Xu Shan stood by the river, first looked at the moon with a halo of moon around him, and then looked down at Zhong Shanling in his hand, his fingers slowly scraped the edge of the token, and a cold touch came, it was so strange and familiar.

Zhongshan Ling is made of red copper, the whole body is red, the front is engraved with three ancient seals of Zhong Shanling, and the back is written in four big characters in wild cursive: Wu Cheng Houde.

Looking at the four big characters, Xu Shan smiled slightly, and couldn't help but think of the argument between himself and King Yan.

At that time, when Wei Suifeng and Wei Lao Ghost ruled the Candle Kingdom, he would only listen to the puppet emperor who was in heaven, that is, the current Phi Yun purpose, and sent a jade seal engraved with 'Fengtian can be saved', and Wei Lao Ghost remembered that there was such a stubble. Old Ghost Wei first shook the jade seal into powder with one palm, and then let himself and King Yan, who was already the emperor of the Candle Country at that time, wait for him for a few days.

After waiting for a few days, Old Ghost Wei rushed from Zhongshan and took out a token-shaped object, saying to the two of them that this was the jade seal in the future, and at the same time proudly saying that it was made by himself, so that he and King Yan could see his craftsmanship.

After looking at the object that looked like an iron pimple, he and Yan Wang rolled on the ground with laughter at that time, and sneered at Wei Lao Ghost vigorously, and he first said that this pimple was like the one that he often peed on when he was a child on the martial arts training ground, and Yan Wang, who has always been upright and self-disciplined, said that it was really a ghostly workmanship, fresh and refined, and worthy of the master's handwriting and other nonsense.

Although he and King Yan have always been unhappy with each other, their opinions on the token carved by Wei Lao Ghost were surprisingly unanimous, and Wei Lao made his grimace crooked, and the result was naturally a fat beating. In the end, it was Wan'er who made an axe, and only then did she have the appearance of a token.

The three words of Zhong Shanling written on the front, everyone naturally had no objections, and it took two or three days to write by King Yan, and he still remembered that he was scornful of King Yan's practice of burning incense and bathing and eating fasting for a few days.

The few words behind the token, the difference of opinion is relatively large, first of all, the 'invincible god punches the Quartet' proposed by Wei Lao Ghost was directly rejected, and the old Wei ghost squatted in the corner, muttering some big disobedient words, and the female big girl was depressed for several days.

Then there are the two opinions of 'Wu Cheng Houde' that he insisted on, and 'Hou Virtue Cheng Wu' that Yan Wang insisted on, for which he quarreled with Yan Wang, and even started to fight a few times. Every time the fight started, Old Ghost Wei stood next to him or waved the flag to cheer, or pointed and pointed, and was very busy.

In the end, Wan'er really couldn't stand it, and suggested that she should first engrave Wu Chengde, and then wait for the Candle Country to live and work in peace and contentment, and then replace it with Houde Chengwu.

This led to the determination of the four large characters behind the token.

In the end, Wei Laogui took the lead, directly used internal force to write a book, and engraved 'Wu Cheng Houde' on the back of Zhong Shanling in wild cursive calligraphy. How could he be willing, at that time, he was going to find Wei Laogui theory, Wei Laogui was holding his hand against his head, letting himself punch and kick, and at the same time saying to himself that he would indeed live and work in peace and contentment in the future, and the four words of Houde Chengwu would be written by himself, and he would give up.

After coming back to his senses, Xu Shan touched the four words and looked at the scenery on the river in a daze.

I don't know if there will be a chance to exchange these four words back in the future, however, even if it is replaced, it has long been different.

Thinking of this, Xu Shan had an ominous premonition for no reason, and combined with the words of Old Ghost Wei this time, the ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.

Without thinking about it, Xu Shan hurriedly followed his steps, and hurriedly rushed in the direction where Wei Suifeng was walking, muttering in his heart that Old Ghost Wei, you must not have an accident, and at the same time, he only hoped that his premonition was wrong.

When Xu Shan arrived at the pavilion, he saw the picture of Wei Suifeng being pierced through the heart by the man in the Confucian shirt, and he couldn't help but grit his steel teeth, his eyes were about to split, and he only felt that the blood in his whole body was evaporated by a nameless anger, and he didn't think about it, so he shot an arrow at the man in the Confucian shirt.

I didn't expect it to be late.

Looking at the old man in his arms, Xu Shan trembled, resentful of himself, why didn't he think of it, why didn't he see it when he first saw the master, self-blame and guilt were like a flash flood, instantly filling Xu Shan's whole body, and at the same time, a heart-wrenching grief burst out from the bottom of his heart, Xu Shan's eyes couldn't help but flutter, and tears flowed.

