Huang Fuzhi's answer did not surprise Pan Long.

He was silent, and at first glance it seemed to be hesitating, but in fact it was a choice.

He didn't take advantage of the steps that Pan Long gave him for the first time, which meant that he wouldn't go down this step.

Many times, advance or retreat is actually a "first impression".

If you don't move at the beginning, you won't move later.

He hesitated, and this was his choice.

He chose to refuse.

Although the price of this refusal could be the lives of all of them.

But Pan Long can understand.

Sometimes, there are things that seem like you have a choice, but you don't have a choice.

He has been a human being in two lives, one is peaceful in the world, and the other is a sword and sword, but he has encountered this kind of situation without choice.

Looking at Huang Fuzhi's calm and resolute eyes, he sighed softly and landed in front of Huang Fuzhi.

"How about thinking about it again?" he persuaded in a gentle voice, "the sword soldier has no eyes. ”

"I'm long dead. Huang Fuzhi also replied in a gentle voice, "The two hundred and forty-two people in our line are all dead people. ”

"Dead people, can't think about it, dead people, no choice. ”

"You're still alive. Pan Long shook his head, "If your relatives and friends are still here, they definitely don't want you to do this." ”

"They're dead. Huang Fuzhi replied.

"The dead are gone. ”

"There's nothing 'out there'. Huang Fuzhi's eyes were cold for a moment, and then there was some ethereal warmth.

He pointed to his chest: "They're here, they've always been there." ”

He turned his head and pointed behind him at the knights who had stopped one after another.

He was dressed in white like snow.

"Pan Guanfeng, Huang thank you for your kindness. But I can't let it go, we can't let it go. He said, "There is a way to live if you can let go." If you can't let go, there is only one way to live. ”

The corners of his mouth hooked up a smile that was not at all pleasant: "Actually, we live ...... Not happy. Perhaps, death is happier for us. ”

Pan Long was silent.

Huang Fuzhi bowed deeply to him, turned over and dismounted, led the horse past him, walked forward for a while, and then got on the horse again, shouted "drive", and ran in the direction of Zengjiazhuang.

One by one, the knights came over like him, saluted Pan Long, dismounted, led the horses across, and then mounted and left.

Like a gentle stream of water meeting a reef in a river, the long convoy of horses stalled, separated, and then closed again and flowed forward.

Pan Long stood there all the time, silent.

These Avengers don't have a choice, so why should he?

The Zeng family was defeated by him, and Zeng Yingqi was killed by him. If it hadn't been for his intervention in the morning, these people would not have come, and there would have been no such strife.

But he doesn't regret it.

He killed many people in the battle of Zeng's family, but even if he came a hundred times, he would choose to kill these people.

Because they deserve to be killed.

When the copper coin kills, he doesn't ask men, women, children, nobles and lows, soldiers and civilians, but only asks whether this person should be killed.

If you should kill it, then you didn't kill it!

Even if there will be serious consequences, even if there will be more involvement, that copper coin that is peaceful in the world will not back down.

There are some things that Pan Long can't do, but a penny hero can.

More than 200 people gradually passed him, and finally the long line disappeared completely behind him.

Huang Fuzhi was silent and galloped towards Zengjiazhuang.

Soon, he saw Zengjiazhuang, which was already half in ruins.

Many men, women, and children came out of the ruins, standing on the road outside the city gate, holding weapons, and under the command of the remaining masters of the Zeng family, they were arranging a formation to meet the battle.

He stared at the figures, most of them he didn't recognize, and occasionally one or two, each of which made him grit his teeth and hate them.

He took a deep breath and was about to shout forward when he suddenly felt a great crisis.

Looking up, the dreary sky seemed to fall.

Fang Donghuan had been staying here, and when he saw them arrive at this moment, he attacked without waiting for them to speak.

The old real man who was more than two hundred years old did it with all his might, and his true qi caused the heaven and earth vitality to roar, turning into a huge palm print covering more than five miles, and he slapped it right in front of this group of white-clothed knights.

But this palm did not fall.

Pan Long's figure suddenly appeared in front of Huang Fuzhi, raised his palm, and slapped it into the sky.

A slightly smaller palm print floated from the ground, accompanied by rising smoke and dust, and met the palm.

There was a roar, and the woods, the roads, the ruins, the crowd ...... There was a shaking everywhere.

The tremors and the panic of the crowd, both with hatred and anger, from bravery to cowardice, fell to the ground and were unsteady on their feet.

"Pan Long, are you going to stop me?" Fang Donghuan said in a deep voice, "I gave you face just now, so that you can give them a chance." But they didn't give you face!"

"How can the merits be measured by 'face'?" Pan Long replied loudly, "Even if the Yamen decides the case, the two sides must be confronted face to face." Now that the two sides are in person, why don't Senior Fang let them talk about it themselves?"

Fang Donghuan shook his head: "What is there to say about the things on the rivers and lakes?"

"But I have to say!" Huang Fuzhi reluctantly got up and shouted in the direction of Zengjiazhuang, "I am the widow of the Huang family in Liaoxi. Fifty years ago, the Zeng family united many forces to attack Huangjiazhuang at night, killing more than 1,000 people in the Huang family to 15 left. After fifty years, there are still three of these fifteen people left. ”

Two men as old as him, or even older than him, rushed to join him.

Behind the three of them, a few young men followed.

"Today, we want to seek justice for our relatives!" Huang Fuzhi said loudly, "Blood debt repayment!"

Pan Long didn't wait for Fang Donghuan to answer, and said: "One sheep is also driven, and two sheep are also released, I will trespass it and let them finish speaking." ”

He signaled, and everyone in the Huang family stepped aside.

An old man with a huge scar on his face walked to the front: "The old man's name is Luo Sheng, and he is a dart gamer." Eight years ago, when I was darts, I had a few words with Zeng Ronghua of the Zeng family. The two sides started to fight, and I broke one of his arms. Half a month later, I got the news that Zeng Ronghua led a group of people to kill my whole family of fourteen. ”

With that, he stepped aside.

Then someone stepped forward and made clear the grudge between himself and the Zeng family.

Everyone has a blood feud.

As they finished talking like this, the sky grew darker and darker, and the atmosphere became more and more gloomy.

Everyone knows that today's bloody battle is inevitable.

These people came in mourning clothes, but they didn't plan to return alive.

If they want to die, they will naturally drag their enemies to death.

By the time everyone had finished speaking, it was already dark and the moon was rising.

Today is May 18th, and the moon is not much worse than the full moon, and it shines brightly on the earth.

The moonlight falls like frost and snow.

I just don't know if this frost and snow is moonshine or killing?