bursts of laughter and laughter from inside, and through the reflection of the light, I could see people dancing.

There was an old man sitting at the door of the winery, swaying a fan, and there was an old radio on the table next to him, and there were bursts of opera from inside, and the old man was humming a few words from time to time.