Xiao Hongchen was heroic when he was a teenager, learned a brilliant martial arts, served the country wholeheartedly, established a fame, and became a famous figure in history.

He and his wife have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, the two love each other, and gave birth to a Lin'er soon after marriage, but he is hearty and high-spirited, but he feels that there is nothing to do between heaven and earth.

He was originally a heroic, honest and simple, nostalgic foreigner, full of hatred in his heart, and his temperament became more and more obedient. Then in the Honghua Temple for decades, day and night, diligent practice of martial arts, a year is rare to say a word or two with others, temperament is a big change.

Suddenly, the great enemies who had hated for decades died in front of them one by one, and it stands to reason that they should be very happy, but in their hearts they are really unspeakably lonely and desolate, only to feel that there is nothing to do in this world, and life is in vain.

He squinted his eyes at Fang Tangming, who was leaning on the pillar, and saw that his face was peaceful, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was happier than alive after he died. Xiao Hongchen was faintly envious of his blessings in his heart, but he felt that after a hundred years, after a person died, everything was wiped out.

In an instant, my heart was depressed: "The enemies are all dead, and my revenge is all avenged." Where am I going? Will I go back to Wuhuan? What am I going to do? Will I go to seclusion outside Yangping Pass? What am I going to do? What am I going to do with my Chun'er to wander around the world? Why am I going to wander around?"

The old monk said: "Laughing old donor, where are you going, please do it." ”

Xiao Hongchen shook his head and said, "I'm ...... But where am I going? I have nowhere to go. ”

The old monk said: "Old donor Fang, I killed you, you failed to avenge this big revenge with your own hands, because you have regrets in your heart, don't you?"

Xiao Hongchen said: "No! Even if you don't kill him, I don't want to kill him." ”

The old monk nodded and said, "Yes, but this Fang Shaoxia is sad about his father's death, but he wants to find the old man to take revenge on you, but how is it good?"

Xiao Hongchen was disheartened and said: "The great monk is acting on my behalf, Fang Shaoxia wants to avenge his father, even if he comes to kill me." He sighed and said, "It's good that he came and took my life." Chun'er, go back to Wuhuan. We're done, and we've come to an end. ”

Xiao Wangchun shouted: "Daddy, you ......"

The old monk said: "If Fang Shaoxia kills you, your son will inevitably kill Fang Shaoxia again to avenge you, such a grudge and revenge, when will Fang be?

Xiao Wangchun was shocked, this old monk could not only kill Fang Tangming with one palm, but also kill his father, and shouted: "Stop!" Both palms came out and slammed into the old monk's chest.

He originally admired the old monk very much, but at this time, in order to save his father, he had to fight with all his might. The old monk stretched out his left palm and pushed Xiao Wangchun's palms to block it, but his right palm was still slapped on the top of Xiao Hongchen's head.

Xiao Hongchen didn't think to resist at all, and seeing that the old monk's right palm was about to touch his head, the old monk suddenly shouted loudly, and his right palm changed to Xiao Wangchun.

The power of Xiao Wangchun's palms was holding with his left palm, and suddenly saw that his right palm turned to attack him, and immediately pulled out his left palm to resist, and shouted at the same time: "Daddy, go, go quickly!" Unexpectedly, the old monk's right palm changed direction halfway, which was purely a false move, just to draw away the power of one palm in Xiao Wangchun's palms, so as to reduce the force of pushing himself.

As soon as Xiao Wangchun's left palm returned, the old monk's right palm immediately circled, and a soft sound of the wave hit the top door of Xiao Hongchen.

At this moment, Xiao Wangchun's right palm had already hit, and with a bang, it hit the old monk's chest hard, followed by a few clicks, and several ribs were broken. The old monk smiled slightly and said, "What a handsome kung fu! The wild dragon is the first in the world." ”

As soon as the word "one" was spoken, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Xiao Wangchun was stunned for a while, and went to support his father, but seeing that his breathing stopped and his heart was no longer beating, he was already exhausted and died, and he was filled with grief for a while, and he had no idea.

The old monk said, "It's time! It's time to go!" grabbed the back collar of Xiao Hongchen's corpse with his right hand, and grabbed the back collar of Fang Tangming's corpse with his left hand, and took a big stride.

Xiao Wangchun and Fang Qingluan shouted in unison: "You...... What are you doing?" and struck at the old monk's vest with the same palm.

Just a moment ago, the two of them were still incompatible, trying to fight to the death, when their fathers were both killed, and they actually joined forces to pursue their opponents. The two palms are combined, and the strength is even greater, the old monk floated forward like a paper kite under the push of the two palms, and his hands still grasped the two corpses, and the three bodies were fluttering, not like flesh and blood.

Xiao Wangchun jumped forward and chased out of the window, only to see the old monk holding the two corpses and walking straight towards the mountain. Xiao Wangchun quickened his pace, and he could catch up behind him with only three feet and two steps, but the old monk's light skills were strange, which he had never seen in his life, as if he had evil arts.

Xiao Wangchun ran hard, only to feel that the mountain wind was blowing like a knife, and he knew that he was running at a strange speed, but he was always two or three feet away from the back of the old monk, and he slapped his hands again and again, and he always hit an empty shot.

The old monk turned around in the middle of the barren mountain, turned west, and came to a flat place in the forest, put the two corpses under a tree, and sat cross-legged posture, sitting behind the two corpses, and holding their palms against the vests of the two corpses. As soon as he sat down, Xiao Wangchun had already arrived.

Xiao Wangchun saw that the old monk behaved differently, so he didn't step forward to make a move. I only heard the old monk say: "I carried them around for a while, and they lived their blood." ”

Xiao Wangchun almost didn't believe his ears, giving the dead people a living bloodline, what does that mean?

The old monk said, "Their internal injuries are too serious, we must first let them sleep in turtles, and then try to save them." ”

Xiao Wangchun's heart sank: "Isn't my father dead......?" Is he treating his father's wounds? How can there be a way in the world to beat someone to death first and then treat him?"

After a short time, Fang Qingluan, Da Liaokong, Xuan Sheng, Xuan Xuan, and the people on the Divine Mountain arrived one after another, only to see wisps of white gas suddenly emerging from the top of the heads of the two corpses.

The old monk turned the two corpses around, faced each other, and then pulled the four hands of the two corpses into each other's hands.

Fang Qingluan shouted, "You...... You...... What is this for?"

The old monk didn't answer, walked slowly around the two corpses, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to slap, sometimes on Xiao Hongchen's "big vertebral acupoint", sometimes on Fang Tangming's "jade pillow acupoint", only to see that the white gas on the top of the two corpses' heads was getting thicker and thicker.

After another tea hour, Xiao Hongchen and Fang Tangming's bodies trembled slightly at the same time.