In the front yard, the master and the rest of the brothers sat in a circle, and those ordinary disciples set up two fires next to them, a pile of more than a dozen people. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I swept, and there were less than forty of us left, and my heart suddenly felt sad.

After we sat down, the master nodded at us: "Okay, everyone is here, let's start eating." ”

The little junior brother was seriously injured and did not come, and the master said that when the people arrived, he meant the disciples who could still walk around now, but we didn't have the heart to eat, and lowered our heads one by one.

In the past, in the sect canteen, the master also said the same, at that time there were nearly 100 of us, after the master finished speaking, there would always be a burst of coaxing in the canteen, and the sound of laughter kept coming.

But at this time, we don't have that atmosphere, but have an indescribable desolate taste.

Are you really here?

At this time, Shi Niang said: "Let's eat some food, how can we avenge the dead disciple if we have no strength?"

The senior brother also echoed: "Come on, come on, junior brothers, let's eat a little bit, and only when we are full will we have strength." The second and the sixth, come, eat a piece of meat. ”

There was a small wild boar on the shelf between us, and the golden oil was dripping in the fire, when the senior brother handed over a piece of meat and glanced at the second senior brother and me.

I got along with the second senior brother, grabbed the piece of meat and gnawed it, but to be honest, this wild boar meat was grilled just right, not oily, not greasy, and moderately crispy.

Seeing us move our mouths, the other senior brothers also followed suit, and even a few ordinary disciples were already gobbling it up.

In this case, you must not scatter people's hearts, otherwise, the Iron Sword Sect will really be finished.

Seeing the fragrant food of the junior and younger brothers, I couldn't help but put down the wild boar meat in my hand, the power of the big tonic pill given to me by the master has completely attacked, the whole body is warm, and the limbs have gradually regained their strength, and at the same time, I am more curious about the wooden box in my arms, whether it will also be a pill like a big tonic pill.

After a hasty meal, I said goodbye to my master and mother because I was unwell.

When I returned to the Buddhist hall in the backyard, after closing the door, I couldn't wait to take out the wooden box.

There was still a faint fragrance on the wooden box, which made my heart skip a beat. I don't know what kind of wood this wooden box is made of, it doesn't weigh much, and it is very light in your hand.

Carefully opening the wooden box, a strong smell of medicine came, I looked inside, and sure enough, it was also a pill. However, this pill is a little different from the Great Tonic Pill, this pill is three times larger than the Great Tonic Pill, and the medicinal color on it is even thicker.

This woman is a member of the Demon Sect, she must not be wrong, otherwise how could she call that witch Aunt He? And judging from the current situation, not everyone in the Demon Sect is as cruel and ruthless as the master said, otherwise they would not have thought of coming to support the Two Wolf Mountain, and this woman would not have given me this unknown pill. Let's not talk about whether this pill is poisonous or not, this kind of gratitude alone is very rare.

For the first time, I had a good impression of the people of the Demon Cult in my heart.

However, there are still some things I don't understand in my heart, how did this woman know that I had let Aunt He go? I thought that what I had done was so seamless that even thoughtful people like Pan Changlong and Lu An didn't notice it, how did she know? If she happened to be there at the time, why did she abandon Aunt He and leave her alone on the high ground?

No! My heart jumped, this woman must not have been there at the time, but there must have been another person!

Ghost Hand Slash!

It must be him, can't be wrong!

When I let Aunt He go, it was highly likely that he was somewhere near the heights, but Aunt He was unfortunate enough to be discovered by the patrolling disciples and brought back. When stationed at the foot of the Two Wolves Mountain, the outer patrol disciples were divided into groups of two, with one disciple each from the Golden Sword Sect and the Fist Sect, which would explain why only two disciples from their two factions died. Those two disciples must have been killed.

But the next moment, I dismissed the speculation.

Those two disciples were killed by the vampire old demon, so if it is speculated, then the slash is a vampire old demon, which is completely illogical, and his handsome appearance does not look like that kind of bloodthirsty and cruel person.

There was a mess in my head, and there was a faint pain.

Closing the wooden box, I was a little dazed, there were some things that a little person like me couldn't understand, and it wasn't my turn to get to the bottom of it, and I couldn't help but be a little nosy when I was hurting my mind in vain.

At this moment, the elder brother and several of them walked in and sat down with me.

The senior brother picked up a branch and picked up the fire, and said, "Sixth, how is the injury now?"

I smiled and said, "It's almost recovered, Senior Brother Xie cares." ”

The senior brother said: "That's good, you can rest early, and we will keep vigil today." ”

Senior Brother took good care of me, and from the first day I joined the Iron Sword Sect, he always treated me as a younger brother, and treated the other senior brothers as well, so we all respected him.

I felt a warmth in my heart, and then I thought about it and said, "By the way, Senior Brother, where are we now, and what is the situation of the other sects now?"

The senior brother said: "We are now in Yuanzhou, and we will reach Hengzhou in a few days to the east, and we will reach Fuzhou in more than ten days." ”

The Two Wolf Mountains are located in the hinterland of Chenzhou, and Chenzhou borders Yuanzhou, separated by a distance of 100 miles. In one day and one night, the senior brother and the others actually drove a hundred miles, and they also escorted me and the junior brother.

