An executioner wandered around the town in front of Guanqian, doing some things to use people's money to eliminate disasters for others, and without the knowledge of God, he completed assassination after assassination.

As the hometown of Mr. Poor Sour, the palatial capital is full of copper smell, endless exaggeration and luxury, and the scenery is infinite on the surface, but behind the scenes, it is all bought and sold by pit people with clear prices.

The so-called rich and elites have joined forces to do what is right, and they have done everything possible to deceive the poor, and they will not let go of every penny of their hard-earned money.

In Caimen, the value of people has always been calculated and calculated. ——The gentleman surnamed Ma is putting on a feast for his own son, a rich man who started by children's tricks, not only wants to earn the money of adults, but also the money of children.

Although that harmful little trick is pleasing to people's hearts, it is actually a little tiger who eats money. However, pity the hearts of parents all over the world, even if it is a trick of eating meat and not spitting out bones, in the face of their children, they will accept it so gladly.

On the tenth birthday of the son of the Ma family, as one of the ten richest people, a wealthy businessman set up a banquet of 600 tables in the largest restaurant in Guanqian Town, Changqing Building, and invited relatives and friends from all walks of life.

This little boy is handsome and well-behaved, not to mention, his slick mouth and kung fu are deep in the essence of his old man, talking to people, communicating in the scene, not ambiguous at all.

The so-called dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, the son of a mouse can make a hole, the son of a rich businessman, the son of the Ma family is out of the limelight, and he is really a teenager.

Mr. Ma was proud of the spring breeze and drank more than 20 glasses that night

"Heartburning" until unconscious. The so-called Son to Father, worship means. Father to Son, part of pride.

The scene of the father-son love can be regarded as incisive. However, they never expected that the deep relationship between father and son in the natal year turned into a life and death grudge separated by yin and yang, and the banquet turned into a father's funeral in a blink of an eye.

The executioner took off Mr. Ma's head and silently left no trace! The task was completed perfectly, and the unconscious wealthy businessman saved him a lot of trouble.

The son of the Ma family has always been calm and wise, but at this moment, it is still in chaos.

"Daddy!" the ten-year-old boy was so enraged that he rushed out the door to chase the executioner, who was almost ten miles away.

There is no need to guess that he also knows that the murderer is his own opponent, a wealthy businessman surnamed Liu! But the child does not care about the murderer, the real murderer, and he has to take the executioner who kills to pay for his life with a thousand knives.

No, after driving ten miles, we finally met in the alley in the dead of night.

"My hands are clean, and your father didn't have any pain when he was alive. "The executioner with the blood-stained cloth bag knew that the comer was looking for revenge, but he didn't pay attention to it, because there were many such things in this business.

The child said very resolutely: "Promise me three things, and my father's revenge will not be avenged." This was not the surprise of the executioner, and one who came to take revenge did not take revenge.

With that, the child took ten steps back, widening the distance between them, and clutched something in his hand, which made blood ooze from his hand.

The executioner looked at the child, and there was something hidden in his eyes. Out of the killer's instinct, the executioner said viciously: "Lao Tzu only kills one person, get out of me!" The child was not frightened, but spoke more intensely,

"You can't kill me, because you want to hear three things!" he said, raising his bloody hand slightly, clearly telling him that what I have in my hand is not to be messed with.

The executioner laughed, a natural killer was frightened by a child.

"Well, you say!" the child looked at the blood-stained cloth bag and wanted to cry, but he endured.

"I'll pay ten times the price and help me kill the one surnamed Liu!" The executioner was stunned,

"Ten times?" and immediately agreed:

"Good!"

"Two, give me the cloth in your hand, Daddy can't be without a head!"

"Good!"

"Three, I want you to pass on to me everything you have learned all your life, and there is nothing left. The executioner was stunned again

"What?" but it wasn't long before he burst out laughing, and he suddenly understood what was hidden in the child's eyes.

"Can you agree?" the executioner laughed, "You have learned to kill as a teacher?" The child gritted his teeth with tears in his eyes and said, "As long as you agree, you will be a teacher for one day and a father for life." Not only will I not kill you, but I will honor you. ”

"Haha, why is it difficult for Xun to take you as a disciple? Even if you really kill me, but the blue is better than the blue. ”

"I promise...... I won't kill you!" the child choked and slowly lowered his head, letting go of the tile in his hand, a tile that he had picked up anywhere on the side of the road.

At this moment, a sword of words slashed over the secluded alley, dazzling with brilliance, and then a huge star enveloped the entire night sky.

The executioner's face changed dramatically,

"Long Yuan is in the sky?" he seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly asked the child,

"What's your name. ”

"Ma Yu. After hearing this, the executioner's cloth bag with the head in his hand was thrown to the child, and then two fingers drew an arc, leaving a sentence.

