"By no means, now that the eight clans of the Southern Barbarians are in the limelight, they may invade Kyushu on a large scale in the future. I've lost the Sword Saint, don't lose the Spear Saint again! Cangzhu shook his fan, his face full of worry.

"The third brother died in another country, and the elder brother couldn't collect his body, it's really ashamed!" Saying that, Cheng Suhe slapped his thigh and sighed helplessly.

"Cangzhu, is there really no way?" Mo Zhanqiu asked unwillingly.

Hearing this, Cangzhu pondered, and the Fusu fan in his hand kept shaking. After a long time, Cangzhu sighed helplessly: "At present, there is indeed no way... Now that the Qianlong Hall is eyeing us, the Eight Southern Barbarian Clans are probably their helpers. ”

When the words fell, the three of them all sighed heavily, and even Cheng Suhe's eyes turned red. Even Mo Zhanqiu frowned, and a pair of overlord eyes were tightly closed.

"What if... What if..."Cheng Suhe clenched his fists and slammed it on the ground, "If I hadn't been so stupid that year, Lord Daojun wouldn't have lost his life, my Qingcheng faction wouldn't have retreated, and my third brother wouldn't have died!" Saying that, Cheng Suhe actually shed a few tears, and his fists kept smashing on the floor.

"Sue River!" Mo Zhanqiu grabbed his hand, "Don't blame yourself anymore, you don't just blame yourself for that incident." ”

Cheng Suhe gasped for breath, his heart was pounding, and he actually howled and cried, this man who stood up to the sky!

Seeing Cheng Suhe's appearance, Mo Zhanqiu hurriedly stepped forward to reassure: "The boss is not small, the boss!" ”

"Then you don't want to hate?" Cheng Suhe wiped his tears and pretended to be calm: "Yes! No matter how much you hate me, you can't cry, I'm the head of the house. One day, I will double my revenge! ”

Hearing this, Mo Zhanqiu showed a relieved smile. After laughing, he suddenly picked up the teacup on the table and threw it out the window, and said with a gloomy face: "I've been eavesdropping for so long, aren't you still leaving?" ”

The teacup was thrown directly into the window paper, hitting the eavesdropper's lower abdomen. The eavesdropper outside the window groaned and fell backwards.

"This eavesdropper, the strength is so weak, the Hidden Dragon Hall is looking down on us more and more!" Mo Zhanqiu said coldly.

"Uncle save me!" A familiar voice came from outside the window.

"It's Achuan!" Cheng Suhe secretly said that it was not good, and then jumped to the window with both legs. At the last moment, he suddenly grabbed Cheng Qichuan's falling right hand.

"Daddy, save the child!" Cheng Qichuan looked at the hundred-foot-high cliff under his feet, and said weakly.

"You tiger, it's really not worry-free!" As soon as the words fell, Cheng Suhe threw Cheng Qichuan into the house.

Cheng Qichuan only felt a whirlwind of the sky, and then slammed it on the floor. The small life was saved, and Cheng Qichuan gasped for breath.

The movement in the house attracted the attention of the four Taoist priests outside, and they all pushed the door in. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Sansheng standing up, looking at the son who fell to the ground with a look of hatred.

"It's okay, it's okay, next time I will ask one more person to watch from the windowsill at the back of the house!" Cangzhu shook his fan.

"Yes!" The four Taoist priests saluted respectfully and withdrew.

"Xiaochuan, what's the matter with you?" Mo Zhanqiu squatted down and gently touched his lower abdomen that he had just hit with his teacup.

"What did you just hear?" Cheng Suhe looked at Cheng Qichuan with a look of hatred that iron does not become steel.

"I heard them all!" Cheng Qichuan stood up with difficulty and looked at the three saints: "Dad, uncle, sir, I understand your feelings, but I can't swallow this breath, I must avenge the third uncle with my own hands!" ”

Hearing this, the three saints all sighed resentfully, and after all, he still knew.

"I should have guessed that the dead old Taoist priest was the third uncle, so I should have come back early!" Cheng Qichuan had tears in his eyes, "I know that you are hiding from me because you are afraid that I will be too impulsive." Now Xiao Chuan tells you, don't worry about Xiao Chuan, Xiao Chuan will work hard to take revenge and kill the Eight Southern Barbarian Clans with his own hands! When the words fell, Cheng Qichuan rushed out without looking back. Only the three saints were left standing in place in a daze, and after a long time, Cangzhu shook his fan and said slowly: "I don't know if the young and frivolous are good or bad?" ”

Cheng Qichuan rushed back to his small academy, and he swore that one day he would avenge the third uncle with his own hands!