My heart ached beyond words.

At this time, the second senior brother sighed: "The other sects are not much better, the disciples of the Golden Sword School are dead, only Uncle Duan escaped, Pan Changlong is also dead, and only a small number of disciples of the Iron Palm Gang are still alive..."

"What?!Pan Changlong is dead??? I said in a lost voice.

The second senior brother nodded and said, "Yes, I was slapped to death by the Taoist who was carrying the wine gourd." ”

Speaking of this, the second senior brother's body couldn't help but tremble.

Not only the second senior brother, but I was also shocked in my heart, and the words of the second senior brother kept echoing in my mind: one palm slaps to death, one palm slaps to death......

With Pan Changlong's martial arts attainments, he was even slapped to death by the wine Taoist with a palm, what kind of martial arts did the wine Taoist become?

Even Pan Changlong is dead, and the other sects must not be much better. Thinking that we still have less than forty people left in the Iron Sword Sect, I suddenly feel that we are still relatively lucky, at least much luckier than the Golden Sword Sect.

Thinking of this, my heart is sour again, people are really fragile, and if you say death, you will die.

After talking to them a little longer, I lay down on the grass bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, it was still pitch black outside. I got up and went outside the door, and saw the seventh junior brother leaning against a tree in the courtyard and napping, with his long sword lying at his feet.

I guess I'm tired. I didn't sleep for a night when I attacked the Two Wolf Mountain, and then the Demon Sect attacked and fought again, and then I traveled a hundred miles day and night to get here, and the gods couldn't bear it.

The seventh junior brother's name is Zhang Han, who is the same age as me, but he started a year later than me, so he called me senior brother.

I saw that he was sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake him up, and I was already sleepy anyway, so I helped him keep vigil. Picking up the long sword on the ground, lighting a torch, and looking around, for some reason, the woman's giggling sound came to mind.

Will she still be there? I couldn't help but walk towards the courtyard.

The courtyard was still the same, eerie and silent, silently watching the people who came and went as if something was the most evil thing entrenched here.

There was no woman in the courtyard, and I couldn't help but feel a little lost.

The moon was already setting in the west, and a gentle breeze blew, stirring up the dead leaves on the ground.

The house was obscured by two large trees, and it was even more terrifying in the darkness, as if someone had died in it, and the ghost was looking at me.

I walked over with courage and the torch in my hand lit up the front door of the house, and when I looked up, I saw a wooden board leaning above the door, on which were written the three ancient characters "Shoujingtang". It's probably a long time ago, and I can see the thick dust on the wooden boards from here.

The window paper on the door had been air-dried and plastered to it in bits and pieces, and I pushed the door, and the door creaked and opened a gap.

Huh? It's not locked. But after thinking about it again, how could anyone come to such a broken place, let alone lock it.

I pushed hard and pushed the door open, leaving a layer of dust on my body.

It seems that no one has been here for a long time. I patted the dust off my body and looked around.

The room was a mess, the floor was littered with stones and paper, and I couldn't help but frown as I heard a foul smell.

There is also a stone statue in this room, but not a Buddha statue, but a statue of a man. I really don't understand how there can be a statue of a man in the temple.

I walked in, and the room was lit up, and the stone sculpture of this man appeared clearly in front of me.

The stone sculpture was more than half my body, the man was dressed in a robe floating backwards, his long hair was scattered haphazardly, and he held an unsheathed sword in his left hand, and he looked up slightly, his face showing a heroic air and showing a sense of pride.

Lifelike!

The craftsman who carved this stone carving is definitely very human, otherwise how could he portray a person so vividly!

I couldn't help but be moved.

The exquisiteness of the stone carving of this ordinary man is not known how many times thinner than the stone carvings of the two Buddha statues outside. It's just that for some reason, such a beautiful stone sculpture was placed in such a dirty and dilapidated place.

Maybe this person was great in his life, maybe he was a hegemon in the martial arts, or maybe he was a respected person in the rivers and lakes, but after his death, he was forgotten and left alone in such a place where no one cared about.

I don't know what I will become in the future, and if someone will carve a portrait of me or bury me in a good place after I die. Or perhaps, I will be like the brothers who died in the Two Wolves Mountain, thrown into the wild, and the corpses were torn by jackals.

Reaching out and touching the stone sword in his hand, I couldn't help but feel a little emotional, following his example, I straightened my waist, my eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything, and I also raised my head slightly, trying to show a heroic appearance.

Perhaps, in the future, someone will actually carve my appearance into a stone carving.

Suddenly, the corner of my eye lit up, and the eaves of the house seemed to flicker like something. My heart moved, and I stepped forward with curiosity, only to find that there was nothing there.

I returned to the stone sculpture and looked again, and at this moment I could see clearly that there was another flicker under the eaves. This time I didn't come forward to investigate, but stood still, my eyes fixed on the place where the light was shining.

Sure enough, after a few breaths, there flashed again!

Immediately afterward, the light flashed several times in succession, and then suddenly disappeared again.

Curious, I stared intently at the place and walked past, strange as it sounded, from the time I left the statue until I came under the eaves, I never saw the flickering light again. It seems that the flickering light can only be seen by standing next to the stone statue.