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Qiongshan Mountain.

Xuanzu lay flat on the lookout stone, his eyes stared blankly at the sky, his hair and beard were all snow-white, and blood continued to gush out of the corners of his mouth, dyeing a snow-white beard red in an instant, and slowly flowing down the lookout stone to the edge, drop by drop, falling into the tumbling clouds.

Kungo sat beside him with his eyes closed, his face was kind, and a trace of blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, at the center of Xuanzu's eyebrows, a trace of black light appeared, spinning like a whirlpool, and several small figures sprayed out of it, growing in the wind, growing into an ordinary form in an instant, and falling on the lookout stone with a few pops.

It is Han Sanbao, Lu Weihan, Qiu Yixuan, and Qiu Yixuan.

Almost at the same time, a black light erupted immediately, not daring to stop at all, letting out a whoast cry, and running away into the distance.

"Adversary, run away!"

The old monk Kunwu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly bounced up, and he didn't see him controlling the flying sword, and chased after him in the air.

Han Sanbao slammed on the stone, pulling the wound, grinning in pain, and suddenly heard a loud shout in his ear, an old monk flew out with a swish, he didn't care about the pain, he suddenly turned over and sat up, looked around, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

"Ha, haha! My little overlord is back!!"

Qiu Yixuan also fell on the stone, and after getting up, he looked around, his face was full of surprise, and in the depths of his big watery eyes, a trace of panic gradually thickened.

Han Sanbao glanced at Xuanzu lying on the stone, he was stunned for a moment, then his face was full of anger, he grabbed his chest and lifted it up, gritted his teeth and said, "Dead and idle, you have hurt me so badly!"

Xuanzu's eyes were blank, his expression was blank, and he didn't know if he heard it, the corners of his mouth moved, and his bloodstained beard curled, he ...... Seems to smile.

Then he tilted his head, and there was no more breath, and he died of this breath.

A generation ~ the founder of the mountain, a great cultivator, a master of ten thousand years, just because he couldn't let go of the obsession in his heart, he was never able to feather away, and he ended up in tragedy.

It seemed that the whole world sighed slightly for him.

"Hey, don't make a fuss about ...... dinner"

The anger in Han Sanbao's heart disappeared in an instant, and tears flowed down instantly.

When he was six years old, Xuanzu descended from the sky and lived with him ever since, living in the same house and eating the same pot.

For ten years, he thought about how to calculate him all the time, emptied all the secrets and knowledge in his stomach, and then threw him down the mountain, starving him for three days and three nights, to see if he dared to make fun of his vicious little bully.

Although he finally admitted that he had calculated him for ten years, he was also angry in his heart, and he wanted to beat him up, but ...... I never thought he would die.

In the past ten years, he will tell him his little secrets without reservation, confide in him the grievances after being slapped by the big boss, and share with him the relief and joy of a certain thief who swears that he will never dare to go against his little bully again......

Although he was silent most of the time, he was really tired of listening, and even scolded a few words angrily, but ......

He was his only ...... Confidant.

How...... And died?

Han Sanbao hugged him, sobbing and choking, his heart aching like a knife.

Seeing the people of Xuanzong dying one after another, it was also heartbroken, and more was anger, but now it was different, there was not the slightest anger, the whole heart seemed to be torn apart in an instant, in addition to the severe pain, there was also a deep powerlessness and fear of the future.

"Eat idle food, don't make trouble, it's great, I swear, I won't count you anymore in the future, and I really treat you as a master. ”

"Didn't you promise me that as long as I was willing to save people for you, you would pass on a belly of true cultivation knowledge to me? Your promise has not been fulfilled, and I won't let you die!"

"You untrustworthy old bastard, you stupid old man, if you don't get up again, I'll throw you down the mountain!"

“......”

Qiu Yixuan stood behind him, quietly watching the little master holding a white-haired old man crying like a child.

She didn't know that this person was her grandfather, and she couldn't feel the pain of losing her loved ones again. Just seeing the little master ancestor crying sadly, he couldn't help but cry.

Xuanzong, thousands of people...... Now only three people have survived.

"Three Treasures?!"

Looking at the rock, a trembling voice suddenly sounded.

As soon as Han Sanbao heard this voice, his body trembled violently and turned around suddenly.

Under the gaze stone, there stood a woman with a beautiful figure and an ugly face, the mountain wind was whistling, blowing her long hair and fluttering clothes.

It's the big boss.

As soon as Han Sanbao saw her, like a child who had suffered endless grievances outside, he finally saw his parents, and the grief in his heart surged up like a tide, tears welled up, and he couldn't help but cry loudly.

After all, he was only a half-grown child.

The big boss was frightened, and hurriedly climbed up the lookout stone, as if he didn't see a few other people, he didn't care about his image anymore, hugged him, and asked in a trembling voice: "Sanbao, ...... Why are you covered in blood, and where have you been in the past six months?"

Han Sanbao was full of joy and sorrow, and he was seriously injured, and he was already in a coma.

When he woke up again, he was woken up by the earth-shattering sound of gongs, drums, and suona.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was lying on his bed, and the room was empty, and he was the only one, and he didn't know how to eat......

Thinking of him, there was another pain in my heart, and I sighed and sat up reluctantly, only to find that my whole body was wrapped in gauze, and the wound was in sharp pain.

It seems that I didn't sleep for long. Why is there so much joy and noise outside?

Could it be that the big boss got married?

Suddenly thinking that it might be the big boss getting married, he couldn't sit still, and hurriedly got out of bed and walked towards the door.

Before he reached the door, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged thief stepped in, and when he saw Han Sanbao standing in the house, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then smiled: "Little Overlord, you are awake." ”

This bandit is about forty years old, and he is quite burly, and his face is ...... Anyway, the mountain thieves are all crooked melons and cracked dates.

After seeing Qiu Yixuan's and other men who were as beautiful as jade, Han Sanbao became more and more convinced that these bandits were too ugly to gain a foothold under the mountain, so Fang went up the mountain and became a bandit.

This person is none other than Da Shu, the heavy-tasting thief who has been secretly in love with Aunt Vegetable King in Eshui Town for many years.

He has a good relationship with Han Sanbao.

He forgot the real name of the big tree, and according to him, the thieves on the mountain were poor people with stories, and they had no choice but to go up the mountain. Since you go up the mountain, you have to cut it off from before, starting with the name.

So, he gave himself the name of a big tree, which means that it is as tall and unyielding as a big tree.

As soon as Han Sanbao saw him, he asked, "What are you doing outside?"

The big tree walked in to support him, and said with a smile: "Today is the day on the mountain of the condolence group." ”

"Condolences to the ...... on the mountain"

The so-called condolence group......

Well, this is the difference between the Qiong Er Gang and other bandits, the rest of the bandits, everyone shouts and beats, and hates it, but the Qiong Gang is the only one who spontaneously organizes a condolence group on the fifteenth day of the first month every year, and goes up the mountain to comfort everyone.

To be a bandit to do this, I am afraid it is also a pioneering move that has never been done before.

And in the whole year, it is only on this day that the people under the mountain can be on the mountain.