There are still a few miles to go to Lidao Village, and the stone tablet on the side of the road is engraved with three words of Daoqian Village, indicating that this place is called Daoqian Village. The layout of the buildings is messy, but they are not too tall, too low or protruding, and it seems that the people living here are ordinary people.

At a glance, there are more than 20 households.

It was not yet noon, and the village was quiet, as if everyone was sleeping.

But those who fall asleep will never wake up again.

There were forty-nine corpses in total, and the method of death varied. Among them, there were 23 adult males, 19 females and 7 children.

None of them are alive. It's so ruthless!

Wuya and Ugly look around, and they find blood and traces of the fight everywhere.

But what makes people suspicious is that if a foreign enemy is attacking, these villagers will resist, why can't they see any other corpses except the villagers?

And among the corpses, both men and women were young or middle-aged, and there were no older people.

What the hell happened? The people here were slaughtered, and the murderers were killed?

Did the people from the Medicine King Valley arrive first? But how could the people of the Medicine King Valley attack the common people, not even the children?

Wuya wanted to find out more, but Ah Chou grabbed him and asked him to take a closer look at these villagers.

Wuya asked Ugly what he meant.

"Look closely at the weapons in the hands of these people. "Things may not be as simple as we seem. The people lying here are not ordinary people, although I don't know if there are any masters, but at least they are all people with some kung fu. As he spoke, Ah Chou pointed to a woman not far away and said, "You see, the weapon in the woman's hand has a strange shape, called the Meridian Mandarin Duck Yue, which means that she may be from the Bagua Gate." And the guy over there. ”

Wu Ya looked in the direction of Ah Chou's finger, and a middle-aged man collapsed in his yard, holding a stick tightly in one hand. But that stick was no ordinary stick, the stick was divided into two sections by chains, one long and the other short, and it was not a common nunchuck.

"It's called a flail, and he may have been in the army, or he may have come from the Central Plains generation, and he is not a local. And this. Out of nowhere, Ah Chou picked up two cone-shaped weapons and threw them in front of Wuya, the thing was short and delicate, with thin ends, the head end was slightly flat and pointed, in the shape of a diamond, slightly thick in the middle, and there was a ring.

"Is this the Emei thorn?"

"That's right. Ah Chou looked around and said, "There are other things that we haven't noticed, but we can be sure that the people here come from different places, and they may have belonged to different factions in the past, but later they got together for some reason and lived together in this small village without incident, there must be some ulterior secret." ”

Wu Ya remembered that a long time ago, there was always a group of green forest heroes around Xiwen, could it be that they lived in seclusion here with her?

Is it really the people of the Medicine King Valley who killed people?

Wuya was afraid that something would happen to Xiwen, so he proposed to go to Lidao Village immediately.

Ugly didn't move, she seemed to be thinking, and then a weird smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Wu Ya didn't know what he meant, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Ah Chou said: "The way we are now, if we collide with the murderer, we will only suffer if we collide with the murderer." Now that the situation is unclear, we know too little information, so it is better to disguise yourself so that it is much easier to hide people's eyes and ears. ”

Dressing up? Is it disguise? Wuya has never tried it, but he also thinks that what Ugly said is right.

He subconsciously stared at Ugly's chest and asked, "I don't know how to disguise or shrink bones, and I hope that the girl will teach me." ”

Seeing that Wuya had been staring at him, Ah Chou looked disdainful, but he was not angry, but in front of Wuya, he clicked a few times, and his body changed to the old boatman before. Then he wiped his face, and his face changed back to the old man's appearance.

Wuya was dumbfounded, only to feel that Ah Chou was like a ghost in the mountains, ever-changing, what was her true appearance.

After the ugly finished changing, he took out a few things from his sleeve. Wu Yan looked at it, and it was all rouge gouache eyebrow pencils used by her daughter's usual dress, and she faintly felt that it was not good, and hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by this?"

Ah Chou replied: "I am reluctant to give you the human skin mask, but fortunately I can use some thrush techniques, and we will change a few more shabby clothes in a while, and we can deceive others." ”

Wuya asked, "What do you want to paint me like?"

Ah Chou smiled evilly: "I'm an old man, you are naturally an old woman!"

After a while, I saw two old men walking slowly on the village path, one after the other. From time to time, the old man in front urged the old woman in the back to go faster, as if they were rushing home for lunch.

Spring is full of joy, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the trees are surrounded. The crops in the fields are also green, and the air is natural and fresh.

It's just mixed with the pungent smell of blood.

The village of Pear Rice is not far away, just through a pear grove.

On the way, they found a lot of horseshoe prints and chaotic footprints, apparently one group of people on horseback chasing people, and another group of people hurrying by.

I finally arrived at Inai Village, but here, like Inamae Village, was lifeless.

"Looks like we're still late. The old man said.

But I saw that the old woman suddenly froze in place, looking in one direction.

The old man looked over there, and saw a man leaning against a tree, with several arrows in his body, and the blood under his body had dried up, and the snow-white pear blossoms looked particularly dazzling in the pool of blood.

The old woman stepped forward tremblingly, and probed the man's breath expectantly, but was disappointed at all.

The old man lowered his voice and asked him, "Old woman, do you recognize this person?"

