My brother is dead, what is the point of living alone? The heart of the Thunderbolt God and Demon Lang Min is full of hope, and he just wants to use his rotten body to avenge his two elder brothers.

He was about to exert his power when suddenly a white light flew quickly, impartially through the jade pillow point behind Lang Min's head and flew out from his forehead, and the lifeless body fell to the ground in an instant.

All of this happened in a flash of light, even if he was as skilled as Lu Qian, he immediately flew into the room and found no trace of the attacker.

"Alas, it's all retribution!" Looking at the corpse of the "Three Demons" lying on the ground, Cui Shiyuan sighed while shaking his head.

"Hmph, such a thief and strongman who destroys humanity are innocent of death. But pity my miserable son, who died at a young age......"

The old dart master remembered the sad thing again, although there was a dart game behind him to comfort everyone, but it was still the old tears.

"Old man, people can't be resurrected after death, and I ask you to mourn. Although these three thieves have done a lot of evil, but when they think of the rules of death and grievances in the rivers and lakes, there is no need to dwell on the past. ”

Lu Qian jumped down from the house, comforted the old man a few words, and then thought of the pitiful righteousness of the three brothers of the owner of the village, so he beckoned Cui Shiyuan to go to the forest outside the cottage to bury the bodies of the "three demons" here.

The matter of Moyunzhai has finally come to an end, but He Lantian, who is still at large, has become a heart disease for Lu Qian. This is the first time he has failed to pursue since he broke into the rivers and lakes, and in addition, Wanli Yunlong cannot be equated with ordinary thieves, and his behavior is a huge threat to the people for a day. Lu Qian, who has always taken chivalry and righteousness as his own responsibility, can't help but be worried when he thinks of this.

Cui Shiyuan saw Lu Qian's thoughtful appearance, he had already guessed seven or eight points, and patted him on the shoulder and quipped: "Boss Lu, you have even leveled my eight desolations and intimidating Kyushu's playful and witty little sword demon, are you still afraid that you won't be able to catch that Wanli Cloud Dragon?"

Lu Qian laughed, how could he not understand his kindness in his heart. In an instant, his confidence in pursuing He Lantian became firmer. Just as the two were talking and laughing, the old dart master who had sorted out the goods of the dart car led a group of dart board people to come to them.

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of this Taoist and the young man, the old decay Ji Changde and Ruiyi Dart Bureau are beyond retribution. After that, the frost-haired silver-haired old dart master and the people of the dart bureau bowed respectfully to Lu Qian and Cui Shiyuan.

Seeing this situation, Lu Qian hurriedly advanced and bent down to hold up the old man's arms, and said again and again: "I can't help it, but I can't help it." ”

Seeing that he was so insistent, the old dart master stood up and asked respectfully, "Haven't you asked the names of the two knights yet?"

Without waiting for Lu Qian to answer, Cui Shiyuan on the side preemptively said: "I am the playful and witty little sword demon Cui Shiyuan who shook the eight desolations and deterred Kyushu, and this one next to me is my admired eldest brother, Lu Qian Lu Daxia." ”

Seeing that he had made another mistake with bragging, Lu Qian dragged him behind him, and said apologetically to the old dart master who was looking at him with an inexplicable look of admiration: "Ji Lao Dart, my brother likes to be witty on weekdays, and I hope you don't be surprised." ”

"Where, Lu Daxia is too modest. It seems that the old dart master is convinced of Cui Shiyuan's words, and the two of them have already been complimented to the great cow.

"I don't know what the two chivalrous warriors have planned to do when they come out of this Moyun Village? Just in the battle, the old decay happened to smell it, Lu Daxia seems to have a deep obsession with the ten thousand miles of cloud dragon He Lantian, but he wants to go to Yuzhou to catch this thief?"

"Well, that's exactly what I mean. This person has done a lot of evil and cruel methods, and if he is not caught in time, he may be the one who will be the culprit. ”

"It's so good, we are going to the direction of Yuzhou this time, it's better to go together, and we can take care of each other along the way, but I don't know what Lu Daxia wants?"

Lu Qian hesitated for a while, with his character, he never liked to cause trouble to others. While thinking about it, he only felt that the hem of his clothes seemed to be being pulled, and when he looked at it, he saw Cui Shiyuan nodding desperately to him, and shook the shriveled money bag on his waist with his hand, as if he was pointing.

Seeing that Lu Qian didn't respond for a while, the old dart master said again: "I have an old friend who is deeply friends, nicknamed the golden-backed Dapeng Hou Tonghai, who serves as the master of the Seven Killings Gate in Yuzhou City. He has a lot of prestige in the local area, and he can help you find the thief's hiding place so that he has nothing to hide. ”

Since all the words have been said for this part, it would be a bit impersonal to refuse again. Lu Qian hugged his fist towards the old dart master: "That junior has to be respectful, it is better to obey his fate, thank you for the kindness of the old dart head Ji." ”

This sentence of "junior" made the old dart master a little confused, with Lu Qian's current long beard fluttering, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has reached the age of not being confused, but his words just now revealed the meaning of not matching his age, what is the reason?

Just when the old dart master was thinking a little, Cui Shiyuan had already heard the mistake in Lu Qian's words, stepped forward, and pulled off his long flowing beard stuck to his temples, and the painful Lu Qian monster screamed, and everyone suddenly realized, causing a burst of laughter.

As for how Lu Qian chased and beat Cui Shiyuan later, let's not mention it for the time being, let's just say that after the group came out of Moyun Village, they each rode a horse, carried a dart cart, and walked west along the road in the back mountain.

At the same time, in the dense forest, there was a man dressed as a soldier standing on a slender branch, and he could see the behavior of everyone in Moyun Village clearly.

"Heh, what is the 'Lang Three Demons', it is better to change the name to the Three Wastes. In this way, it seems that He Lantian, a fool, entrusted me to lurk in Moyun Village to observe the movements of the three demons, which is quite prescient. If it hadn't been for the timely action just now, the unabashed Lang family kid would have been twisted to the government and didn't know what secrets he would tell. However, the Taoist priest's martial arts really brightened my eyes, and it seemed that things were getting more and more interesting. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, so it is better to go back to the master first. ”

The tree branch looked at Lu Qian's distant people, who at first muttered to themselves, and as he spoke, he actually peeled off a layer of skin with his hand, revealing his originally pale and somewhat infiltrating face. The corners of the mouth are unnaturally exaggeratedly raised, showing a very strange smile, and the dark purple lips can give people an unforgettable fear.

This road is much easier to walk than the road they used to move up the mountain before, it is very smooth, not to mention, and there are no thorns. Under the light of the setting sun, the group urged the horses, out of the boundary of Gufeng Ridge, and went straight to the front, and they were about to come to the Fengxiang Pavilion where the dart masters from all walks of life often came and went.

It is said that Fengxiang Pavilion does not actually have a pavilion, but it is just a commemorative place name. Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a down-and-out literati who was full of wealth, because he was penniless and wrote a book in exchange for a few copper coins to make ends meet, but his business was not very good, and he wanted to commit suicide in desperation.

Just when he had hung the tie around his waist on the tree and was about to seek death, he suddenly heard a birdsong on his head, like a fairy sound in his ears, intoxicating.