The pictures of the tall old man getting along with himself flashed in front of him one by one,

the helplessness of the young when the war is in chaos;

When you want to rob a tall old man, the appreciation and love in the old man's eyes;

When Zhongshan practiced martial arts, the old man was unrelenting;

He Wan'er painted a turtle on the face of the old man who was napping, and was beaten by the old man when he was found;

the stirring in his heart when the tall old man became the leader of the martial arts alliance;

The palace of the Candle Kingdom, he and the King of Yan and the tall old man are full of ambition;

All kinds of pictures, looking at the flowers.

In the end, the old man was frozen in his arms, and he was already full of white hair.

"Master"

A desperate roar resounded in the sky, and Xu Shan was like a cub who had lost a wolf pack, hugging the tall old man's emaciated body, crying and being extremely sad.

Wei Suifeng looked at Xu Shan, who was bowing his head and crying in front of him, and wanted to ridicule him for crying like a girl, which was really insulting to Lao Tzu's teachings, but he found that he had no strength at all, so he gave up this plan, moved his arm, and stretched out his hand towards Xu Shan.

Seeing this, Xu Shan hurriedly put the old man's hand on his face.

When the old man saw Xu Shan's red and swollen eyes, he couldn't help but smile, it was really the same as when he first met him.

And the original teenager has already grown so big now, I really didn't expect such a long time to pass in a blink of an eye.

The old man patted Xu Shan's cheek, and said to Xu Shan with all his last strength:

"I don't blame you"

"Don't take revenge"

"Live Well"

After speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.

In the haze, at the last moment of consciousness, Wei Suifeng seemed to see Wan'er and Yan'er, waving to him in the distance.

"It turns out that it's good to die, God treats Lao Tzu well. ”

The old man's hand lost its temperature, and gradually became cold, slowly hanging down from Xu Shan's hand.

A gust of wind, coming from the river, passed through the trees, rolled up the dust around the old man, and blew it into the distance of the night.

Sensing the gradually cold body of the old man in his arms, Xu Shan lay on the tall old man's body, choking and crying.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, just because he hasn't reached the sad place.

The man in the Confucian shirt finally got up, didn't look at Xu Shan, turned around and fled backwards with a stream of urine on his buttocks, and made up his mind that he would never come to this area to be the mountain master in the future, a group of madmen, all of them.

I didn't run a few steps, I felt a pain in my ankle, a stumbling, and my body involuntarily fell forward, but after all, it was a first-class wrestler, and the palm of my hand supported the ground, and I stopped the trend of falling, but my ankle was still strangled and painful, and I turned my face to see that my foot didn't know when someone tied a thin silk thread, and I couldn't find it if I didn't look carefully.

The man in the Confucian shirt tugged on the thin thread, and saw that the other end of the thin thread was tied to Xu Shan, who had been kneeling beside Wei Suifeng and did not get up.

Sensing the movement of the thin line, Xu Shantou did not reply, and slowly put the cold body of the old man in his arms on the ground, then took off his shirt, gently covered the old man, kowtowed to the old man, and said, "Master wait for a while, and the apprentice will go back when he goes." ”

After speaking, he turned around and looked at the man in the Confucian shirt.

As soon as the man in the Confucian shirt cut off the thin line on his foot, he saw Xu Shan's eyes turn to look at him with red eyes, and he suddenly felt as if he was being targeted by a hungry tiger, and his hairs stood on end.

The man in the Confucian shirt, who was already frightened, his voice became sharper, half begging for mercy, half threatening and shouting at Xu Shan: "Xu Shan, I am the mountain master of your area, what do you want to do, if you want to rebel, you can't rebel." If you leave quickly, I will treat you as if all these rebellious things you and your master have not happened. ”

Xu Shan was naked, moved his neck, no longer hidden, and instantly opened the Eight Desolation Gong, as the dragon scales on his body were highlighted, a green dragon with closed eyes seemed to emerge from his body slowly, and the entire dragon body tightly strangled Xu Shan's upper body, opening his teeth and dancing claws, hideous and terrifying.

At the same time, the momentum of the whole body soared, like a dragon chanting the sea, and the river was crossing, which was several times stronger than when it was in the center of the river.

At this moment, he heard the words of the man in the Confucian shirt, and strode towards him,

"What about the mountain master, if you come to me, I will destroy the other, and if you come a pair, I will destroy a pair. ”

Feeling the breath coming from Xu Shan's body, the man in the Confucian shirt was shocked, and opened his mouth and stammered: "This breath, Mo... Not... You... You're actually... It is also a first-class wrestler. ”

Xu Shan didn't answer, his eyes became more and more red, and he walked straight towards the man in the Confucian shirt.