The old woman nodded, he didn't recognize it.

He softly called out the person's name: "White Tiger ......"

This person is the martial idiot next to the drunkard, one of the four ghosts in the rivers and lakes, the martial ghost White Tiger.

Three days ago, the pear blossoms were blooming.

The flower language of the pear blossom symbolizes pure love and eternal separation. Pear, renunciation, but also represents pain and sorrow.

Xiwen looked at the sleeping child in her arms, and then looked at the figure of the man who was busy in the kitchen, and smiled proudly.

She sat in her yard, soaking up the sun. For her, I'm afraid that even the smell of oil smoke in the kitchen is happy at this moment.

Thank God for your favor and wish to leave all my troubles behind for a sincere person.

But in this complicated world, who can really escape from the rivers and lakes and have no quarrel with the world.

A table of delicate dishes, five or six people with a heart.

The drunkard sighed: "The one who should come must come, and I don't know if there will be another meal after eating this meal." ”

He looked at Xiwen and found that Xiwen was much plumper than before, which is what a normal woman should look like.

Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, normal people's families, normal people's lives, but for them it seems to be a luxury.

Today there are guests again, but the people who come are not good. A large number of masters of the Medicine King Valley have already arrived here from Inamae Village.

The two people at the head dressed as Taoist priests, one claimed to be a Bai Daoist, and the other called himself a Jia Daoist.

But their bodies were bloodstained, their faces were hideous, and there was the slightest fairy wind bone.

They were just outside the door, and Bai Daoren shouted to the people in the house: "This line was originally quite smooth, but I didn't expect that the two villages before and after were all the remnants who were not killed back then, and I lost half of them before I found here, fortunately, the valley lord had foresight, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to explain." I said you don't have to hold on, all the people who can fight are dead, and there are only a few of you left, do you want to come out by yourself or do I ask you to come out?"

Hearing Bai Daoren's words, Xiwen understood that those heroes of the green forest who had been with her for many years had been killed.

Those people originally had their own sects, and some of them were also well-known in the rivers and lakes, but because they were involved in the dispute over the human skin mask back then, they were all wiped out by the Medicine King Valley and Shuzhou City, and only a small number of people escaped.

After Xiwen left Shaomu Mountain, she had been secretly looking for these people, and finally brought some of them together by herself. But with the Medicine King Valley as an enemy, they are still too tender.

Many plans, many vicious battles, and many confrontations with the Medicine King Valley, in exchange for countless casualties on both sides.

And including Xiwen, since the martial arts conference, he has never seen Hu Yingying's side again.

Everyone gradually lost their fighting spirit, and finally chose a comfortable place to live in seclusion.

Revenge is a distant dream, and they choose to wake up, choose to let themselves go, and choose to start over.

But the Medicine King Valley never let them go.

Xiwen poured the drunkard's cup full of wine and said, "Master drunkard, you shouldn't come." ”

The drunkard drank all the wine in the cup, and said scoldingly: "I don't know which turtle grandson's son leaked the news and caused this disaster." ”

Xiwen smiled: "I can't hide, it's just time after all." I haven't done it in years, but I'm afraid it's a little rusty. Xiwen looked at her man, and her face turned red because of the wine: "I just can't stand you and the child." ”

His man didn't speak, just smiled and shook his head.

Qinglong said: "There are many of them, and we can't fight hard, but if we can survive until the night, fighting and retreating, it is not impossible to escape." ”

The drunkard stood up at this time and winked at the white tiger, who understood.

He walked up to Xiwen and said, "Offended." ”

Just a little light, Xiwen fainted without the slightest defense, and her man hurriedly went over and hugged Xiwen.

The drunkard said: "You take Xiwen and the child to go first, the green dragon protects you, and the white tiger and I will stop you." ”

The man knew that no matter how hard he struggled, he just said, "Thank you." ”

Baihu looked at Xiwen and said to the man holding her: "It's rare in the world to have someone like her, I also like such a woman, you have to take good care of her." ”

The man nodded.

The drunkard and the white tiger walked out of the room and calmly looked at the black crowd outside the room.

There are more than 30 people on the other side, and there are only two people here: the drunkard and the white tiger.

Bai Daoren saw that only two people came out, and he didn't see Xiwen, so he smiled and said: "What, is it a plan to delay the army at this time? Sooner or later, they will die, why bother?"

The drunkard ignored the white man and said to the white tiger: "You are usually so powerful, do you think you can beat a few? ”

Baihu looked at the people in front of him, looked at the drunkard again, and said slowly: "Master drunkard, although I am crazy, I am not indistinguishable from right and wrong. Whoever was nice to me, I remember. I have no memory and I can't see the future. Later, I often wondered, even if I didn't go crazy in my practice, what if I really got the best in the world in martial arts? There are so many other parties, how many can they fight, I just hope that Qinglong can run faster with them. ”

The drunkard laughed: "Then there is no other way but to fight." ”

The white tiger looked at the sky, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Master drunkard, don't die." I have no brothers and sisters, you are my brothers and sisters. May the world be brothers, and the next life will be unfinished. ”

The white tiger said as he stepped forward.

The enemy's sword light was reflected on the face of the white tiger, and the white tiger just looked contemptuous and said to them, "You, who will come first?"