In heaven and earth, not every name is worth remembering, but Xue Qi, in the great wilderness, you must not forget.

In the heavens and on the ground, there have been peerless characters in the past 20 years, just one Moyutang has Meng Sinian, Du Bazhi, Lu Muqing and other famous people, and there are many hermits who are scattered in the rivers and lakes. Everywhere, there are legends, and every now and then, there are unknown newcomers who roll up the storm.

In this time of competing for the rivers and lakes, there is a person who is respected as the first person in the Great Wilderness, and he is famous, and many times even overshadows the king of the court.

This person is General Tiger Xiao, who is the commander of today's ghost army, Guan Duzhi.

Just based on his deeds in the army, even if he talked about it for seven days and seven nights, he couldn't say enough.

The most famous thing is that with a man, a horse, and a pair of hands, the tiger roared in the nine skies, and killed the enemy general led by two hundred barbarian soldiers.

That day, Guan Duxiang was covered in blood, if he was like a ghost, and the name of "although ten thousand people go to me" on that day was engraved on Guan Duxiang's name.

Whether it is martial arts, strategy, or courage, in the past 20 years, Guan Duji has been a well-deserved first.

Occasionally can be compared with it, only Guan Duxiang's deputy general, General Zhao Ziwei of the "lifeless gun".

"The spear is lifeless, and the throat is dead", it is this lifeless gun that has drunk the flesh and blood of tens of millions of people.

Once the spear is pierced, it is the end of death and life.

There is only one exception.

It is the swallow return line of the "broken lion knife". In the encirclement of the ghost army, Yan Guixing really forced Zhao Zidui to have no time to shoot and lock his throat with the three hundred and seventy-one knives of the fierce attack with the broken momentum, and when the lifeless gun was shot, Zhao Zidui's strength was inevitably short, and when the spear was attached to the throat, the horizontal knife was also on the neck. Under a draw, only Yan Guixing wrapped his friend's head and walked away in the dust.

Since then, Yan Guixing has been listed at the head of the five knives in the Great Wilderness Realm.

The five knives in the Great Wilderness Realm refer to the broken lion knife, the parting knife, the thousand attack knife, the eight snake knife, and the fast knife that turn the clouds and rain in the great wilderness rivers and lakes.

Each of these five knives has its own mysteries, with the broken lion knife being the most majestic, the parting knife being the sharpest, the thousand attack knife being the most exquisite, the eight snake knife being the most secretive, and the fast knife being the fastest.

Even Yan Guixing also sighed that no matter which knife he faced, he was not sure of victory.

And the people in the rivers and lakes have always regarded the five swords in the Great Wilderness Realm and the thirteen people such as Guan Duxiang, Zhao Zidu, and Sword God as super-first-class masters in the entire Great Wilderness.

And the one who mastered the Eight Snake Sword was Xue Qi.

If you think about it carefully, you may remember that Du Bazhi also uses a knife.

But Du Bazhi, who has always been conceited and arrogant, couldn't control his head, in the huge Ink Rain Hall, is there anyone else who can resist Xue Qi?

The mourners began to sing the sacrifice with a sour cry, and the pathos between the songs and the regret in the words knocked heavily on people's hearts.

The coffin rests on the shoulders of the four congregations, and in the long hatred song that incendiary tears, the coffin is held up without moving, which can also be seen that there are many years of hard work on the body.

In the last weeping, the mourning ended.

On the mountainside, a thick layer of soil has been dug deeply.

No one was talking, and the wind in the mountains seemed to be much more solemn.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the coffin, and they watched as the four congregations pulled the hemp rope and put the coffin containing Meng Sinian's body into the thick soil inch by inch.

The faces of the four congregants were flushed, their horses were bowed, their thick waists were trying their best to hold on, and their broad hands felt the friction of the hemp rope, and they sent the coffin down little by little.

Luo Sibing also fell weakly on Luo Jiulang's body, a little bit, and slipped with the fall of the coffin.

At this time, the woman was as desolate as the last leaf in late autumn, even if it fell, it was only a lonely widow on the swept ground.

Crying and wailing could not relieve the pain held in the little body, and the missed hand hit the chest of Luo Jiulang, who was hugging him, so heavy and so painful.

The edge of the fist was relentlessly red.

After all, the coffin was placed on the soil.

And Luo Sibing also stopped, stopped crying, stopped slapping, like a walking corpse, his soul seemed to be pulled off, his knees were down, he sat on the ground, his eyes were hazy, as if he was stupid, and he didn't struggle anymore.

It wasn't until Luo Sibing didn't move that Mu Li walked out and drank softly.

"Wine. ”

Ten children walked out of the funeral column and brought out more than 70 jars of wine from the three carts behind them.

More than 280 people, more than 280 bowls, all full, and it took two pillars of incense.

Except for Luo Jiulang, who needed to be taken care of, the other four homeowners came out one after another and handed a bowl to the hands of each of the children.

Mu Li held the bowl high, and everyone held the bowl high.

Mu Li tilted his head and poured most of the wine in the bowl, and the children also followed suit and poured it into their throats; some of the people who drank lightly were immediately choked and coughed, and their faces were flushed, and no one cared.

Then, Mu Li sprinkled the remaining wine in the bowl on the cold soil of the mountainside, closed his eyes, and a few memories welled up on the tip of his heart, and his lips and teeth were astringent, and he trembled, but he also had to scream.

"Ann...... Heart...... Above...... Road!"

The more than ninety coughing disciples wiped their mouths, and with only one cavity of blood, they spoke proudly with the rest of the people.

"Go with peace of mind!"

Wine splashed on the mountainside, as if it was about to flow into a long river.

Dry firewood was piled up next to it, and in the autumn wind, entangled in greedy fire.

"Crackling", the fire quickly ignited the firewood, some of which withered, and even charred into black ashes in the blink of an eye.

There are people who usually serve Meng Sinian, who take the clothes that ordinary old people love, go up to the fire, and throw them one by one under the * that burns everything.

This fire will burn all the way to the underworld, so that the people under the nine springs will also have clothes that fit.

"Ziz", from time to time there are sparks exploded in the air.

With the sparks, the four people who had just carried the coffin also held the shovel, and gradually covered the excavated soil again, little by little, first filling the gap between the coffin and the soil, then covering a corner of the coffin, and then a few more shovels, the coffin was about to be hazy, and finally filled in with the soil on Tian'an Mountain.

There was a time when Meng Sinian lived in a sensation, and now at this moment, Meng Sinian is completely dead.

With this burial, a hero fifty years ago returned to a corner.

Luo Sibing was able to get up with the help of him, and his eyes were still depressed.

Under the command of Mu Li and Du Bazhi, the disciples of Moyutang packed up the wine jar and the big bowl and tied them to three carts.

The funeral is over, and everyone is going to set off and move towards the future.

The road to the future was blocked, and it was blocked by Simon Jingtang.

Simon said in surprise.

"Now that the funeral is over, the politeness is over. ”

Mu Li frowned and said.

"What does Qinghualou want to do?"

Simon said in surprise.

"You should be done too, leave. ”

Ximen was shocked to raise his cold and arrogant face again, and said coldly.

"Leave Eternal City and go to Raven City. ”