Seeing Xu Shan walking towards him, the man in the Confucian shirt had a face like earth, trembling like sifting chaff, and immediately turned around and ran away without saying a word, only hating his father and mother for having two legs.

Seeing this, Xu Shan shoveled the ground on his toes, and a stone on the ground flew up and landed on his right hand, and then Xu Shan took a deep breath, and his arms were instantly more than twice as thick, and the green tendons on his arms bulged, which were several times larger than the muscles and bones of normal people, and he could even hear the sound of blood flowing rapidly from the blood vessels. The skin of the arms has also become like bronze at this moment, and the knife is sharpened and chiseled, which is extremely powerful. The closed-eyed green dragon that was originally coiled around his body slowly swam from his waist to his right hand, and then wrapped his entire body around his right arm, and the tight dragon scales instantly covered the entire arm, and between occasional turns, the cold light of the forest was reflected from the dragon scales.

Xu Shan lunged forward and threw the stone in his hand at the panicked man in the Confucian shirt, so fast that he could even see a series of sparks flashing between Xu Shan and the man in the Confucian shirt.

The man in the Confucian shirt was running away, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right knee, and his whole body suddenly couldn't support it, and he fell to the ground involuntarily.

After Xu Shan threw out the stones, he squatted on his legs, and two big pits collapsed in an instant where his feet were standing, and then his figure flashed, and flew out like a cannonball in the direction of the man in the Confucian shirt.

In just the blink of an eye, he was bullied above the man in the Confucian shirt, Xu Shanren was still in the air, his body rotated by inertia, raised his right arm and hammered down on the other leg of the man in the Confucian shirt.

There was a clattering sound of bones breaking, and the man in the Confucian shirt hugged his legs and wailed, and cursed loudly: "Xu Shan, you really want to break the net!"

At the same time, the feathers on his body flew all over the sky, like a strange python, biting off Xu Shan's head.

After Xu Shan stood still, Qinglong slowly retreated from his right arm, but instead wandered around his body. Hearing the words of the man in the Confucian shirt, he did not answer, raised his bronze arm and punched the strange python formed by the black feathers to scatter, and then the remaining momentum did not decrease, and he punched the head of the man in the Confucian shirt.

It's just that when a punch hit the tight head wrapped in black feathers, a stronger anti-shock force came, and Xu Shan, who was shocked, couldn't help but take a step back.

"Shock?"

Xu Shanju glanced at the man in the Confucian shirt condescendingly, urging the true qi, and the entire palm inside and outside was instantly wrapped in dragon scales, and then dragged one of his legs, lifted the whole person, and slammed the man in the Confucian shirt against the ground.

"I see how you fight back!"

After smashing the ground more than a dozen times like this, although the man in the Confucian shirt was lying on the ground and spitting blood, he could still scold Xu Shan angrily, or beg for mercy, or threaten, which shows the tenacity of the vitality of the first-class wrestler. However, it can be seen that the aura on his body has weakened a lot, and even many of the black feathers that originally protected his head have been broken, making the man in the Confucian shirt look extremely miserable.

Seeing this, Xu Shan crossed his hands and five fingers, raised them from the top of his head, and hammered them down against the head of the man in the Confucian shirt.

The man in the Confucian shirt also knew that Xu Shan would not let go of himself at this time, and his strong desire to survive instantly overcame fear, and he couldn't help but be ruthless in his heart, completely ignoring the fist that fell down, hysterically turning the feathers of his whole body into a Xuanyue-shaped blade, and slashing at Xu Shan's neck, which was bound to cut off his head.

It's completely a jade-burning style of play.

And Xu Shan's eyes were scarlet, and he didn't care about it at all, and smashed the head of the man in the Confucian shirt without any hesitation.

The sound of a watermelon cracking sounded, a large piece of red and white things were sprinkled on the ground, the man in the Confucian shirt first straightened his hands and feet, kicked a few times, as if to grab something, and then suddenly stopped moving, hung straight down, the whole body was cold, and gradually lost his breath.

Countless black feathers scattered from the air and landed on the ground, quickly covering the body of the man in the Confucian shirt.

And where Xu Shan's neck was protected by layers of dragon scales, a thin line stretched obliquely from the jaw, through the entire neck, obliquely to the heart, and bright red blood slowly oozed from it, dripping on the ground.

Xu Shan didn't pay attention to the wound on his neck, but just looked up to the sky and roared angrily, wantonly venting.

In the night, the birds in the mountains and forests in the distance were startled.