"Ma Yu, my life will be left to you sooner or later. "Based on the arc, beautiful as light, the rippling alley crosses a spear and sweeps the starry world.

——At the foot of Yushan Mountain, near the border of the royal gate, a tomb made of grass and flowers rises.

"Fourth brother likes Yushan, I'll help you settle here. "The little beggar built the grave with his bare hands for four hours, picking the most beautiful flowers and herbs at the foot of the mountain, and dressed up exquisitely and beautifully.

Yinling didn't tell him all at once

"He is made of water, and should be with flowers and plants." The little beggar opened the cloth bag in his hand and sprinkled the ashes as fine as dust.

He didn't cry because he grew up seeing too many relatives die. Besides, he knows how to live and die, just like Ah Huang from the house next door ate a little mouse that shouldn't be eaten and was poisoned on the street.

"People can't be resurrected after death, and the festival of snow is mournful. The second master didn't know how to comfort the little beggar, so he used the official language that could no longer be official.

For him, Yinling is not only a brother, but also a symbol of spirit. Now, this symbol is buried in the loess, and his belief is gone.

"Little Four, we will help you take care of Xuezhi, you can go with confidence!"

At this time, there was a drizzle in the breeze, and there was a lonely grave hidden in the endless grass fields, and because the little beggar had climbed the mountains and waded through the water several times, there were countless pink and blue on the lonely tomb.

When the last pinch of silver dust drifted away, Mu Xuezhi stood up, turned around to look at the Fan Bai Dao people and the rain spirit immortals, and then stared at the shabby tombstone.

"Second brother, brother Wuji. Mu Xuezhi called the two. Fan Bai Dao people responded,

"Brother Snow, it's okay to speak up!"

"We ......" eyes stayed on the tombstone for a long time,

"Take the Sanssouci Palace. After hearing this, Master Tieyin jumped up, excited, and the things that had fallen and scattered in the past few days suddenly became clear.

The big bald monk ran out of the crowd and hugged Mu Xue to confess.

"Little ghost, the Sprinkle family likes you. "Yinling passed away, and the Yuling Alliance collapsed, and since then, all beings don't like to talk, and they are not like the usual tea and fragrant words all day long, blowing each other and blowing each other.

The sentient beings also tacitly agreed, but no one proposed that the tree fall and disperse.

"Snow, don't talk nonsense. "Wu Operator is still questioning, and compared to others, he is more reluctant to accept Yinling's death.

"Second brother, we carry forward the Rain Spirit Alliance, and we can't live up to the fourth brother. "Historically, the poor sour show heard the words he wanted to hear the most, and the most beautiful words, from the mouth of the down-and-out little beggar.

The little beggar could see the second brother's doubts and distrust. He felt a little remorseful and plucked up the courage to speak out.

"The fourth brother gave me all the blessings, and all the talents are ......"

"What??" Wuju picked up Mu Xuezhi's hand, pinched his fingers to check the pulse, and sighed,

"Oh my God. Then he was suddenly excited, kneeling and bowing with Buddha dust,

"Congratulations to the alliance leader, I have won the true inheritance of the sixth master. ”

"What!" all beings asked in unison. The big red real person borrowed it, and the royal qi opened his eyes to see through Mu Xuezhi, and within half a moment, he knelt down when he heard the sound.

The former strategist schemingly knelt, and the latter warrior knelt high and low, and vaguely saw a goddess wearing a bright hanger standing in front of the rain spirit immortals.

Seeing this scene, all living beings did not know what was going on, and they knelt down to worship the new alliance leader. ——Sanzhan and incense did not come as promised, and in front of Sanssouci Palace, a whole set of banners and drums were closed without fighting.

It's not just them, the confident Jiushi is also disorganized in the face of the Wuling Statue, retreating without a fight, making a look of calming things.

The stewards are also idle, and want to have some fun. As the hub of the royal gate, the Sanssouci Palace is impregnable, and the statue of Wuling and the lord of Tongtian each lead the spring and autumn, and the water does not leak.

No, sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, the layout of the praying mantis catching cicadas is still here. I didn't wait for the sun star, the glory, but waited until the rain spirit immortals who couldn't be imagined by death.

"I am a person of no way, and I have come to visit the palace master of Sanssouci Palace!"

"How could it be him?" Jiushi Duolang has a relationship with Wuju, there will be a very polite Taoist who understands etiquette and has come to Huangquan Mountain to visit him, and remembers that it is a lotus-crowned Taoist in coarse cloth, called Youjie Taoist.

"That's right, it's him!" Huang Tiandang smelled a familiar smell and reminded the Shen brothers that the eavesdropper under the white orchid tree was the current unruly Taoist.

The three alliances each had ghosts and ambushes on both sides of Sanssouci Palace, all with the idea of reaping the benefits of the fisherman. However, there is no rule to care, specially for the new alliance leader who is famous in the world, please fight!